#dawon fanfic

[slytherinshua]

CHERRY BLOSSOMS AND AMBER WOOD

genre. fluff. warnings. kissing. reader and dawon are married. pairing. husband!dawon x wife!reader. wc. 1.1k. a/n. surprise i also write for sf9 (no one is surprised atp i start writing for new groups every day skdjks) also i think i discovered that shampoo is like the best smelling thing in the world so... yeah 👍 that was the whole idea of this fic ksjdks

“Come back, you smell good!” Your husband whined, already wrapped up in the sheets. You laughed, shaking your head at his clinginess. He really was like a child at times.

“I’m just going to brush my teeth, babe. It’ll only take two minutes.” You called back to him, already in the bathroom. He pouted at your response and fell back onto the pillows. 2 minutes felt like a long time, especially when he had just gotten back from a long business trip. It was late now, and all Sanghyuk wanted to do was cuddle under the covers with you as soon as possible.

There were many little things that had made him fall in love with you. It wasn’t entirely your looks (though, you were the most gorgeous woman to ever exist to him), or your personality, but the little things that made you, you. The habits and tendencies and constants— those were what Sanghyuk adored about you. The never changing mannerisms that he had grown all too fond of over the years.

It was how you liked to organise things on the shelf by size, not colour; or how you put your hair up and dressed in sweats when it was cleaning day (he would always think you looked the most attractive on cleaning days). It was the fruit smoothies that you would make for him without a recipe, yet they always ended up tasting better than what you could get in the store, and the way you were so attentive to him at all times, not just caring for his health, but remembering all the things he had said in the past. He commented on your necklace once, saying it was pretty? You’d be wearing it for the next date. He offhandedly said he wanted to try pottery? You had already scheduled a class to go to together.

And, especially, it was the way you smiled at him when you were tired. Your eyes looked so sleepy, but so content. Whenever you were wrapped up in his arms, he felt like he could die perfectly happy just like that. As long as you were right beside him, cuddling into his chest, mumbling about your day in a soft voice amongst smiles, he was the happiest man on Earth.

There was one more thing— possibly Sanghyuk’s favourite thing. Your hair. Not just how pretty it was, but how good it smelled. He always thought that the hair products you used must have some magical scents infused into them, because once you were out of the shower, Sanghyuk could never bring himself to separate from you. 

Your hair was so soft and smelled so sweet and clean and feminine— a scent that he could soak up every second of the day and never get tired of it. It was intoxicating, almost dizzying, and it made Sanghyuk feel euphoric that he could call you his. Like the prettiest cherry blossoms on a Spring day, or the sweetest fruit in the Summer sun, you were perfect in every sense.

You came back from the bathroom, teeth brushed and pyjamas on— ready to tuck yourself under the covers with him until the morning came. Sanghyuk opened his arms immediately, eager for you to be back where you belonged. You hugged yourself to his chest, relaxing at the feeling of his arms squeezing you with the perfect pressure, placing gentle kisses to your head.

“I’m serious, you smell so good.” He said again, this time in a whisper, nose happily buried between strands of your hair.

“You do, too.” You commented. While you smelled like flowers, Sanghyuk’s cologne lingered on his clothes from the morning, hitting your nose with hints of leather and amber wood.

“Never gonna get tired of you.” He mumbled, pulling you closer to his body. His hand snuck down to reach yours and he slowly laced his fingers with yours.

“I hope not, cause you already gave me a ring.” You smiled, and Sanghyuk laughed— the sound resonated in the room, making your heart do somersaults in your chest.

“It was the best thing I ever did.” He admitted, fingers fiddling with your engagement ring. It had already been 2 years since he had given it to you, yet he still thought about the moment daily.

You turned around in his arms, smiling as his eyes met yours. You raked up one of your hands to his cheek and he leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed. You both let out simultaneous sighs— of tiredness and contentment and love. 

“I love you so much.” You smiled at him, murmuring out the words as you adored his sleepy face squished against the pillow.

“I do too, lovely.” He responded drowsily, but no less sincere in his words than if he had been more awake. 

“How much?” You asked, half joking and half curious to actually know how he’d respond. He let out a breath and then opened his eyes, wanting to be able to look at you as he responded. His eyes gazed over your face as he searched for the right words.

“...I love you more than I ever knew was possible for someone to love someone else. It feels like my heart is going to explode whenever I look at you because I still can’t believe that you’re mine.” He started explaining seriously, but he broke halfway through, his lips curving up into a smile as he admired you. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

You giggled, “You’re so cute.”

He pouted, “I was being serious.” 

“I know.” You smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Just wanted to tease.”

“You missed a spot.” He whispered, pointing to his other cheek. You smiled and leaned in to press another kiss to his skin, feeling his cheek lift up under your lips as he smiled.

“There. All good?”

He shook his head, “Missed one more spot.”

You laughed and leaned in once again, this time joining your lips with his. He sighed as he kissed you, pulling you closer into his arms and cupping the back of your head with his hand. You kissed him until you exhausted yourself and fell back onto the pillow, breathing unevenly to try to catch your breath. Kissing him was still as exhilarating 4 years later as when you shared your first ever kiss with him.

Sanghyuk pulled you back into his arms, breathing as roughly as you. You rested your head on his chest, hearing his racing heart in sync with yours. You got comfortable under the covers. He stroked your hair, lulling you into a sleepier state, as he mumbled sweet nothings to you. You didn’t have much energy to respond verbally, already too drowsy to think of anything more than your husband and sleep. But you tapped his chest 3 times before you finally fell asleep, sending a silent message to him that he wouldn’t be able to mistake.

I love you.

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dandelions [3k] youngbin, inseong, one shot

He looked at them, enraged, the vibrant yellow color stinging his eyes, and he wished to tear them apart into pieces.

If Dandelions used to be his favorites, he now loathed them more than anything.

do you do nudes? [10,5k] dawon, chani, one shot

“Do you do nudes too?” he ends up asking, genuine.

The younger tries, probably hopes, to find any funny undertones in his voice. It is what he has grown to knowing the man, but he quickly gives up. He is serious.

Chanhee sighs, and puts down his pencil on top of his artbook.

“First of all -”

Make A Move Series

a breathless mess [4,4k] zuho, rowoon,

Juho finally decided to make his move and ask Seokwoo on a date. Only for his original idea to not go exactly as planned.

the cafeteria's sandwich [8,5k] yoo taeyang, hwiyoung, chani

Youngkyun has a crush on Taeyang, but Chanhee is in the way. It's okay though.

bestfriends and more [8,5k] inseong, dawon

First and most important rule is to make sure you don’t catch feelings. Sanghyuk apparently can never, for the love of God, stick to the rules.

In his defense, there was no such rule to begin with.

reminisce about all [6,6k] youngbin, jaeyoon

Five years ago they made a decision together. Five years from then, they make an entirely different decision. Again, together.

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THE STEALER – CHAPTER 2

"Wake up." The words were soft and gentle, but urgent. That voice. It was deep yet gentle. She knew that voice opening her eyes a man's silhouette was standing in front of her, "Jana-ah" blinking a couple of times as her sight is in haze, trying to remember where she is and who’s that person’s voice belonged to, open her eyes then the tall handsome man who was looking down at her, “Li Jae Don'' he called out which caught the tall handsome guy off guard, “Li Jae Don?” he repeated, as she sat on the bed rubbing her eyes, “..onnie..” she called out, “Donnie'' she corrected herself, stretching, “get up or else we’ll be late” he told her then left her to prepare their breakfast, quickly she got up from her bed and stretch away along she got her bath towel and uniform and into her bathroom, “Young-ah! Jana-ah! Come on and let’s eat!” He called his siblings over for breakfast, and a tall handsome and fit man came out topless as the little sister came downstairs from the second floor, “Jae Don-ah, so what’s the plan for Jana’s new semester?” he asked his younger twin brother, “plan?” he asked back as he placed the toasted bread on the table, the little sister sat as the older brothers sat as well, “I mean will you tell them about Jana being our younger sister? you do have hardcore fans…” Young explained to his twin brother,

“Ah, no!” he replied as he looked at his little sister,

“No?” Young looked at him then to their little sister who sat beside her, “why?” he asked, curious.

“Well, as per our majesty, she wanted to know how popular I am….” he replied as he starts eating,

Young looked at their youngest, “you sure?” he asked her, “you know fangirls can be very scary!” he warned her,

“Yeah! I wanted to see for myself, and I have other reasons…” she replied as she takes a bit of her toasted bread,

“What other reason?” Jae Don asked,

“How boys will react when they find out my brother is Li Jae Don, I mean boys are scared of you, especially your aloof personality…” she explained.

Jae Don sarcastic laugh it off but he knew for himself how intimidating he can be,

“Agreed, you’re somehow look mean do you know that?” Young commented, “hahaha! Said someone who looks exactly like me…” he snarl back,

the three siblings finished off their breakfast and went away with their school, and as expected two of them coming to school is a new sight, both boys and girls were curious as who is the new girl with one of their school’s prince, it been a week already since she was part of this school yet people are still curious about her real identity

in the classroom the student were discussing and even coming up with the weirdest theory and as they were discussing it a footstep was running down the hall to immediately share fresh news, "the newcomer's here!!!!!" A boy with his buttons down and showing his inner shirt, announced as he catches his breath, with that the next person who came in was their homeroom teacher who left the classroom door in front open, "ok class, kindly take your sits" she directly on a stern voice, "Good morning, Jana-ssi, hope you leg are getting better?” she asked her as she continue to walk towards her sit by the corner of the room beside the windows.

At first few day’s people gave her a few intriguing looks and asked random questions, she answered some but stayed quiet and didn't mind any of them which kind of ticked some of the bullies who later started to bother her more and more for their entertainment purposes. More rumors started as everyone thought the reason for the initial warning fro there home room teacher not to bother was, that she was a new teacher’s pet, but most of the boys especially in her class thought she was a prize for a new competition because she doesn't look just like your typical ideal normal girl, she had beauty on her and a weird aura of intimidating for some as she was very quiet. Days passed most of the boys means business, and she became their new play toy which dragged some attention, some girls started to bully her more, but she stayed quiet and distant, she gets along with most people here but still kept quiet and distant most of the time but some of the students especially the school's popular handsome group of boys, Sensational Feeling 9 or SF9 what the girls call them were close with her yet they kept a safe distance to observe her as something really intrigues them about her that looks like she is somewhat special.

As days, weeks, and months passed by, her cast had been removed and at the same time, some boys started to lose interest in her which equivalent to more bullies, girls are already bullying her, and more and more are becoming an addition to the group and as days past by their jokes and pranks became meaner than it was before, some of the boys from SF9 wanted to step in but just looking at her from afar she seems to handle it very well so they stopped themselves but then again until when? Especially when the bullies had poured milk and had thrown away her meals, yet she chose to keep quiet and ignore, "what the heck is she doing?" Ethan asked out loud, frustrated. His blood started to boil and most of his brothers had stopped him dozens of times "just for a little longer..." they said at a different time,   

"Until when exactly? Until she's dead?" he called out, feeling irritated,  

"Ok, let's say we let you get involved right now, and then what?" leader asked him, he was about to answer back but then his third youngest replied to his question, "then we could be friends, is that so wrong Hyung?" He asked back, worried and concerned at the same time,  

"No! there's nothing wrong but remember, we aren't normal when we get worked up do you even think what will happen?" He argued back. Keeping his other brother remain silent as he was right, they are not normal, they are extraordinary, not from this time, but Ethan can't stop worrying for her and there was this worrisome feeling in his chest he can't easily let go, a feeling that something bad would happen to her, and he was indeed right, as the school ends, as SF9 are enjoying their own time hanging out on the rooftop where they can see everything.   

"Silent ones are the scariest people, do you know that?" suddenly said the second youngest calmly as he was looking from afar, they all looked at him with dumbfounded faces,    

"What the heck are you talking about?" the youngest asked, in his deep voice, feeling absurd, the second youngest then calmly pinpointed towards someone near the school's library building,   

They found her riding her bike off to school but before she even reach the gate, she went flying to the school ground, while her bike flew on the opposite direction, the bullies gathered to have their fun, laughing and enjoying the moment, both boys and girl gathered around her in circle, they took her stuff and completely trashed it, then started throwing random stuff like paint balloon, spoiled eggs, white and black feathers and other more stuff they could think off, she's injured, her knee's bleeding so as her forehead, then one of the girls had hit her from behind and another but this time she grabbed the thick stick and took off her which of course surprised everyone, the guy behind him had his bat with him and now tried her chance, he tried to hit her but she had blocked him, she started to fight back, she started doing her thing, martial arts, kicking everyone's assess which was one of the plot twist with her, the bullies together with SF9 were left flabbergast as well were impressed with her, but then again she needed help so they helped her out of that area, moving her to the clinic and of course the nurse had help them clean her would, she suggested them to bring her to the nearest hospital which they did then brought her home for safety.   

The next day in school, the school was in chaos. The bullies were expelled and the reason? Her! Who would know the threat of the teacher was a MUST be taken seriously, the rumored queen bee that had been going on since their 1st year who was no show until now in front of them all, the quiet girl had a large influence on the school’s board member for some reason had brought more stir than the most unique class, Class 2-D. Well, this class is one rollercoaster ride, there are a lot of different personalities, and some feared this class more than Class A, why? Simple, Class 2-D has the greatest number of the bullies’ ring leaders, a mix of talented athletes, brainiacs, and handsome tall hotties. 

"Mr. Ethan and Ms. Jana, after school kindly came to my office... is this understood?" their teacher called them as the bell rang, everyone stood up and went to the next class, PE. The girls and boys had changed separately, and everyone was so thrilled about today's class because today is a class relay, and the loser will be the cleaners for the week. The team was separated into mixed groups and for Ethan, it was great for being on the same team as him, meaning he can closely observe her without freaking her out, and here he thought she was being serious in winning at the last minute of the game as he notices she purposely lost the last shot but he was doubting himself as it was impossible and why would she do it but then again one of his brother who was on the same class as his, "did you see that?" His younger brother asked him with his lips pouting and looking at her then to his with an intense eye,  

"Huh?" Jana questioned, surprised.  

"She lost on purpose!" He proclaimed, feeling somehow irritated,  

"You also noticed?" he asked, looking at each other than in her direction,  

"Yes, it's too obvious for us... " He told his older brother, “She seems to be interesting..." He claimed as he turned to leave the area.  

After school Ethan and Jana both went to the teacher's office, the teacher had told them that starting today she would be the class representative with him, and informed us that our other class representative had dropped out from school due to personal circumstances which she displayed some disapprovement and told the teacher she wanted to have a normal school life but of course, she couldn't do anything but to accept in the end, we left after the small talk and had to ask what happened this afternoon she caught her off guard which he earned a glare from her for a short while then left ahead. In the classroom where she took our things she started talking, "how did you know?" She asked, wondering,  

"I-I just noticed..." Ethan told her, shuttering as he was caught off guard.  

"Let's just say I just needed to lose..." She replied as she started cleaning,    

"What do you mean?" I asked,  

She looked at him and told him with a smile, "I'll tell you when you are worth it" then left, he was coughing more off guard seeing her smiling, "that was the first smile she gave to anyone" he said out loud as he placed his backpack on his bag.  

>> End chapter <<

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Hwiyoung's Secret- A Hwiyoung Fanfic (Hwiyoung X Reader)

Description: Hwiyoung and you have been dating for two years, but he isn't ready yet to make it known to anyone. But when one of his friends announces that they're into you, he makes it known to you that you're his. Warning: Smut, breeding kink, angst, arguing, finger penetration, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, aggression, teasing, possessive.

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"Y/N, you're looking really good today." Dawon said, smirking as you walked through the door to their dorm.

You looked down at your crop top and leggings. You had just finished working out and got a call from Hwiyoung to hang out, and you didn't think of changing because you knew what he wanted to do with you did not involve any clothes. You also didn't realize that the whole group would be here either, something Hwiuoung had forgotten to mention.

You just shrugged and sat down on the floor near Hwiyoung. You smiled up at him, and he gave you a small smile back then proceeded to look back at his phone.

Hwiyoung and you have been friends before he became a K-pop star and during his debut, you guys started leaning more towards a different type of relationship. You both didn't talk about it till a two years ago since he was busy with the guys and with building up his acting career and learning more about production and song writing. All the guys knew you were close friends and always teased you about getting you both together but you just shrugged it off until Hwiyoung came clean about his feelings for you during a drunken night. Ever since then you have been secretly dating each other, and it didn't seem like Hwiyoung was ever going to let anyone know about it any time soon.

You've always supported his decision to keep it private from the public eye but you didn't understand why no one close to you could know. They guys didn't know, your best friend Sam wasn't allowed to know and neither of your parents knew that you were anything more than close friends that have known each other since they were kids.

It frustrated you not to be able to share anything with anyone or ask anyone for advice. You had your fair share of fights over it but it always ended with you giving in to Hwiyoung. You didn't care if the world didn't know, in fact you would rather not be in the public eye, but at least your close friends and family. You didn't want to keep hiding and lying to them. It was starting to become too stressful and it was taking a toll on you mentally. And you sure as hell, wasn't bringing up the idea of marriage, no ,atter how much you wanted it, if he couldn't even come clean to his parents.

"So Y/N, are you seeing that guy who gave you his number a few weeks ago?" Rowoon's voice pulled you away from your thoughts. Hwiyoung turned to look at you questioning along with the rest of the boys, except his look had a hint of jealousy behind it.

"Nope," you said quickly, "I threw out the napkin that it was on. I'm just focusing on me right now."

"We've known you for years now, and we have never seen you date anyone. I'm not getting any younger, I need grandkids!" Inseong chimed in dramatically, making everyone laugh but Hwiyoung who was scrolling through his phone not caring. "No, seriously. You should get out there, you don't have to marry the first guy you see but at least have fun. You're young, enjoy it."

You nodded back, not knowing what to say when your boyfrined of two years is sitting right next to you and not seeming to be interested in the conversation.

"You know who would be a good match for her?" Dawon said after a minute.

"Oh?" Hwiyoung said, finally showing interest.

"Me!"

Everyone looked at him confused.

"Y/N and I have a lot in common plus we hang out the most after Hwiyoung. Plus, I'm good looking, you're good looking." He pointed to you. "We'd make some cute babies. It's time for me to settle down, plus have I also mentioned how good looking I am?"

You laughed nervously as the rest of the boys chuckled and started to tease Dawon for his 'secret' crush. You snuck a peek at Hwiyoung but he just stared at his phone with his jaw clenched tightly.

It carried on for two weeks. Hwiyoung not saying a thing as Dawon openly flirted with you in front of everyone. You gave excuses when he asked you out and you shyly ignored when he flirted with you even though it wasn't the guy you wanted it from, you secretly liked it. And Hwiyoung knew that. He didn't let you know that he knew but he saw you look down as your face turned slightly pink before you rejected Dawon for another time.

You didn't say anything when the two of you were alone and neither did he but he knew you wanted that from him but he couldn't give it to you. It was starting to frustrate him too and a lot of time that frustration took its form through picking a stupid fight with you over something so small or nothing at all. He could see that he was hurting you but every time he saw you, all he could see were Dawon's advances and you enjoying them enough that you would leave him. Hwiyoung knew you would never cheat on him, you loved and cared for him, but he knew that that could only go so far after awhile and you wanted more than what you were recieving. He was afraid you'd leave, but he didn't do anything to stop it because Hwiyoung knew that you deserved better.

"Hey, where have you been?" Youngbin asked as Hwiyoung made his way into their dining area.

"In the studio. Were you guys waiting long?"

"No, we all just got here."

Hwiyoung looked around as he sat down at the table noticing two people were missing from the group. "Where is Dawon and Y/N? I thought they were supposed to be here."

"Oh, they're down at Lucille's, I think." Chani replied, and Hwiyoung's eyebrows raised.

"Like the restaurant Lucille's?"

Chani looked confused. "Um, is there any other type of Lucille's around?"

Hwiyoung grunted in reply and opened the lunchbox that Jaeyoon passed him. He stayed quiet the rest of the meal as he felt his anger boiling over as he thought of Dawon and his girlfriend on a date, especially in public.

Eventually he followed the guys back to the lounge area and sat down on a couch watching the clock waiting for your arrival.

Finally, after an hour of waiting, the door opened, and you and Dawon walked through chatting. You were wearing the tiniest dress with the biggest smile on your face, as you walked past him without even noticing him. He knew he was angry and jealous, especially when you were dressed in something he gave you to go out with another man. He knew that you would never cheat on him on him, but being quiet for so long was starting to eat at him. Hwiyoung knew he shouldn't say anything, but he couldn't help it. "So how was the date, love birds? Set a date yet?" He regretted it as soon as he said it as he watched the hurt flash across your face.

"If you call running errands for my manager at different restaurants a date then I guess it was good." Dawon said as he sat down confused to why Hwiyoung was so angry.

"Well, at least you can be so open with your relationship in public. I know a lot of girls like that kind of stuff. Right, Y/N?"

You looked down at your hands nervously, as you felt tears prickle your eyes before swallowing the rock that was sitting in the back of your throat as anger overturned your hurt. You looked up meeting his dark eyes and held your head high. "I wouldn't know. I never had a boyfriend, and if I did, it sure would be a guy who was okay with me hanging out with male friends."

You could tell you riled Hwiyoung up as he stood up and got close to you. "Well at least if I had a girlfriend, she would be appreciative of our relationship being private to keep her safe in public."

"Well, if I had a boyfriend, we would at least have communication and compromise on it. I don't need a man to protect me, I can take care of myself and would know what I was getting myself into." You took a step forward, both of your chests touching as you starred at each other.

By this point the boys were starting to piece things together as you two continued to argue back and forth.

You were over the argument after a couple minutes passed and you didn't care that the boys knew that you both were dating. "At least I would be with a guy who wouldn't hide me away from everyone and to have the guts to let everyone know I'm his when his best friend openly flirts with me!"

Hwiyoung's jaw clenched and eyes narrowed as he spewed out, "My room now."

"Fine!" You stomped over to his room, and the door slammed behind you before you felt yourself pinned to the wall as Hwiyoung's lips crashed onto yours.

He lifted you up as your legs circled his waist as he grinded his hips into yours, earning him moans of pleasure from you. His lips pulled away from yours as they made a trail down to your neck where he sunk his teeth into your flesh for a few seconds before sucking on the spot and then running his tongue over the bruised skin.

He pinned you closer to the wall as his hands left your butt and up your dress, tugging it off as he kept you lifted up. One hand found their way back to your butt, squeezing it as he continued to lift you, and the other found its way to your throat as he wrapped his long fingers around it. You gasped as he grinded back into you, pleasure filled your body as the feeling of your airways being squeezed with the pleasure of his large cock rubbing into your wet sensitive areas.

He let go of your throat and stood you back on the ground as his lips trailed their way from your ear down your clothed chest and down to the waistband your panties. He took it in his teeth as he slid them down, his nose lighting touching your clit making you whimper. He tossed your underwear to the side, then traveled his hands back to your bra, unclasped it, and threw it. His pulled off his shirt, and you licked your lips in anticipation as he undid his belt and then slid his pants off, revealing a very large and hard mound in his boxers. You knelt down and licked up his clothed member before pulling down the material to expose his large, girthy cock.

You took it in your hands as you rubbed them up and down his shaft before enveloping him in your mouth. He moaned your name before grabbing the back of your hair as he forced you up and down his cock making you gag as the tip of his penis hit the back of your throat easily. "Just like that baby." He moaned as your chocked on his cock, tears springing from your eyes. He started bobbing your head faster as he thrusted his pelvis back and forth out of your mouth, making you gag as your spit covered his length shaft.

You looked up at him with tear filled eyes and his breath hitched at how beautiful you were, especially taking his cock in your mouth. Thinking about how you could look at another man with those innocent eyes infuriated him. He quickly pulled his cock out of your mouth, pulled you up from the floor and slammed you against the wall, lifting up your leg and shoving his cock into your tight folds, making you scream in pain and pleasure.

"Are you trying to make me jealous?" He whispered, his lips brushing your ear while his cock pounded in and out of you. "Going off with another man, a man you knew wanted you, for hours while I waited only for you to return only to find you wearing a dress that barely covers you and acting like nothing happened."

"Maybe I was, you never show your emotions for me and you barely do when we're alone. It was payback for all those girls you were with that sparked those stupid dating rumors all these years." You could barely get the words out since he was pounding into you so harshly but you knew you had to lie to get him angrier or he would never let out what he needed to.

"Payback?" He grunted as he shoved deeper into you, your legs wrapping themselves around his waist to keep up with his pace. He pulled your close to him, lips barely brushing against yours. "I can give you payback, baby."

He carried you over to the bed, throwing you down as he pulled out and turned you around on all fours. He spread your legs as he knelt between them and slowly shoved his cock in, the both of you groaning in pleasure. He started slowly going in and out, making you whimper as his girth stretched out your wet pussy. His hands tightened on your hips as he pulled out, his tip rubbing agaisnt your entrance. He grabbed both of your arms and pulled them back, your face shoved agaisnt the mattress looking back at him.

Hwiyoung smirked while he looked at you ass wiggling for his cock to fill you up as you looked at him with big, wanting eyes. "If you were looking for payback baby, then look no further. I'm going to fuck you you so good that you won't look at another man. You'll be mine, bouncing on this cock with your pretty face." He shoved his cock in hard pulling out slowly and repeated.

"What if I don't want to be yours?" You taunted between moans.

He groaned at your taunts. "Baby girl, I'm going to spill so much of me seed into you constantly till you're nice and full. Just the thought of you carrying MY baby sends me on edge. I'm going to make you a breeding machine so every man knows your mine." He thrusted in harder and as his pace quickened.

"Oh my god... Hwiyoung!" You screamed as his tip hit you g-spot over and over, sending waves of pleasure over you. His cock rubbed against your tight walls as he fucked you senseless, your legs shaking from pure ecstasy. You could feel your orgasm building and getting closer as your brain went blank with only thoughts of his cock spilling into your tight, wet pussy. "Oh baby, fill me up."

"Gladly." He thrusted into you harder making a scream fall out of your mouth from your orgasm at the sheer force of his cock slamming into you. You felt his cock stiffen followed by ropes of his hot cum spewing into you. He kept fucking you until your were a moaning mess, just moaning his name repeatedly over and over.

Your body shook and you could barely hold yourself up. He let you fall onto the mattress as he continued to fuck you from behind. "Look at you all cock drunk. I can't wait till my seed claims you. You'll be drunk on this cock even as your belly grows bigger from my baby. I'll breed you like crazy." He thrusted one last time into you, his cock spilling his seed and your felt your walls close in at just the thought of him claiming you.

He slowly thrusted his cock into you, shoving as much cum into your pussy as he could.

Hwiyoung placed a kiss on your back and gently pulled out, making you groan as your pussy felt empty. He turned you over and placed a kiss on your clit, took his two fingers and shoved them into you, pushing the cum back in that was starting to spill out. You hissed as his tongue lapped up your juices near your clit. He chuckled, a big smile spread across his face as he continued to finger fuck his cum into you. "You're all mine, baby girl. And now they definitely know we're dating."

[dowoonsbf]

ABOUT ME

• 20+, any pronouns, florida usa

• FR/ESP ok!

• fanfic writer since 2012

• tumblr user also since 2012 unfortunately

ABOUT THE BLOG

- runs almost entirely on a queue

- amateur gif maker and graphic creator

- lots of rambling in the tags bc that’s how tumblr works!!!!!!!

- will occasionally post rpf fics if i feel like it, although i usually just do so on twitter :3 they’ll be tagged #sloanfics if you want to blacklist the tag!!

STANS

i’ve been a kpop fan since 2015. i saw kim kibum on a variety show at a kbbq restaurant and it was all over for me.

you’ll mostly see me talk about:

✨ nct / doyoung, johnny, mark, jisung, jeno, xiaojun, ten, ryo, sion (pre-debut for all all units)

✨ stray kids / felix, jeongin, chan (2021)

✨ the boyz / juyeon, sangyeon, chanhee (2022)

✨ stayc / sieun, isa (2023)

✨ sf9 / chani, rowoon, dawon (debut)

✨ seventeen / minghao, joshua, mingyu (debut)

✨ got7 / bambam, mark, youngjae (2015)

✨ shinee / kibum, jjong (2015)

✨ p1harmony / jiung, keeho, intak (2022)

✨ twice / jeongyeon, dahyun, momo (debut)

i stan other groups, especially girl groups, so don’t be surprised if i post about others not listed!!

MEMORY ZONE:

stray kids seattle 12 july 2022 ; atlanta 22 march 2023 & 23 march 2023 ; nyc [global citizen festival/as 3racha] 23 september 2023

sf9 chicago 2 december 2022

nct 127 atlanta 13 january 2023

p1harmony atlanta 1 february 2023 (hi wave, photo)

nct dream atlanta 9 april 2023 ; atlanta [jingle ball] 14 december 2023

wayv paris 11 june 2023

jungkook nyc [global citizen festival] 23 september 2023

please feel free to tag me in anything or send me posts via dm, i don’t bite :D

you can tag me in haikyuu!! and danmei things as well, and they’ll be reblogged over on @chengxians

[kpophours]

Love Me Again (M)

➵ SF9: Dawon x fem. reader / one shot, college AU / angst, fluff, smut / REQUESTED

➵ warnings: explicit mentions of sex (handcuffing, oral: receiving, slight breath play, orgasm denial), mentions of drinking/alcohol, slight cursing

➵ word count: 4.7k

The music is blasting, the air feels stuffy and hot and there are just way too many people surrounding you right now.

You don’t even know what you’re doing here.

You’d much rather be in your dorm, preferably with some ice cream, a bottle of your favorite wine and a cheesy romance movie. But no, your best friend Julie simply had to drag you out of your cozy little cavern, just so you could chaperone her to a frat party.

You’ve never been a fan of frat parties.

Okay, that’s actually a lie, you had always kind of enjoyed them - but that had been before everything happened.

And with everything, you mean Dawon.

Your ex-... boyfriend? Or more like… Your ex-fling.

Or whatever.

“Labels” are out nowadays, right? At least that’s what Dawon used to tell you whenever you asked if you two were “official”.

Well, whatever he was to you, he is definitely the one who broke your heart into a thousand pieces. The one you’re still thinking about - day and night - and the one you blame for the three pounds you’ve gained so far, all thanks to the increasing amount of ice cream you’ve been consuming these last few days. 

You had met Dawon at a frat party as well - he had been your opponent during your third round of beer pong on that fateful night. He had joked around with his friends, saying that he’d definitely defeat you as you were already looking a bit cross eyed (all thanks to the four shots of tequila you had drowned while Julie cheered you on a few minutes earlier). Dawon had been more than surprised by your accurate aim - and even more so, when you had defeated him in the span of mere minutes. You’d been the star of the evening and - like a true gentleman - he had congratulated you on your success. Later that night, he had asked you to dance and in the early morning hours, he had kissed you under the stars on the porch of his fraternity.

It had been the beginning of your... relationship - one with many highs and lows. One that ended just two weeks ago, because of … Well. Because of what, exactly? You’re not even sure anymore. You had argued, probably about his inability to (really) commit to you and the relationship; you had both screamed at each other and in the end, Dawon had left.

Just like that.

He had literally left the next day - for a project, where he and a group of other junior researchers got to experiment with some crazy chemicals in a far away city.

He hadn’t even said goodbye. He hadn’t even called or texted.

The last thing he had said was “It seems you’re better off without me, then.”

And that had been it.

… to be fair, you had been too proud to call or text him, too. After three days of silence, you had finally blocked his number and begun to wallow in self-pity.

Until tonight, when Julie had finally decided to drag you out and distract you from your misery and the prospect of dying as a lonely old hag with too many cats (or dogs, you don’t really have a preference).

And here you are now - freshly showered (it had been “more than necessary”, as Julie had oh so politely told you) and clad in something else than a baggy (aka Dawon’s) shirt and sweatpants, which had been your attire these past few days.

You deeply sigh, nipping on the beer in your hand, looking around the place. You know a few people - there’s Zuho from the music department, showing some people cute pictures of his cat on his phone, and you’re pretty sure you see your old research partner Jaeyoon grinding against a slightly intoxicated Suzie, which whom you share one of your psych classes. Everyone seems to have an amazing time, the beer pong table is full, the dance floor is even fuller and the alcohol supply gets emptier by the minute.

You desperately cling to your red cup, the only thing holding you together right now - because Julie has long abandoned you to dance with her long-time crush Youngbin. You shoot him a dark look - not because you don’t like Youngbin, but because he’s the sole reason Julie wanted to come here in the first place. “Today is the night I will kiss Kim Youngbin!”, she had proclaimed in a grave manner earlier this night, before drowning a shot of crystal clear vodka as a way of gaining some courage. Apparently, it did have the desired effect - because you almost do a double take when you see her press her lips against his. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem opposed at all and you quickly look away, not wanting to see their make-out session in the middle of the dance floor.

You really want to leave, especially now that Julie has finally fulfilled her night’s mission… But then again, you don’t want to leave her behind. Youngbin seems to be very nice and caring, but you never know nowadays. You’d definitely never abandon your friend without getting her okay first. And even then, you’ll definitely keep your phone beside your bed to immediately answer her call, should anything… happen.

You have just drowned the last bits of your drink and are contemplating if you should get another one, when Julie makes her way over to you, Youngbin’s hand securely in hers. He sports a soft, loving smile and can’t keep his eyes off her. Apparently Julie wasn’t the only one waiting for this to happen. Your best friend slings one arm around your neck, pressing a wet smooch against your cheek and making you hiss in disgust. “I’ll leave with Youngbin now. Should we take you home? Youngbin’s lives pretty close to your dorm.”, she offers, smiling brightly, but you quickly shake your head. You really don’t want to keep them from… whatever they’re planning to do. That would be a very awkward walk back home. “Nah, it’s okay. I’ll stay for a bit.”, you lie smoothly, lips stretching into a fake smile. Julie gazes at you for a few seconds, but her intoxicated mind doesn’t find anything to be amiss. “Well, okay then. Text me when you’re home, okay? I’ll call you tomorrow.” With that, she hugs you close and - with one last look - leaves you behind, Youngbin trailing behind her.

You wait for a few minutes, shuffling from one foot to the other, before you follow them out of the door - they’re thankfully long gone by now. You’re almost out of the door when you hear it - the familiar laugh.

Immediately, your insides freeze - no, your whole body freezes. Mind hazy, hands shaking, you turn towards the source of the noise. There, you see him.

Dawon.

You hadn’t known he’d be back by now - you thought he wouldn’t be back until Tuesday. Maybe the experiments didn’t take as much time as anticipated.

Either way, he’s here.

And he’s not alone.

A pretty girl around your age sits on his lap, both her arms around his neck while his linger on her waist. She giggles at something he says, pushing her long hair back and exposing her décolleté for him to ogle at.

You swear, you feel your heart splinter again.

One look is all it takes for you to realize that you’re so not over him.

Not even close.

Not even a bit.

You feel tears spring to your eyes and whirl around, almost blindly making your way towards the kitchen, shoving people out of the way to get to the desired object - the alcohol. You fill your cup, drowning it in a few seconds, ignoring the horrified expression on Hwiyoung’s face who was just about to fill his own cup. You fill your cup a second time and empty that one as well. While you aim for your third fill, Hwiyoung clears his throat. “I… don’t want to overstep, but… are you okay?”

You throw him a dark look and he recoils a bit. He’s younger than you, not by much but by enough for him to know not to ask you again and to just let you be. You take your cup and leave the kitchen and Hwi’s judgy expression behind, making your way towards a different part of the house, far away from Dawon. You won’t be able to leave without passing him again, so you decide to stay for a bit longer.

Suzie - without Jaeyoon, this time - sits on one of the big sofas, mindlessly scrolling through her Instagram feed. You sit down beside her and she smiles at you, pocketing her phone. “Y/N! I didn’t think you’d actually come tonight. How are you? I haven’t seen you in what feels like… forever.”

You smile at her, maybe a bit strained, and shrug. It’s true, you’ve been absent from your shared class last week, simply not having the strength to get up after crying for the better part of the night (Dawon had posted a selfie on Instagram that evening, something you’d only gotten to know about thanks to Julie, as you had already unfollowed him by then). “Yeah, I was sick.”, you lie and take another sip of your beer, almost spilling some of the liquid over yourself.

Maybe you should slow down a bit.

“Lovesick, huh?”

Your head whips around and you stare at Suzie, who sports a somewhat pitiful expression. You just sigh. “Is it that obvious?”, you murmur, gaze sliding towards the front door where you saw Dawon earlier. Suzie just shrugs. “Well, it’s not like I didn’t know about you and Dawon being a thing, you know? You were kind of obvious about it.”

You grimace. While you’ve never been an official couple, there had been some… drunk make-out sessions at parties, you can’t deny that, even if you’re cringing about that right now. “Yeah well. It’s over.”, you simply answer and take another sip of beer.

“Men are idiots and don’t deserve us.”, Suzie states, clinking her cup against yours and taking a solidary sip as well. You smile at her and nod. “You’re very right about that. He also seems to have moved on already - at least that’s what it looked like.”, you explain, trying to keep the pain out of your voice (and failing, apparently). 

“He has?! What a fucking idiot, I’m gonna go over there and tell him that his behavior is unacceptable and then, I will spill all my beer over him and-”

You shush her rambling by pressing your hand over her mouth, giggling at her antics. “Thanks Suzie.”, you just say and smile in earnest this time. She immediately softens. “We girls need to stick together.”, she says gently and you nod. “We sure do. Speaking of men… What’s going on with you and Jaeyoon?” You lean closer, your voice almost secretive. She immediately blushes and ruffles her hair. “I… I like him.”, she shyly confesses and you smile. “I saw that. I think he likes you, too. You looked quite… cozy earlier on the dance floor.” You grin and she laughs, a tad embarrassed. “Uhm yeah, he had to rescue some new pledge - Chani, I think? Apparently he and Rowoon were playing flunky ball against some guys from another frat and… uh - it didn’t end well for them. He’s helping them take a shower now.”

You laugh and shake your head. “Well, I will immediately disappear when he comes back. Wouldn’t want to disturb you guys.” Suzie shoves you playfully, but smiles nevertheless, the blush still prominent on her cheeks. Suddenly, she freezes, her eyes following someone behind you. Reflexively, you turn around as well and see what she’s looking at: Dawon, dancing with the girl from earlier.

… they look… comfortable, to say the least.

Immediately, you stiffen, heart pounding fast against your rib cage, blood rushing to your head. “That’s it.”, you say grimly and get up, ignoring Suzie’s surprised yelp and her attempt at grabbing your hand. You storm onto the dance floor - not before emptying your cup and throwing it somewhere behind you - and begin to dance. It doesn’t take long for some guy to show up behind you, his hands on your hips and him grinding against you. You don’t really care, after all, that’s basically what you wanted to happen. As subtle as possible, you move towards Dawon and his new girl. You don’t know if he’s already seen you tonight, but now you want to make sure he does - and that he sees he’s not the only one that has moved on already.

You finally turn around to face the guy you’ve been dancing with for the first time and almost yelp in surprise when you see that it’s Jaebum, a guy you’ve known for a few semesters now - all thanks to some mutual friends. He grins, damp hair sticking to his forehead, his nose ring catching the light. He seems to be slightly drunk as well, but right now, you don’t really care about that. You smile up at him and press yourself even closer to his body. He only raises one eyebrow, continuing to move to the beat of the music. When you look over his shoulder, you accidentally lock eyes with Dawon. His gaze is dark and his expression tight. Something almost predatory enters his gaze, when he sees you. You quickly look away again, but the damage is done.

Suddenly, you don’t really feel like dancing anymore, heart and head hurting. You excuse yourself from Jaebum by faking to have to pee, hurriedly making your way through the sweaty bodies of the other people on the dance floor. The bathroom downstairs is occupied, but you know the house well enough to make your way upstairs to the second bathroom.

Inside, you take a few minutes to gather your thoughts. You wash both arms with cold water, pinch your cheeks and drink a bit of tap water to help you clear your head. Then, you take a deep breath and close your eyes.

It’s time to go home now. You don’t want to see Dawon anymore. You don’t want to think about him anymore. You just want to forget him.

… truthfully though, you want nothing more than to be back in his arms again. To kiss him, to laugh at his stupid jokes and idiotic antics, to have him tickle you and squish your cheeks.

You feel tears spring to your eyes and desperately try to suppress them. Suddenly, there’s an almost aggressive knock on the bathroom door and you jump.

You take another deep, slightly shaky breath and open the door.

You startle, hand still on the doorknob, freezing in place.

Dawon leans against the doorframe, hair messy, eyes dark, restlessly gnawing on his lower lip. For a few seconds, you just stare at each other. Then, you slowly lower your hand and clear your throat. “Hi. And bye.” With that, you try to shove past him, but before you can reach the staircase, he gently grabs your hand, holding you back and turning you around. He searches your face for a few seconds and then - before you can say or do anything - his lips are on yours.

You gasp in surprise and he immediately slips his tongue inside your mouth, walking you backwards and pressing you against the wall, hands gripping your hips in an almost bruising manner. But you don’t even mind, kissing him back just as aggressively, just as feverishly. One of his hands wanders, grabbing your thigh and hiking one leg up and around his slender hips. He grinds against your core, semi pressing into you and you moan into his mouth, fisting both hands into his strands of dark hair, tugging on them and making him growl. He breaks away, just to press open mouthed kisses on your neck, harshly sucking on it and bruising the skin.

“You danced with fucking Im Jaebum. Right. In. Front. Of. Me.”, he says in between kisses, finally pulling away from your neck just to dive back into kissing you senseless. “It’s not like you were any better.”, you gasp when you pull back, throwing him a dark look. He smirks. “Jealous?” You instantly buck your hips to press into his now hard on and grin triumphantly, when his smile instantly dies on his lips. He narrows his eyes at you. “Bedroom, now.” With that, he grabs your hand and pulls you with him along the corridor and towards his room, locking the door behind him and almost throwing you on top of the bed, chest heaving while he hungrily stares at you. You almost whimper, pressing your thighs together, need pooling between your legs.

He’s always had that power over you - one look and you’re gone, already a mess.

He crosses his arms over his chest, jaw ticking while he looks at you. “Okay. I’m gonna make this short. You still remember our safe word?”

You immediately nod, anticipation rising in you.

He smiles, pleased. “Good. Use it, if you need to.” With that, he walks to his dresser and pulls out some ropes, before turning around to you again.

“Strip.”

You let out a small whimper at his tone, but immediately follow his instructions. You lay back on his bed again, completely naked now. He carefully binds you to his bed, making sure the ropes aren’t too tight around your wrists. “You’re okay?”, he murmurs, when he notices your erratic breathing, but you simply nod. He grins. “Excited?”, he asks, raising one eyebrow in a cocky manner. You scowl at him, deciding not to answer him. His lips twitch at your defiance, but he lets it slide.

He’s still fully clothed, something you only just really notice. You whine and pull at your binds, but they hold firmly. “You’re still clothed.”, you finally say and he nods.

“You’ve always had an eye for details.”

You shoot him another dark look and he smiles, leaning towards you and pressing a gentle kiss against your lips. You immediately soften, relaxing against your shackles. “Do you know how many calls and messages I left you after our fight?”, he whispers against your lips and your eyes widen in surprise. “6 calls. And I lost count after the 13th message.”, he answers the question himself, one hand ghosting over your right nipple, pinching it slightly and making you moan. “I think it’s only fair that we use those numbers tonight.”

You gulp at that, pressing your legs together and shaking your head. “13 is too much, Dawon.”, you say almost inaudible and he grins. “But six isn’t.” And with that, he closes his lips over your nipple, sucking harshly. Your back bends upwards under his touch, a moan tearing from your lips. You grow slicker with every second, almost throbbing with need. He ignores your soft pleas and whines, taking his time.

When he’s finally satisfied, he gently blows onto your hardened, dark red nipples and grins almost wolfishly. Then, as if he has all the time in the world, he descends and settles between your legs. When he feels the wetness covering your thighs, he chuckles. “Oh baby, you really missed me, hm?”, he murmurs against your center, so close to where you want him the most. You don’t answer him, too lost in his touch. He slings both your legs over his broad shoulders to give him better access and licks one long stripe from your entrance to your clit. You gasp at the sensation, pulling on the ropes around your wrists. He looks up and locks eyes with yours, the corner of his lips curling into a small smirk. “They will hold, don’t even try.”, he says, voice dark, before he finally buries his face into your core and begins to suck on your clit, tongue flicking over your sensitive bud.

Moans and curses spill from your lips and you buck your hips, but he quickly moves one hand to hold them down. His other hand slips between your legs, one finger circling your entrance in a teasing manner, before he finally slides the first one inside. He groans against your core, lips glistening when he draws back. “God, you’re so tight, baby. I missed you so much.” Before you can reply anything, he’s continuing to lap through you, making you into a moaning mess. When he slips a second finger into you, everything becomes too much and you feel your high approaching, whole body tightening - but before you can snap, he pulls back, almost lazily continuing to pump his fingers into you.

You whine at the sudden loss of contact on your clit and he grins. “First down. Five more to go.”, he says darkly and you shake your head in a desperate manner. “What?! N-no, please. S-six is too much.”, you plead, not caring how pathetic you sound. He tilts his head, observing you for a few seconds. “You can always use the safe word, baby... If it gets too much.”, he reminds you and you bite your lip, closing your eyes for a few seconds. You’d never use the safe word for something as… trivial as orgasm denial. You’re too proud and stubborn for that - and he knows that. When you don’t answer, he chuckles. “Okay. Three denials, three orgasms, then.” And before you’re able to say anything, he dives back between your legs.

The second time he denies your orgasm is even more brutal and you whine and squirm underneath him, but he’s unyielding, licking through your folds without giving you what you really want. The third denial almost has you sobbing, a few tears actually rolling down your cheeks, but still, he doesn’t give in. He crawls over you, softly kissing you, making you taste yourself on his tongue. “You’re doing so well, baby. Almost there.”, he murmurs against your lips, finally descending again and reattaching his lips to your clit, entering you with three fingers this time. The stretch is almost too much and when he twists his finger to find your spot, you see stars, your orgasm ripping through you with an unknown force. You moan his name, whole body shaking with the aftershocks of your high. He gently kisses your clit, lapping up your release and finally seems to have had enough of you, settling on the bed beside you.

You’re breathing heavily, eyes half closed and hair a mess. He smiles at your blissed out state, gently brushing a few strands of hair out of your face. Then, he kisses you, long and deep. “Two more to go.”, he says when he draws back, almost making you whimper again. You’re still throbbing and feel exhaustion settling over you, but Dawon isn’t finished with you - no, he finally begins to rid himself of his clothes, pulling out a condom from his nightstand and rolling it over himself. He grins when he sees your admiring gaze, traveling from his broad shoulders over his chiseled chest and his abs towards his length. He slides between your legs, teasing you by slipping between your folds without entering you just yet.

“Stop teasing!”, you finally whine and he raises one eyebrow at your tone, swatting your thigh and making you clench around nothing. Then, with one powerful thrust, he fills you. You gasp at the sudden sensation and he groans when you clench around his length, sealing your mouth with his, tongues dancing with each other. When you begin to shift underneath him, he takes that as his signal to start moving inside you. He pulls almost all the way out before slamming his hips against yours again. You moan against him and he draws back, sitting back on his knees and sliding one of your legs over his shoulder while slinging the other one around his hips. He hits you hard and deep from that angle, instantly making you see stars. When his thumb lands on your clit to circle it again, you can’t suppress the moans spilling from your lips. Both your curses and moans as well as the slapping of skin against skin fill the bedroom, but you know the loud music from downstairs is masking all your noises.

It doesn’t take long for you to feel another high approaching, clenching around Dawon’s length and pulling on the bindings around your wrists, desperately wanting to finally touch him. He grins at your attempts and shakes his head. “Not yet, baby girl. You’ll have to come for me first.”, he says in between two hard thrusts and when he pinches your clit between his fingers, you tumble over the edge, his name leaving your lips as a hoarse yell.

When you slowly come down again, vision blurry and mind hazy, you feel rather than see him untying the ropes from around your wrists. Your arms fall down, blood finally flowing back into them. Dawon pulls out of you and flips you around, entering you from behind and pulling your back flush against his chest, one of his hand slipping between your legs while his other wraps around the base of your throat, using a bit of pressure - just enough to make you feel a bit breathless. His hips continue to snap against yours in an almost punishing rhythm  and your head falls back to rest on his shoulder.

He whispers into your ear, telling you how good you feel, how tight you are and how much he’s missed you and you almost sob when he coaxes the third orgasm from you, whole body trembling and only being held upright by his arms around you. He lets go of your throat to ease your erratic breathing, his thrusts getting more unsteady with every passing second until he finally spills into the condom, groaning and finally coming to a halt. He gently pulls out of you and stands up, discarding of the condom and turning around to look at you.

You’re completely fucked out, not able to move a single muscle. He grins and tilts his head, taking in the sight before gently covering you with his blanket. “I’ll be back in a second.”, he promises in a soft voice, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. Slipping on his boxer briefs, he leaves the room.

Exhaustion is washing over you, but you try and fight to stay awake, knowing you should definitely talk to him. A few minutes later, Dawon enters the room again, a bottle of water in one hand and a wet washcloth in the other. He gently cleans you and helps you drink a bit of the water, before he slips between the covers and pulls you to his chest, gently beginning to rub your back. You hum appreciatively, trying to think of a way to begin this conversation.

Before you can say anything though, Dawon beats you to it: “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I was so… childish. You didn’t deserve how I treated you. I should have agreed to be in a relationship with you a long time ago - not because that’s what you want, but because that’s what I want as well. I’ve been too scared to admit it out loud and thanks to that I… I almost lost you.” He inhales shakily, “I promise I will change that now - that is, if you still want me… If you’re willing to love me again… If you’re willing to take me back, I promise I will try to be the best boyfriend you could wish for.”

He looks nervous when you lean back to gaze up at him. He bites down on his lip, searching your face for an answer. Finally, you smile at him and his whole body relaxes. “Of course I still want you, silly. I… I love you.”, you answer softly and his eyes widens, before he breaks into a bright smile, leaning closer to kiss you deeply.

“I love you, too.”, he murmurs against your lips and you giggle, burying your head in his chest. He pulls you even closer, humming happily.

You fall asleep like this - wrapped in each other’s arms.

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[restlessmaknae]

the devil within

Who’s the real sinner here?

♦ Pairing: none

♦ Genre: psychological, horror, mystery

♦ Words: 3.6k

♦ Warnings: mentions of suicide, bullying, losing one’s mind, asylum

♦ Title inspired by: Digital Daggers - The Devil Within

♦ A/N: This is my part for the whispers in the dark Halloween collab. You can also check out the other stories in the collab.

I didn't do it, I didn't do it, I didn't do it...

The words were repeated like a mantra, reverberated from the dirty, slightly wet walls of the tiny room. Similar to the sounds of a broken cassette player, the same sentence felt more like a long-forgotten pray, a silent scream of a shattered soul. There was only one young man in the middle of the room, sitting on the cold, hard ground, rocking his own body back and forth. His lips were dry and chapped, his eyes were dark and hollow, and his nails were brittle probably due to biting his own nails. His clothes were too big and too worn out for someone his age, he should have been out in the sunlight laughing with his friends, not worrying about the darkness in the world. He was once like that, an ordinary, carefree soul, a jokester within his circle of friends and a wholeheartedly adventurous young boy.

Now the darkness was within him, and he hadn't seen daylight for nearly two years. He hadn't left his room for weeks, and he hadn't looked at anyone for days. He merely sat on the ground in the middle of the room, repeating the same words, let it be night or day, winter or summer. No matter how silent the room was, it was always loud in his head, the voice never stopped. He swear he could hear the mocking sound of the ghost of the boy he once knew, he swear he could still see him every now and then, pointing at him with an accusing finger, laughing at his suffering.

Lee Dawon knew that the ghost was real, he knew that he was still there. It was unbelievable because no one else could see him. The ghost came back only for him; to haunt him, to get his revenge on him.

No matter what, the only answer anyone could get when it came to Lee Dawon and his obsessive words was always the same.

I didn't do it, I didn't do it, I didn't do it…

 Everything started with that trip to the nearby small town.

Lee Dawon, Kim Inseong, Baek Juho, Kim Rowoon and Park Jimin became close friends ever since they worked on a group project during their first semester. They hadn't known each other before, yet they've been best friends ever since. It was no surprise that all of them (except Jimin) decided to sign up for the Bonfire Weekend. The only one missing was Park Jimin, yet he had other things to care about and he stayed in the city for the weekend. 

That so-called Bonfire Weekend was nothing more than three days spent in tiny tree houses, evenings around the bonfire and students away from their university duties. They didn't want anything else but to relax after their midterms, drinking and laughing away their possible failures.

The small town where the camp took place was so small that only two other establishments were close by; one was a grocery store where all bread was sold out after 9am, and the other one was an abandoned asylum. Rumour had it that the ghosts of all the people who had stayed there were already haunting the careless passerby even though the building closed its gates only three years prior. Juho even joked that they should take a trip to see for themselves if the core of the rumour was true, but he was immediately shushed by his friends.

They arrived at the camp on Friday the 13th in the afternoon, thus they had plenty of time to kill until the late-night activities ‒ such as the collective Avengers movie night, the karaoke and the board game hour ‒ would begin.

While waiting for the activities, the group of friends decided to play an innocent Truth or Dare, most questions answered rather than the dares completed.

"Come on! Someone do a dare! It's so boring if everyone chooses to answer questions," Inseong whined childishly, pouting at his mates. It's not like he had been brave enough to act rather than speak. He was no different.

"Then, you do it yourself," Juho suggested as a wide grin spread across his face. He gently pushed Inseong's shoulder who merely stuck his tongue out at him. They were undeniably childish even if they were on the verge on finishing their BAs.

"I'll do it the!" Dawon announced with a clap of his hands, smiling from ear to ear. "You cowards," he added jokingly, his trademark smile not faltering.

"Oh Lee Dawon!" Rowoon hollered and patted the said boy's head. "I knew you would do it!"

"Come on! Give me an interesting dare!" Dawon eyed everyone and tilted his head from one side to another as if he had been warming up for a fight. He never took anything seriously, and he was the real jokester in their group. He always tried to cover up his slight cowardice with wittiness.

It was Rowoon's turn to give him the choices, thus he was the only one who was deeply in thought. Everyone else was watching him with piercing eyes.

"If you are that brave, you aren't afraid of the abandoned asylum nearby, right?" The handsome boy elevated his eyebrow, orbs searching for the fear in Dawon's eyes.

The atmosphere that followed his question was definitely different from the one before, the air was suddenly filled with uneasy tension instead of cosy friendliness. Dawon's lips quivered, indicating that he didn't see such a turn coming.

However, a second later, he merely laughed it off and shook his head.

"Of course not!" he declared loudly, his newfound confidence suspicious to anyone but him. "I'll even take a picture as an evidence!" He added overly bravely, his suggestion drawing attention from a few other people nearby.

"Really?" Inseong inquired rather carefully, examining the boy's withering smile.

Dawon nodded like he feared nothing.

"Really."

"Okay."

"Okay," Dawon glanced back at Inseong who seemed the most worried about the jokester. He exchanged a look with Juho who merely shrugged his shoulders. If Dawon wanted to prove his point, they had no right to question his intentions.

Let's be honest, everyone knew Lee Dawon was the biggest scaredy-cat in the world, thus they doubted if he would even step a foot in the abandoned asylum, let alone take a picture in the actual building.

However, when the said guy rose from his seat and clapped his hands, announcing that he would be back as soon as possible, their uneasiness started to dissolve. What's the worst that could happen? Dawon would scream at the top of his lungs before he would even get inside, so that everyone in the camp would hear him? That was the worst yet most likely scenario anyway. It's not like they would punish him severely if he didn't complete his mission.

"Send us the picture when you get there!" Rowoon insisted and his friend gave him a thumbs-up in return.

"I will," he promised and left the camp site, left his friends and his sanity.

 When Dawon arrived at the abandoned asylum, he immediately had a wrong feeling about the place. It radiated a certain eerie atmosphere, something that he particularly despised. The painting was coming off the walls in huge batches, the windows were inhabited by spider webs and the whole building lost its once shiny orange shade and turned into a colour similar to dirty grey. It was scary how devastating something could look if no one cared about its maintenance.

"It's not like ghosts exist anyway," Dawon mumbled to himself, his voice trembling a bit at the end of the sentence. 

Even if he wanted to convince himself, he didn't do a good job. He was scared. He was scared to death.

"It's okay, it's just an abandoned asylum," he tried to reassure himself while he stood still like a stone, right in front of the main entrance of the building. 

The thought that maybe he wouldn't even be able to let himself in crossed his mind too many times on his way to the asylum. He wished it would be locked or a sign would indicate that it was dangerous territory, yet no one seemed to care about the building. Not anymore.

"Okay, let's do this!" He decided, clearing his throat. His words resonated against the walls, being mingled in with the tales of the starless night.

He took a step closer to the door. Then another. And another. His hands were trembling by his side the whole time even though his legs kept on moving. Words died on the tip of his tongue when he reached for the doorknob that was covered by spiderwebs and moist, the realization that the door opened at the first try made his jaw drop. He was a scaredy-cat, but he was also a terrible liar; when he started telling a fib, his friends immediately knew that he wasn't being honest, so there's no way he could leave without an evidence. He had to send his friends a picture.

He took a shaky breath and opened the door. It was screeching as expected of a door that hadn't been opened for years. Yet, being accompanied by the starless sky and the dead silence around the asylum made it even scarier. Not to mention the fact that the screen of his phone was the only source of light for miles.

"I'll just go in, take a picture and leave right away," Dawon declared, trying to fill the silence with his own words and the sound of his own voice. He wasn't surprised that no one was lurking at such a place at an hour like this, but the surroundings didn't help the state of his crazily beating heart.

However, when Dawon let himself in, he froze for a moment. With the dim light of his phone, he could see only the outlines of the furniture inside; the reception desk, the notice board, the chairs, the posters... Everything was covered in dust and dirt, revealing the true nature of the asylum. Uneasiness settled in his stomach, a mysterious and dark feeling taking hold of him. An unpleasant chill ran down his spine.

Then, as he was struck by lightning, he shook his head and came back to his senses. He wanted to be over the whole thing as soon as possible, so he turned around, held up his phone and took a picture of himself right next to the first set of chairs. He made sure to include some spooky details of the place that would prove that he completed his mission.

As soon as he was finished with the picture, he started walking back to the door while he checked the outcome of his photo. He stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed it. 

A shadow. 

A shadow beside the reception desk, a shadow that wasn't his own.

Even though everything in him told him not to turn around, he didn't listen to his inner voice. He snapped his head back, shone the light of his phone on the reception desk and that's when he saw it; the owner of the shadow. It was a young boy; an awfully familiar boy. A boy who shouldn't have been there that particular day. A boy who shouldn't even have been there at all.

Because that boy was supposed to be dead.

"This can't be..." Dawon whispered in awe, his legs stern as steel.

"You're wrong, Dawon," the boy said in a terribly low voice, his devilish smirk not promising anything good. "I can be here today. Thanks to you," he bowed theatrically, earning a forced laughter from the older guy.

"It seems that I've had too much soju. I'm starting hallucinating things," he chuckled in a much higher tone than it was expected of him, than it was ever heard by him. He was uncharacteristically nervous, yet it was no surprise under the circumstances.

"I don't think so," the boy shook his head. "You can see me, that's only natural. Only those can see me whom I want." He took a step closer to the frightened Dawon who still very much doubted that the boy in front of him was real.

He couldn't be; Dawon saw the pictures of his dead body, he saw the picture of him being hanged with a rope. He read all the articles, he was informed by everything revolving the boy's case. Kang Chani was dead, and everyone knew that. 

"Today, I'm just here to talk. Or should I say that we are just playing a childish game? An innocent, little, childish game?" Chani's lips were raised into a wide grin, one that made Dawon sick to the core. The younger boy had never smiled like that; in fact, he hadn't even smiled at all. That's why he was an easy target to anyone.

The familiar words and Chani's eerie grin were finally enough to prompt him to move; he quickly turned on his heel and started running towards the door.

However, it was chastely closed by an unseen force the moment he turned around. On top of that, Chani also appeared right in front of the door, forcing Dawon to face him again.

"There's no need to leave so fast. I'm not gonna hurt you." Chani casually leaned back, putting his hands into his pants' pockets. He looked deathly pale, his face hollow and his cheekbones prominently outstanding. He wore a white, long-sleeved shirt and white pants. No socks, no shoes. Only a number printed on his shirt. 160405.

"Does that ring a bell?" Chani elevated an eyebrow in question, eyes fixed on Dawon's dumbfounded expression. The latter was so startled by the whole situation that he found it hard to say anything coherent. He was already running around the outer edges of his sanity.

"You should be dead," he changed the topic but Chani seemed completely unfazed by his behaviour. He knew the cards were in his hands.

"I am." He nodded, his confession sending another shiver down Dawon's spine. "But I knew that this day would come. You and me in the place I died with a little bit of a twist; the roles have changed. I'm going to be the one to play with you and not vice versa."

The boldness in his voice was more than scary. The Kang Chani he knew was nothing like this intimidating boy. That Kang Chani was quiet, reserved and easy to mess with. He was always alone, sitting at a different table in the canteen, sitting by himself in the library, and only speaking up when a teacher asked him. He was awfully quiet for someone his age, and a lot of people took advantage of that. Including Dawon and his friends.

"You died here?" Dawon raised his eyebrows in question, the realization hitting him hard. Of course, it was stated that Chani committed suicide in an asylum, yet he had never searched for the exact place. Though it was sensible to send him to somewhere nearby.

"I didn't do anything. That was just a little prank," he tried to defend himself, earning a way too loud laughter from Chani. He never laughed like that. He never laughed. Why did he change so much?

"Oh really?" The younger one pushed himself off the wall, taking one step closer to him each time he told another sin of Lee Dawon's. "By turning me into the enemy, by getting me expelled, by spreading rumours around my family and by sending me to this place was all part of your little prank?" He demanded almost frantically while his voice stayed steady yet alarming. He had never used such a tone, especially not when he was talking to someone older. It freaked Dawon out for real.

"What an excellent job, Dawon," Chani snorted, irony dripping off his words. Dawon’s eyes widened in fear as he caught the predator-like glance of the younger boy.

Small wonder his voice wavered when he spoke up next.

"I didn't send you here."

"Oh no, you didn't. You're right,” Chani corrected himself, eyes not leaving Dawon’s for a second. The way he carried himself was truly otherworldly; the amount of sneaky evilness and smooth insanity he had in himself showing more and more. The more he spoke, the more frightened Dawon was. It wasn’t the innocent little kid who couldn’t protect himself from others. It wasn’t the pure-hearted boy who wouldn’t protest when he was accused of something he didn’t do. It wasn’t the one who let Dawon and his friends make fun of him and being ridiculed by the whole school.

He was someone complete different now; he was almost like the devil Dawon had never wanted to see.

“You just turned me into a monster. A monster with a sick mind and a heart full of hatred. You made every people doubt me, my family, the teachers and the whole class. You made me lose the only chance I could get to attend school. You made me lose every possibility of having a peaceful, happy life. You turned me against myself, you got me here, you made me lose my sanity and…” He stopped, letting out a long breath. Then, he looked up at Dawon again, his eyes burning of madness.  “You made me kill myself."

Dawon had enough; he was fed up by what he had heard; by what he was accused of and by what tricks his mind must have played on him. It was true that he bullied the said guy because he was younger than him, he was more vulnerable, and he was the easiest target out of them all. It was true that he used to say the same words, making Chani trust him, just to get stabbed in the back in the end. It was true that Dawon was convinced it was merely him teasing Chani and nothing serious. Not until the day he first lied to get his little brother – Hwiyoung – out of trouble, did he actually play this game seriously. Youngkyun broke into the teachers’ office to get the results for their end-of-the-year exam, yet Chani was caught instead of him because Dawon started spreading the rumours and everyone believed him. Chani was also at the school during the time the incident happened (because he was probably studying until late in the evening), so he could easily be cornered.

Though it wasn’t Dawon’s fault that he didn’t stand up for himself. It was Chani’s fault alone. It wasn’t his fault that Chani lost his mind and was admitted to an asylum for mental problems after he was expelled from his school, being through multiple trials just to catch the wrong suspect. It wasn’t his fault that Chani couldn’t take it and decided to end his own life. He may have started the domino effect, but he wasn’t the one to push it all to the ground.

"I didn't do it, I didn't do it, I didn't do it,” he defended himself as quickly as possible, infuriating Chani even more. Though his features didn’t give him off, the fire in his pitch-black orbs was searing and threatening to burn himself to ashes with only a few fatal flames.

"Tell that to yourself until the day you die and see if it works."

"I didn't do anything," Dawon repeated again, trying to convince not only the ghost of the boy he used to bully but himself too.

"I hope you'll say the same thing about me after this conversation," he said solemnly, his pale features looking more than ghostly in the dim light.

And then he was gone. Completely. No trace and no remains of Kang Chani's abrupt visit could ever be found.

Dawon dragged himself back to the camp like he was possessed by something, and the only thing he could say when he met his friends was the one he repeated for years after that.

"I didn't do it, I didn't do it, I didn't do it."

 I didn't do it, I didn't do it, I didn't do it...

Lee Dawon was sitting on the cold, hard ground, rocking back and forth in his dirty room, repeating the same words again and again.

Inseong, Rowoon and Juho exchanged a glance when they looked at the boy in the same position, in the same miserable condition and in the same wicked mindset he had ever since that cursed night two years ago.

"It doesn't get better, does it?" Inseong whispered in a raspy voice, his eyes showcasing all those sleepless nights, muffled sobs and stinging tears that their friend's downfall had triggered in all of them.

"Let's hope for a bit more," Rowoon forced a somewhat hopeful expression onto his usually pale features. Even though no one would believe that the situation gets any better, they didn't have the heart to protest. "At least the doctors say he eats his meals well," he mumbled absent-mindedly, his eyes setting on Dawon who looked like he was possessed by something. Maybe he was, Rowoon started thinking, seeing how serious his friend's case was.

As they were standing by their friend's side, he kept on repeating the lie of his life, the sin of his heart and the cause of his downfall. Just like he always did, just like he would always do as if he was waiting for someone to finally believe him.

Yet, the only one who would be able to set him free was buried deep down into the ground in a muddy graveyard and would never come back to save him from his own mind.

And so it went on.

I didn't do it, I didn't do it, I didn't do it…

[lunnanunna]

Don’t Go

SF9 EXTRA MEMBER AU

Summary: Miyoung was missing the two oldest who enlisted and the rest of her members are there for her.

Warnings: light swearing

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Miyoung sat on her bed reading. She had recently picked up No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai and was loving it. She was definitely going to reread it.

She reached for her coffee that she had on her bedside table as she reread the last bit of the current chapter she was on. She really liked the style of this author. Though she had really been liking a lot of different styles lately, seeing as she had been filling her time with reading lately. If she wasn’t filming for her channel, she was reading.

All this reading may or may not be her way of coping. (Coping with Youngbin and Inseong being gone due to enlistment.) Miyoung had no idea how she was going to deal with all of her members, if only two had enlisted and she was struggling.

Basically, in Miyoung’s mind, if she spends less time with her members now, it’ll hurt less when they leave. Was it working? Of course not. She was miserable. And she was pretty sure that her members were starting to worry, which was never a good thing.

Miyoung startled when the door to her room opened. Looking up, she saw Seokwoo and Sanghyuk walk in. She was not ready for whatever shenanigans they were about to bring, but judging by their faces, Miyoung knew that there was no way for her to avoid it.

“What do you want?” she asked, closing her book. She folded her arms over her chest, raising a brow at the two. They in turn, side-eyed each other then smirked as they walked over to her.

“We miss you,” Seokwoo said, pouting.

“We saw each other this morning,” Miyoung shook her head.

“Yeah, in passing. After you got your coffee, you came back in here and haven’t left ever since,” Sanghyuk whined, walking over to her and sitting on her bed.

Miyoung shrugged, picking at a loose thread of her sweat shorts.

“Mimi, we’re not scolding you. It’s just that this has been happening a lot. Other than practice, we’ve barely seen you,” Seokwoo said, sitting on the floor next to where she was on the bed.

She shrugged again.

“Is there a reason why you’re avoiding us?” the taller of the two asked.

“I’m not avoiding you,” Miyoung was quick to respond.

“Really, now?” Sanghuyk asked, raising his own brow at the girl.

“I’m not! I’ve just been busy,” Miyoung shrugged, though she wasn’t sure if that was going to hold up in court.

“Reading doesn’t count, Mimi. Plus you’re a fast reader. So when you’re done with a book you should have plenty of time to hang out with us,” Jaeyoon said from the doorway.

Miyoung glared at him as he walked through, the rest of the boys trailing behind him. This was starting to feel like an intervention of sorts.

“What is this?” she asked, waving vaguely at everyone as they sat at her desk, her bed, or on the floor.

“It’s exactly what you think it is,” Taeyang said, climbing over her to sit between her and the wall.

“An intervention,” Chanhee nodded.

“We don’t know what’s going on exactly, but last time you pulled away from us, you were being assaulted,” Juho said.

Miyoung stilled. They were right. She scoffed at herself, breaking her promise of always coming to them no matter what.

“You think this is funny?” Youngkyun asked, frowning.

“Listen, we can’t read you the way Youngbin-hyung can. We don’t know what’s wrong, but we can at least see that something’s wrong,” Juho said, folding his arms over his chest.

“I’m laughing, but not because it’s funny. It’s because I thought I had changed, but I didn’t. I’m still hiding things and possibly leading to trouble,” Miyoung said, running her hands through her hair.

The boys looked at each other then back at Miyoung, as Taeyang spoke up. “Then tell us.”

Miyoung covered her face with her hands. She could feel her face heating up. The fact that she was pulling away from them because she didn’t want to have to deal with the emotions that will come with them enlisting, was embarrassing.

“Are you in trouble?” Juho asked.

The visual looked up, shaking her head, “I’m not. I promise you.”

“Then what?” Sanghyuk asked.

“It’s embarrassing,” she answered, shrugging. Miyoung chewed on her lip, looking at her hands.

At that, the boys all looked at each other. Deeming it better that she feel embarrassed over unsafe, they agreed to wait for her.

“Then you don’t have to tell us now,” Seokwoo said.

“As long as you’re not in any danger,” Chanhee added.

Miyoung looked up at them. She could tell that they meant it, but now she was feeling guilty. There’s no reason she couldn't tell them. It’s not like they’d make fun of her.

She took in a deep breath then spoke up, “I don’t want you guys to go.” It came out mumbled.

“What do you mean?” Taeyang asked.

Miyoung shrugged, “Enlistment.”

“Oh, Mimi,” Sanghyuk said, grabbing her and pulling her onto his lap. She curled up, hiding her rapidly flushing face in his chest.

“Wait, Young-ah. Do you miss Youngbin and Inseong?” Jaeyoon asked.

Miyoung nodded her head.

“And now you’re already thinking  about how you’ll miss us too when we go?” Youngkyun asked.

She nodded again.

“I know that this is a serious thing for you, but God damn, this is fucking adorable,” Juho smiled.

Miyoung groaned. “Don’t make fun.”

“We’re not,” Taeyang said from behind her and Sanghyuk. He ran his hand through her hair.

“Noona, we’re not all leaving at once. You’ll never be alone,” the maknae assured.

“I know, but that doesn't mean I won’t miss each of you when you leave,” she pouted.

“Is that why you’ve been distant? You were embarrassed to tell us?” Jaeyoon asked.

“Sort of. But it was mostly because I figured if I spent less time with you guys, I’d grow less attached and it’s hurt less,” she confessed.

“Okay, my turn to hold our cute Mimi,” Seokwoo said as he pulled Miyoung from Sanghyuk’s lap and onto his. Sanghyuk squawked as she was pulled away. Miyoung on the other hand, flushed again as she was being handled like a ragdoll. (It was always like that when it came to cuddling with these boys.)

Once in the tallest member’s lap, she was turned to face the rest of her members, much to her embarrassment. Seokwoo wrapped his arms around her middle and nuzzled her neck. Miyoung squirmed.

“I’m going to tell you right now, Miyoung, that your plan was going to backfire on you so badly,” Juho said.

“I figured,” she mumbled.

“Listen, Noona. All you need to know is that you’ll never be alone, and we won’t be gone forever. Two years will fly by before you know it. Plus half of us aren’t due to enlist for years,” Youngkyun said.

Miyoung nodded. She knew all that. Still, that didn't stop her from not wanting them to go. “I know.”

“Then let’s focus on the now. Yeah the hyungs aren’t here now, but we’ll keep in contact and they’ll visit too,” Taeyang said.

“Youngbin-hyung will definitely come back if he hears that Miyoung was crying over him,” Seokwoo spoke into her neck, chuckling.

“Yah! I’m not crying over him,” Miyoung protested.

“At the moment, but if you’re missing them that bad, I can only imagine how many times you’ve had to stop yourself from crying,” Chanhee smirked.

Miyoung pouted, “Maybe it would be better if you all left.”

“You don’t mean that,” Taeyang said with a knowing look.

“No. No, I don’t,” Miyoung shook her head, frowning. The others chuckled.

“Okay. Okay. That's enough pouting. How about we order takeout and watch a movie then we can prove to Mimi that she’ll never be alone?” Jaeyoon suggested.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Seokwoo said, standing up. He threw Miyoung over his shoulder and followed the others to the living room.

“Mimi, we love you,” Taeyang smiled, looking at Miyoung who was hiding her blush behind her hands.

“I love you guys too,” she mumbled out. She smiled despite herself.

Miyoung’s Masterlist

[tobesensation-9]

hello 💗 let’s push through exams together! whenever you’re free, I have a request!

how about sf9 waking you up in the middle of the night just because they’re needy?

Oooooo yess! I haven’t written smut related works in a while so I’m glad this was sent 🥰.

*Edit* Here is the work finally. I hope you enjoy.

SF9: Needy at Night

The boys wake you up in the middle of the night due to waking up from a wet dream of you.

Genre: Fluff, Mentions of Smut (Alludes to sexual themes but no explicit acts of sex.)

Young Bin

Youngbin lays in bed, eyes wide, looking up at the ceiling. Heat rushes from his abdomen rapidly up to his face. When he felt the burning on his cheeks, he threw his hands up to cover it. Whenever he'd have wet dreams of you while lying right beside you, he always felt embarrassed and ashamed.

He felt guilty, indecent, disgusting even. The feeling wasn't bad when you weren't around. He ravaged being in it in your absence. But that changed when you would lay asleep beside him. He looks over to you when he hears you stirring in your sleep.

He slowly reached his hand out to your shoulder, but you turned around before he could touch you.

"Can't sleep?" You smile at him with your sheepish eyes. You outstretched your hand to caress his arm. He looked bewildered.

"Baby.." is all he says before you felt his lips on yours, his passion igniting a passion within you.

Kim In Seong

"Wow," he whispered to himself in disbelief. He looks down at his member protruding through his pants like a sore thumb. "Why...?"

"Honey, what are you talking about? Are you just talking to yourself?"

"What's wrong?"

"I-I'm just really cold. I thought you were deep in sleep. You just surprised me."

"Oh, um okay then," you turn around and try to lay back down but you forgot that he kidnapped all the covers. "Can I get some cover?"

"Ahh, I'll just lay with you." He lays down cuddled and pressed against your back.

"Ah...I see what the problem was," you giggle to yourself. You raise your arm to pat his head, to comfort him.

"Just pretend you don't feel it."

"I can't. I feel like I have to do something about it now."

“I mean…if you want to…I wouldn’t hate that…”

You lightly smack his head as you giggle and turn around.

Lee Jae Yoon

“Baby.”

You turn over to the man lying next to you. You turn to look for his face, looking right back at you intently. At the eye contact, he'd look at you, look down at himself, and back at you. As if insinuating that you knew what he wanted.

His mouth is slightly agape as he anticipates your reaction.

You look at him in shock and smack his arm before turning back over and grabbing the covers to lay back down.

“Babbbyyyy c’mon help me ouuuttt.”

“Nooo!”

All of his confidence flies out the window as he cuddles you and tries to get you to change your mind.

"Go to sleep nasty."

Lee Dawon (Sang Hyuk)

You are half asleep when you feel a tugging at your t-shirt sleeve.

One tug. A beat. Another tug. Another moment. Then two quick tugs. You giggle to yourself.

“What?”

“Oh. I was gonna stop after that if you hadn't woken up fully.”

“What. What do you want? I’m tired,” you laugh out in annoyance.

“Ahh, I..” he starts to do that cute smile he does and look towards his crotch area with a forced smile.

“Hyuk….,” you try not to laugh, because you don’t want him to feel bad.

He'd continue to laugh nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

"I guess we can stay up a little late tonight and have some fun."

Baek Zuho (Ju Ho)

The two of you like to sleep snuggled up against each other. One night you were dozing while you watched a movie together. You had shifted your position and for some reason, this one small move, and you staying right there made him weak. He had already dozed off. So when you moved, that is what woke him up. He peaked over you, seeing that your eyes were closed. By the slowing of your breathing, he knew that you were asleep.

"Ah..." is all he could muster. He wanted to shift away from you, but he also didn't want to wake you.

"Jagi...why would you do this to me?" he'd sigh in defeat at his body always under your spell even when you weren't awake.

Kim Rowoon (Seok Woo)

Half asleep you’d feel his body pressing against you suddenly. Immediately followed by his body in yours, you’d also feel a sudden warmth engulf you under the sheets and your stomach would do somersaults.

“Seokwoo…”

“Hmmm?”

You thought he was awake but by his response, it didn’t seem like it.

“Are you sleeping?” You try to turn around and face him, but he squeezes you tighter to prevent you from moving.

“Don’t move,” he’d say as you felt him hold you tighter. Then sudden warmth you felt earlier would be none other than him getting excited for you in his sleep.

The more you felt it, the more his breathing started to become more vocal, breathy moans filling your ears.

Yoo Tae Yang

He was wondering by some miracle, did you know what he was thinking about? Did you know how he was feeling? He fought himself on the thought of turning you around and waking you up to do the lewd things he imagined in his dreams.

But you looked so peaceful. So at ease. He'd feel like he was being inconsiderate if he woke you up. Instead, he just thought if he cuddled up against you more, it would be more of a win-win. He could still feel you at least but wouldn't wake you up. But not long after he'd notice you waking up but rubbing up against him in return.

He'd turn you around to see you stirring but your eyes would open slowly following.

Now he’d be happy that you did wake up and caught him looking the way he was. He meets your face with his, reaching a hand to caress your face before your lips touch.

Kim Hwiyoung (Young Kyun)

"Babe."

You hear his deep voice tickle your ear and neck. He caresses your arm, and softly kisses your neck and cheek as he coaxes you awake.

"Mmmm."

"Wake up.”

“Hmm?”

He gently turns you over to face him. You furrow your face in confusion.

“What?”

You didn’t mean for the question to come out the way it did, laced with annoyance. But you weren’t expecting to wake out of your great sleep.

His face turns cold, eyes wide. “Sorry I was just…I suddenly got in the mood.”

He lowers his head and starts to run his hair through his hair out of embarrassment.

“Ohhh. Ah." Both of you sit there in embarrassment. But you give him a kiss on the cheek to comfort him. "So is that a yes?"

You smile a little before he holds you in his arms and lays you back down on the bed.

Kang Chani (Chan Hee)

Despite what you may have thought about him, he wouldn’t be too embarrassed beyond compare. He was good at acting confident but deep down he’d be dying, cringing inside.

So when he woke up in the middle of the night from a wet dream, he wouldn’t know what to do.

He’d shift the way he sat on the bed to try to make it go away. He’d also try to think of work or something far-fetched to make it go away.

You’d wake up to footsteps as you turn around and see Chanhee pacing in the bedroom.

“Chanhee-ah.”

He’d freeze in his tracks, eyes protruding out his head.

“I’m fine just thinking about something. You don’t have to worry about it,” he forced a chuckle.

“Are you sure?” You look in the position of his crotch and he dies on the spot.

“I-“

“Don’t worry about it. Come here.”

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SF9's reaction: cockwarming

Genre: fluff-fluff-fluff; smut-smut-smut

Characters: SF9!

A/N: None of the images in the collage are mine, refer to here for more; For more SF9, read here, for iKON, read here and for optional bias writings, read here!

Youngbin:

Plays in pairs

When you first present the idea to him, given that the circumstances are of a light atmosphere, you'll fluster him, impeccably. His cheeks will turn pink and he'll maybe giggle a little and cover his mouth out of shyness but he won't be averted to the idea. He loves it but you just caught him off guard ahaha. When it's under a serious circumstance, like you are describing what you would like to try out, he would seriously contemplate your idea. He won't seal the deal if he doesn't like it the first time around. He'll try for a second to give it a chance. During your first time trying this out, it'll be spontaneous. Like you are watching a movie or a documentary and you or him decide that you want to give it a try. He'll firmly hold your waist as you settle onto him. If you are horny, you wait for a few minutes before you think, 'Enough of this' and rock him out of this world. What could he say? If you aren't, it'll be peaceful. But there's a dilemma. If you are sitting on the sofa, you can't see the screen. But you want to watch (sad). He'll say, ''It's okay'' and switch off the tv and it will resume in the bedroom. Just a beautiful atmosphere where you have deep conversations. He'll listen to your insight and internally marvel at how your perspective and compliment them with some of his own. It's like turn-taking, an essential part of a relationship where you go back and forth, speaking about one topic to the end of it where you have nothing to say anymore and then you'll move onto the next. It'll go on for ages, till the two of you are hungry. When the two of you go the kitchen to make something, he'll do what he couldn't do when the two of you were cock warming. The same thing may happen when the two of you are about to fall asleep, the lack of lights appeal to his other side, love-making.

Inseong:

This one is a funny bunny

It's a routine for you to cock warm after sex just like when he's on the laptop, surfing the net at the dinner table and you are sat on his cock, back to his chest, keeping him warm. After sex, it's a gateway to another round, on the bed or in the shower or to sleep in that position but not cock warm. He would love cock warming in the morning if it's cold then, probably in your balcony or in the kitchen, hugging you from behind and trailing his hands to your tummy and chest every now and then. He would love when you capture when you capture his lips in a sweet embrace, beginning a long make-out session when he's in you. If he's horny, you can bet that he's going to tell you about it. ''Babe'', he places a delicate kiss on your neck, ''tell me'' you moan out. His hands have already found your tummy and trailed downward, rubbing your clit but not to just merely stimulate you, to see if you are wet as he imagines you to be. He loves you. He's going to make love to you, to see those expressions on your face and feel you around him, holding you in his arms till the two of you have exhausted yourselves out which could one round or more than one. I can imagine you and him in the kitchen, he's got you pressed against the counter and that's how the cock warming while horny scene may play out. Another one is when abroad, maybe in a hotel or airbnb, he'll have you in his arms but that's not how it starts. He'll be playful about it, surprising you with a hug from behind, kissing the spot near to your ear, whispering some *interesting* innuendo into your ear, it makes you laugh anyway. A couple of seconds later, he's turning you around, kissing your tummy and inner thighs all the way till he's on his knees, he'll make sure to nuzzle his nose against your panties and lick a stripe at the material, slowly pulling them down. Arousal buzzes through you because he's telling you, ''fuck, baby you taste so good, stay still for me'' or something like that, it's a little muffled because he is preoccupied in drawing you to pleasure and pleasure and then release. He'll eat you out multiple times or till your knees buckle, depending on whether you had sex previously and then just maybe, in a moment driven by passion, he'll carry you to the sofa and that's where you'll cock warm, giggling to one another of what just happened, what you want to do afterwards. Wrap your legs around his waist, press him against the sofa and lift your hips again, he'll start the process again, all while laughing. It's just light-hearted.

Jaeyoon:

Absolute sweetheart/ dream husband

In this scenario, let's say that he is your husband. When you suggest cock warming, he's a little uncertain (by his little frown) but also inquisitive (by his questions), *Frowning* ''What is it about?'' would be the situation, he would look very cute when he asks. Presumably the two of you would be cuddling and you happened to stumble onto this conversation, he would not be shy, just like, 'You have an idea, let's hear it then!', also like an explorer, he's willing to try new things even if it means pushing his boundaries a little bit. But, this does not fall into that category of pushing boundaries. Maybe pushing his patience if he's horny. The latter scenario is guaranteed to occur at multiple points of time. You'll be lying on your side with his cock in your ass, it's a little jerk that alerts you or his hands that begin to wander everywhere like kissing your neck, then your lips and his hands have already begin to stimulate your clitoris. You moan into the kiss and then he knows and he smiles into the kiss while rocking his hips against yours. Everything is forgotten in the background. Unless it's life-threatening. Like food can burn or you could watch three episodes on netflix that you aren't truly watching, he's not stopping till the both of you are tired to the bone and have released multiple times. Quite the sweetheart though, he'll get up and shake himself if he's about to fall asleep the next minute and he'll grab a cloth for you like you protest but he says as he's already getting up, ''no, stay there, I've got it!''. You smile and slump and he cleans you, tosses it away and then climbs on top of you, pulling you into his arms. If he can, he'll try the idea of cock warming and spoon you throughout the night but if he can not, he'll definitely do it the next day. He's committed to the plans he makes or what's going on at that moment. Let's say you have an argument, you are trying to smooth things out, ruffle out misunderstandings and you won't talk it out with sex but communicate to him about it. The night will end in cock warming, to bring you closer and then it's all jokes from there, especially about the argument, it's either you teasing him or the other way around and that's how you fall asleep: content.

Dawon I Lee Sanghyuk:

He has his days.

On a day when he's tired, to the bone maybe, he's come back from work and you want to cuddle, using the idea of cock warming to propose the intimacy you want to feel during the night that you couldn't during the day, I'm sure that he'll do it for you. If he does not fall asleep immediately, he'll caress your backside, admiring the way the flesh conforms to his grasp. He loves all of you. He will pepper kisses along your neck, down your collarbone and to your breasts, sucking your erect buds but he won't touch your centre. He likes to go slow, never stopping these moments with you or he'll take you in the morning. At times like these, he loves when you touch him, just your touch on his skin, turning heated. When you are making out, it would be your tug on his hair, like urgency for more or roaming your hands all over him or tracing his hair from his navel to the band of his underwear would be his favourite save for the best of all, when you direct how everything goes. If he does fall asleep immediately, it'll be after he kisses you. During this time, regardless of whether you were cock warming or not, he would love for you to tangle your fingers in his hair, it lulls him to sleep and even to sleep in your chest, being the small spoon, he would absolutely love it. He has trouble sleeping alone but when he's with you, it's not the case. When he stretches you out after days of not having sex, he tries to hold himself back from releasing, the wait and foreplay was enough to spiral his mind, gasping in your ear. But if you are too tired, he'll take it into consideration, seriously and hold back from lifting his hips off yours and filling you up. When he cock warms just to end the day comfortably, it will turn it into sex if the two of you contain some semblance of energy and are away from that playful and teasing mood, with hours on end before you sleep. It will be just the feeling of his cock filling you up, holding you to the bed with your legs wrapped around his waist, whispering how much he loves and that you are doing well, growling and stilling, your release triggering his, holding you when you are tired or in between rounds decorates the night. He holds your hand when you have sex, always, if your hands aren't roaming his body, feeling it. Otherwise, he'll hold you, preferably with all of your clothes off, no material between the two of you, you two speak about your day, the present and the future. It could even be a tickle session that ensues. The atmosphere will be lively, especially with his jokes and teasing and all the loves he has to offer.

Rowoon I Kim Seokwoo:

Prince of visuals, no?

Since he has such visuals, let's imagine that he takes you on a yacht (ya-ch-ht; hard time spelling that folks 🥵 + why do people go on a yacht? I'm struggling to think of a reason?). Seokwoo's marvelling over your amazement at the beauty of the ocean, the clear blue waters and occasional shade of the fish passing by. He even jokes that he hopes ''no shark gets the two of you'' and then laughs at your expression. Please, he's trying, don't throw him overboard :/. You enjoy the heat some more before he's by your side again, the yacht is paused, it gives you ideas. As soon as he's sat by your side, you take to straddle him, therefore effectively cutting him off. The surprise is evident on his face but his hands are resting on your backside, getting comfortable there. He groans out when your lips touch his neck, nipping the flesh to give him love bites which earns those husky groans of his. They send vibrations down your spine, tingling your core with wetness. With such a beautiful scenery surrounding the two of you, it's easy to fix your eyes on two places and think about how beautiful either are. He intimately hugs you, sucking an area on your breast, removing it from your top and placing the perk bud into his mouth, the act itself is hot and you grind down on him, not holding back your moans because of the silence of the ocean, save for the splashing of waves. You ride him, letting out sweet fucking moans, whimpering in his ears for him that it's so good, you can't get enough. When you are all sweaty, you cock warm in the shade, making out. It's a very soft moment, like sealing the deal? He wants to make you happy and he'll do stuff for you to achieve it. Cock warming is bonding for the two of you, to spoon and gossip about the other rich couples that you saw or speak about your day or just lay there, in each other's arms, enjoying the moment. When it's cooler, he would be okay to cock warming in a public space such as underneath a tree on a beach. You may be a bit far from the sea but you can smell it which makes you happy. It's a very calming day when you are tucked in his arm, leaning on his chest with his cock buried deep inside of you, feeling a little chilly but you are covered by a blanket. All in all, it's private for the two of you.

Zuho I Baek Juho

Cat man 🦸‍♂️

He would love to cock warm indoors, when his cats are sleeping, safely tucked in their beds as you are in each other's arms. It'll be quiet, you can only hear what's outside, maybe the train passing by or vehicles or pure silence which is hard to come but not impossible. If something's disturbing you like traffic, heavy honking, he's not for it and he'll move you two to somewhere else like the bed or on his studio chair. If you are tired and want to cock warm while he is producing, he'll hold you close to him and ignore the cramp in his legs. When he sees you sleep, he'll go soft and admire your prettiness, not forgetting to wrap a blanket around you. When it's silent, a relaxing atmosphere in which you can fall asleep easily, it's where cock warming will occur the most. An example could be in a space by the windows in a high-rise building or if the place was in a non-busy area like the countryside. There are occasional noises, some make you perk up while other's make you laugh, all while intimately spooning with him. You tell him: it's an indescribable feeling but you will try explaining. Don't be scared, he'll love your words. Relating cock warming to something and being subtle instead of explaining outright would prompt his chest to blossom with love from you, it's the feeling you've brought out from him and to in expressing his feelings, he may cry a little and kiss you like 'Can you feel this love I feel for you? I love you'- is what he is trying to say through the kiss. It's a very wholesome moment, your confessions to each other, spoken beautifully. He would also love to cock warm bare, without any clothes so that the two of you can be purely intimate and he loves your body. If you don't or lack appreciation for your fine self, he'll initiate cock warming if you aren't already and kiss your body and squeeze the parts he can't reach like his appreciation for your butt/ breasts/ stomach or whichever one it is that you are conscious of/ don't love as much as possible. And the opposite too! If he's not feeling okay or feels conscious of himself (pressure from people telling him how artists should look?), cock warming would be a way for you two speak about it whilst loving one another at the same time.

Yoo Taeyang:

What a precious guy

May be confused about the concept at first, even awkward the first time you attempt this, it takes him a little while to get used to this scenario: laying on the bed in each other's arms after carefully navigating your limbs around, his cock in you, completely. But he warms up, he'll make sure that you are comfortable and will also love to take this concept elsewhere, like the living room when you watch tv. When he's tired, he may not be able to carry it out simply because he has no energy or he may be horny (head) but not (body), it happens~ When that happens, he wakes you up with kisses, all over your body and he'd do this, regardless of what happened the previous night, it's automatic for him. Another scenario would be when he is bored, laying around doing nothing and fumbling for something to do, he'd initiate cock warming, that little sigh when he slips into you, relief. From there, he may definitely not hold himself back, the two of you would end up having sex. If it's you and he's doing something and you want to sit on his cock, he'll set down what he is doing and let you. As you hold onto him, he'll notice your whimpers, softly decorating his ear, letting him know how much you want him. He'll tease you till you are hiding away in the crook of his neck or playfully hitting him but he'll satisfy your desires all night. It's for you. However, when he does want to cock warm, he'll snuggle into you, nestling his head over yours. Little touches, lingering over your waist will be presented to you, as well as his admiration for your body. He'll cock warm in your sex or ass. When it's in your ass, he'll take his time admiring your ass, your breasts, any place he can place a kiss on really but he's not really kissing, he's looking and telling you how much he loves you.

Hwiyoung I Kim Youngkyun:

Resident cutie

He's got you in the palm of his hand especially because of that cute face, cute expressions, cute mannerisms, overall a very lovable guy. Can be awkward sometimes but it's okay because his loving personality makes up for it. Is also a shy little bean at first which makes you want to shower him with lots of love and praise. Glady accepts your kisses and hugs, gets shy when you first do them but eventually reciprocates them. To the point where it's comfort, safety and that you can be vulnerable with each other. *This is quickly turning into a boyfriend! Hwiyoung*. It's something that he suggests, the idea of cock warming. Really your jaw should drop when you hear it from your boyfriend. After a sex session, when the both of you are all sweaty and won't go for another round, he wouldn't mind if you were on your knees, keeping his cock warm with your mouth. He could be leaning back on the seat, going through his favourite sites while you sit in between his legs, ignoring the ache in your thighs. He would have you cock warming naked, bare for him and only him to see while he himself is fully clothed. That session could have potentially included bdsm, in a separate room that you have specially for it and this time, you could have been flogged, denied your release or being used, whatever your fantasies may be. It could also be the opposite way where you are the dom. In that case, it would be a command or a form of bonding where he will be punished if he moves when he is in your sex or you cuddle and speak to one another about the session, respectively. If bdsm is not included, then he would love to cock warm! To him, he gets to be with you and speak to you- whatever it may be about. For example, it could be deep, philosophical conversations or you both cuddle and sleep. Either way, he likes spending time with you especially in such a quality manner.

Chani:

*insert a gulp and a surprised face*

Remember that SF9 was discussing about mature concepts as a part of planning for their Kingdom stages and the editors used a fish filter to emphasise Chani's round eyes or rather, his innocence. ''HUh!??!'' is his brain, whirring away like an air conditioner at an office, rolling round and round when you propose this concept. He goes blank and you just sit back, waiting patiently. It has come to this moment. But his smile grows and it keeps on growing till he's unexpectedly pulling you onto his lap and connecting your lips. He knows that you should discuss it first but first, he wants to have you as close as possible when you discuss this. At first, he's peppering kisses on your face with you giggling, telling him that you want to continue and then he says, ''one moment baby'' before he swoops in for your lips. You reciprocate the passion, the moment is neither heated nor too soft, just in between and you have a make-out session for a couple of minutes. He doesn't know why, it's random but the both of you are loving it, like an initiation ceremony into a new stage of your relationship. And here were all along, navigating blind (👀🚫). It's planned with enough space for creativity. You are on the bed and you squeeze his shoulders when he presses at your entrance and fills you up. You wait to adjust to him. At first he's like, ''This it?'' and you have to laugh at that, quite true that you also though the same thing. Soon he's kissing you all over, sucking your nipple and the area around it, turning it a shade darker: he's teasing you, taking his time till he's done cock warming. He tells you that he would love to try out cock warming in your ass sometime and then it's all giggles from there. You ask, ''did you search-'', cut off by his fingers that circle your clit and press, drawing a gasp or a hitch of the breath from you. Then he starts to rock his hips and you know that cock warming is over, at least for now. He's hovering on top of you and losing control over his thrusts and spilling into you later on. A common scenario would be when he's playing games and you are sitting on his cock, maybe sleeping or doing something else, unbeknownst to his friends that he's speaking with on his headset.

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THE STEALER – CHAPTER 1

Wondering deep alone in an old used to be abandoned warehouse now lived by numerous scary dark auras lurking around knowing any minutes from now she will be a goner, she has no other family but she knows only one person who would be worried sick towards her so she’s sure he knew, her best friend turned boyfriend, before she proceeds in risking her life with a gun with her she hides on a dark alleyway, made sure all the photos from her phone are upload to her online storage along as a piece of evidence with her current location sent to her best friend’s chatbox with a message, “if I haven’t message or called you after an hour call the police to this location, no question ask we are in danger”, then hide it somewhere no one would ever find except the authorities. As she goes on with her gun pointed out and she's going on stealth mode the boss's minions had especially come for her, “they want you to come with us” he told her, of course, what they seek wouldn’t be an easy task, they fought her with strict orders “do not kill her!” forcibly took her to them, fighting her way out but she’s outnumbered and was dragged to the bosses forcibly. 

On the deepest part of the warehouse, she was painfully dropped to the floor with both hands tied to her back, all weapons on her were taken from her, inspected her, up and down, and in Infront of her were 3 large men's silhouettes, 

"Pretty brave aren't you," one of the bosses said with a familiar sweet nasal tenor voice, 

"Where's my brother!!" she asked, furious, 

"Brother? You mean that deep shit that had sold us off to our enemy?" he replied, 

“Sold you off?” she answered back, questioning the words coming out of his mouth “he can barely speak!” she added, “are you sure you got the right person?” she sneered, 

“Barely speaks?” he asked back, “are you sure we are both speaking the same person?” he added,

“Well for a person who barely speaks he makes a great spy no, a traitor…” one of the bosses from the shadow speaks with a familiar low tone of voice, 

“Then let us give a brief description of him,” said one of the bosses with a familiar very clean, and clear yet low voice, 

“Dark straight hair, monolid, brown eyes, thin lips, pointy nose, 5’11”, muscular, and this..” said the boss with the familiar sweet nasal tenor voice as he drop a black round eyeglass and dark green bomber jacket with streaks of blood and his name inside the collar on the front of her, seeing the jacket her heart started to drop, she knew they are indeed talking the same person and she was sure that her brother is indeed here, 

"Where is he?!" She demanded as fear and anger started to run thru her body, 

"You know that man isn't your brother, right?" the boss with the familiar nasal tenor voice came near her, “he isn’t even a blood related to you!” unmasking his handsome face, crunching towards her as he forcefully looked her face closely, 

“Samuel-ie?” she called him, confused, she knew she called but it felt the words didn’t come out of her mouth but something different, “I know but to me my only family” she replied, “why are you here? She asked again but the words she wanted to say as well aren’t coming out.

“Yet you would sacrifice yourself for him???” he questioned, “That traitor?!” he added, glaring at each other’s eyes, he smirked, “this one doesn’t back down!” he commented with amusement, "you have a great eye!" He complimented her, letting her go as he stand, 

"Very well, since I feel you would entertain us, bring him out!" He said to his other minions, within seconds, footsteps came from the distance not far from where they are, coming with 3 men, the middle one shows weakness as he was dragged and forcibly made to kneel not too far nor near where she was and the bosses, 

" DONNIE!" She called out, 

"DONNIE?" One of the bosses who was sat down repeatedly. 

Surprised and confused by their expression, "Jana?" he confirmed with the left eye was swelling from a black eye, he was covered in bruises, cuts, burns, and blood all over his body, fresh blood still flowing down his face from his forehead, weaken shows from the torture they had done toward him, she stood up and ran towards him, the minions tried to stop her but one of the bosses signed just let her be, Seeing her brother, she has mixed feeling off fear, anger, and confusion, "what happened?" She asked him, he didn't react for a minute until he looked at her with an unfamiliar eye on her, a vengeful eye, “let’s end this!” he said, the rope that was tied both of his hands towards his back broken off, bringing out a knife he hides on his shoes’ sole, stabbing her in front on her left lower quadrant, abdomen, surprised and left speechless they looked at each other eyes, 

"…Sorry sister but you have to die!" He whispered but as he started to take out the knife a gunshot from his behind happened and within a second, he dropped as a lifeless person along with her, bleeding profusely, one of the bosses came close to her but as he got too close, she fainted. 

*Beep beep* “Jana-ie!” a familiar voice called out, opening her eyes she saw him, “you feeling, ok?” he asked her holding the curtain, 

“What?” she asked sleepy, 

“You feeling ok, silly girl? You fainted…” a handsome 6 feet man asked her as he sit on the bed, 

“Really?” she asked as she slowly got up from the bed, 

“Yes, this is very concerning.” He told her, “You rarely got sick but if you do it’s concerning” he added, she smiled as she was sat on the bed, “I’m fine, sorry to worry you” 

“No worries but please, don’t get sick.” He told her as he gave her a medicine and water, “Ethan, brought you here” he informed her, 

“Ethan?” she called out, then everything became hazed, waking up from the bright light on top of her, getting up a strong pain pinched her whole body, reality came to her, she was stabbed but upon assessing herself the stabbed wound and other wounds she had were all covered with bandages, 

“it’s better if you lie down...” a familiar calming honey voice talked from her left side, looking from that direction she was very surprised, 

“Ethan!” she called out as she immediately sit up, a hard sting came into her body from her torso, “did they capture you too?” she asked in pain, very concerned but looking at his clothes he was wearing a white polo shirt with navy blue tie vest and pants with a tray of food and drink, he placed on the bed side table and sat on the bed, “you feeling any better?” he asked, still confuse, she was not able to answer him, “I’ll assume you have plenty of questions just looking on your face,” he told her, she just stared at him and he hugged her tightly but enough for her to know how worried and how he cares for her, “I missed you!” he told her, letting her go he kissed her on the lips, she kissed her back with a hunger for his lips, “do you have any idea you almost completely left me?” he told her as he broke free, she didn’t respond in confusion and just looked at him, “you almost died, good thing Terry-hyung was able to heal you.” He told her, 

“Terry?” she asked, confused “Ethan-ie, what’s going on?” she added, 

“Listen, I’ll tell you everything but promise you to have to stay here beside me, no matter what!” he demanded, “this isn’t a favor not a request, for your safety” he clarified, she just looked at him confused and speechless, “promise me!” he told her again, she just nodded, and he began to explain everything that’s going on. 

>> End chapter <<

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SF9 Reaction ✧ You randomly squishing their cheek

✧ SF9 all members x reader ✧ genre: reaction, fluff

Author’s note: I realize I have written basically this on my old blog too, but now that I made the effort I shall post the new version as well dkfjdalsk

Youngbin:

he’s in the middle of brushing Jamong’s fur when you catch a glimpse of that sight from the other room

tall man + small dog is just a way too adorable image to you, so you sneak up to him from behind 

he notices you as you kneel down next to him but doesn’t say anything

smiles when he feels your fingertips pinching his cheek lightly

it’s a smile that’s both filled with warmth and with awkwardness lol

doesn’t comment on it and just attempts to sneak his way out of the situation kasjlfka

when you do this repeatedly he will eventually ask if squishing his cheeks is really that much fun??

you nod strongly and he lets you go on

everytime your fingertip touches his cheek, you can see him overcome with a rush of many different emotions, but you just can’t tell if he likes it or hates it kasldjfök

Inseong:

freezes up as soon as he feels your fingertip coming in contact with his cheek

the awkward Inseong-laugh™ follows

“E-excuse me…?” suddenly speaks way too formal???

you reckon he doesn’t like it, so you take your hand away from his face

as he’s still in a state of utter confusion, you can also see a sense of deprivation in his pupils

until finally he asks you to do it again, stumbling over his own words in the process

you can’t help but laugh, and then you squish his cheek

again, he freezes up???? but then breaks out in the brightest smile???

giggles??? but also withdraws????

what is going on??

“Okay, okay, that was enough…” he eventually tells you to stop and you two move on with your day

even if you keep randomly squishing his cheek, this guy will never get used to the feeling kasjfölkas

Jaeyoon:

you’re in the middle of a sweet make-out session, when suddenly you just become super aware of his cheeks and you can’t keep yourself from poking them with your finger

he’s a bit taken aback at first, but once he can process what’s happening, he will smile

drops his head in amusement and disbelief likewise

when you take your hand away he reaches out for it and makes eye contact with you

“You have to poke the dimple!” he says and smiles

then he guides your finger back to his cheek

his grin grows even wider when he can feel the tip of your finger deeply buried in his dimple

he doesn’t mind it at all, and enjoys seeing you having fun like this

will certainly wrap his arms around you tightly after that, so you can cuddle

he will also return the cheek-poking for sure

will poke everywhere to figure out the softest spot and only stop once he’s satisfied with his findings

Dawon:

an absolute weirdo about it (I mean… he’s Sanghyuk after all…)

will act offended at first??? and get into a karate position???

will give you that “you didn’t just do that”-look and just stare at a puzzled you

for a moment you think you actually did something wrong??

but then he’ll break out in a cute smile and hold out his cheek to you

“Do it again. Come on!” he will urge you

pulls a different funny face every time you poke his cheek, as if it was some kind of button lol

eventually he will just smile fondly at you, throw his arms around you, and then affectionately mess up your hair akjdflk

returns the cheek-pokes with great interest

even when you’re starting to get tired of it, this guy will not let you escape akjdfölka

sneaks in kisses in between to drag this out for as long as possible

also bites them and insists it’s to make out the texture more accurately??

these are his cheeks now lol

Zuho:

it’s one of those days where he just won’t come home from the studio, so you decide to go see him there instead

you find him slouched over his desk, unsure if he’s asleep at first, but when you hear him groaning upon grabbing a chair and sitting down next to him, you know he’s at least half-awake

you attempt to cheer him up by pinching his cheek

but he doesn’t even react kasjdfklsak

even when you poke his cheek harder, he merely moves his head to the side slightly

you wonder what made his soul leave his body like this, so you keep poking and squishing his cheeks, hoping to make him talk

eventually he starts grinning and the life returns to his eyes

sits up and asks what the hell you’re doing kaljdföksa

“Cheer you up?” you answer, and he shoots you a thankful smile, before placing a peck on your lips and suggesting to finally call it a day and return home together

Rowoon:

gives you the Confused Seokwoo Face when he feels you squishing his cheek

usually there’s no way you could even dream about reaching his cheeks because he’s so tall akdsjflksa

but one day when you’re sitting side by side, watching tv, you take your chance and extend your arm to poke his cheek

he looks so shocked though, poor man doesn’t know what’s happening to him when the butterflies in his stomach go crazy from the little gesture kasjdflkas

a few days later you find him sitting all alone on the bathroom floor in the middle of the night, poking his own cheek repeatedly

he’s very obviously trying to figure out how you made him feel so much with so little effort, but the way he looks seriously traumatized almost makes you worry

you ask him what he’s doing and you swear you’ve never seen him so startled

eventually you can convince him to go back to bed with you

when you’re all comfortable, and snuggled up to him under the blanket, you squish his cheek again

though, from the look he gives you you can tell he isn’t going to be able to fall asleep anytime soon because of all the overwhelming feelings akldöjfka

Taeyang:

honestly I’m sure he’ll find just watching you more adorable as you’re in the process of poking his cheek than you find him adorable 

he’s pretty much unfazed by the poking itself, but can’t contain a broad smile as you stand in front of him, your hand extended to his face

“What are you trying to do?” he’ll ask

“Poke your cheeks, obviously?”

“Babe, I have no cheeks.”

will put his hands on your waist and lean his forehead against yours, eventually kissing you

you take your fingertip away from his cheek in the process

he won’t even poke your cheek back and he just??? leaves???

even if you try to squish his cheek again, he’ll just react in similar ways

will only return the cheek-poking if you explicitly ask him to

as he repeatedly and in high concentration squishes your cheek, you can’t tell if he’s having fun with it or if he just doesn’t get its charm

Hwiyoung:

oh god please do not do this to him

he will shrivel up and die if you ever poke his cheek

will be so embarrassed and have butterflies run wild in his stomach at the same time

blushes, smiles, hides his face, curls up into a ball of Feelings

make it even worse by poking his cheek a few more times and teasing him about his flustered reaction

if you keep doing this he might get used to it at some point, but only to the degree where he can keep in his feels - deep inside it will still destroy him ksdlfjas

he won’t ever squish your cheek back either unless he’s feeling very brave

he knows that the feeling of your soft cheeks against his fingertip, along with the shy smile you will give him are going to take him out skjalföak

might be able to do it way into the relationship, when he’s gotten used to you, but if you only just started dating his heart won’t be able to take it

deep down he enjoys it way too much though

Chani:

you’d think he’ll get offended if you poke his cheek out of nowhere

but really he’ll just give you a very soft smile, and a questioning gaze, as if wondering what you’re planning to do now

will totally poke your cheek back, and once he sees you getting flustered he will squish both your cheeks and just grin at the cute sight in front of his eyes

the more embarrassed you become, the more he will tease you about how your attempt to make him flustered turned around on you perfectly

will eventually give you headpats and little kisses all over your face to ease the frustration

will also puff out his own cheeks and let you poke them again

more smiles and giggles follow

you feel like this was your first and last attempt at poking his cheeks, so unless he’s sound asleep next to you, you do not dare touch his cheeks again

on the other hand he has now made a habit of poking your cheeks at completely random times just to see your various reactions