#choi seunghyun fanfic

[currentloser]

too steamy to sleep

choi seung-hyun x reader

word count: 3660

content warnings: none

summary: Interrupting your peaceful nap, Seung-hyun insists on borrowing your own and teases you further after noticing your flushed reaction.

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Across the small house, you shared with the idol Choi Seung-hyun, you could've never expected real trouble to start between the two of you. For the most part, the house managed to stay relatively quiet. Part of trying to remain low and out of the eye of the public meant the two of you would hardly run into the other. At mid-afternoon, you found yourself lounging back in your bed. With no practices or meetings asking for your attention, it finally gave you a rare opportunity to rest and curl under the warm sheets of your bed. You let your eyes flutter closed, properly getting comfortable in the sheets.

…Until, of course, your peace was interrupted with the sound of a gentle rasp of the door.

If it wasn't nearly silent in your room, you might've sworn you were hearing things. But the noise was so clear, you were sure he must've been asking for entrance.

Too tired to get up, you groaned and threw your hand over your face, calling to the door, “What is it?”

“It's stupid,” Seung-hyun responded quickly, his low voice purring clearly through the door, “My shower is broken.”

Really?

Spreading your fingers, you squint toward the still-closed door as if it would have the answer to your question. Silly. For whatever reason, his shower was broken. So he asked to use yours, which should've been entirely normal. Until the image of the steaming room and his body wrapped up in a towel appeared in your mind and you quickly attempted to swat it away.

He was your roommate! It would only be polite to allow him in, of course. It would be easy to hide under your sheets and hide if he flustered you, you reasoned with yourself.

Finally deciding, you nodded and added, “Just make it quick, will you?”

From the other side of the door, you could've sworn you heard a muffled ‘yes!’ before it pushed open, revealing the idol himself. He was luckily still dressed, a nice button-up and pants suited his figure well and made him look oh-so-fancy as he liked to make himself appear.

“I was almost worried you wouldn't let me in for a moment there,” He joked, crossing the room to the side of your bed and letting his hand hover over the handle to your bathroom for a moment, “You look like you were almost asleep. You're sure this is okay?”

Hidden underneath a warm shirt pulled over your nose to hide from the man, you nod and gesture to the door behind him, “Really, it's okay. If anything, the sound of the shower will help me sleep.”

Of course, it was empty reassurances, now that you knew he would be showering right next to you meant you'd have no choice in sleeping at all. You rolled over to face him as he finally pushed down on the handle and entered.

Through the creek in the door he left behind, you watched as he went about casually undressing himself as if he hadn't practically left the door wide open for anyone to watch him.

Your eyes widened as his belt was abandoned, quickly pressed the blankets over your eyes before you could invade the poor man's privacy further than you already had. Though- really- shouldn't it be his fault in the first place?

Still hiding, you call from the sheets, “The door, you left the door!”

There was an audible chuckle from the bathroom and after a moment of wait, the sound of the door clicking closed, “So you're the type to look in?” He called back, slightly muffled from behind the door.

Something must've gotten into him today, “No, I notice when a door is left wide open.”

Your argument was either left unheard or ignored as the sound of the water finally started and you sighed heavily, pulling the blanket down from over your face, and struggled to collect yourself. You wiped your hands over your face, willing yourself to calm down as you could feel the room start to get slightly warmer from fog creeping into the room.

He must've been the type to shower hot. More images flashed behind your eyes and you rubbed at your eyelids, cursing yourself for your overactive imagination. Forcing yourself to calm back down, you worry the threads of the blanket through your fingers.

Reminding yourself: his shower was broken, he needed yours.

That was all. Right?

Letting your mind wander, the longer time dragged on you were finally able to get those teasing images out of your mind. The rush of water was a comforting noise, and you made yourself comfortable under the sheets again. It would be much less creepy if you were asleep when your roommate finished.

Pushing at your pillow until it was comfortable, you let your eyes bring you into a state of relaxation. It was hard to let your mind completely wander, somewhere between awake and dreaming as the man showered just feet away from you. Just Choi Seung-hyun, T.O.P, using the bathroom for its intended purpose.

Just as sleep finally began to cusp, that fluttering feeling of just nearly falling woke you– along with the sound of the door beside you pushing open yet again.

Peaking through lidded eyelids, Seung-hyun appeared in front of you yet again. Hit by a blast of hot hair and rising stream, you squinted through the temperature assault toward the man who entered. You weren't sure what to expect when he pushed the door open, but the sight of his bare chest still damp with water droplets and bare legs, only covered by a plush blanket hung nearly too low on his hips. Flushing, you were grateful for the blanket separating the two of you.

Seung-hyun tilted his head toward you and clicked his tongue with a sigh, “I thought you were asleep.

“I nearly was, before you woke me,” You argue, a pout forming on your lips to cover your embarrassment, “You should get dressed before opening the door.”

The idol scoffed at that, holding up a hand to his chest in mock offense. He held up his hand, letting go of the towel that thankfully stayed in its spot. He grabbed his shirt, pulling it over himself. The fabric stuck to him, his skin still damp. The towel must've been only for show, and you questioned for a moment just how much of the truth he had been telling you. He often enjoyed making you blush and fluttering you, relishing in your reaction afterward.

Steam still rolled off of him, and somehow the image of him with the shirt stuck to him might've been worse than his toned stomach. You pull the blanket over your eyes for a moment, “I swear, you're doing this on purpose!”

“Ah, so you're looking?” His low voice purred with laughter beyond the fabric you can hear Seung-hyun laugh along with the rustle of fabric as he re-dressed himself, “I knew you were acting suspicious. Like a dog with a pair of chewed-up remot.”

Your face burned behind your sheets, “I did not look!”

“So defensive,” Seung-hyun chuckled.

After a pause, you could feel the fabric being tugged from your fingers and folded down in front of your face. Finally dressed, Seung-hyun met your gaze with a mischievous glint. The steam had finally ceased.

“It's only natural to see a little skin from time to time, you do live with me after all,” He spoke softly, reaching out and tugging a little further so he could see your flushed face.

You almost want to kick out from the sheets, offended as you finally sit up from your spot, “I don't want to see you that way.”

“You don't?” He feigned curiosity as he held out his now-damp and cold towel, “I think you already have, though.”

He's as smug as always was, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. The way he shifted his weight just right exaggerated his point further. Your face burned in response. You let out a frustrated grumble and snatch his used towel before promptly throwing it right back into his chest. He lets out a dramatic noise of mock pain, as if the towel’s assault had mortally wounded him. His hand shot up to catch the towel and hold it against his heart, staggering back until his shoulder hit your bedroom wall. In one slow and deliberate motion, he let himself slide down the wall, his wet hair falling over his face as he let his head loll forward.

The silence lingered for a beat as his mouth hung open. With his jaw drop also came along the descent of the towel, fulfilling his play-death. His breath is loud and sputtered, letting go of his last breath.

“Oh, for the love of…” You fully stood from the bed, shaking your head as you took the bundled towel from his ‘lifeless’ hands.

Eyeing him, you can spot his pupils moving from underneath his eyelids. As if he was somehow watching you from behind, or perhaps watching from a tight squint. You roll your eyes in response and pull away. Just as you went to toss it, Seung-hyun suddenly sputtered to ‘life’ and gasped dramatically, as if he’d been revived.

“Wait!” he blinked rapidly and his expression stretched wild with amusement as he glanced from you to the towel, “It's so easy to get a reaction out of you.”

Tired of his teasing, you manage a weak glare as you offer a hand out to help him stand, “You're impossible.”

He perked up at your offer, his warm hand grasping around yours, and braced himself against the wall. His hands are soft around yours and warm with the sensation of heat lingering from his shower. Just as he began to stand, smirked and let go. His balance wavers, although he hadn't been fully using your hand to help him up, the sudden loss of contact has him genuinely stumbling. His back hit the wall, much less graceful this time around. His mouth gapes at you in a show of playful betrayal.

“Oh, is this payback?” He questioned, finally standing fully and pouted down toward you.

You nod, pointing toward your door with a defiant, playful stomp, “That's right. You've used my shower, aren't you done here?”

Seung-hyun raised his hands to the sides of his eyes, maiming crying as he finally stepped out of your room. It left you in the wake of the image of his wet well-toned chest and his persistent teasing. If you didn't know any better– which you did– you could swear he'd done it on purpose. You step quickly across your room and fetch his used towel, tossing it toward him before he's fully gone.

“Don't pretend you didn't peek,” He argued back as he turned, picking up his- your towel from the ground and smiling at you.

You grab onto your door, “I'm taking a nap now, goodbye.”

Without any real malice or fight, you close the door as you willed your breath calm. He was just teasing, was all. You glanced toward your bed behind you, unsure if you could even rest again after the mental torment he made you suffer through. Regardless, you allowed yourself to forget it and sit in the bed. You grabbed your phone to check the time, confirming you still had time to rest. No texts, you could finally nap worry-free.

You pulled the blankets over yourself and flopped awkwardly onto the bed. The heat of it all was still heavy on your mind, you could still feel pink tease over the tips of your ears. Just as you began to rest, footsteps began in the hallway once again. Louder, coming closer to your door.

No, he wasn't–

With a low knock, Seung-hyun was right back as if he never left, his hair still tossed and slightly damp. His hair strands stuck out in odd directions from a lack of styling. Despite how silly he looked, he rocked the look so easily. It couldn't have been more than a minute he'd been gone. This was quickly becoming ridiculous.

“I forgot something,” He excused himself as if he hadn't just intruded into your room unannounced and stepped past your bed to your bathroom yet again, the condensation from the heat still on the mirror.

You sigh, lazily opening an eye and you watch him move around, “What now?”

“I forgot my dirty clothes,” Seung-hyun explained as he stepped again into your vision, his explanation confirmed with the clothes he'd been wearing earlier, “It's like I wasn't even here, right?’

“Seung-hyun, seriously…” You sigh, rubbing a hand over your face as you push your head further into your plush pillow.

Sitting up to argue with him was too much work with sleep tugging at the corners of your mind. You would only ignore how up-close you couldn't miss how his shirt stuck to his skin. It did nothing to hide his muscles underneath, and you still weren't sure if it was worse when he was completely shirtless. You averted your gaze, squeezing your eyes shut as if that would be enough to make him disappear.

“I didn't mean to interrupt your nap,” He said, and even so he still made no move to leave, “You're still awake though, aren't you? I thought I might keep you company.”

Your fingers tighten around your blanket as you slowly open your eyes yet again. A flush crawled its way over your face. Behind your blanket, you hoped it was enough to hide from his scrutinizing eye. You willed it to fade away as undeniable as it was. It wasn't enough.

He casually leaned against your wall, tilting his head and savoring the moment, “You know, it's cute when you get flustered like that.”

Defensive, you quickly sputter in response, “I'm not flustered.”

The smirk curling at his lips told you all you needed to know: he didn't believe you for a second. Emboldened, Seung-hyun tugged at your blanket once again and pulled it down beneath your chin. His eyes lit up at the sight of your flushed face. His close gaze only made it worse, and you knew it must've spread to your cheeks. His smile turned into a smirk at your misfortune.

“But now, you look like a tomato,” He pointed out, leaning in from the edge of the bed.

He's getting closer to you, so much that you had to look away from him. The scent of his shampoo stuck to his hair mixed in with the trace of his signature cologne. Even without your gaze pointed at him, he was impossible to ignore. It wouldn't be enough to shield you from his attention.

“I'm trying to sleep,” You mumbled, your voice quieter than you intended.

Of course, the man in front of you just seemed to revel in it, “You're sure that's all?” He teased, “If I didn't know better, I'd say you liked me, and you peeked on purpose.”

Your body is tense, and he’s still so close. His voice has deepened slightly, a purr curling at the edges of his words. He knew how he sounded and he was using that very thing against you, torturing you every moment he could manage it. It was enough to make your pulse skip in your chest, tensing up at his accusation.

“I-” You argue, though your words caught in your throat and faltered under the weight of his gaze, “What are you saying?”

“Silly. I'm trying to fluster you. I noticed how you're always looking at me, so I figured I'd show off a little,” He explained, inching just a little closer, “Unless I've read this wrong?”

His confidence was infuriating. He knew from the beginning that all of this would fluster you and caught onto your blatant interest in him and found a way to hold it against you, the sadist he appeared to be. It shouldn't have been shocking.

You pouted and your brows furrowed as you trained to regain some control over the situation, “Tell me if you're serious. Is this all to embarass me, or do you… do you-”

“Like you back?” Seung-hyun cut you off, slicing the tension of the conversation like a blade.

His tone remained unreadable now, something almost deathly serious., speaking the words that were hard to admit too easily, “This isn't the proper way to admit such a thing. Hovering your bed while you try to nap?”

You squinted at him, skeptical. He was too careful with the way he chose his words, beating around the bush and sidestepping a proper answer. He was still toying with you, even now. He enjoyed watching you squirm. You grit your teeth and sucked in a sharp breath. You willed away the irritation bubbling to the surface of your mind.

Two could play at this teasing game he’d started. You decided to challenge him and pushed in closer. It forced him to either back away, or accept the new closer proximity. He still hadn't moved. The heat between you was palpable and his dark eyes flickered with something unreadable. You squint at him, pressing closer to him and tilting your head. It's only a breath away from a kiss. You reach out and grab onto his damp collar, sending a mean gaze his way.

Instinctively, your hand raises from the blankets, abandoning your shield and grabbing onto the fabric of his collar. It was a dare for him to move first, and he only responded with a quirk of a brow and that growing smirk of his.

“Say it clearly, what you mean,” You insisted, your voice remained firm despite the pounding of your heart in your chest.

“Yes, I like you,” He admitted with a grin, pulling away from your hold.

Just like that, the tension built up between the two of you dissipated. Before you can fully react he had already slipped through your fingers and left behind the ghost of his warmth that had just been there. You blinked, momentarily stunned as he reached for the door. His confession laid out plain to you as he grabbed onto the handle of your door. You sit up to argue with him, anything to make him face you rather than admitting his feelings and running away from the scene like a kid on the playground.

Tugging on the handle, he tilted his head at you, “You should know how happy you make me. Every day, I look forward to seeing you– so yes, I lied about the shower,” He admitted easily, brushing a nervous hand through his hair, “Let's continue this conversation later, before you're tired.”

“You like me back, you really mean it?” You demand, sitting up from your spot on the bed and standing.

This moment felt too fleeting, too fragile. Worry flooded you he might slip away if you didn't move to act, now. The sheets pooled around you as you pushed yourself to your feed. You cross your room with quick determined steps, meeting him at the doorway before he could make his escape. You've caught him for now, even if he could press on the handle and easily escape. He willingly allowed himself to be trapped between you and the doorway instead. In a shift of his shoulder, he was suddenly closer to you all again.

“I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it,” He assured you, his voice low and steady.

It carried none of the teasing from before, and he lifted a hand to gently tap the tip of your nose with his finger, “You realize you're starting this confrontation in your pajamas?”

You blinked, momentarily caught off guard. Your oversized sleep shirt draped over you more like a dress, bunched up awkwardly around your sides. Your shirts were nearly hidden beneath the hem of your short. It was hardly the outfit for demanding things out of him. Heat crept up the sides of your neck and up to your cheeks, but you refused to let it shake you.

With a small huff you grabbed his wrist, not tightly or forcefully. Only just to be sure you would stop him from running off again. He'd gotten away one too many times, so you'd force him still for one moment longer. Even if he could easily break your grasp, he allowed it with an amused smile.

“You started all of this,” You pointed out and pressed back against his finger, “Now, you should conclude this properly.”

His eyes flickered with amusement for a moment as he hummed as if he was considering it for a long moment, glancing between you and the rest of your small room. Finally he decided to oblige you, he turned his hand to grab onto your wrist instead. He didn’t drop your gaze for a moment as he lifted your hand to his lips. Deliberately slow, he pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it. Just as quickly as it had started his touch was gone yet again. A kiss usually meant for royalty.

“There you are. Now, go to sleep,” He teased with no room for an argument, slipping out before you could speak back.

He left no room for argument. The realization of it all teased your stomach. Even better after all of this he liked you back. You found sleep somehow easier even with the anticipation of the future on your mind with the reassurance of his returned affections. You nod a bit sheepishly, a warm feeling bloomed in your chest with the reassurances the two of you would have something real. Letting go of him, you return to the side of the bed.

Seung-hyun left you to rest and you curled yourself beneath the sheets one final time before you could finally nap. Somehow even as you drifted to sleep, you knew it was only the beginning.

[loveesiren]

𝖢𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖬𝗒 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

Choi Seunghyun x f!reader x Kwon Jiyongszcc

a/n: I apologize in advance for this one. Idk why I even wrote it 😭 As always, I am not in any way shape or form trying to convey this is what TOP and GD are actually like in real life. I'm just using them as characters in this story. I hope you enjoy! Again...I'm sorry lol

synopsis: For years, Y/n has been BIGBANG’s lead stylist—a job she excels at and genuinely loves. But working with the band’s enigmatic leader, G-Dragon, has always been a challenge. Their clashing personalities, sharp words, and unspoken frustrations ignite constant tension. Until one night, that tension turns into something else. Something reckless. Something forbidden. Sleeping with Kwon Jiyong was never part of the plan, and it certainly isn’t something Y/N is proud of. It’s just physical—fast, rough, and full of the frustration they can’t express in words. At least, that’s what she tells herself. But everything shifts when his best friend, Choi Seunghyun, steps into the picture—gentle, patient, and offering her something Jiyong never could. Love.

*warnings & word count at the beginning of each chapter 💖

Chapters:

Part 1

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[maskedcrawford]

Drinks and Kisses

Choi Seunghyun x F! Reader

Summary: Seunghyun see's a pretty bartender and decides he wants to try his luck.

Warnings: None, just fluff my darlings.

A/N: Hope this was what you wanted sweet Anon. This was really fun to write! If you enjoy please consider buying me a coffee

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Working an after party as a bartender was always interesting. Celebrities from around the world would come up with their orders, have small talk and go on about their business. After about a year you’d gotten over the starstruck behavior and were a total professional.

However, there was certain tall male that kept eyeing you as you shook the contents of the bottle up for a customer. His gaze was concentrated; he wasn’t even paying attention to the conversation around him at this point. He takes the last sip of his drink, one that was bought for him, but he decides now would be a great time to get one for himself from the beauty behind the counter.

“So, anyway, we were, hey!” his friend says as the male leaves his friends in the middle of the conversation. He’d been trying to find anyway to break the ice with you and figured he’d just wing it. After all, he was Choi Seunghyun, how hard could it be?

You can feel his gaze burn holes in your back, you finish up with the customer and notice him approaching. Out of habit you adjust your shirt as you wipe down an empty part of the table. He stops at the bar and looks at you for a brief moment, the way your y/h/c flows just right, the way your uniform fits to your frame, how even how soft and plump your lips are. He gets so lost in his own mind for a moment he doesn’t realize you’ve caught him staring. A slight blush creeps up your cheeks and you clear your throat.

“What can I get for you?” Your smile is kind, one he definitely wants to see more often.

“A, uh, Whiskey and coke, please,” he chokes out. You give him a head nod and he taps his fingers on the table, for a moment not sure how to break the ice. He doesn’t normally get this nervous in front of women.

“So, what’s a beauty like you doing here?” he asks before slightly cringing to himself. You look at him over your shoulder and see him rubbing his forehead in regret.

With a small giggle you answer him, “I’m working,” you give him his glass and he nods at you.

“Right, of course.” He takes the drink and begins to walk away, thinking about abandoning the mission, but at the last second turns back.

“You have a beautiful smile,” he says a little shy. You smile in response and chuckle under your breath.

“Thank you,” you pull your bottom lip between your teeth slightly and he smirks.

“Do I make you nervous?” his tone is more confident and playful. You let out another giggle by this point, suddenly feeling slightly shy and reserved. You were used to comments about how hot and sexy you were, but not so much the kind and genuine compliments. Your cheeks flushed under his intense gaze.

“I wouldn’t say nervous,” you busy yourself with the inventory to try and appear calm and collected. He takes a sip of his drink and glances around him to see the party slowly dying down.

“How do you like working parties?” You shrug your shoulders as you lean against the back of the bar and notice his body slightly leaning forward.

“I enjoy it. I get to meet a lot of interesting people. I met Katy Perry in Pairs not that long ago, Cristiano Ronaldo at a private party and Adele even hired me as a bartender for her birthday last year,” the sparkle in your eyes wasn’t lost on Seunghyun, he thought it was beautiful the way you spoke with such passion.

 “That’s amazing, it must be fascinating meeting so many people.” You nod as you notice his genuine reaction. He wasn’t brushing you off like all he wanted was what’s in your pants, he wanted a real conversation; a connection with you. This intrigued you greatly.

“Where are my manners?” His deep laugh comes out as a chuckle and you move the bar that he’s leaning against.

“My name’s Choi Seunghyun,” he reaches out his hand. As if he needed to introduce himself. You’d been a fan of his for years. But you weren’t going to give that away so easily.

“Y/N,” you shake his hand and become aware of just how big his hands really are.

“What, no last name?” he quirks his brow with a smirk.

“I have one, but you gotta earn it,” you wink at him and his smile grows from ear to ear.

“How about I take you out sometime and you can tell me then?” His tone oozes confidence as you giggle.

“What makes you think you can handle me?” you step out from behind the bar and stand beside him, the party dying more with each passing minute.

“I’m not sure I can, but I’d like to try,” he drags his gaze up and down your body before taking another sip of his drink. You feel that flush come back to your cheeks as you mentally swoon at just how handsome he really looks. Dress shirt and pants, an overcoat and his hair done up nicely.

“Well, I’ll give you points for honesty.” You say playfully.

“So, is that a yes?”

“It’s a date,” you smirk. He sets the glass down and pulls out his phone.

“Let me give you, my number.” You reach into your back pocket and pull out your phone, letting him type in his number, before he gives you his and you put your number in.

“I expect a text with details, Mr. Choi,” you say as you round the bar to finish out the night. He sets the glass down and rejoins his friends for the remaining time left for the party. He keeps his eyes on you the rest of the night, multiple times you catch him staring and every now and again he’d wink.

The party finally dies down and you start packing up.

“I’m heading out for the night,” you hear his velvety deep voice say. You flush at just how attractive it is.

“Have a good night,” you wave politely. He walks behind the bar and walks up behind you.

“What, no good night kiss?” he teases by mumbling in your ear.

“The alcohol has done what it does best,” you think to yourself. Your turn around, half expecting him to want to make out with you right then and there, not sure of how drunk he might be. But instead he kisses your cheek, and like a gentleman looks deep into your eyes and tells you goodnight.

“I’ll call you,” he winks and with that, he walks away confidently, causing you to be eager for the next time you’ll see him.

[natalicss]

Guilty Conscience

choi seunghyun x american pop star!reader

summary: you’ve been out of the public eye for five years. at the 2025 grammys, you’re making your comeback. unbeknownst to you, your ex boyfriend has been making his own comeback to the industry.

warnings: angst, american!reader, lots of mental health talk, depression, anxiety, toxic music industry, toxic industry IN GENERAL, breakup, i kinda rushed this so it sucks lowkey

word count: 5.5k

nat’s notes: hey y’all!! i wanted to get this out as soon as possible so HERE I AM!! this is my first t.o.p fic so i hope yall enjoyyyy. i kept it angsty because ive been writing too much happy shit. you’re welcome. hope you guys enjoy, if you don’t…idk don’t tell me. i’m not promising a part two to this, but…never say never - xoxo former belieber

You sat at the vanity in your greenroom. You watched as your hair dresser and makeup stylist worked their magic, elevating your features in the most beautiful ways. Meanwhile, your stylist rambled on about your outfit, talking about how it fit your body in all the right ways, and how difficult it was to tailor it the way you wanted. A joke thrown out about how high maintenance you are. You don’t really respond, smiling faintly as you look back at your reflection. 

Part of you couldn’t believe it. You were sitting in a greenroom, wearing custom designer wardrobe, getting your makeup and hair done by familiar faces, and within the hour you would be standing on a stage in front of thousands of people, all of whom had no idea you were there. Part of it felt normal. A familiar pattern easy to slip back into as if no time had passed. But that’s the thing, time had passed. Five years. Five years since your last tour. Five and a half since your last album. Five years since you disappeared from the media. Five years since your mental health had taken a detrimental turn and you needed to take care of yourself. Five years since you and your ex boyfriend broke up and never saw each other again. 

Your own decision to go off the radar for so long had nothing to do with your breakup, not really. The media had been cruel, talking about you in ways it hadn’t before. Talking about your greatest insecurities, nit-picking at every move you made on and off stage, spreading rumors about your romantic life (all of which were false, but fans didn’t care), people you thought were your friends had turned out to be frauds. The world of fame of glamour that was usually just that suddenly felt ugly and dark. You had to escape. Your breakup had only been collateral damage, both you and your ex wanting the same things, but somehow you both paid the price. 

The day you met him was a silly one. You were on a world tour, years ago. You had just made your big break, winning awards left and right, promoting a new album, traveling to places you’d never been. When you had a show in Seoul, you were ecstatic. The show itself was absolutely epic, and would go down in your music career as one of your best shows. Everything about it was perfect. From your vocals, to your dancers, to the lights, to the band, and to the crowd, it was legendary. 

It was after the show, you were drinking water as your manager excitedly told you someone wanted to meet you. She said it was a big name, and you urgently moved to follow her to find who exactly had come to your show. And there he was. Choi Seunghyun, but in that moment you knew him at T.O.P. You tried to maintain your excitement, but you were pretty sure he saw right through you. 

There was no intention behind his introduction. He had wanted to meet you after Kwon Ji-yong had played your song for him. She’s the next big thing, for sure, he’d said as he gestured to your album on his phone. Ji-yong had continued to rave about you, which only led to Seunghyun looking you up himself. He’d quickly become enamored. With your charm, your wittiness, your creative process, all of which was shown in your interviews and your videos. You were a force to be reckoned with, just like Ji-yong said, and Seunghyun had to know you. He had to see how your mind worked. All of his curiosity was purely about music, about the industry.

So, the two of you became friends, following each other on socials. And you’d be the one to text him first, thanking him for coming to your show. You liked to think that text was what sealed your fate. Your fate that you’d eventually fall in love with Seunghyun. A whirlwind romance. Unexpected, but it made more sense than anything else ever had. The media had not known about the two of you (a choice you both made, and later were grateful for). The softness he held for you and nobody else. The warmth of his voice when he called you daily. The mischievous twinkle in his eyes when he’d surprise you by showing up at your shows. Your hands in his hair as you helped him dye it different colors. Your voice when you sang him your newest love songs inspired by him. Your laugh when he’d wrap his arms around your waist and lift you in the air.

A whirlwind romance that ended in fire and ashes. 

You don’t know where exactly it had all gone to shit, for lack of better words. Was it the distance? Was it the scandals the two of you had faced at the same time? Was it the pressure of society weighing you both down? You weren’t quite sure. You’d been there for Seunghyun during his darkest days. You’d stop your life to live with him as long as he needed. You faced his guilt, his anger, his grief, his anxiety, all with him even when he pushed you away. It never deterred you. Seunghyun, at the time, could never understand. Why would you want to be burdened by him and his actions? Why wouldn’t you leave him? He had tried, begged you, pleaded you to leave him be. He knew you deserved better than him, but he was too selfish at the time to end it himself. He didn’t want you to leave him. 

And when your own world started to crumble, Seunghyun tried to be there with you.The media had pulled you apart at the seams. The fans that once adored you now treated you like you were a wicked witch. The fellow musicians who were your friends now stood back and watched as you struggled for air. They let you drown in the cruelty of the media. And what had you done? The truth was, well, nothing. You’d done nothing wrong, and somehow that was the worst thing you could have done. You were good, too good, so surely something must be wrong with you. 

And as Seunghyun watched the light drain from your eyes, a guilt riddled in his chest. He’d tried to be there for you, but his efforts fell short. You were both drowning. Your own worlds were suffocating you both. He could not save you, for he could not save himself. But you could not save you, either, for you were too busy saving him. When he realized this, the selfish feelings he had were suddenly burning him alive. He could not keep you. Not when you paid the price. 

That was five years ago. Five years ago, Choi Seunghyun had broken up with you in his home in Seoul. Five years ago, you begged him with tears to stay. You were too selfish to let him go. He had to be the selfless one, because if he wasn’t, he knew the world would lose you permanently. He’d rather you’d hate him and live than love him and rot. 

His efforts pulled off. You spent the next five years healing. Therapy, medication, meditation, yoga, music, spending time with family or friends, and just about every other coping mechanism you could try. You did it all. Two years ago you started writing music again. A year and a half ago, you’d started producing. A year ago, you started working with your team to start talking about a comeback. And now, here you were, at the Grammy’s, about to announce exactly that. You were back, ready to face the spotlight after so long of praying it’d never find you again. 

The setlist was simple. It’d start playing an old song of yours, your first hit that started your career, before glitching out. Then, the set would open up to reveal you under the flickering lights before your biggest song started. You were shaking, unable to focus on anything other than directly ahead of you. You didn’t even want to think of the song you were about to play, because of course your biggest hit would be a song about Seunghyun. It was the first song you wrote about him. It was upbeat, fun, energetic, sensual, and hit every mark that reminded you of Seunghyun. The song had skyrocketed your career even farther than anything you’d seen. You were already building a name for yourself, but this song had became the song that people associated with you when you were mentioned. If only they knew who you thought of.

Still, you held your head high as you heard the cue. You could hear one song start, causing the crowd to go quiet. It only took a moment before they began to scream in realization. You sucked in a heavy breath, watching as the lights began to flicker, the set began to move, the audio began to malfunction, and the crowd got louder. It all came to a head as everything went quiet. A spotlight shined on you as you smirked at the camera. The crowd goes ballistic. Screaming, cheering, gasps of surprise coming from the guests of the night. You soaked in the cheers, the exact shot of energy you needed. You looked around, your confidence growing as you finally felt something you hadn’t in a long time. You felt like you belonged.

“Did you miss me?”

Choi Seunghyun was going about his own day. He’d been busy, of late. Interviews, working on his own music for the future, photoshoots. He’d been out of the public eye for so long, and he still was unsure of it all. Still, he was finding his footing in a world he once loved so much. His first step was acting. The perception had been mixed, at first, but now he was seeing the positives again. Something he hadn’t seen in years. 

He was in between meetings, taking a quick break. He was sitting in an office, alone, scrolling through his phone absentmindedly. Part of him loved seeing all the positive feedback, the love he’d gotten for his new role, the support for the future of his career. But part of it still settled uneasy on his chest. Seeing comments about his past reminded him of the guilt he’d tried so hard to move on from. Ignoring it was difficult, but he managed to do well most days.

Then, on his instagram explore page, he saw a familiar face. Yours.

He clicked on it.

There you were, standing on a stage. For a moment, he thought this was an old clip, but he knew it wasn’t because your hair was not that length the last time he saw you. He looked at the caption. Y/N MAKES COMEBACK AT THE GRAMMYS. PERFORMS HER BIGGEST HITS ALONG WITH NEW SINGLE.

He’d never admit how quickly he opened YouTube. 

Seunghyun felt all of the air in his longs dissipate as he stared at his phone screen. As the music of the song you wrote for him began to play. You looked different. Your eyes filled with a familiar light, something that hadn’t been there when you packed your things from his home. You looked healthier. Lighter. The weight of the media no longer crushing your bones like before. As the song started and your dancers moved with you, Seunghyun was mesmerized. The same way he was when he’d visit your shows. The way you move so effortlessly. The flirtation in your lyrics, when you’d lean against another dancer and let them sway your hips. The way you still sang it was better than the recording, in his opinion. He still new every word. He found himself mouthing them as he watched you command the stage like you never left.

For a moment, he felt jealous of you. The way it seemed like time hadn’t affected you like it did him. The way you seemed so…okay. He wasn’t okay. He had changed so much over the years, even more so when he finally bit the bullet and said goodbye. He wasn’t the same man he was. But you still looked the same. You had the same smile. The same choreography. The same dancers. You just looked…better.

“Did you miss me?” 

Your voice rang in his ears, the words feeling like a mockery of how he felt. Teasing the way he sat there staring at the screen with conflicted emotions swirling in his chest. He couldn’t help but wonder if you had seen him. His return to the industry. He’d wondered if you saw the articles months ago, or if you’d seen him in Squid Game first. He’d wondered if you saw the interviews he’d just done, or if you’d somehow manage to dodge anything relating to your ex lover. Maybe you were the luckier one out of the two of them. 

A familiar ache in his chest continued to build as he watched your performance. As you danced on stage with dancers he’d recognized from as far back as when he met you. As you sang to a crowd of your musical peers who’d either had your back or stabbed it. As you commanded the stage with a new level of confidence he’d hadn’t seen you wear in years. He felt that ache. He felt the way his heart pounded against his ribcage. How his lungs suddenly felt like they couldn’t hold enough air. How his eyes burned because he couldn’t blink. He could only stare.

As the song ended, the cameras cut to the various artists there, cheering and screaming loudly for you. A sense of pride washed over Seunghyun. This was the praise you’d deserved. To be recognized by some of the biggest stars in the industry. To be admired by the people again. It was all right there for you, waiting for you. Something he was sure you didn’t expect, but he did. 

As your dancers started to move away, you started walking to the second stage in the midst of the tables of guests. One dancer hands you a jacket to cover up, and you come to a microphone. A slow song starts playing. Seunghyun closes his eyes tightly as he realizes this was one of the last songs you’d released. It was a breakup song. A song filled with his promises he broke and your shattered heart left in between the lyrics. He had hardly listened to it since it was released, the memories of your breakup coming in every time.

You had stared at him with doe-eyes, but he refused to look at you. He couldn’t. Not when he finally had just enough strength to let you go. He knew one look at your heart broken face would have him retracting, falling to the floor and hugging your body as he begs you to forgive him and forget what he’d said. But he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t keep you, no matter how much he wanted to.

You’d been living with him in Seoul for a while. Mostly to help him with his struggles, a choice you made without him asking. Your undying loyalty for him trumping any other option. The media’s cruelty towards you had started sometime after. You put on a brave face, at first, but as time passed by and their criticisms were more so filled with hate, your facade cracked. Seunghyun watched helplessly. He couldn’t save you. Not like this. He’d tried, but no words and no comfort were there. He was so broken, so lost within himself in the worst ways that he couldn’t even reach for your hand as you sobbed next to him at night. 

But you, you always did. You wiped his tears when he cried to you. You whispered sweet nothings to him to reassure him that he was deserving of good things. You made his favorite meals, or ordered them if you didn’t know how. You surprised him with small gifts. You loved him so seamlessly, so effortlessly, so loudly…Seunghyun didn’t understand why he couldn’t be as good to you as you were to him. 

And then, as he stood a few feet away from you, looking out a window, the guilt seemed to chew at his organs. The deafening silence felt cold. We can’t do this anymore, he had whispered to you. Your breath hitched, your soft eyes suddenly swimming with something else.

“Why?” Your voice came out in soft concern. “Seunghyun, what happened?” You were more worried about him. Because of course you were. Your love for him, your loyalty, it all seemed to matter more to you than anything.

Seunghyun closed his eyes tight as he tried to erase the way your voice sounded. “We aren’t good for eachother.” Was all he could say. His own voice would betray him if he said more.

You shook your head. You got up from the couch you’d previously been sitting on, walking closer to your boyfriend. He refuse to look at you. He was staring out at the city. A city he almost despised now. A world he had grown a resentment towards after it tore you apart. Him? Fine. He’d take his guilt and he’d drown in it again and again until it melted off his skin and left him nothing but bones. But you? You were different. You were better. You deserved better.

“I can’t help you,” He says softly, a quiet confession. “I can’t be the partner you need.”

It was almost naive of you, the way you only batted your eyes at him and shook your head. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening. This was some sick joke. Or maybe Seunghyun saw something in the media about him that made him feel insecure. You weren’t sure, but you knew that this couldn’t be it. Not like this. You reached for his arm, your fingers delicately touching his skin. “Seunghyun-” You flinched as he pulled away from your grasp. He’d never done that before, not even when the two of you got into your fights.

“This isn’t a discussion.” He said. His tone turned harsh, a way for him to get through this without shattering at your feet. It was another thing he didn’t do often with you. Sure, when you fought sometimes things got loud, shouting at each other to try and get your thoughts heard and understood. But the sting felt harsher here. You felt your eyes starting to burn as tears built up. You were so confused. This morning, the two of you were wrapped in each others arms, nothing more than tangled limbs and kisses with swollen lips. You two were smiling, your hands tracing each others bare skin. You two were happy, you thought. How could so much have changed in this short amount of time?

Seunghyun felt like he was going to throw up. Every part of his body screamed at him to shut the fuck up, change his mind, wrap you in his arms and throw the both of you back in the bed and stay there until your lips were bruised and your hands were molded to each other. Despite every urge, every instinct, every thought telling him to stop, he didn’t. He looked at you now, clenching his jaw hard as he watched the fat tears roll down your face.

“This isn’t working out. We aren’t working out.” He gestured to the air between you. Air that was usually warm and comforting had now became cold and suffocating. “I can’t do this anymore.”

You watched as he turned away from you, walking in the direction of your shared bedroom. Another emotion ate at you now. Rage boiled under your skin as you started storming after him. “What the hell is happening!?” You threw your hands in the air as you walked into the room. Confusion, frustration, it all swam in your expression as you looked at him. “You can’t do what anymore? I haven’t asked anything from you!”

That was true, and part of that was the problem. You never asked anything from him, because you knew how much he had on his own plate. Instead, you took what you could from him, accepting the little-to-no affection he’d give you most days. You accepted the uglier versions of him. The darker versions people in the industry hadn’t seen before. You accepted the days you’d go without seeing Seunghyun, knowing he was out somewhere coping in awful ways while you sat in your home and waited. You accepted the tears that he’d shed over his mistakes. You accepted the anger that came out at sudden moments, all swirled in with guilt. You took it all without a single complaint, and you loved him so deeply and so openly it hurt him more. Because he couldn’t do that for you. He couldn’t show his love for you in the ways you needed it. You were just to blind to see it.

Seunghyun ran his hand through his hair. “I know. I know, it’s not like that, okay? I just can’t-”

“Can’t what?” You walked closer, your eyes wide with desperation as you looked at him. You studied his face for anything at all. Something to explain this. Something that’d give away his thoughts. You wanted to understand. “What did I do? What can I do? Please, just talk to me. Please.” You begged. Your voice croaked as you tried to fight back your own sobs. “I’ll do anything. Just tell me what’s wrong and I’ll fix it.”

This time, Seunghyun is the one that’s fighting back his sobs. He swallows painfully has he shakes his head at you. His heart was tearing apart. “Y/N,” He whispered. You stared at him, watching as he slowly shook his head. Somehow that spoke more words than anything either of you could say. It wasn’t up to you. He’d made his choice.

That felt like a lifetime ago, and yet he still remembered it like it was yesterday.

The breakup song wasn’t a ballad. In fact it had an almost upbeat tune behind it as you sang. Different emotions swirling in every lyric. Anger, desperation, bargaining, all of the same emotions you’d felt the very night your relationship fell apart. You sang alone on the little stage, moving around to sing at the crowd, but oftentimes your eyes remained on the camera in front of you. It felt as if you sang to him directly, all these years later. Reminding him. Reminding him how you would have stayed if he had asked. How you were always his even if he was not always yours. 

He clenched his jaw as he watched. Every time the camera switched to focus on the crowd or your band was a blessing. A second of freedom from the raw emotions you’d seemed to dig up when singing this song. It was like you were reliving it too. Just like he was. Both of you still stuck in that bedroom. Your voice still pleading for understanding. His body still yearning. His eyes avoiding you. His words shattering reality.

And when the song finally ended, Seunghyun couldn’t breathe. He wanted it to be over. He could click away, he knows that. But he doesn’t. He watches as the crowd cheers your name, and the cameras focus on the darkness of the room. A mystery lurking behind the scenes as people wondered what song you’d perform next.

The unfamiliar intro of another song began. Almost all vocals, the dancers crowded around your body, and you’re staring directly at the camera. The crowd goes wild as your dancers crowd around you, their hands dragging all over your body as you pose. A  beat hits, the lights go out. Seunghyun watches. Another beat, the lights flash on, and you start singing again. A new song, your first song in five years. You start a new complicated dance routine, your body moving naturally with every line.

Seunghyun listened closely to the words. His mouth went dry as he began to register the words. Your comeback song was filled with confidence, but it had a meaning behind it. Seunghyun started to blink, tapping his phone to rewind ten seconds to listen again. Seunghyun felt like throwing up. He very well might. You singing a song about loving someone, despite the way the both of you are, well, not very good for each other. Felt oddly on the nose. The sound of the song was much more your style. Pop with electronic flares, music with fun beats and catchy chorus’s that fueled your dancers. Sensuality flowing through you.

It dawned on him, then. Realization. You were back. You weren’t hiding from the industry, and in a way, you weren’t hiding from him. Whatever had changed between five years ago and now…he knew it was clear. You’d found yourself, just like he’d hoped. You were ethereal as you moved around the stage. You were confident, strong, sexy, absolutely perfect. He couldn’t help but smirk, his chest swelling with pride. 

He’d always been proud of you. You’d always been freakishly talented. Your creative abilities amazed him. It’s what drew him to you in the first place. Even after all this time, you hadn’t lost that flare. That spark. He saw it, even now, as you struck a pose in the center of the stage, finishing the song. Everybody cheered. Everybody was on their feet, clapping and loudly yelling in appreciation. It had been a surprise for all of them, and seemingly everybody loved it. You were breathing heavily, and he could see it. Underneath the emotional layers you wore on stage, he could see the nerves that had seemed to finally relax. He could see your eyes studying every face. Your lips curling up in a wide smile.

You’d made it. Just like he knew you would. 

As the video ended, Seunghyun reopened instagram. It was still sitting on the same post. A news source that had already started making articles to explain how big of a deal this was. He could see comments piling up in excitement. You were breaking the internet, though that didn’t surprise him at all. A gentle, sad, soft smile on his face, Seunghyun double tapped the screen. A heart was on the middle of his screen, covering you for only a second, before he clicked his phone off. He looked up as someone walked in, telling him it was time for the next meeting. He stood up, adjusting the sleeves of his shirt, nodding politely.

You were basking in after parties. 

Your music friends invited you out immediately, knowing you hadn’t been to one of these events in so long. You accepted, feeling deserving after making a comeback in a very loud way. Everyone was congratulating you, telling you how proud they were, how they couldn’t wait to hear what was next, and just about every other compliment imaginable. You let yourself accept them. It was praise you were no longer used to, but you’d be damned if you didn’t let yourself have it all for one night.

So, here you were, at some expensive hotel rented out by some super star for the party, dancing your heart out in a short sparkly dress, holding your third or fourth glass of champagne. You were having the time of your life. In your hiatus, you’d taken a lot of time for yourself. To learn to love yourself, to have more confidence in you and your choices. You took time to learn that the media was always going to be cruel; you just had to choose if you’d let it eat you alive or if you’d rise above it. It seems you’d finally learned how to do the latter. 

You’d also made the choice to stay off social media. You’d had side profiles to watch things, but you’d made the choice to focus on real life. It was an effort to keep the critiques and harsh words to a minimum for the last few years. Your team posted photos of your choice, let you pick the captions, they posted stories and such for you, but overall you remained off line. Until tonight, I guess. You had ended up sitting on a couch after dancing to way too many songs with your friends. You hiccuped, opening social media apps to see the reviews thus far.

Twitter, X, whatever, had been an expected mix. People mostly excited seeing you around again, looking happy and alive. Enthusiasm over the new music coming later in the year. There were the random haters, but you knew now to scroll past if it wasn’t meaningful or progressive in any way. 

Tiktok was already swimming with edits. You giggled at the comments, knowing how absolutely wild fans could get on there. You didn’t stay there long, worried you’d start overthinking the way you looked in certain frames. Silly things you can’t control. You were confident in your appearance and your stage presence now. Something you lacked before. But the nerves still ate at you, even if only slightly. It was progress, something that’d take time and more performances to work through. You closed the app to move on to another one.

Instagram comments flooded your page. You hadn’t posted anything yet, but people were already raving about you. Part of you was surprised. Sure, you knew some people would be happy, but the overwhelming amounts of love you were receiving was still unexpected. Even with years of therapy and self-help, you weren’t sure many people would care about you anymore. It felt nice to be proven otherwise. To prove the dark parts of you that still lingered wrong. 

You were looking at posts about you. From fanpages to news articles. Some included clips of your performance, some just random stills. You were smiling softly. People wanted more from you. They were ready for the single, the album, even a tour if thats what you chose. It all sparked a familiar joy in you. A familiar excitement that had been buried under years of torment from the media. But you weren’t letting it control you. Not anymore. 

Then, by chance, as you scrolled through the recommended posts on your explore page, you saw something.

Liked by ttt and others

You blinked, thinking it was the champagne making you read it wrong. You read it again. And again. And again. ttt. T.O.P. Choi Seunghyun. Suddenly you felt remarkably sober.

Admittedly, you stopped keeping up with him after Still Life came out. Your friends and people around you told you it wasn’t good for you, and they were right. You’d spent years waiting for him to come back to you. Waiting for him to check in. Send a postcard. Anything. You couldn’t fully heal while holding out for him. So you had to stop. You had to pull away even when every part of you hated the idea. 

And now you were staring at his instagram username like it’d just kicked you in the stomach. It felt that way too. 

You clicked his name. The air kicked out of your lungs as you looked at a photo of him with purple hair, painted nails, wearing a teal sweatshirt with the number 230. You’d heard he’d been in Squid Game, but you’d chosen to avoid it and Netflix entirely for the foreseeable future. 

This leads you to a spiral, in the middle of an afterparty, googling your ex boyfriend and seeing all the things he’d been up to while you were gone. From his wine company to dearMoon to Squid Game. His interviews were filled with remorse and nerves. You hated how you still felt empathy for him. You hated how deeply you related to every sentence. You hated how even after all this time it felt like the two of you spoke the same language. 

But you also had felt a smile form as you read his hopes for the future. As you saw photos of him. Clips of him doing press for the show. He was slowly coming out of the shell he’d been forced into. And he was still beautiful. Still soft and warm in the ways you remembered. You’d wanted this for him for so long, so of course you found yourself looking at photos of him with a level of fondness that felt unfamiliar now.

And as you stared at the video and series of photos of Seunghyun on Squid Games’s instagram account, you pondered your next move. What were the chances he’d see it? Slim, considering the post was a few days old. What were the chances fans would see it? Less slim, considering they’d be watching your moves now. So, you did the logical thing. You liked the image, a heart forming over Seunghyun’s face for a moment. Then, to cover your tracks, you liked a few more Squid Game posts. You’re just a fan of the show, you could say if people talked too much. You even were sure to follow Lee Jung Jae to make it more passable. Sure, your team and your friends would know the real reasonings, but it wasn’t obvious to anyone else.

Other than Seunghyun, of course, who saw it a few days later.

[atomicfoxx]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jittering, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos-

[crimeandpunishments]

typa shit thanos would send to you

[melminli]

I LOVEDDDDDDD your Thanos “bang bang bang” post and it made me very curious abt how they know eo and stuff and like I’d love to read more about it in general if you don’t mind. It’s so great and I love your writing <333 have a fun day / night 🫶🏻

BANG BANG BANG ll

summary - thanos was always just such an easy person to argue with. you really hated the guy and that was something that was never going to change, even if your life was on the line and it fucking was.

pairing: (thanos) choi su-bong x fem. reader

word count: 1.8k

contains: violence, angst, death, drug use and addiction, dark content - just usual squid game stuff really

a/n: ty so much! this turned out kinda freaky but that is because thanos is a freak so, i didn't really have a choice.

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There was an eerie silence among all the participants for the first few seconds after the first death happened. The realization of what this meant for everyone present slowly sank in, and you thought that maybe the crazy man with all his screaming, wasn't quite as crazy as you originally thought. The real madman was probably the person somewhere upstairs or - you didn't know exactly where, but you knew that they were watching you.

“Don't move!” His voice shouted again, but this time with a completely different force. It may be that this was the most logical conclusion one could draw from what had just happened, but some seemed to throw all logic out of the window as soon as the fear of death hit. It only took one person to panic to set off a domino effect and from one second to the next loud gunshots could be heard, following the fearful screams of one person after another. The participants were being slaughtered like frightened animals in a cage, what kind of sick game was really going on here?

You too began to tremble as you looked down at the floor, dissociating and trying to ignore your surroundings as best you could. You had to stop yourself from flinching when the person right next to you was killed, even as you felt his still warm blood covering your cheek, even as a small river of it started pooling around your foot. You were most likely going to leave a trace of him all over the ground as soon as you started walking again - whoever he was. It didn't take very long for everyone who had moved to be shot, maybe half a minute - and yet it must have been the worst half minute of your life so far.

“Don't you dare move,” Thanos said in a voice you weren't used to hearing from him. “I'm serious, don't make me mad.”

You just looked at his back from behind, with a tense posture while you tried to regain control of your breathing again. Finally, there was complete silence on the pitch again. Even if it wasn't an entirely welcome silence.

The voice from the loudspeakers began to speak again and you already knew that this would be a voice that would haunt you in your nightmares. “Let me repeat: You can move forward while the tagger shouts, Green light, red light. If your movement is detected afterward, you will be eliminated.”

Ah, so that's what you meant with eliminated. A bit literal but no biggie! The game continued, but no one really dared to move a muscle even when the puppet looked away. You then saw Thanos shift slightly out of the corner of your eye and noticed that he was pulling his cross necklace out of his t-shirt. Safe to say, that you could barely believe what you were seeing right before your very eyes. You've got to be kidding me, they took everything we had from us, but he was allowed to keep that old thing? “Are you seriously going to take that stuff now?” you whispered in disbelief but didn't really judge him for it. You were this close to just laughing out loud at the absurdity of the scene, but you didn't.

“You don't have to be jealous, sweetheart,” he replied with slightly shaky hands as he stopped his movement abruptly when the doll finished talking. He just stared longingly at the colorful pills in front of him. “I don't mind sharing with you, you know that.”

You sighed inwardly at the thing you were about to do. You had been clean for maybe about three years by now and quitting drugs of any kind overnight was fucking hard - definitely one of the hardest things you had to do in your life. On the other hand, your life was still as shitty as before, the only difference being that you were now consciously depressed and unhappy, so who cares? You could die every second anyway. “Thanks.” you just said after taking the pill out of his hand and threw the thing as quickly as possible in your mouth as soon as the doll looked away. Yeah, you were the biggest hypocrite on earth, old news.

It only took maybe a few seconds after that for you to feel the effects of the pill and then finally, all the stress started to dissipate. Your muscles relaxed, all the shouting about whatever felt like a soft pillow hugging you and the weird laying positions of the dead around you suddenly seemed incredibly funny. These were really strong pills, you could practically feel your whole body tingling. “Why are they all suddenly forming a line?” you asked with a grin and Thanos just hummed, not knowing the answer himself. “No idea, but watch this,” he said and waited until the puppet had turned towards you to push the person next to him, causing everyone in front of them to fall over too. “Ding! You lost,” he told them while wiggling his eyebrows and smirking after he watched them get shot.

You didn't even try to stifle your laughter at the scene. “You really are such an asshole.” you replied, shoving him aside this time after the doll averted its gaze. You then ran away as fast and as far away as you could so that he couldn't take revenge on you for what you had just done. However, you quickly stopped moving with both hands in the air as soon as the girlish voice emitted red light as if you were surrendering to her. You stifled your grin and pretty much failed when you noticed a slightly older woman standing relatively close to you. “Hey, are you trying to hide behind me to use me as a shield?” you spoke out without moving your mouth much and watched as she began to sweat more after you realized what she was doing. Still, she didn't pay you any further attention. “And now you're ignoring me too?” you spat out annoyed and grabbed her by the arm when you were free to move and pulled her in front of you against her will.

She tried to fight you off but you forced her further forward while she tried to defend herself. “You're older than me, aren't you ashamed of yourself?” You asked her and stopped walking before the robot's face turned towards you.

Number 57, who was still resisting your grip, stumbled a little to the side when you suddenly let go of her. She was about to howl in delight when she noticed how everyone else stood still. “No…” she mumbled out fearfully. “It's because of that bitch! I didn't -” she tried to defend herself to someone as she looked around the room, but her head caught the bullet before she could even finish her sentence.

“I may be a bitch, but at least I'm still alive.” you sang to her dead body on the floor before running past her. You didn't know how much time was left, but you had almost made it to the finish line anyway. You stopped with your back to the robot girl this time and it didn't take you long to spot the purple hair in the crowd. “Su-bong!” you shouted his name, since you had somehow gotten separated while running. You waited until he yelled back with a what?! “Last one there, gets fucked in the ass!” you yelled out without any shame or filter and saw his facial expression turn serious at the challenge. “Let's Go!”

The whole game went by relatively quickly once you took the pill from Thanos. It was actually quite fun, you thought to yourself as you both jumped around like two crazy people with grinning faces, waving your arms around wildly. I know it's not socially acceptable to say this, but I fucking love doing drugs! It was like everything around you was happening in slow motion and all the decisions you made felt foggy, like you didn't even realize what you were doing.

You loved being this person, it felt great to forget everything and just - not think. “I have won! No, really! You crossed the line two steps after me, I saw it!” you exclaimed before Thanos could object to a single thing. “Didn't anyone else see that?” you exclaimed in disbelief as if the others weren't busy staying alive while watching several others die right before their faces. You didn't care about the looks they gave you as you waved your hand. “No, they definitely saw it. I won.”

Thanos just gave in with a heavy sigh and a roll of his eyes. “Yeah yeah, I'm getting fucked in the ass which is gay, very funny.” he just mumbled to himself annoyed, and continued to avoid your gaze, but couldn't help grin again when you slapped him on the shoulder laughing. “Hey, why did we stop doing all this again?” he asked you when he couldn't remember the reason. All he knew was that he hadn't had this much fun in a long time, even though he knew that he always had a great time with you - no matter what.

You laughed. “Oh, that's because you promised me that we'd both get clean together, and then you spent the money I gave you for rehab on more drugs behind my back.“ you laughed along with him, even if Thanos frowned a little at the memory and you started to smile forcedly after remembering again how he had betrayed you. “Or what was it again? Was it something about that Youtuber you told me about…” you mumbled to yourself obliviously, feeling any sense of happiness begin to fade. You finally gave up, the details weren't that important anyway. “It doesn't really matter though, right? In any case, you used the money for something else, whatever it was. Even though you knew how hard I worked for it - hell, I didn't even eat most days to scrape it together, man.” you stated while you looked him in the face, even though he averted his gaze from you. “That's just fucked up dude.”

Exactly. You actually hated being this person. You might not remember it right now, but you would as soon as the effects of the pill wore off, which hopefully wasn't soon. You really hoped it wasn't soon, because you didn't want to be aware of anything that had happened today.

next.

[dollzites]

⏦ﾟ♡︎ “YOU’RE INSANELY ADORABLE LIKE THIS”

୨ৎ pairing: boyfriend!seunghyun x fem reader

୨ৎ genre: fluff! slight suggestiveness

୨ৎ from myeong: ahhhh!! my first ever love. I’m so happy to be writing for him. thank you for requesting and I hope you can enjoy x

a soft sigh left your lips when you turned to look towards the smaller clock that was neatly placed on the wall, something that seunghyun just had to have for some odd reason. something about ‘it makes the room pop!’ which you never understood his artistic ways. all that mattered to you was him coming home soon from his long hours of shooting for squid game season 2. although you were insanely excited about this opportunity he had to come back into the spotlight and show off his acting skills, you missed him dearly. finding yourself going through your camera roll of all the pictures you’d taken of him mostly off guard doing whatever it was that he enjoyed doing and some of them he took of himself on your phone just so you could have them—which was your favorite. a smile tugging at your lips when you heard the familiar sound of the passcode being punched in and you knew it was him. quickly turning off your phone and tossing it to the side you lifted your body and ran towards the door where he would be coming in at, slightly jumping up and down from the excitement that was running through your veins. getting a glimpse of his tired eyes your lips formed a frown but was quickly turned upside down when he smiled at you, shyness coming over you.

“well? is my girl gonna come hug me or not?” and without another word spoken you ran into his arms and wrapped your legs around his waist knowing that he would catch you and keep you safe within those strong arms you adored so much. what seunghyun loved the most about you was your caring, affectionate, and shy personality. although you two had been together for almost a year now it was something new with him every single day and that’s what kept the relationship alive and well. you both learned something new about each other and so far? his favorite? was your shyness. you kept your face hidden in the warmth of his neck while his hands stayed put on your waist. feeling him take off his shoes and walk into the living room where you just were moments before. he took a seat on the couch and leaned back against the soft cushion with a sigh, gently pulling on you to look at him.

“you know I like it when I can see your face, hm? you’re being so shy right now.. missed me?” all you did was nod but kept your arms wrapped around his neck, wanting to keep close to him as much as you could. taking in your favorite scent of his cologne and shampoo. “I missed you so much. I know you’ve been busy shooting but I can’t help but to miss you and need you here with me.” you softly whispered not even wanting to say such a thing in the first place. his deep chuckle filled the room and you whined in response knowing he was about to tease you for being such a needy girl. slowly but surely you finally lifted your head to look at him which was a mistake because once your eyes found his beautiful large ones it felt like you were stuck. couldn’t move but it was the greatest feeling. every single time you were like this and all you could feel was shyness and embarrassment come over you. seunghyun knew it and lifted a large hand to cradle your face keeping you right where he wanted you to be, “you’re insanely adorable like this.” is all he said before leaning in to press his lips against your own in a sweet but passionate kiss. your smaller hands found his warm wrists and held onto them tightly as if he would disappear once you let go. once he pulled away you went to hide your face in his neck again but he quickly stopped you from doing so and that’s when you felt his warm soft lips against your neck. you squirmed from the feeling and he kept you in place on his lap.

“stop squirming silly, you’re so cute did you know that? such a cute girl. you’re my girl. all mine and only I can make you like this.” he said in between kisses that he continued to place against your neck, which was correct—only seunghyun could make you feel this shyness. “seunghyun..” is all you could say not wanting to embarrass yourself any further and that’s all he needed to hear to stop and stare at you for a few moments wanting to take in the cuteness that he was seeing. it only made you feel more flustered and shy and he knew that, that’s why he did such a thing. looking away from him he quickly grabbed ahold of your jaw and forced you to look at him again his head shaking with a slight ‘tsk’ leaving his lips. “want to see my cute girls face. especially when you’re so flustered like this.” is all he said before pulling you into another kiss, lifting you and himself off of the couch and heading into your shared bedroom.

[junhoswifey]

STUCK WITH ME - CHOI SU-BONG (THANOS) / PLAYER 230

a/n: not proofread! read at your own risk!! i wanted to put my own spin on thanos bc everyone makes him so mean and aggressive so i hope i did this justice 🤞🏻🤞🏻

pairing(s): choi su-bong (thanos) x female!reader

warnings: femme reader, ex bf!thanos, language, smut, fingering (r!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, normal squid game gore

summary: what happens when you reunite with your ex who did you dirty in a game where everyone is fighting to survive?

it has been almost a year since you and your ex boyfriend choi su-bong had broken up. you would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about him practically everyday since then. but the two of you ended things for a reason and you knew you shouldn’t want him in the way you still do but you can’t help it.

su-bong had gotten caught up in some sort of crypto scam and he made you believe it in so much that he even convinced you to pitch your own money into it. of course it didn’t end up working out so that’s how you got where you are today almost 2 million won in debt.

you hated him for dragging you into this but you hated yourself more for trusting him and getting screwed over yet again.

you had been going about a normal day about to head back home for the night when a strange but attractive looking man approached you with an odd looking briefcase by his side. he made a promise to you that if you could beat him in a couple rounds of a silly game he would simply pay you. you were desperate so you played multiple rounds with him until you were fed up with him slapping you for losing. when you finished the man handed you a strange looking business card that you shoved in your pocket until you made it home.

so that’s how you ended up in a room with 455 other strangers. you were awoken by loud music blaring and lights coming on to see your surroundings. you looked down to see you had been changed into a green tracksuit with a small number ‘240’ in the corner of the jacket.

you had sat in your bunk for a while not sure what to do until finally a herd of guards with masks and pink outfits came through the doors. they had explained the rules to everyone and made you line up to go take photos for whatever reason before the first game begun.

“señorita? oh my god! is that really you?” you heard from a distance. you could recognize that voice anywhere. you turned around so fast you were surprise you didn’t get whiplash. there he was just a couple feet away from you, your ex boyfriend, choi su-bong.

you stared in shock as you took him in. he looked the same except he had gotten more tattoos and had freshly purple hair. you couldn’t deny that he looked good even in that ugly green tracksuit.

“what the the hell are you doing here?” you ask looking him up and down. he does the same back to you, “i could ask you the same.” he replied making you roll your eyes.

“well i’m actually here because someone made me lose all my fucking money for a scam.” you said sending him a glare before looking down at the ground. seeing him again after all this time had you feeling all sorts of emotions at once, especially anger.

“oh baby cmon! you’re really still mad about that?” he asked moving closer to you to get a better look. you hesitantly looked back up meeting his eyes once again. “of course I am! do you not understand that you made me go broke? i had to move back in with my parents for fucks sake!”

he just stared at you not knowing what to say next. you took that as an opportunity to get away from him, getting in line to take your photo. you posed for the camera giving a slight smile and throwing up your middle finger. you watched how su-bong practically did the same thing making you remember just how similar the two of you were.

once everyone had finished you were now all walking into a large field that looked like it was outside. the first thing everyone noticed was a giant creepy looking doll on the other side staring back at you.

you heard an automated voice call out to you and explain that you were going to be playing red light, green light. it explained the rules before everyone lined up in front of the starting line. it seemed simple enough. right?

before the game started you all watched how a man with the number ’456’ on his jacket screamed about how if you moved after red light was called you were going to be shot. he had to be crazy right? but his words stuck with you and once the game started and the voice finally called red light you stayed stiller than you ever have before.

everything seemed to be going just fine for a while as the man was guiding everyone and telling us when to go and stop. that was until the woman standing right next to you had a bee land on her neck. you heard her scream and before you could even process what was happening she had been shot, just like the man at the beginning had said.

when the voice called out green light yet again you stayed in your spot too taken aback to even move. you heard su-bong yell out to you, “hey you have to keep going. stay behind me.” so you did just that staying close behind him till you both reached the end.

once the game had concluded you found yourself back in the same bed from before laying down and staring at the ceiling. you had so many thoughts running through your mind. you knew you shouldn’t have come here in the first place. you knew there had to be some sort of catch, and now your life was all the line just to win some fucking money.

you heard footsteps approaching but you didn’t have to look to know who it was. “hey babe. you alright?” you looked over at su-bong wanting to ignore him but instead you sat up and faced him.

“don’t call me that su-bong.” you replied bluntly as you felt his gaze on you. he put his hands up in defense before sitting down next to you. “please stick next to me in here, i wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if something happened to you and i didn’t help.” you heard him say.

it made you smile a little. despite how much you hated his ass you knew deep down he still and always would care for you. he noticed this and it made him smile too. “also i would really like if you called me thanos.”

you scoffed and looked at him with a shocked face realizing that’s why he had the purple hair and colored nails. “you’re serious..? that’s the dumbest fucking rapper name i’ve ever heard.”

he laughed at your response noticing how you did a little too. “oh come on you know you love it.” you just stared at him not really knowing what to say but you honestly loved how he always came up with dumb shit like that and it suited him perfectly.

you two sat there for a while trying to catch up before you were interrupted by the guards once again. they had come in to congratulate the players who were still alive and said we would be holding a vote to stay or leave and split the money that had been accumulated so far.

you watched as the others voted one by one and when it was finally your turn you pressed the red ‘x’ with no hesitation. you watched thanos go shortly after you and to your surprise he had voted to stay. you watched him walk to the other side sighing as he smiled like it was no big deal.

as the voting was nearing an end you were sure you were going to make it out of there until the final voter, player ’001’ had pressed the blue ‘o.’

you stood there in disbelief for a minute before heading back to your bunk not wanting to be apart of the arguments that were already starting. you noticed thanos following close behind and you felt him grab your wrist.

you stared at him and his hand lingered on your arm not wanting to let go. “why did you do that?” you asked gesturing to the blue patch on his jacket. he looked at with an almost hurt expression. “oh come on baby you know i need the money. you do too. if we work through this together we can get that shit and get out of here safely.”

you just rolled your eyes at him trying to explain how putting your lives at risk wasn’t worth it but he didn’t seem to care. instead he pulled you to the bathrooms before you could stop him.

he pulled the two of you into the women’s restroom making you confused. “what the hell are you doing?!” you yelled trying to get out of his grip but he held on stronger.

“baby.. i’ve missed you so fucking much. i hate myself everyday for what i did to you and i know you do too. will you please work through this with me? we only have to do one more game and i promise i will make it up to you when we get that money and get out of here.” you heard him confess.

you wanted to scream at him for what he said. you wanted to tell him no and that he was wrong and you knew he was lying. but you didn’t. no, you couldn’t. instead you found yourself moving closer to him and before you knew it your lips were meeting his for the first time in almost a year.

the feeling made both of you let out soft moans and when you felt him move his hands lower onto your back you couldn’t help the noise that slipped out of you.

you pulled away for a second, your forehead still touching his and looking him in the eyes. “please don’t make me regret this. i want to trust you.” you whispered as he stared at you.

“i promise sweetheart. i want to make it up to you and i want to make you the happiest girl in the world. i will never stop feeling that way.” his words made the two of you smile before your lips met once again.

before you knew it the kiss was becoming more intense and full of need. thanos decided to pull you into a stall just incase someone had decided to walk in on the two of you.

you giggled as you felt him pick you up as if it was nothing. your lips never left his as he pushed you up against the door while holding you. “god i’ve missed this..” he whispered into your ear sending shivers down your spine.

“me too su-bong.” you let out as you felt him start to place kisses down your neck. this made you tilt your head back allowing him more access as you ran your fingers through his purple locks.

“can i take this off?” he asked holding onto your jacket while looking up at you. you nodded quickly and he practically ripped off your jacket as well as the t-shirt underneath.

you moaned softly as he placed kisses to your chest before ripping off your bra as well. he cupped one of your tits in his hand before placing his mouth around the other one.

“please don’t tease me baby.” you whispered which made him only suck harder on your nipple. you could already feel how wet you were becoming as you saw him smirk at your words.

“just wanna take my time with you sweets.” he said before trailing kisses down your stomach. when he got to the waistband of your pants he slipped them off in a matter of seconds leaving you in just your underwear.

“you’re so fucking beautiful.” he moaned as he took in the sight of you that was in front of him. you smiled at him before removing his own shirt and pants so you were now both in the same position. your mouth practically dropped at how good he looked and he couldn’t help but smirk at your reaction.

he removed his boxers before removing your own underwear leaving the two of you naked. it had been so long since you saw each other like this and it made the both of you blush slightly.

he moved closer and placed your lips together yet again. the feeling of your tits pressed up against his bare chest made the two of you moan, aching for more. you felt his hand trail down to your already soaking wet pussy and he stuck a finger in without warning making you moan again.

he kept his eyes on yours as he watched your reaction to his fingers. before you knew it he was adding another before moving his mouth to your tits again. the pleasure was staring to become overwhelming as it had been too long since someone had you like this.

your moans became louder and you knew if anyone walked into the bathroom they would know exactly what was going on. but to be honest, you didn’t care. you yelled out as you felt him pick up his speed encouraging you to cum on his fingers.

you did just that making him smirk at you again before he picked you up once more. he held a firm grip on your sides letting you know he wasn’t going to drop you.

“i love you so much su-bong.. i’m sorry for leaving.” you admitted to him looking into his eyes. “don’t apologize my girl. you had every right to do what you did. i was so shitty to you but i really hope you can forgive me. i just want to move forward with you and give you what you deserve. i love you.” he confessed.

you kissed him again this time a little more aggressive not wanting this moment to end. he held you tight and you could feel his erection against your stomach making you feel even wetter than before. “i need you baby…” you moaned out while looking up at him.

he wasted no time lining his cock up with your entrance. you both moaned before he pushed his length inside of you causing you to throw your head back. he held onto you as he trusted himself up into you never letting go once.

“fuck! you feel so good baby.” he moaned into your ear, resting his head on your shoulder. your nails met his back scratching lightly as he thrusted into you over and over again.

“faster thanos please!” you yelled out wanting more of him. he did what you said thrusting into you even quicker. he would be lying if he said you calling him his nickname didn’t turn on even more. he absolutely loved the effect you had on him.

the speed of his thrusts and the sounds of his soft whimpers in your ear was enough to send you over the edge. you were close and you knew he was too.

“‘m so close baby.” he whispered slamming into you even harder than before.

he wrapped a hand around your throat knowing how much it turned you on. you moaned louder than before at the feeling and you knew you were done for. “i’m gonna cum!” you yelled feeling your orgasm getting closer.

“that’s it baby let it out, cum all over my cock.” he said causing you to do just that. not long after he was releasing inside of you painting your insides white with one last thrust into you.

he pulled out of you before cleaning the two of you up carefully. when the two of you were dressed again you couldn’t help but laugh a little. “what?” he asked looking at you confused. “i can’t believe we just did that here.” you replied smiling big at him causing him to do the same.

“i’d do that with you anywhere!” he said causing you to lightly smack him on the arm. you rolled your eyes before giving him another quick kiss. “i love you.” he said.

“i love you too su-bong.” you replied as you felt him kiss your forehead before opening the stall door for the two of you. he grabbed your hand before heading back to the others. little did you know what was coming your way.

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[snickerdoodlebaby]

Thanos/Choi Subong NSFW Headcanons

Warnings: NSFW (18+), smutty, substance use, manipulation (this takes place pre-games btw!)

I imagine you two to have a friends with benefits situation. Subong doesn’t like commitment and the sexual tension between you guys is too intense to ignore.

His motto is “tits or ass? why not both?”

Would love to get you to smoke weed with him, especially the lazy messy makeout sessions that ensue during it

Has tons of experience. Don’t worry, that translates to veryyy good things for you in the bedroom, he’s so goddamn good at eating pussy.

Loves your legs over his shoulders, pressing your legs to your chest, mating press, anything that evolves him feeling up your soft legs/thighs and bending your body in half.

Doesn’t take off his cross while he fucks you. It dangles between you two as he’s above you, resting coldly on your boobs when he leans down to connect your mouths in a sloppy kiss.

Can be mean in the bedroom, but mostly very cocky and just loves to see you embarrassed and flustered. Loves the huge ego boost he gets when you cover your face in embarrassment or you can’t help the cute pathetic noises leaving your lips. You’re so cute! He’s not below making fun of you until you pout with your plump bottom lip out, and he loves to tease.

Loves when you whine his name out, “Subong…” and give him your pleading puppy eyes. He’ll grin widely and pinch your cheek, sometimes giving you what you want. Most of the time makes you beg for it while you try to hide your blushing face.

“Beg Thanos if you want it so bad.”

Will refer to himself in the third person cuz he’s silly and cocky like that

I imagine him living the high life in a mansion before he lost all his money to crypto. It’s big, modern, lots of marble and granite. Throws tons of parties where everyone gets shit-faced. Loves loves loves you being there so he can sling his arm around you the entire party. If you’re a party girl you’ll be living the dream everyday of your life. If not, well, you better get used to it, the drug scene and all.

That being said about his house, his room is a stark contrast to the rest of his place. Dim lights, neon signs along the walls spelling out his name in Korean and english, dark red walls and black accents. Various music equipment lying around, a futon (his favorite place to get blowjobs from you), a few weights, and his king-size black bed which is never made. Smoke almost always clouds the room creating a dream-like atmosphere. It always smells like weed or sweat in there and his floor is covered in clothes (some of them being yours that you forgot about).

LOVES LOVES LOVES IT when you wear one of his shirts and just panties. It’s so oversized on you and hangs off one shoulder. He thinks you look so sexy like that. Your favorite shirt to borrow is his neon green one, it smells so good, so Subong.

Pretty fit but not overly muscular. He’s got great pecs and loves to walk around shirtless ‘cause he knows you’re so weak for it (and just because).

So often you’ll show up at his place and he’ll be lazily walking around without a shirt on and a baggy pair of shorts slung low on his hips, far enough to see the brand of boxers he’s wearing. His cross laying on his bare chest between his pecs. Makes your legs wobbly.

He’s constantly got scratch and claw marks down his back from you. And lovesss to show it off.

Loves to pay for you to get your nails done (so you can scratch him with em), honestly loves to pay for your everything and I can see him using money recklessly to show off. Will never let you buy anything when you’re with him.

Will be trying to get you to use. If you don’t already, he’ll see it as a conquest to corrupt you. He knows it’s bad and doesn’t really care, he’d love to bring you down to his level if it meant you two could feel good together. Will definitely be manipulating you into taking a pill from his cross.

“C’mon baby, it’ll make y’feel so good. Ya trust me right?”

Gives you substances through sexual methods only. Popping a pill in his mouth and kissing you, pushing it through your lips with his tongue. Putting a pill on his tongue and sticking it out for you to lick off. Blowing smoke & vapor into your mouth.

Has a thing for your mouth and lips. The view of your lips stretched around the base of his cock is his favorite thing in the world. When you leave lipstick stains on his pelvis he doesn’t want to wash it off afterwards.

This man has a tattooed and pierced dick — he has no shame and a high pain tolerance. He has a dark solid line running down his shaft (like the one on his neck), a ladder piercing and a stud at the tip (like a Prince Albert piercing). You couldn’t lie, it intimidated you when you first saw it, your eyes going really wide when it sprung out of his boxers. He laughed above you at your reaction, a lopsided smirk forming on his face. How was that gonna feel inside of you…? “M’gonna make you feel so good baby.” Turns out he was right, it felt fucking fantastic.

Nicknames he has for you include baby, babe, senorita, flower, mamacita when he’s feeling playful. In bed it’s my slut, whore, Thanos’s whore, plaything. “My bitch” when he’s drunk or on strong substances.

Wants you to get a tattoo of his name so fucking bad. Has brought up the idea in passing a few times, seeming not super interested. But in reality he’d find it so fucking hot, especially if it was on a hidden part of your body like your ass cheek, the word “Thanos’ bitch” surrounded by a heart inked into your plush flesh.

Would spank the shit out of that tattoo on you.

Loves to spank you in general, needs to see that ass jiggle when it’s bouncing against his bare hips.

100% records you during sex and loves taking photos of you (whether you realize it or not during the moment). Has an entire photo album dedicated to it <3

I need to see more of him before the games, that 2 second clip was not enough smh.

[carlosainzgf]

REVENGE

thanos x fem!reader (smut)

warnings: kind of noncon so read at your own risk

you were minding your own business, sitting at your bunk, eating the shitty meal you were given when you heard some yelling.

you turned your head to where the noises were coming from only to see your brother myung gi, who you didn’t even know was here until now, getting beaten up. instinctively, you storm over to stop them.

"not thinking of interfering, are you?"

the purple haired man asked as he tilted his head, his eyes widened sadistically.

you threw a punch in his face without even considering for a second, landing right on his nose, making him loose his balance and stumble back.

in an instant, he lunged at you. he gritted his teeth as blood ran down his nose, his eyes filled with a deadly rage. grabbing you by the collar and pinning you to the wall. "you think you can just hit me like that? huh!? you've got a lot of guts for someone so small." he spat, eyes narrowed as he glared at you.

some other players had turned their attention to the sight of the commotion, some had ceased their betting and others watched with intrigue and anticipation as they witnessed what would unfold.

player 001 stepped in, putting a swift end to the conflict before thanos could hurt you. he took it upon himself to discipline thanos and his friend by delivering a thorough beating, leaving both of them bruised and battered.

thanos stayed put on the ground, coughing and panting from exhaustion, his nose still stinging from your punch and the beating he just received.

“you’re gonna pay for this, you bitch!” he yelled after you between coughs when you and your brother headed to the bathroom to clean up.

he still had enough spunk left in him to send a threat your way even after his beating.

he was determined to get revenge.

after cleaning the blood of your brothers face and a small skirmish between the two of you for joining this game you heard that lights were out in 5 minutes so you head back to the dorm.

you could feel thanos’ eyes on you as you got ready for bed.

as the minutes ticked by, the lights slowly dimmed, signaling that it could only mean one thing - it was time to sleep. the dorm fell quiet, dimly lit by the faint glow of the piggy bank.

players were trying to find some level of rest, laying down on their beds with blankets or just simply sitting on their beds.

thanos' eyes stayed on you, watching you as you got into bed, his resentment still burning bright. he was waiting for a moment to catch you off guard and get his revenge.

after laying down with your eyes open, which felt like hours, you decided to go to the bathroom. to wash your face or just to get out of the dorm full of people to get your mind together. you didn’t really know.

you looked over to your brother to see him sound asleep before heading to the door. after convincing the guard you headed to the bathroom, not realizing thanos who left the dorm right after you.

you only took notice of him when the door to the ladies bathroom was kicked open. you, startled, look back to see who it is.

fuck.

“i told you you’d pay for what you did. now…how should i make you pay?” he talked like he was talking to himself.

“i could kill you. easily. but…it would be a shame if something happened to such a beautiful girl like you.”

your words were caught at your throat, not daring to come out.

“maybe i should teach you a lesson, huh?”

that’s how you ended up with your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping tightly at the flesh of your ass as he made you move on his dick, like a little sex toy. his own little fleshlight.

you didn’t know if you hated him for fucking you or yourself for liking it.

he held you up on the air as he thrusted himself into you like you were light as a feather. hands repeatedly landing on your ass, leaving big red hand marks on the surface, making you moan and yelp at the same time.

“fuck! you like this don’t you? you filthy little slut.”

you held onto his shoulders as his pace got faster and he fucked you harder. a knot growing in you, making you disgusted at yourself for liking this but too cock drunk out to care. your eyes closed, too lost in pleasure.

his hand moved from your ass to your stretched out pussy. you didn’t notice it until he pinched your clit, hard, making your eyes shot open with a little scream.

“you look at me when i fuck you.” he ordered. you could only nod.

“tell me who makes you feel this good, bitch. tell me!”

“you! you a-are thanos! fuck-fucking me so good!” you could barely form a sentence at your state.

“yeah i am! come on my cock, baby. make a big fucking mess.” that’s all it took. you fell apart. your walls spasming around him, brain foggy, nails digging at his back, head thrown back, yells and moans spilling from your lips as you came undone.

just when you were about to come down from your high thanos hit your sensitive and twitching clit repeatedly. the pain and pleasure of the act, and how sensitive your body was right after cumming you couldn’t stop yourself from gushing around his dick. your juices covered his lower stomach, his thighs, your thighs as well, and his dick.

that’s when he lost it. he came, hard, when he felt the warm wetness on himself. he held your face, harshly, making you look at him.

“if you even try to do anything to me ever again…you pussy won’t be the only thing i ruin.”

then he kissed you so sweetly. almost sweet enough to make you forget that he threatened to kill you and then fucked you dumb.

[loveesiren]

𝖡𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖭𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾

Thanos x American!reader

a/n: hi my babies! so this is my first thanos (choi su-bong) fic i'm posting. however, i kind of wrote this as an aftermath of a little series i've been working on of them in the games. so, once i am done hating it and editing it, i will posit it! but i hope you guys enjoy this cute lil fluff. i suck at writing fluff tbh but i tried! xx also, t.o.p is my gwiyomiii, my honeyyyy, my angel babyyyyyyyyy! i'm so inlove with him so feel free to send requests!

synopsis: nightmares of the games still haunt Thanos a year later, but luckily Y/n will never leave his side.

warnings: language, fluff, very brief mention of sex if you squint

wc: 1.1k+

You couldn’t sleep. Insomnia had wrapped itself around your mind ever since surviving the games last year, a constant shadow in your otherwise bright new life. You had so much to be grateful for—making it out alive, the money that had saved you in more ways than one, and, of course, Su-Bong. Though, to this day, you still called him T. Your T.

Never in a million years would you have imagined living in a sleek penthouse in downtown Seoul with a man you fell in love with while playing deadly children’s games. Yet here you were, in a world that once seemed as unreachable as a dream: Thanos’ World. And you loved it.

The games had changed Thanos in ways you never thought possible. He quit the drugs, buried his oversized ego, and spent six months holed up in his apartment with only you for company. It was a metamorphosis you never expected but cherished deeply. When he finally emerged from that cocoon of self-reflection, he returned to music—his first true love. But this time, it wasn’t about sex, drugs, and wealth. His lyrics delved into the rawness of his childhood, the pain of his struggles, the weight of his dreams—and you. Always you. You were his muse.

Being with the Thanos, however, was far from simple. Going out with him was an ordeal, a gamble. Fans flocked to him wherever he went, now more than ever, since he’d announced his new album. He once thrived on the chaos, basking in the adoration of women throwing themselves at him and men idolizing him. He was a star, and he reveled in the glow. But now? Now the attention suffocated him. He avoided crowded places as much as he could, especially when you were by his side.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to show you off—God, he did. But the fear gnawed at him. What if something happened to you? What if someone hurt you? You’d already faced your fair share of vitriol when the media leaked that Thanos was dating some American girl. “American bitch,” they’d called you, throwing their venom your way in tabloids and comment sections. But the hate didn’t break you. If anything, it hardened your resolve.

You refused to let him hide away forever. When his anxiety tried to keep him tethered to the penthouse, you were the one who dragged him out into the world. You reminded him of what life outside these walls could offer, even if it wasn’t always kind. And slowly, piece by piece, you were helping him reclaim it.

You glanced over at Thanos, his peaceful face softened by sleep, his arm draped lazily over your bare thighs. Carefully, you lifted his arm and slipped out of bed, moving quietly so as not to disturb him. Padding toward the kitchen, you glanced at the clock: 2:30 a.m. Another sleepless night. You sighed, the weight of endless insomnia pressing down on you.

You set the kettle to boil, deciding tea wouldn’t cut it tonight. The staleness of the room felt suffocating. What you needed was air. Before stepping out to the balcony, you peeked into the bedroom again, reassured by the steady rise and fall of Thanos’ chest.

The view of Seoul stretched before you as you stepped outside. The city pulsed with quiet energy, its lights casting a warm glow against the dark sky. The faint scent of cherry blossoms drifted through the breeze, mingling with the night air and brushing your hair across your face. This view, this life—it was something you’d never take for granted.

Pulling out your phone, you typed a quick message to Se-mi.

y/n: You up?

Minutes passed before your phone buzzed with a reply.

Se-mi: Yeah. Can’t sleep?

y/n: The insomnia is never-ending.

Se-mi: I miss when we all lived together.

Your lips curved into a bittersweet smile. Memories of those first fragile weeks after escaping the games flooded your mind. The four of you—Thanos, Se-mi, Min-su, and you—crammed into your tiny apartment, clinging to each other for sanity. For weeks, you barely left the safety of those walls. Eventually, Thanos invited everyone to move in with him, but Se-mi and Min-su had decided it was time to go back to their families. The games had taught them how precious life was. That, and your shared space wasn’t exactly conducive to privacy—especially with how loud things could get between you and Thanos when you couldn’t keep your hands off of eachother.

y/n: I miss it too. I miss you. Shopping tomorrow?

Se-mi: You know I hate shopping.

y/n: But you love me, and T gave me his black card.

Se-mi: Spoiled brat.

y/n: See you tomorrow 🥰

Se-mi: Can’t wait ✌🏼

You smiled at her response, warmth spreading through you at the thought of reconnecting with your best friend. But the moment of peace was shattered by a sound from inside—faint whimpers carried through the air. Your heart clenched. Setting your tea down, you hurried back to the bedroom.

“T?” you called softly as you stepped inside.

No response. Only the faint cries that sent chills down your spine. You rushed to the bedside table and flicked on the lamp. Thanos was thrashing slightly, tears streaming down his cheeks, his hands grasping desperately at the empty space where you should have been.

“Fuck! NO!” he suddenly screamed, his voice hoarse with panic.

“T!” you gasped, climbing onto the bed and pulling him into your arms. “T, baby…” you murmured, your voice gentle but firm. “I’m here. I’m right here.”

His hand found your shirt, bunching the fabric in his fist as though clinging to reality. He fought against the demons clawing at him, his breaths ragged and uneven. Finally, his eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused at first, until they locked onto yours. His lip quivered as shame filled his expression.

“Hi, baby,” you whispered, brushing your thumb tenderly across his cheek to wipe away the tears. “You’re okay. I’m here.”

“Fuck…” he sighed, his voice trembling as he buried his face in your shirt. His shame was palpable, but you held him tightly, cradling him as though the weight of his nightmares could be eased by your embrace.

“Another nightmare?” you asked softly. He nodded wordlessly, slipping his hand into yours. He hated these moments. Hated the way his past still haunted him, dragging you into his darkness. But you didn’t mind. You’d made a decision long ago: this man was worth every struggle, every sleepless night. Some may say a few days isn’t enough time to know who is your person, but when your life is on the line, time has a way of fast-tracking love.

“M’sorry…” he mumbled, his voice muffled against your chest.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, T,” you reassured him, your fingers running soothingly through his hair. “You know I’ll always be right here.”

“Promise?” His voice was barely above a whisper, raw and vulnerable.

You kissed his forehead, tightening your arms around him. “Promise,” you said, and you meant it with every fiber of your being.

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Broken Promise

Choi Seunghyun x Reader

Summary: Tensions rise when Seunghyun gets jealous of your boyfriend

Warnings: ANGST, fluff, some language.

A/N: I absolutely loved writing this story. I'll possibly make a version for G-Dragon. I hope you enjoy!

Requests: OPEN

During dinner things were fine- Seunghyun sat across from you, laughing and cutting up with you and your boyfriend. The two both loved music, wine, and you, obviously. There were times they would both make little jokes causing you to blush and swat Jackson’s arm playfully. You were really excited because to be with Jackson, or any guy for that matter, they had to get along with Seunghyun. After all, aside from your boyfriend, he’s your favorite guy.

 But now, after dinner, things weren’t ok. You got home and tried calling your best friend but he didn’t pick up. He almost always did, so you decided to just go over to his place. You knock on the door waiting patiently for a reply. After a moment of silence, you pull out your phone.

“Your car is here, ik you are. Plz let me in you’re scaring me,” you hit the send button and wait. After another moment you hear the lock being undone in the door but he doesn’t open it. You tilt your head to the side briefly before going in.

“What’s going on?” you ask gently as you shut the door behind you.

“Nothing,” he said as he shrugged his shoulders and pour a glass of wine.

“Seung, I can tell something is wrong,” you cross your arms. The guy never was great with sharing his feelings.

“I mean, at dinner things were good,” you hear him scoff right before taking a sip of his drink. He then walks into the living room and you follow him sitting across from him on his couch.

“What does that mean,” you ask slightly offended. He draws his mouth into a frown and shakes his head.

“Nothing at all.” His tone is sharp and his attitude prideful. You can’t help but feel slightly hurt by how he’s treating you, I mean you didn’t do anything wrong. You wanted your boyfriend and best friend to get along. You sit in silence for a moment.

“So, you really aren’t going to talk to me,”

“And say what?” he cuts you off rudely. His face softens.

“I didn’t, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to shout,” he sets the glass of wine down and rubs his hand over his face. You on the other hand have had enough.

“What’s the point in having friends if you won’t even talk? God, I mean I don’t see why you’re being like this with me. Did I do something?” you ask him desperately. Granted if he really wanted to act like this he could, but you felt slightly entitled to an explanation being that it was being done to you.

He sets his elbows on his knees and looks at the ground.

“No,” he mumbles, “No you didn’t,”

“Then why,”

“Because, I,” he can’t find the words. There’s so much that threatens to spill out, so much that he’s sure if he tells you, you’ll run the opposite direction. You have a boyfriend, you’ll run to him. You wont even be his friend anymore, he’s sure of it.

“I just need some sleep,” he stands up to walk to his bedroom, but stops and turns his head just over his shoulder.

“Let yourself out,” he says. You sit there dumbfounded. He’s never shut you out like this. He’s been moody and sometimes it takes time, but he always tells you he’ll tell you when he’s ready, this feels different. Seunghyun’s mind can be a very dark place, and that scares you for him.

On the way home, you feel the tears of frustration well up in your eyes. You drive over to your boyfriends house, just needing to talk to someone. He opens the door and pulls you into a hug.

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know, J,” you sigh as you embrace him. A smell of sandalwood and spice fills your nostrils from his t shirt.

“You thought dinner went well, right? I mean, you liked Seung, right?” you look up at him trying to read his face.

“Yeah, he’s great,” he brushes your hair out of your face and you smile slightly at him.

“Why, he doesn’t like me or something?” He lets you go and you both go to the living room to cuddle on his couch.

“I don’t know if its that. I tried calling after dinner because I wanted this thoughts, I mean, you guys seemed to get on well, and you know he’s important to me,” Jackson nods as you continue, “But he wouldn’t answer,” you go on to explain the encounter at his apartment and your boyfriend, knowingly, pulls you into him.

“He might just be going through a rough time,” Jackson tries to ease your mind. He was nervous about your relationship with your guy best friend, he noticed how whenever Seunghyun would talk about you he’d get this look, one of admiration, love and closeness with you. Something the two of you didn’t have yet. But he wouldn’t dare rat out your friend, he trusted you enough to know where to draw the line.

“Maybe, but I’m starting think he’ll never open up to me about it,” you play with his fingers and you pout. He tilts your head up and gives you a sweet kiss.

“Try not to worry about it,” he whispers. You give him a half smile.

The next morning you wake up in your boyfriends bed. Slowly you get up, careful not to wake him up, and go to the kitchen making coffee. You check your phone and see that you have a missed call from Seunghyun. You check the message he left.

“Listen, I’m sorry. I just, um,” you could hear he was slurring his words a bit from the alcohol, “I, I have things going on that you can’t know about, because if I told you I’d loose you and I can’t do that,” you twist your face in confusion at his words.

“I love you too much to loose you, even if I only have you as my friend. I’m sorry.” You look at your phone thoroughly confused. You suddenly feel two hands wrap around your torso and body heat against your back. Jackson places kisses on your shoulder.

“Who was that,” he asks, his voice low and raspy.

“Seung left me a message,” you say gently. You feel Jackson tense slightly.

“What’d he say,” he grabs himself a cup and pours his coffee.

“He said he’s sorry, that he loves me and doesn’t want to loose me but that he can’t tell me what’s going on bc if he did he would loose me,” your voice is still laced with confusion as Jackson closes his eyes.

“Maybe you should just, let it be,” Jackson didn’t want to drive a wedge between you two, but he didn’t want this issue to come between you and him. I mean, after all, he’s your boyfriend, the one you want to be with, right?

“Yeah, maybe you’re right,” you put your phone away, but you couldn’t help wondering what he meant when he said, “even if I only have you as a friend.”

Over the next few days you don’t hear from Seunghyun and you don’t contact him. Trying to give him space and all, but tonight you have to see him. You promised you’d go to his movie premier. So you and Jackson went hand in hand on the carpet taking pictures. You seen your best friend just a few feet away and you looked at Jackson who let you go so you could speak to him. He watched helplessly as you walked away.

Jackson wasn’t dumb, he knew exactly what was going on with your friend. He was in love with you but you were with another guy. He didn’t want to tell you and screw things up, but Jackson knew personally how hard it can be to keep that confession in, and to be honest, he had no idea where you stood if you were to know that information.

You walk up to him, in front of everyone and smile for a few pictures.

“Glad you could make it,” he says stoic.

“I promised I’d be here,” you grin for a picture, “And I don’t break my promises,” you turn to the side.

“T.O.P! Y/N! Over here,” one of the paparazzi shouts and he turns his gaze to them while you give them a second glance and a smile.

“Look, we need to talk,” you try to say and he just walks off. He leaves you standing there and you feel Jackson come up behind you. You both walk inside the theater and sit down.

“How’d it go,” Jackson asks as the lights dim and Seunghyun takes the open seat beside you.

“He walked away from me,” you whisper in his ear. Jackson purses his lips and turns his attention to the screen. Throughout the movie you have no issues showing off any pda. After all it’s a dark theater.

A couple of kisses, feeding each other popcorn, hand holding or his arm being around you and you cuddled up to his side. All the sweet things couples do. What you didn’t notice was Seunghyun gripping the arm rest on the right side of his body, the one you couldn’t see. You didn’t notice the pain in his eyes, the jealousy in his heart. He wanted you to be happy, and he wanted so bad to be happy that you were, but part of him also was pissed it wasn’t him holding you that way; that it wasn’t him you were head over heels for. When the lights came up everyone clapped and the actors all came out and bowed. You cheered for your friend, because despite how childish you thought he was being, you still wanted to support him.

As everyone makes their way out you try to stay behind and see if you can find him.

“Babe, seriously, maybe you should just let it be.” Jackson’s tone, while he’s trying to be kind and sensitive to your feelings, is a little tense and frustrated.

“J, I’m with you,” you point your finger to his chest, “I can’t just give up on a friendship I’ve had for over half my life.” You put your hand on his left cheek and he just looked at you, his eyes pleading with you to run out of there with him now.

“I know, I know,” he takes a shaky breath, most of the theater now empty, “I just can’t shake the feeling that I’m going to lose you,” he whispers the last part to you.

“Why would you lose me?” you chuckle slightly and he just shrugs his shoulders. But he knew in his gut, the feeling was legit. You give him a sweet kiss trying to reassure him. In the middle of the kiss you open your eyes, feeling someone staring at you. You look just past your boyfriend and see Seunghyun with a broken expression, you could’ve sworn the boy had been hit by a bullet the way his face showed the pain he was feeling. You pull away from Jackson and try to walk to him but he turns on his heels and flees the scene.

“That’s it, I’m tired of this,” you mumble as you leave your boyfriend standing there. You chase Seunghyun down and grab his arm, jerking him off balance.

“What the hell,” he asks harshly but changes his tone when he sees its you.

“Oh, no I’m the one that should be asking that,” you say defiantly.

“I wanna know what’s going on, and I wanna know now!” your voice is loud enough that some of the stragglers left behind turn their attention to you. Seunghyun looks around and sighs.

“Go back to your boyfriend,” his tone is laced with venom.

“If you have a problem with Jackson, just say so!” your voice raises in volume.

“No, it’s,” he groans.

“Come on,” he drags you to his car. You send a quick to Jackson letting him know you’re leaving with Seunghyun to talk. As you get in the car your phone rings.

“Y/N,” you hear Jackson’s voice at the other end of the phone.

“Hey, I’ll come by later, ok?” You say with a gentle voice.

“Baby, don’t,” he tries to plead.

“I gotta go,” you say before ending the call. The car ride to his house is silent, the air thick with tension. You stare at him for a moment, noticing the curvature of his jawline, how his chest rises and falls with each breath, and how his fingers have a death grip on the steering wheel of his car. You go to turn on the radio, the silence threatening to suffocate you. As soon as you turn it on, he turns it off. You shoot your brows up at him. You sigh in response as you stare out the window.

“It’s not like I even did anything wrong,” you mumble to yourself. You hear a low chuckle emit from his throat. You cut your eyes at him realizing he heard you. You don’t say another word until you get to his house. He gets out swiftly and like a gentleman opens your door. As you rise from the seat the close of your bodies makes your face flush light pink. He looks down at your for a moment, something unreadable in his eyes.

He turns and takes your hand shutting the door to the car behind you. He leads you inside and you both stand there in silence looking at each other. The room is dimly lit by the TV and city lights outside. A small soft glow in the kitchen behind him makes the room feel small, intimate.

“You wanna explain why you’ve been so moody lately?” You can’t help the harsh tone that comes out, you’re beyond pissed. He stares at you, for just a moment, savoring the time left of your friendship before he spills everything. You shoot your brows up at him as if to ask if he’s going to answer you. He takes a deep breath, and much to his discontent your phone rings again.

“J,” you ask as you answer.

“Hey, have you talked to him yet,” he asks, fear evident in his voice.

“I’m kind of trying to,”

“Don’t,” he says strongly.

“Jackson, no offense, but I am.”

“He’s going to tell you something insane, baby please trust me. It’s best if you don’t hear it,” his tone is now freaking you out.

“I can’t leave this unfinished.”

“I,” you hear him sigh.

“Just promise me something,”

“Ok,” you drag out the word slightly.

“You’ll come back to me, no matter what,”

“Of course I will,” you say, voice worried about what in the world is going to happen next.

“I need to hear you say it, out loud,” Jackson hopes that by all 3 of you hearing the words, it’ll seal the deal and maybe, just maybe Seunghyun won’t tell you.

“I promise to come back to you,” you repeat.

“No matter what,” he says again.

“No matter what.” you look at Seunghyun’s face as you say the words and see the familiar angry look. You hang up the phone.

“Why would he make you promise that,” he asks with a dark chuckle.

“I don’t know,” you shrug.

“Stop avoiding the topic, Seunghyun,” you use his full name and he can’t help but love the way it rolls off your tongue, even if you are upset.

“He’d ask you to promise him that if he wasn’t sure how you felt about him,” he says stepping toward you.

“He knows how I feel about him. I love him,” you say out loud for the first time.

“Yeah, I know,” his face clearly annoyed.

“What,”

“I know, because the way you look at him is the way I look at you and you’ve never fucking seen it,” he shouts the last few words of his sentence.

“I know, because of the way you talk about him, the way you’re so proud of his accomplishments, the way you two always have to kiss and touch and be together, and it drives me insane because I want to be the one do it. I want to be the one you’re in love with.” He finally shouts in passion, not anger.

You stand there, eyes wide mouth sealed shut. He sighs and walks closer to you putting his hands on your shoulders. He’s so close that inches are the only thing separating you, your foreheads barely touching.

“I love you, y/n, not just as a friend, I wanna be the one you wake up to, the one you sleep next to,” he leans in to your ear and whispers, “the one who makes you feel good and who’s name drips from your lips when I do,” you suck in a sharp breath at his words.

“It’s been so damn hard watching you be with him I could have sworn it would end me.” His hands cup your face as he peers into your eyes searching for any sign you could even half way feel the same. All he finds is shock.

“Don’t go back to him,” he whispers as his forehead touches yours, “Stay here, with me,” he begs.

“I,”

“If you won’t,” he sighs, “Just give one kiss, and after that, we can pretend this never happened, hell we can stop talking to each other if you need to. But one kiss. That’s all I want,” his mouth is so dangerously close to yours.

“Seung, I,” you breathe and as much as you swear you love Jackson, you know you love Seunghyun too. You’d never let yourself realize it because you were friends. The friendship was more to you than taking a chance on not having him at all. Before you can finish your thought, you feel his smooth soft lips connect to yours, gently like he’s waiting for you to pull away, but instead you move your lips against his, slow, deep, passionate, savoring the taste of one another. Your arms instinctively go around his neck as his find your hips holding you like he’d dreamt of for years now.

You sigh into the kiss and he does the same, neither of you wanting to pull away. His tongue begs for entry and you decide to give in, allowing your tongues to both fight for dominance. His hands begin to move and before it can go any further you pull away, slightly turning your face to the side. You can feel his hot breath on the side of your face, neither of you letting each other go.

“I made a promise, Seung.” You whisper. Your heart breaking as you realize what you’ve done. You’ve made a promise you weren’t sure you wanted keep.

“And you don’t break your promises,” he whispers with a kiss to your temple. His heart breaks inside of him. He thought the one kiss would be enough, that it would satisfy him. But he was wrong. He lets you go.

“I’ll drive you to Jackson’s if you want,” he says walking to grab his keys. Your head is spinning with confusion. He looks at you expectantly. You pull out your phone.

Jackson- 1 missed call

Jackson- 1 voicemail the screen reads. You hold up your hand to stop him. You bite your bottom lip as you open the voice mail.

“Hey,” you hear him laugh sadly, ��Listen, I um, I know you promised me. And I still want to believe you feel that way, but I can’t be selfish anymore. If he tells he loves you and you want to be with him, don’t come. Just stay there. But if he tells he loves you, which I know he will, and you don’t him, you don’t want him, the door will be open and I’ll be here. But either way, I hope you choose what truly makes you happy, because you deserve to be happy.” You can hear a slight sniffle as your heart breaks for him, for yourself and for your relationship with him. You let a tear fall from your eye and Seunghyun notices.

“I’ll take you to him,” his voice hoarse as he wipes the tear away from your face. You put the phone down and look at him.

“I don’t want to go back to him,” you whisper, breath shaky. He looks at you surprised. Almost like he can’t believe it.

“I want to stay here,” you whisper again as you rise up on your toes to kiss the man in front of you. He picks you up by your hips an connects your lips.

“You have no idea how good it feels to know you’re mine,” he says against your mouth. You giggle with a small smile against his lips.

“I love you, Seunghyun,” you say as you rest your forehead against his.

“I love you more, y/n.”

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#—“She looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl ive ever seen.”

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I’m sorry for whatever this is 😩

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BYE BYE, MISS AMERICAN PIE — THANOS

You had just made the worst mistake of your life. After the last game, the six legged race—Thanos had been able to convince you to stay just one more game, but now? You were regretting it more that ever. The game was called ‘mingle’, and the rules were simple: Get in a room with the correct amount of players, or die.

As an American, you didn’t know any of the games well. Sure, you could easily play Ddakji or Gonggi, but this was your first time playing this game, and you were scared to death—especially since you had seen what had happened to the people who had failed to get into a room in time from the previous rounds.

Yet, Thanos had protected you. But, when he was dancing around carelessly with Nam-gyu, you weren’t sure how to feel. He grinned mischievously, bumping shoulders with Nam-gyu as they laughed together. He was careless, throwing his head back with laughter. He was high off God knows what, his eyes dilated and slightly red.

Suddenly the platform comes to a halt, knocking about a dozen people off their feet, as the robotic voice from the speaker yells the number ‘six.’ Thanos grabs you and Nam-gyu’s hands as Se-mi and Min-su follow closely behind. You can see the room Thanos is running to, and it’s almost completely empty—only one player standing inside. Perfect for your group.

The colorful blood door keeps getting closer and closer as you run as fast as you can, until you are knocked to the floor by a tall, muscular man labeled player ‘089’. Yet, none of the players in your group even seem to notice as you quickly get up. By the time you reach the door, it’s too late. They have the six needed players.

“Su-bong.” You cry from the other side of the door. Thanos pounds his fist against the blood-red door, his face a mask of fury and fear as he comes down from his high, yelling your name as the Se-mi cups her face in her hands and Min-su cries. Thanos tries to pull the door open but it’s no use.

Gunshots ring out behind you as the players who didn’t make it into a room in time are gunned down. He can hear their screams, their pleas for mercy, but he’s too focused on you. His heart races as he pushes and pulls on the door, trying anything to get it open. Your sniffles from the other side of the door are almost unheard as tears stream down everyone’s faces.

Su-bong’s hands tremble as he continues pounding the door with increasing urgency. The others in the room start panic-stricken, realizing what's happening. "DON'T.” He cries. “FUCK." He nearly whimpers. “Su-bong.” You cry once more, before a loud gunshot rings out and everything goes black.

From the other side of the door, part of Thanos’ face is sprayed with your blood as the life drains from your eyes and your body goes limp. You fall to the floor with a loud thud as Thanos sobs. Nam-gyu steps forward and pulls him away from the door with surprising ease.

For a moment, Thanos stares blankly at the splattered blood on his face, his brain refusing to process what he just witnessed. Then, a choked sob escapes him as reality sets in. He stumbles backward, collapsing against the wall and burying his face in his hands. "No…" It was too late.

The cute little American he had taken a liking to was gone, and they weren’t coming back. Nam-gyu looks down at him in pity, as the others in the room cry. Player 089 sits in the far left corner, now afraid for his life. No matter what came next, Thanos was going to make him pay.

A/N: I was literally listening to American Pie by Don McLean while writing this. It’s such a good song, even though it was released three and a half decades before I was even born lol.