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marshmallow-phd · 5 months ago

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A Manor of Shadow and Blood

Genre: Regency Gothic AU

Pairing: EXO x Reader

Summary: A stormy night brought you to the manor in the middle of the woods. Nine strange men occupied its halls. They won’t let you leave. A dangerous secret haunts this estate. Learning it might either be your saving grace or it could lead to the last breath you ever take.

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5

The grand hall was lit as bright as midday. Every surface was polished to perfection, reflecting the candlelight at a greater force. Brilliant brass and gold surrounded you as you made your way through the dancing couples, their movements in perfect sync. Wrapped in each other's arms, they spin around without a care for your wandering presence.

While all who surrounded you were decorated in blacks and whites, your own dress was the color of freshly spilled blood. The heavy skirts that hug from your waist made it difficult to navigate the ballroom. Their fullness was of an older fashion, one that maybe your grandmother would have worn in her youth. The dropped shoulders left you exposed, your skin chilled despite the amount of bodies in here.

You kept navigating the dance floor, on the look out for something, though you didn’t know what. Then you felt the familiar burn of eyes boring into your back, which sent a shiver down your spine. You whirled around to find the source, the dress brushing at your feet with the sudden motion. Through the crowd, you spotted Baekhyun leaning against the wall. With a single finger, he beckoned you over. And you obeyed.

Breaking through the sea of dancers, you took in his elegant suit, the hems lined with gold thread that shimmered against black velvet.

"You shouldn't dance alone," he purred. Arms crossed over his chest, he smirked at you with a grin even the devil wouldn't wear.

"I have no partner," you retorted. He held out a lazy hard. Hardly the romantic gesture. "No, thank you."

"How about me?" asked a sweet voice in your ear.

You turned your head to find Junmyeon at your back. He laid a soft hand on your hip to keep you from escaping out of propriety. When you didn’t shove him away, the hand slyly moved to your stomach, pulling your bare shoulder blades into his chest. With the fingers of his left hand, he tilted your chin towards him.

"Am I a suitable partner?"

No answer passed your lips. You could think of nothing to say. The thought of him twirling you around the dance floor was not… unpleasant.

Junmyeon neither needed nor cared for a reply. He dipped his head to your shoulder and pressed a kiss to the skin. A small gasp passed your lips. And then he pressed another. More and more as he climbed up the curve of your neck. Heat rose from every inch of you as you sighed into the affectionate touches. You relaxed into his touch, welcoming each new contact of his lips.

"It's rude not to share, Junmyeon.”

Your attention snapped back to Baekhyun, who you had forgotten was there. He pushed himself off the wall and stepped closer to you so he stood in front of the minor.

No, not a mirror. There was no reflection.

Except… there was. The mirror reflected the floor, the ceiling, the candlelight. You.

But not Baekhyun. Not Junmyeon. And not the dancers still spinning behind you.

Fingers snaked through your hair and pulled your head back, your vulnerable neck exposed. From the gallery above, Kyungsoo watched as elongated fangs flashed behind Junmyeon’s lips and plunged into your neck.

*****

You woke with a start, the blanket flying off of you as you sat up in a fury. Sweet drenched every pore of your skin. Your day old dress clung to your skin in a way that felt suffocating. Each breath was a struggle for your lungs.

Vampires. The nightmarish tale that had kept you up as a child until you were convinced they weren't real turned out to be true. But how could they be real?

Creatures of the night. Blood drinkers. Horror stories meant to keep children from wandering about after dark.

Curling your legs to your chest and encasing them in your arms, you tried to think of a way out. To escape. With what strength you possessed, you slid off the bed and walked over to the window. The sun, so bright and full of life, was just beginning its descent towards the horizon. Night–their domain–was hours away. If the legends were true, then they would all be asleep at this moment. Any risk that was to be taken had to be taken now.

After changing into a sturdier dress, you retrieved your still mud-covered boots and, keeping them in one hand, you carefully pushed away the pathetic barrier and snuck out of the room.

Each step was taken with unmatched caution. You tested every board with your foot before fully committing. Any squeak of a floor or stumble down a stair could alert them to your escape. But by the grace of a miracle, you made it to the front door. Fingers trembling, you pulled on the boots and tied up the laces before opening the door only wide enough for you to slink through.

The next breath taken outside was like the first breath of life. But there was no time to take it in.

Gathering your skirts in your grip, you took off into the trees. The dirt was dry and sturdy under your feet. Branches and leaves crunched with the weight of your boots. A lady’s delicacy was out of the question as you ran without abandon. You didn't know what direction you were running. But vampires needed blood to survive and they weren’t drinking yours. And Jongdae had brought those buns from a bakery, not their own kitchen. You doubted any of them knew how to cook. That meant a village or town had to be nearby. Junmyeon had lied about the isolation of the manor. If you just kept going, you could find freedom.

However, your stamina was running out. This was never your preferred activity. Your lungs and throat burned in an unfamiliar way. The sun still shined above. A short respite could be spared.

You leaned against a tree trunk for support. In your boots your feet pulsed. Only now did you realize that you had run away without food or water. Not knowing where the kitchen was located, you didn't have time to waste on it. You could survive, you told yourself. Just a little farther. The town couldn’t be too far. Unless you were headed in the wrong direction.

A rustling rippled through the silent forest. You snapped to attention, trying to find the source.

“The wind,” you gasped between ragged breaths. “It had to be the wind.”

A low, rumbling growl said it wasn't wind.

In the distance, large silhouettes emerged. Wolves. Nearly a dozen of them.

You ran as fast as your crying legs could take you. With their superior nature built for the hunt, the wolves caught up to you within seconds. Their growls and howls grew louder and more threatening behind you. Running from the manor had been easy. Running from the wolves was to be your end.

Powerful paws slammed into your back. You were thrown to the ground, rolling across the ground as a scream ripped at your throat. The momentum stopped you on your stomach. Hair covered your face, but you could still see your death through the strands.

Wolves of gray and black gathered in a half moon circle. They had their prey in perfect position. The middle wolf pounced. All you had time to do was throw up your arms to protect your face. Claws raked across your forearm. Another scream echoed through the merciless trees. The wolf landed on the other side of you with pride. Now you were surrounded. A second wolf leapt.

A blur appeared in front of you and collided with the wolf midair. The two bodies tumbled across the forest floor. A human and the wolf.

Not a human.

Chanyeol. The wolf trapped within his grasp, Chanyeol tightened his grip–

Crack.

The wolf fell limply to the ground, its tongue hanging from its jaw.

The others appeared seconds later. Not understanding what they were up against, the wolves let you go to attack the newest threat.

"Are you alright?" Junmyeon knelt down in front of you. His hands were outstretched as if you were the wild animal on the verge of attack. Behind him, snarls and whimpers told of the fight–and who was winning. Despite not answering him, he caught sight of your bleeding arm. "We need to get back to the manor."

He didn't ask permission before picking you up into his arms and sprinting through the forest. Everything blurred past you, your loose hair whipping at your face. He burst through the manor doors and didn't stop until he was able to set you down in the largest chair. Once you were safe, he fell to his knees, only his palms keeping him upright. The others soon stumbled in behind him, heaving and collapsing onto the floor. Only then did you notice the smoke floating up from each of their backs. Patches of burnt, red skin sizzled on their knuckles and faces. Anything that had been exposed to the sun.

"Baekhyun," Junmyeon gasped.

"I already have it." Kyungsoo came into the parlor with bottles stacked in his arms. He quickly passed them around, waiting until the others were quenching their thirst before pulling the cork out of his own bottle and chugging the contents.

With his bottle empty, Junmyeon tossed it to the side and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Red smears stained the ivory fabric. You shrank back in the chair as he turned towards you.

"What hell were you thinking!" He growled. "I warned you about the wolves!"

"Junmyeon, she's shaken up enough," Jongdae defended. Before your eyes, his burnt skin healed to be like new.

"She could have been killed!"

Your head was pounding. He was… concerned about your life? The legends said that the sun was a vampire's deadliest enemy. It was why they thrived in the darkness. But they had all risked a final death to come after you.

"Did you hear me scream?" you whispered. You could barely feel your own lips moving. All heads tuned to you.

Yixing was the one to answer. "Yes. We all heard you."

"Why were you out there?" Sehun asked aggressively.

You sucked in a sharp breath. There was no escaping the truth now. You stared at Jongdae. "I figured it out.”

Baekhyun laughed. "At least we don't have to walk around delicately anymore."

"When exactly did you do so?" Minseok mocked.

"Then you should remember what I said to you before was true. Harm would not come to you within these walls." Junmyeon crouched down next to the chair. His eyes... there was something behind the darkness that tugged at your still wildly beating heart. "I know you were running away. And if you're desperate to get away enough to get yourself killed, then the choice can be yours. We can send you on your way with every provision. Or," he cleared his throat, "you stay here. With us."

A choice? He was giving you a choice?

Your gaze drifted over the faces that stared back at you. Even Kyungsoo refused to look away while he waited. There was almost a plea in his expression, a subtle beg. But was it to stay? Or for you to run as far away as possible?

Junmeyon took your attention away when he picked up your wounded arm with delicate fingers. His pleading was much more clear.

To leave would be the better choice. The more sane choice. But what would happen afterwards? You could claim being lost in the woods. With evidence of the carriage and the missing driver, what else could they believe? After a few days on bed rest, you would be back by your aunt's side, following her every whim. Including indulging her on a "perfectly adequate" suitor because you had no other option, no other path. That suitor who would then become your future. But you didn't want it. You refused to give in to it.

Already within these few days, you were… changed in a way. They might not be human, but these men would forever be burned into your memory. Who could move you with music the way Chanyeol had? What silent strength could match the aura of Junmyeon? You had been promised that none of them would harm you. The chance for something extraordinary was right in front of you. The kind of chance you had only read about. It just had to be taken.

"I think… I think I want to stay."

*****

The moon became an ever changing friend. You hardly saw the sun anymore. Like the men you had given yourself over to, you lived under the stars. It was oddly beautiful. This time was often forgotten about by you and many others. The night was only a background to your time within your dreams. But now it was your entire world.

Every evening, you awoke to the dying orange light of the day. Breakfast always waited for you outside the door. It was the rule that no one broke; none could enter your room without explicit permission from you. Those walls remained your safe haven when things grew too overwhelming.

Despite your decision to stay, discovering that other creatures walked the earth required a step away once in a while. Especially now, with you aware of their true nature, the men were refusing to hold back.

Dropping from the roof, running around with spectacular speed, and lifting objects that ten men couldn't hold. It was remarkable. Except for the diet and inability to walk in the sun, the… condition seemed more like a blessing.

"You're rather thoughtful this evening,” Jongdae commented. He walked beside you like he did every twilight.

After you finished your breakfast, you met Jongae at the front doors to go on a walk around the manor grounds. Often others would join you as well. Junmyeon was the most frequent, though Yixing, Changed, and Jongin made many appearances over the past week and a half. Boundaries were constantly tested, but one word from you and they retreated.

"I guess you could say I am thoughtful tonight," you finally sighed. You hadn’t realized that you were being so obviously quiet. Funny, since you would have thought Jongdae would enjoy the silence. You typically had many questions or comments of your own to make.

"Should I go steal a penny from Sehun?"

You laughed. "I'd like to think my thoughts are worth more than a single penny.”

"They must be if you've become so skilled in deflecting from them." He crossed over to block your path. Gaze narrowed, he studied your carefully guarded expression. "What are you thinking about so hard? Regretting your decision to stay already?"

"No," you insisted. "Not at all."

He raised an eyebrow that simply asked, "Then what?"

"Do you always stay here?" you countered. "At the manor, I mean."

"We travel," Jongdae answered with a nod. "Not too often. It’s a bit difficult, you see."

"But we like traveling north.” Minseok dropped from who-knew-where, landing with barely bent knees and hands folded behind his back. "In the winter, the night lasts longer. Junmyeon has a small hunting lodge up there.

A hunting lodge? "Then why do you stay here?"

Minsoek shrugged. "This manor is bigger."

"Having nine of us in one household can be a bit volatile,” Jongdae added. He stepped aside to continue the stroll. "We need the room to separate so we don't level a building."

Your foot caught on an invisible lump in the grass. "You could destroy a building while fighting?"

Minseok snickered as he caught your stumble and helped steady your stance. His hand lingered at your waist until your sharpened glare made him remove it. "We haven’t crumbled a wall in a few years."

You scoffed at the casual tone. "What sort of fight caused that?"

"I can't remember." Minseok leaned forward slightly to look at Jongdae for help. But he didn't seem to recall either.

"Who knows what started it between Chanyeol and Kyungsoo.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock. Kyungsoo and Chanyeol had fought over something to the point of destroying a wall to crumble? It didn't feel plausible. Neither seemed like the hot-headed sort. You wanted to know the igniting incident so desperately.

Both Jongdae and Minseok suddenly whipped their heads towards the front of the manor.

"What is it?" you asked when neither offered an explanation.

"Junmyeon's calling for us." Jongdae scooped you up into his arms without warning. At your confused expression, he explained, "We're not leaving you alone out here." Remember your last adventure in the woods lingered in the silence.

The short lived wind whipped at your hair that you still wore loose to cover your neck. As soon as he stopped running, you wiggled out of his arms to be back on your feet. Everyone else was already gathered just outside the door. Several eyed you and Jongdae with suspicious and annoyed glares. You took a step away from him for some separation.

Clearing his throat, Junmyeon called everyone to attention. "We have to go hunting–real hunting. Now, normally, we all go together, but now that we have our guest," he nodded towards you, "some will have to stay behind with her until the first party… comes back."

"If you all need to go,” you couldn't quite speak the word feed, "then I'll be alright. For a few hours, at least." You weren't sure how long this excursion would take.

Junmyeon's features softened. "No. We'll go in groups. Chanyeol, Kyungsoo, Minseok and I will go first. We shouldn't be gone long." He reached out and patted the top of your head before disappearing into the trees. Kyungsoo gave no goodbye as he followed suit. The last two playfully shoved each other while taking off.

"Come." Yixing took hold of your hand and started pulling you inside. "I want to show you something."

"But–" You had wanted to ask Jongdae a question, but the traitor was already gone, off somewhere to do something he would never tell you about. So, you let Yixing take you into the manor and up the main staircase at the end of the hallway. At least he let you stay on your own feet instead of insisting on going at his speed.

Going down an unfamiliar hallway, you were reminded how big this place was and how much you still had to explore. The men occupied most of your time, vying for your attention and pulling you this way and that so you didn’t have much time on your own. It was odd and overwhelming at times.

During your seasons in town, you were hardly a well-sought after prize. There were prettier girls with grander dowries. You had accepted that fact. Now you were the center of a courting dance to which you knew none of the steps and possessed endless partners.

Yixing paused in front of a door that looked identical to all the others. He kept his fingers tight around yours as he slowly turned the knob with his free hand. The door swung open.

The gasp inhaled through your parted lips wasn't enough to convey your awe.

Maps of all the places you'd heard of and dozens more you hadn't covered the walls like homemade wallpaper. Slipping out of Yixing's grip, you walked further into the study, spinning slowly around to take it all in. The maps were varying degrees of tan, some as light as his skin, others as dark as animal leather.

Instead of bookshelves, doorless cabinets waist high lined three of the walls. Their squared shelves were stuffed full of parchment and ink and quills. A lone sketcher's desk sat in the middle, an unfinished drawing laying against the tilted surface.

"What is this place?"

"It's my personal study," Yixing answered as he laid a hand on the edge of the desk. "Kyungsoo gave it to me after I had accidentally taken over one of the parlors."

Your awe increased ten-fold. Your initial assumption was that he was a collector, not the original artist. "You drew all of these?"

He nodded almost... shyly. "I did. I was a cartographer. Before."

"Before?" You understood what he meant, but you didn't know how to ask for the story.

Turning his eyes to the parchment, he pinched it between his fingers. "I didn't just love traveling. I loved capturing it on paper. I wanted to make these places into art, but not like every other painting. I wanted them to be perfect. Exact replicas as if you were staying at them from God’s point of view. And I wanted to be the best. I couldn't be, though. I wasn’t good enough."

You moved closer to him, entranced in the story. "What happened?"

A rueful smile tightened at his lips. "I was given a chance to become perfect. What I didn't know was that I traded everyone knowing my maps for the talent to make it happen." Sorrow rolled from him like the tide warning of an oncoming storm.

Feeling the pull to comfort him, you reached out and covered his fidgeting hand with your own steady fingers.

"People will be able to know your work some day," you whispered. "I’m sure of it."

Perhaps you had been a bit too forward, a bit too open.

Yixing moved gracefully forward to eliminate most of the space between you. A smooth thumb that once must have been calloused when it was human caressed the edge of your jaw. His flickering eyes made intentions obvious.

Clearing your throat, you stepped out of the touch. "Why isn't this one finished?" You pointed to the drawing on the desk. It was an aerial view of the manor, with the top half of the parchment containing the beginning edges of the garden hedges. Disappointed, Yixing sighed and went along with your distraction.

"I'm still working out the maze. It is intricate. Much more than I was prepared for."

"Goodness." You were thankful that you hadn't wandered in there yet, especially on your own.

"Yixing.”

Both of you turned towards the door to find Sehun standing under the frame.

"Yes, Sehun?" Yixing said through somewhat gritted teeth. The young vampire wasn't phased.

"I need to speak with you."

"Fine." None of you moved.

Sehun looked at you with a pointed glare.

You received the hint loud and clear. "I'll leave you, then.”

With more relief than you cared to admit, you scurried out of the room and down the hallway.

Around the corner, you pressed your back against the wall and forced yourself to take deep breaths that filled your lungs to capacity. Panic had been the response at Yixing's closeness. You didn't mean for that to be the response. You didn't want to be closed off to any of them. But you couldn't help it. Maybe it was merely the closeness of the situation.

Giving yourself a small amount of grace, you pushed off the wall and made your way downstairs. So used to your time being absorbed by the men that you weren't sure what to do with yourself. Two of the ones that remained behind were currently occupied. As for the three others, they could have been anywhere.

You wandered around the main floor with a fleeting hope that one would come to find you. Then you saw them. A row of grand doors evenly spaced along the north wall called you forward.

The grand ballroom took your breath away. Not so dissimilar to the one in your dream, though this one’s lack of warmth and light left you heartbroken. Memories of dancing figures and lively music haunted these walls. In the corner, you could imagine a small orchestra strumming their instruments in delight.

You walked to the center where dozens of pairs used to twirl and bow and embrace each other in time with the melody. Ghostly laughter echoed in your ears. What had once been bright and golden and full of life was dull, dark, and covered in cobwebs that swayed in the breeze of unknown origin.

Glancing around, you confirmed that you were truly alone before closing your eyes, lifting your arms, and began a soft hum.

You danced with an invisible partner in the fashion that your grandfather had taught you as a small child. It was more intimate than the choreographed dances currently popularized. You had always imagined your first ball like this, instead of the disappointment you really experienced. You had pictured a boy you didn’t know catching your eye. As the music was struck up, he laid a hand on your waist.

Just like now.

Hm. Your imagination was running wild, even pretending the weight of a palm was there on your lower back. And now in your lifted left hand.

No. That wasn’t your imagination.

Your eyes snapped open.

Jongin had taken the place of your imagined partner. He smiled down at you with a feline smirk as his hands tightened around you, refusing to let you slip away. There was no choice in leaving this musicless dance. You had stopped humming but he continued to whirl you around the marble floor. He controlled the dance, in charge of every step. He led with an expertise he shouldn’t have possessed–if he were a man of this age.

In one final move, he slipped his arm fully around your waist, pulling you so close that no room remained between you. Without breaking the spin, he lifted you from the floor as if you were no more than a kitten and whirled you around like the heroine from your favorite novel.

When the spin came to a close, he set you back on your feet, but didn’t let go. Your lungs heaved from the exercise–and from the way your bodies pressed together. Each rise of your chest brought you even closer to Jongin. He kept your gaze like a stablehand trying to calm a wild horse. His right hand slipped from your fingers, softly tracing the delicate inside of your arm. The touch left behind a fire you couldn’t explain. A cold, simmering fire.

He cupped your jaw as his eyes drifted down to your lips. This was a different reaction to Yixing’s wandering gaze. Not panic, but something similar.

Jongin held you in place as he leaned down, his lips pressing gently into the corner of yours. The thin breath in your lungs hitched. He lifted his lips only to find a new patch of skin. The delicate skin covering your pulse. Every muscle in your body froze. He kissed the skin softly. Surely, he could feel the race of your blood.

“Whenever you need a partner,” he said in a hush against your neck, “just whisper my name.”

And then, he was gone.

You stared off at the empty path left behind Jongin. The sheer hubris.

His name lingered on your lips, wondering if he would really come back like he said. But you kept the whisper inside and left the ballroom just the same.

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justkpopjokes · 1 month ago

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Sunshines on my Shoulder || Pocket!Enha

Ft. Borrowers!Jay & Sunoo + gender neutral!reader (no ships) AU: inspired by The Secret World of Arriety Word Count: 747 A/N: Originally was gonna be something with Chanyeol (EXO) but it took me 5 years to write this so. I changed career paths lol

These will be headcanons but lemme set the scene for you first:

When you move into your new house in the countryside, you’re more than shocked to find tiny humans living there before you

For a while, you think you’re just seeing things out of the corner of your eye, or that the darkness is playing tricks on you when you head downstairs for a midnight snack

BUT THEN YOU SEE THEM—two little people who could balance on one of your fingers each—knocking over the salt shaker

You can hear them bickering faintly as they try to hide from you

They’re both being pretty snappy at each other 🙄

Jay: “You couldn’t have done that any quieter?!”

Sunoo: “You’re the one who wants the salt for your cooking!”

Jay: “You’re the one who wants all the food!!”

Eventually you just cut in since it doesn’t seem like they’re gonna stop arguing anytime soon

The tiny people are more shocked than you are LOL and the one you’ll later learn is Jay starts yelling at you instead while the other one, Sunoo, hides behind the toppled salt shaker

Such a loud voice for such a tiny guy,,,

After a quick, hesitant introduction, you help them grab a handful (their hands, not yours) of salt, which isn’t that many granules due to their tiny bodies

And after that, they’re on their way, retreating into a hole in the wall

The next day, the two visit you in your room to say thank you!!

Sunoo gifts you a tiny button he usually uses as a frisbee because he notices one missing from your shirt

You: "HEY isn't this the exact button from my shirt…?"

Sunoo: "Ummmmm......I found it on the floor! I was just borrowing it!!"

Anyway that's when you learn about them being "borrowers," which are this whole species of tiny people

(Must be why your neighbours complain about snacks going missing…)

But from then on, you’re friends with Jay and Sunoo 😌

Jay has always been the more responsible one of the two when it comes to survival instinct

Mostly he feeds Sunoo good meals and makes sure the younger one is taking care of himself

Sunoo is the one who goes out more into the Big People World™️ to “borrow” things from them, returning to Jay with his findings and a wide array of trinkets

But since you’ve become friends, Sunoo’s job has gotten a lot easier!! They only need to hide from your family and any guests now

Jay’s a little apprehensive, thinking that they’ll go soft if you keep helping them get supplies

But after seeing how happy Sunoo is when you let him have the tiniest scoop—more like a drop—of ice cream, having help from the Big People to open the freezer is allowed

At this point, they only need to leave their home to borrow whenever you’re busy or not at home, which keeps them both in shape

They also visit you in your room often just to hang out, lounging on your desk and helping you by giving opinions on whatever work you’re doing

Jay seems to warm up to the idea of talking to you more when he notices you can’t really cook that much

He’s like “why have you only eaten ramen the past five days,,, WHY DID YOU ONLY HAVE A BOILED EGG FOR BREAKFAST!! GROWING BIG HUMANS NEED BIG MEALS!!!”

After discovering you just don’t know many recipes and how to cook them well, he immediately goes Remy Ratatouille on your ass and climbs onto your soldier to direct you

Picture it, you’re in front of your stove, there’s one tiny person on each shoulder

One of them is shouting at you to STOP BREAKING THE PASTA WHEN YOU PUT IT IN THE POT and the other is telling you to add mint chocolate to the spaghetti sauce "just to test" if it’ll make it taste better

It’s like an angel and devil on your shoulders but the angry one isn’t the one trying to make you make a bad decision lolol

Eventually, you produce a wonderful bowl of spaghetti with some delicious sauce (sans the mint choco)

It’s surprisingly good, considering you’re going off of a mix of Jay’s instructions and the internet since there is no way his cooking times and portions convert well to Big People measurements

Maybe it’ll be fun living with Little People for a while!!

And to end the day, you have a movie night…with your phone propped up on the table to give Jay and Sunoo the movie theatre experience, one singular piece of popcorn shared between them to last the evening

#enhypen imagines #enhypen headcanons #enhypen scenarios #sunoo imagines #enhypen jay imagines #enhypen fic #enhypen au #jkj fics #.txt

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krp1x1finder · 1 year ago

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discord kpop 1x1 rp search

heyooo! i’m yumi, age 23, they/them! i’m currently lf a few krp/kdrama partners, preferably within the age range of 19-23+! it’s safe to say that i’m open to any pairings such as mxm, fxf, poly, and trans/non-binary characters, oc x oc (faceclaims ok!) - i will say that i do have a preference for writing masculine characters and will often default to that unless discussed.

my writing style is always mirrored, so don’t be shy if you’d like to write with me in any way, shape, or form! my preference tends to lean towards novella and advanced lit (comfortably up to 500-1k or more) with present or past, third-person narratives. i have some writing examples i can send your way if you’d like to see them before committing to rp with me! i typically want to strive for quality over quantity.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ PLOTS : regarding plots that i enjoy tend to lean super heavily into the human condition (any variation or avenue of slice of life, modern aus), very lightly toeing into supernatural with succubuses/incubus or angel/devils, fallen angel concepts, and “darker” themes. some examples would be religious trauma/historical themes, substance abuse, violence, heavy angst, etc.

i also really enjoy media-based or established works of fictions like ao3, video games (the last of us, detroit become human, etc), films, and kdramas (strangers from hell, all of us are dead, the glory, bloodhounds, and more).

i’m totally interested in including nsfw into our rps aswell, though i tend to write my characters as versatile switches and would prefer if my partners were flexible and willing to collaborate to make it fun and comfortable for both of us. i will send a kink list to be as transparent as possible, or you can view that on my carrd alongside other in depth info here!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ MUSES & GROUPS : i’m open to a majority of groups including, but not limited to the ones listed below! regarding muses, i’m very open-minded and flexible and will include some examples of those i muse the most. the starred groups are the ones that i muse very heavily for currently:

☆ aespa : winter / karina / ningning

ateez : wooyoung / san / yunho

enhypen : jay / heeseung / jungwon / jake

☆ exo : jongin / sehun / chanyeol / baekhyun

le sserafim : sakura / chaewon

☆ nct (all subunits+wayv) : taeyong / yuta / jaehyun / jeno / mark / donghyuck / jaemin / xiaojun / kun / yangyang

oneus : seoho / keonhee / xion

☆ onlyoneof : nine / love / mill / rie

p1harmony : theo / intak

☆ seventeen : jeonghan / jun / seungkwan / vernon / joshua / minghao

☆ stray kids : minho / hyunjin / han / bangchan / jeongin

tempest : hanbin / taerae / hyeongseop / hwarang

☆ the boyz : sunwoo / hyunjae / juyeon / jacob / eric

☆ txt : soobin / beomgyu / taehyun treasure : asahi / jihoon / hyunsuk

☆ xg : jurin / chisa

☆ zb1 : jiwoong / hanbin / matthew / taerae

solo artists : woodz, dpr ian, jackson wang, and more . .

(these aren’t including my ships, but you might be able to get hints from who i bolded - don’t be afraid to ask for clarification though, i’ll definitely mention them once we connect).

please prioritise discussing triggers and preferences within the RP. they will always be stated by me during plotting as well. my triggers are only detailed self-harm/gore that goes alongside it. i’ll let you know if I’m uncomfortable at any point otherwise.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ MISC. NOTES : the most important part of this i would like to make sure is noted is that writing won’t always be a priority for me as i have other hobbies and responsibilities that tend to take up a lot of my free time too. i work two jobs while also taking classes from my university and gaming. i’d appreciate and prefer partners that don’t mind gaps of time between responses and won’t spam or pressure me to be quicker. i’ve had some bad luck with rp partners that don’t understand that and overstep boundaries. i will end the rp if it gets excessive. however, i’m very chatty and enjoy making playlists and pinterest boards alongside our rp au’s so it’d be cool to have partners open to that sort of connection. i’m always down for friendships outside of our rp too so the gaps of time don’t feel awkward or stilted.

if all of this sounds good to you and you’re interested in getting to know me as a potential friend or likewise to write, don’t hesitate to interact with this post on here, directly message me, or head on over to discord and add me; my username is gyumie. ♡

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mysophobix · 1 year ago

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discord kpop 1x1 rp search

heyooo! i’m yumi, age 23, they/them! currently lf a few krp/kdrama partners, preferably within the age range of 19-23+! it’s safe to say that i’m open to any pairings such as mxm, fxf, poly, and trans/non-binary characters, oc x oc (faceclaims ok!) - i will say that i do have a preference for writing masculine characters and will often default to that unless discussed.

☆ aespa : winter / karina / ningning

ateez : wooyoung / san / yunho

enhypen : jay / heeseung / jungwon / jake

☆ exo : jongin / sehun / chanyeol / baekhyun

le sserafim : sakura / chaewon

mamamoo : moonbyul

☆ nct (all subunits+wayv) : taeyong / yuta / jaehyun / jeno / mark / donghyuck / jaemin / xiaojun / kun / yangyang

oneus : seoho / keonhee / xion

☆ onlyoneof : nine / love / mill / rie

p1harmony : theo / intak

red velvet : wendy / seulgi / joy

☆ seventeen : jeonghan / jun / seungkwan / vernon / joshua / minghao

☆ stray kids : minho / hyunjin / han / bangchan / jeongin

tempest : hanbin / taerae / hyeongseop / hwarang

☆ the boyz : sunwoo / hyunjae / juyeon / jacob / eric

☆ txt : soobin / beomgyu / taehyun treasure : asahi / jihoon / hyunsuk

☆ xg : jurin / chisa

☆ zb1 : jiwoong / hanbin / matthew / taerae

solo artists : woodz, dpr ian, jackson wang . .

(these aren't including my ships, but you might be able to get hints from who i bolded - don't be afraid to ask for clarification though, i'll definitely mention them once we connect).

please prioritise discussing triggers and preferences within the RP. they will always be stated by me during plotting as well. my ‘no’s’ are only detailed self-harm/gore that goes alongside it. i'll let you know if I'm uncomfortable at any point otherwise.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ MISC. NOTES : the most important part of this i would like to make sure is noted is that writing won’t always be a priority for me as i have other hobbies and responsibilities that tend to take up a lot of my free time too. i work two jobs while also taking classes for my university and gaming. i’d appreciate and prefer partners that don’t mind gaps of time between responses and won’t spam or pressure me to be quicker. i've had some bad luck with rp partners that don't understand that and overstep boundaries. i will end the rp if it gets excessive. however, i’m very chatty and enjoy making playlists and pinterest boards alongside our rp au’s so it’d be cool to have partners open to that sort of connection. i’m always down for friendships outside of our rp too so the gaps of time don't feel awkward or stilted.

if all of this sounds good to you and you’re interested in getting to know me as a potential friend or likewise to write, don’t hesitate to dm me on here or head on over to discord and add me; my username is gyumie. ♡

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killerandhealerqueen · 2 years ago

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Can you tell me about your latest idea 👀

Oh, you bet your fucking ass I can.

So, I've been listening to EXO recently and while I was driving, I was thinking about their songs "Monster" and "Lucky One". (I'm not sure which one came first, I'm pretty sure it's Monster but anyways).

So, in the MV in Monster, EXO is basically like...rioting/fighting the system, only to get arrested. And then I think they get taken to a hospital, which we see in "Lucky One". There, they basically break out of the hospital using their powers (EXO's whole concept was original 12 member (now 9) from EXO planet who had different powers: flight, teleportation/shadow travel, lighting, freeze time, telekinesis, fire, water, healing, lighting, ice, and wind) (I do know which member is/was which power, but that's a whole nother ask).

So, my thought was...Jiang Yuelou could be like an "unusual talent" or someone who has supernatural powers who has been labeled a "monster" by the government and like...during a riot or a raid or something, is captured and taken to a hospital where he meets Chen Yuzhi, who is one of the doctors in the program to basically..."strip" the "unusual talents"/"monsters" of their powers. However, Chen Yuzhi is really kind and too nice and starts to realize that uh...hey...this program isn't "stripping" them of their powers and sending them back into society as a normal human...it's killing them.

And then he and Jiang Yuelou meet, Chen Yuzhi slowly gets to realize that the "unusual talents"/"monsters" aren't really "monsters", they're just people with powers. They're not any different from him. And he feels horrible that he's a part of the program and asks Jiang Yuelou to help him free the others, because it's the right thing to do. He and Jiang Yuelou then sort of...stage a "jail break" if you will and help everyone in the program escape and then he and Jiang Yuelou run off together.

(This would probably be a oneshot, not a multi-chaptered fic)

It's very dystopian, sort of Devil Judge, a little bit like my other dystopian au The Revolution, but that's kind of the vibes both MVs were giving. I'll link both MVs so you can kind of understand my thought process

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But thank you for asking!

#sass answers #dana edition #sass talks about her writing

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antiromanticbaby · 1 year ago

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Assigning Songs - Bill Cipher

A playlist for our beautiful Bill Cipher, the lovely depressed god of chaos

➤ Sway - Michael Buble

“Dance with me, make me sway”

➤ Dark Things - Adona

“There are secrets to keep. I've done dark things.”

➤ Paramour - Sub Urban

“Watching it unfold, playing my own role.”

➤ 911 - Ellise

“I think that he like to see the pain in my eyes.”

➤ Panic Room - Au/Ra

“Where all your darkest fears are gonna come for you.”

➤ There's a Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought of It Yet - Panic! At the Disco

“I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it.”

➤ Cirque - Sub Urban

“No need to be in love to have a little romance.”

➤ Cradles - Sub Urban

“I live inside my own world of make-believe.”

➤ Jump - Bts

“Even if I live for a day, I’ll have no regrets.”

➤ Monster - Exo

“I'll ruin you.”

➤ Monster - Besomorph

“You made a monster, I’m your impostor”

➤ Mad Hatter - Melanie Martinez

"All the best people are crazy.”

➤ I wanna be your slave - Måneskin

“I wanna make you love me, then I wanna leave ya.”

➤ Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

“I want the world in my hand.”

➤ Sweet Dreams - Eurythmics

“Sweet dreams are made of this.”

➤ Unholy - Sam Smith

“She'd kick you out if she ever ever knew.”

➤ No More Dream - Bts

“Disobey the hell of a society, grant a special pardon to your dream”

➤ Wires - The Neighbourhood

“You knew the game and played it.”

➤ Devil in Disguise - Elvis Presley and The Jordanaires

“Walk like an angel, talk like an angel.”

➤ Black Swan - Bts

“Killing me now, do you hear me?”

➤ Everybody's Watching Me - The Neighbourhood

“Where can I go? Everybody's watching me.”

➤ Into The Unknown - Over The Garden Wall

“The loveliest lies of all.”

➤ Killing Me Softly - Fugees

“Singing my life with his words.”

➤ We'll Meet Again - Vera Lynn

“Oh I know we'll meet again some sunny day”

#Bill Cipher #Bill #Cipher #Gravity Falls #GF #Gravity Falls Bill #Music #Assigning Songs #Songs #character playlist #Bill Cipher Playlist #playlist bill cipher #playlist #lyrics #I love him too much #he needs a hug #lemme give him a hug

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tinystarstay · 1 year ago

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“so, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me for i, too, am fluent on silence.”

— r. arnold

.ೃ࿐ leave a good review!!

˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ store owner:

jay or star! | 20 years old [12//07] | pronouns: she//her [doesn't mind they//them] | unlabled, demisexual [questioning pansexual and demiromantic] | latina [ecuadorian dominican]

˚ · .˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ fun facts:

infj-t | saggitarius [sun], capricorn [moon] and capricorn [rising] | a gryffindor!! hopless romantic hidden under an anti-romantic | night owl vibes!! favorite trope: enemies to lovers is an illustration major with a minor in computer science

˚ · .˚ · . ˚ · . 🩵🧸☁️ likes: collecting things, gothic literature, reading, writing, drawing, ink, pens, notebooks, sketchbooks, kpop, coffee [iced and hot], tea [iced and hot], books, cafes, disney movies, gore, horror [movies, literature, etc.], enemies to loves [my beloved, yes it has to be mentioned twice], dsmp, twitch, vtubers, most music, frogs, bears, raccoons, mice, horses, silver, jewlery, summer, kdramas [trying to get into more], true crime, soulmates, college aus, anime, oversized hoodies, comfy clothes, strawberries, sweets, blueberries, watermelons, chocolate, morally grey characters, [my beloveds <3], villains [marry me please~], bats, snakes, spiders

˚ · .˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ dislikes: the cold, sitting still, sleeping early [hate the process of falling asleep], napping, not being productive, waking up early [i am not a morning person-]

˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ music i listen to:

kpop: bts, stray kids, ateez, enhypen, nct, txt, seventeen, e'last, onlyoneof, the rose, golden child, big bang, monsta x, got7, block b, pentagon, e'dawn, wonho, dpr ian [still don't know if he's kpop-], p1harmony, xdinary heroes, victon, exo, many many more... jrock: unite, aicle, the gazette, pentagon, mejibray, lycaon//initial l, codomo dragon, born, razor broadway: hamilton, six, heathers, dear evan hansen, wicked, in the heights, sweeny todd, hadestown, beetlejuice other: glass animals, lovejoy, black veil brides, pierce the veil, sleeping with sirens, imagine, dragons, korn, nine inch nails, mother mother, maneskin, sub urban, glaive, vocaloid i listen to wayyyy too much music, i swear this isn't all of it- saw wicked in: 2019 [hs sophmore], beetlejuice on: december 2019 [hs junior], stray kids on: 6.29.22, ateez on: 11.28.22, taylor swift on: 5.14.23

˚ · .˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ streamers//youtubers i like:

wilbur soot, tubbo, ranboolive, tommyinnit, karl jacobs, georgenotfound, dreamwastaken, most of the dsmp members, markiplier, jacksepticeye, mysta rias, vox akuma, ike eveland, most of the nijisanji vtubers, gura gawr, hakos baelz, most hololive//holostars vtubers

˚ · .˚ · . ˚ · . 🩵🧸☁️ games i like:

resident evil series, omori, twisted wonderland, obey me!, a3!, mystic messenger, uta no prince sama, the arcana, colorful stage, rhythm hive, bts world, dark wood, minecraft

˚ · .˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ books i like:

love & gelato, caraval series, 6 of crows, shadow & bone series, scythe series, red queen, night vale books [the podcast is so amazing], gallant, and so many more books...i have like a tub full of them-

˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ anime i like:

toilet bound hanako kun, spy x family, your lie in april, black butler, hunter x hunter, komi can't communicate, assassination classrrom, HAIKYU, blue period, the devil's a partimer, uta no prince sama, attack on titan, kamigami no asobi, deadman wonderland, many many more i can't remember off the top of my head...

˚ · .˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ stan list!! [it would make this wayyy too long if i put it all here-]

Date and Time: July 18th 2024, 11:29 AM EST

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Omg yes they need to play sisters again! I bet your friend was shocked hahahah. I remember spotting random celebs in London constantly it was normal, but always kinda "👁👁"

I'm glad your uni wasn't part of that terrible movie 🔫 🥑 statute?! Photos please?!

Every time someone mentions obsessed fans on Twt or even directly shade certain accounts, some people come at them with the "omg you're jealous" "leave them alone, they support Ateez" "you should be grateful for their photos/videos".... shut up, please. Guess we're not dedicated enough, bestie, cause TRUE fans wouldn't mind travelling through 5 countries and seeing them 15 times in a row

True true the Black Prince guy was an Usui wannabe... omfg I thought you meant Subaru from Diabolik Lovers - another cursed shit

Be my guest and use the line ahhahahahaah, because some foreheads are empty 💔 Wait what day passes on Webtoon? I can still binge-read most things, unless they're finished

It would be sad if this was Loona's end, but they've been mistreated for a long time and maybe they'd be able to come back somehow. If not then at least they'll be free

Also the Korean coach getting a red card? What's going ooooon. England beat Wales 3:0 another war within the United Kingdom nation lmao. Also poor Iranian players, they were forced to sing their national anthem otherwise they'd be tortured???

The funniest thing is Soohyuk isn't even old enough to be Seonghwa's father like??? 😭 But he looks very mature so I get it

You gotta watch Holiday (I would kill for Hwa as Jude Law's character AU 🤲🏻) and Love Rosie because what's going on Baeksy 💀 I genuinely do not remember watching The 5 Year Engagement, I know I did, but it didn't leave any impression on me </3 also I hate Chris Pratt aksgjayskayahbshahashnsna

I'M SORRY BUT ONCE I GET MY HANDS ON SEONGHWA'S PARADIGM COVER I'M GONNA KISS HIM ON HIS LIPSTICK SMEARED MOUTH. This is AK and vampire at the same time O_O I'm in danger. VAMPIRE DEVIL

They really make us pay so much for a regular plastic case... Idk why are Japanese comebacks like that. Mingi's photocards too... but I need to obtain all the Hwa's first 🙃

I also want to keep experiencing blonde Hwa, but he hasn't re-dyed his hair in a while so idk. I saw someone on my timeline tweet "I miss black haired Hwa" I'm about to block, I don't need this kind of negativity 🔫 But yeah better break all the scissors

Grandpa San is still alive?! I'm dying

Oh so it's your turn to dream, heh. Was he your driver as well?

I saw the EXO news and immediately thought of you Baek!

I'm???

This is the worst quiz description I have ever read, no joking 🔪 The only relatable things are my dyed hair and maybe daddy issues (though my mommy issues are stronger lol) and quality time 💀 Baek I'm traumatised. I retook it and it got better

HYUNA AND DAWN?! I'm so sad, but I hope they're happy. Dawn needs to enlist soon, so... 💔

Uhm, this outfit, the Christmas tree, he's my Hallmark movie ML, my Christmas gift... - DV 💖

hello!!! EURO TOUR???

Omg yes they need to play sisters again! I bet your friend was shocked hahahah. I remember spotting random celebs in London constantly it was normal, but always kinda "👁👁"

THEY REALLY NEED TOO! sometimes i think how perfect olivia would’ve been if she was casted in harry potter 😭😭 bestie eVERYONE IN LONDON ATP,, but my uni had the percy jackson cast film recently but the snow storm made it 📉📈📉

I'm glad your uni wasn't part of that terrible movie 🔫 🥑 statute?! Photos please?!

IM SO GLAD TOO DBDBD and the avocado statue 😭😭😭 it’s a vv common hook up spot 😭😭

YOO SERIOUSLY!!! ppl start pulling the “but their content” or “at least there’s dedicated fans” ????? that’s not dedications that’s obsessions??? 😭😭 the difference is minuscule

True true the Black Prince guy was an Usui wannabe... omfg I thought you meant Subaru from Diabolik Lovers - another cursed shit

one can NEVER be a usui, NEVER. no bc both of them are shit 😭😭🤚🏼 hated diabolik lovers with a passion and wILL NEVER WATCH IT omg do u rmr dancing with the devils 👀 ok what’s ur top 3 animes u absolutely hate

Be my guest and use the line ahhahahahaah, because some foreheads are empty 💔 Wait what day passes on Webtoon? I can still binge-read most things, unless they're finished

some foreheads are indeed empty, t’was me last night <3 wAIT WAIT WAIT??? THEY TOOK IT OFF??? i remember it was like i could only read one ep for 24 hours bc of the free pass they gave and they’d only give one pass 😭😭 but saw men of harem at its season 1 finale and guess that’s what im reading tn <3

It would be sad if this was Loona's end, but they've been mistreated for a long time and maybe they'd be able to come back somehow. If not then at least they'll be free

it really would be but i think the fans won’t let them die! stan loona will be everywhere, i hope bbc isn’t petty but i know they will be bc they might not get the name trademark unless sm signs them bc lsm and-

NOO WHAT IS GOING ONNNN,, IM SCREAMING I SAW IT ON TWT WHYS THERE A WAR ARENT YALL BASICALLY THE SAME 😭😭😭 istg the older man crying had me so sad bc it’s not even sad atp it’s just literal insane fear,,, ALSO??? GERMANY??? JAPAN??? germany could’ve got like 12 goals if not for the constant hit on the net,,, begging them to loose so argentina wins against them once at least 😭😭

The funniest thing is Soohyuk isn't even old enough to be Seonghwa's father like??? 😭 But he looks very mature so I get it

u know what he’s old enough to be?? our sugar daddy im gonna dm for info <3 and then hand in marriage <3 IF NOT HIS DAD THEN HIS BROTHER

ILL KEEP IT IN MY WATCHLIST MY FINALS ARE ALMOST OVER U BET IM WATCHING EVERY SINGLE ROMCOM RELEASED,, U HATE CHRIS PRATT??? WHAT’D HE DO TO U 😭😭

I'M SORRY BUT ONCE I GET MY HANDS ON SEONGHWA'S PARADIGM COVER I'M GONNA KISS HIM ON HIS LIPSTICK SMEARED MOUTH. This is AK and vampire at the same time O_O I'm in danger. VAMPIRE DEVIL /// They really make us pay so much for a regular plastic case... Idk why are Japanese comebacks like that. Mingi's photocards too... but I need to obtain all the Hwa's first 🙃

FBWNDBWK U BETTER ANON U NEED TO GET UR HANDS ON IT DO IT DO IT DO IT !!! ur so right, the perfect vampire human au <3 hwa twilight when yEAAAHH bc like the jpn albums don’t tend to have a lot of photo books pages no? like super thin, so why we pay more ayo 😭😭

blond hair hwa >>> yellow blond hair hwa,,, COME ON THERES SOMEONE EVERY TWO DAYS SAYING THEY MISS BLACK HAIR HWA, OKAY! WE GET IT! BUT LET OTHER COLOURS LIVE A LITTLE 😭😭😭

Grandpa San is still alive?! I'm dying /// Oh so it's your turn to dream, heh. Was he your driver as well?

ITS SO FUNNY 😭😭😭 one of my friends goikg to the concert is doikg the attorney woo sign “woo to the young to the woo” for wooyoung fbdb,,,

he unfortunately was not my driver. apparently i didn’t know this was a thing but apparently i have a chase kink, and it was like?? he was running after me?? we were in a uni setting and i was like “no! im not gonna talk to u!” and kept running bc he was laughing, but i had this like nervous giddiness and i was running and running knowing he was behind me and he kept tryna come in front out of nowhere but i would duck and run?? and i tried hiding but like the entire school was in on it??? THIS IS MY YN STORY ANON,, and i opened a class door and was greeted with a ongoing class and my sibling sitting there going “wtf?” and i rmr yelling “shit” out loud and i thought it was so loud that i yelled it outside of my sleep,, YEAH AND LILE I KEPT WAKING UP,, BUT EVERYTIME I CLSOED NY EYES THE DREAM WOULD PICK UP FROM THERE,, this is my yn story <3

I saw the EXO news and immediately thought of you Baek!

bestie what’s happening, woke up to ateez EURO TOUR????? and i hadn’t even opened my eyes properly and they went full wide and i internally screamed dv anon, NOW superm (he’s gone???) cb??? ateez already in canada???? in this snow 🙂🙂

TAEYANG CB??? AND NOW EXO 😭😭🤚🏼 NCT SAUDI??? nct habibi era <3

I'm???

LMFAOOO???? THE LAST ONE?? this is like university au, those clique of guys who do nothing but good around and major in computer science or business

anon the way my jaw. 👁👄👁 okay say what u wanna 🤚🏼👁👄👁🤚🏼

HYUNA AND DAWN?! I'm so sad, but I hope they're happy. Dawn needs to enlist soon, so... 💔

BRO??? THE ULTIMATE SHOCK EVER??? OUT OF NOWHERE??? the “i don’t believe in love” comments coming up now 😭😭 and 🧍🏻‍♀️AND

Uhm, this outfit, the Christmas tree, he's my Hallmark movie ML, my Christmas gift... - DV 💖

oh his hair. oh. my god. HE IS THE EPITOME OF A HALLMARK MOVIE OH MY GOD

🙂 giving very the junior who tutors u

uHHH

he’s sO????

also bestie what’s up with the euro tour pricing 😭😭

ITS CHRISTMAS SEASON BESTIE!! which also means ur birthday is coming close from what i rmr 🔫 pls skip to 00:09 seconds pls

and u know this guy?

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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gliese710 · 4 years ago

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Love - The Punishment: Part 2

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Y/N

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Summary: Y/N is a low ranked devil who finds her joy in the smallest of mischiefs. If only a certain angel could mind his own business.

Masterpost

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It's been three days since Kyungsoo got his freedom back, and three days since he has developed this neverending restless feeling.

He can't concentrate on anything with that wicked devil constantly occupying his mind, despite at last freeing him. Maybe...no certainly he had been too harsh. Guilt has been eating up at him since that day.

It's just guilt, he tries to convince himself. He's an angel after all, not supposed to be harsh to anyone. But a vague feeling of yearning keeps nagging at some corner of his heart. Maybe because he had gotten used to the endless chatters and now the silence is almost tangible. He'll grow out of it, he keeps telling himself.

Two more days were enough for him to accept the fact that he misses you; not the chitter-chatters, not the constant hustle and not the small time of breather he got out of an abrupt change in his routined life, but you. Hell, he even wishes you would somehow start following him around again.

He is craving the feeling of having a friend, even if they don't share the same morals. He realizes morals have nothing to do with friendship.

You sit at the bank of a river, feet dangling below, touching the water just enough to wet your soles. It's comforting, away from all the chaos, being lazy and doing nothing. The silence is comforting.

You stare at the flowing water, gaze blank, thinking about nothing.

"Kyungsoo, " a voice so familiar you could distinguish it amongst thousand other sounds snaps you out of your daze.

Turning your head quickly, you look at him with widening eyes. He looks a little fidgety, nonetheless speaks again.

"My name...it's Kyungsoo."

Your lips twitch up in a smile on their own, eyes beaming with genuine happiness, and Kyungsoo reflects the same expression when he sees yours.

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"Oh, you sure are ticklish," you say, a sly smirk etched on your lips, chasing him up in the sky.

"I told you I'm not," he barks, trying to fly as far from your reach as possible.

You snicker, "Then get your ass back here you coward."

He doesn't counter. He can't.

The chase continues, air filled with your laughter and endless bickers.

Days with Kyungsoo has been just like this. Vibrant.

"I wish I'd met you sooner," you tell him one day, legs splayed on the beach, watching the sunset, breathless after one of your chasing sessions.

Silence engulfs you for a while before he swallows the lump in his throat, "Me too," he whispers in a pained voice.

Black and white, pure and evil, light and darkness; one cannot exist in the presence of other. You two were never meant to be together. Yet the thought that your days are numbered painfully clenches at your heart.

And though none of you ever brought this up before, you know it pains him too.

Serving the earth is a duty for angels, each allowed a specific amount of time to watch over it and then return to heaven. New angels take their place. Whereas for devils, it's their punishment. After repenting in hell, their fates get determined by their crimes. Either they get sent back to the world, reincarnated, to live a more meaningful life or if the committed sin was unrepentable, they get turned into devils, to serve the purpose for assigned time before simply perishing.

You exhale a shaky breath, "Kyungsoo, what sin do you think I committed that I still haven't repented enough?"

He looks down at his hands, unresponsive. Forcing out a humorless chuckle, you continue, "This whole system is so fucked up, don't you think? Why create something so useless only to tarnish something so beautiful? Why-"

Kyungsoo turns fast, panic written all over his face. "Y/N I didn't mean it. I'm so sorry for that day. It was my fau-" he rushes out the words before you interrupt him.

"You don't have to apologize Kyungsoo. I know you didn't mean it. But it doesn't change the fact that it was all true."

"It's not true Y/N," he repeats with too much guilt in his eyes and you scoff, looking away.

"You know as well as I do that we can't alter human's decisions. We can intensify their hidden desire or maybe provoke them a little but the end result remains in their hand. They choose which way to lean on, we just give them options. The monsters live within themselves."

He places a hand on top of yours and gives it a gentle squeeze. Your eyes start to glisten.

"Without evil, there would be no definition for good. Everything has a purpose in this universe, and the world would be a chaos without even one of it. Different purposes are what keep the world in balance."

With a smile and eyes full of tears you nod.

Kyungsoo too smiles and the gentle breeze blows all the worries away...for now.

You know, you can feel your time coming to an end. But for now, you choose to pretend, so that when the time actually comes you'd have no regrets.

And so you live, like there's no tomorrow, like there's nothing odd, like it was always meant to be this way.

You fill your days with mutual bliss.

"You'll live upon my terms today," you say one morning, lips pulled up in a wicked grin.

Kyungsoo cocks an eyebrow, eyes inquiring.

"I'm the evil queen today and you're going to serve me."

Kyungsoo laughs, amusement clear in his eyes. "As you wish, your Highness," he says, voice playful.

You drag him to the same house you two first met.

"Remember, you aren't supposed to be involved, " you eye him questioning and he nods, a little nervous.

Satisfied, you concentrate on the task.

The boy was already sulking, this time because he didn't get his desired PlayStation. Brat.

You succeed easily, a triumphant smile on your face as the TV shatters into pieces.

Kyungsoo winces but changes his expression into neutral once you avert your gaze towards him.

"Doing good?" you ask him, voice teasing.

He sticks his tongue out resulting you to chuckle.

"So, which did you enjoy more? The TV's cruel fate, the boy's utter lack of obedience or..." he squints his eyes playfully, "my helplessness?"

"Oh, you know..." you wink at him before dragging him out, "Come on now, we can't waste all our day here. I'm only queen for one day, gotta make the most out of it."

Later that day, you sit on the grass, cross-legged, brows furrowed and a whiny pout on your face.

"Y/N I swear it wasn't intentional, I don't even know how it happened. I just couldn't stop myself," Kyungsoo tries to convince you, desperately trying to make you look at him.

You refuse to comply though. You are beyond pissed at him, for he has, once again interrupted in your act.

"Look at me, please, " he puts a hand on your shoulder but you harshly shove it away, moving your head sideways.

Again, he shifts in front of you, "I'm so sorry, please forgive me?" he pleads in the most honey-like gentle voice of his and your facade starts to crack.

Struggling to keep the frown intact on your face, you eventually give up, breaking into a laughter at his utterly wary self.

"You look so cute, " you say, in between laughing hard.

Kyungsoo just watches you in amusement.

You stop laughing when your eyes fall on his face. He looks ethereal. It's like fall in a spell, gaze moving from his eyes to nose to his lips...oh those lips look very inviting and in a stance you start leaning forward.

He doesn't move, not his body not his gaze, like he's also in a spell, the glint in his eyes changing to something indescribable.

A dog starts barking suddenly, breaking you both out of your stance. You flinch a little and then move back to your position awkwardly.

Kyungsoo clears his throat before standing up, proceeding to hold one of his hands toward you, the other behind him, in a bowing posture.

"Allow me, your Highness," he dramatically states and you laugh, offering him your hand.

He helps you stand up, then kneels infront of you, head hanging beneath, "This lowly creature is at your mercy now my queen."

"Hmm...so what do you think your punishment should be?"

Kyungsoo looks up at you before answering, "I suggest you spare my life this once and in exchange I'll gift you the best day of your life."

"It sounds pretty tempting-"

"Oh, you'll love it your Highness, please think about it."

You pretend to be in deep thought, "Ok, I'll take the offer for now. But if you fail to impress me by the end of the day, I'll take your head as compensation."

He smirks, "Sure, your Highness. I'm all yours."

Your cheeks go bright red at the way he stated it. You try to hide it by averting your gaze.

Kyungsoo lets out an amused chuckle before interlacing your hand with his. He ushers you to take flight and you do, holding hands.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

And the rest of the journey goes completely silent.

You stare at him as if he has hit his head doing the dumbest thing possible.

"What?"

He rolls his eyes and huffs out a frustrated sigh, "Just trust me okay?"

You sigh at his pleading look, "I guess there's nothing to lose anyway, your head's a pretty good deal."

His face lits up and you feel a slight tug at your heart.

Kyungsoo has brought you to an amusement park, which you thought at first was because there will be far too many opportunities for you to annoy people, and you felt excited for a short while before he informed you of his plans.

"We're going to try out the rides," he had said like it was the most normal thing to do.

You wonder from where did Kyungsoo get this weird idea, you've never seen any of your kind do this before.

You aren't complaining though. Being with him is enough for you, but of course you aren't going to let him know that.

Kyungsoo asks you to choose the rides. You can tell he's hoping you would choose the less scary ones, but it's your day and you're not giving up an opportunity like this to see a scared Kyungsoo.

He goes a little stiff beside you as you head towards the roller coaster ride.

"You're not afraid right?" you ask him tauntingly.

He scoffs, instantly putting on a brave face, "You're forgetting I can fly. What's even there to be afraid of?"

You smirk, before literally screaming, " Then let's gooooo..." pulling him along with you.

"Sit tight, don't let the wind blow you away," you wink at him and he gives you a glare.

The ride starts slowly, "It's boring, " you say, feigning a yawn.

"It hasn't even started yet, " he scowls.

"But it's-" Kyungsoo puts a finger on your lips, "Shushhh."

You roll your eyes but shut your mouth anyway.

He doesn't scream like the humans do, too prideful to give his fear away, but the extra pressure in your hand which he hasn't let go for once since the very beginning is enough to know.

The ride goes well, for you anyway, with you laughing your lungs out more at the bloodless pale sight of Kyungsoo than the thrill of the ride.

He clearly isn't fond of these, yet he lets you jump from one ride to another, each one scarier than the former. Not once does his smile falter.

Kyungsoo literally stumbles out on wobbly legs after your fourth ride on Drop Tower. You particularly loved this one very much. But now as you are looking at his breathless form you can't help but feel a little guilty.

This shouldn't be happening. You should be selfish. Anyone's suffering should purely serve for your satisfaction. But somewhere along the line, everything changed. Your purposes, your rationales, basically your whole track now revolved around an angel. An angel who should be your absolute enemy. And yet here you are.

"Where to now?" Kyungsoo breaks your stance, brows raised teasingly, as he caught you staring at him for far too long.

You shake your head, smiling, not at all embarrassed at getting caught, "Let's end it here."

This is when his smile falters, not entirely but enough to point out the sadness in his eyes. The inevitable, which you both unspokenly decided to push back in your mind for the day- your last day, finally sinks in, and you blink rapidly to keep in your tears.

You've been fading noticeably since this morning. You both know it's going to be your last sunset, which is not much time from now.

"Let's take a rest," he says, a sad smile plastered on his face. Let's spend the last moments together.

He guides you towards the ferries wheel to sit on top of it, your hands still joined together. The sun is still quite visible from here, atleast till the tall buildings start to engulf it.

For a while, you sit there in silence, staring into oblivion. Then exhaling a shaky breath you look at Kyungsoo to find him watching you with a look in his eyes you can't decipher.

"I guess this is it then," you say, forcing a smile.

He just stares blankly.

"You can keep your head, it indeed was the best day of my life," you try to lighten up the mood a little but he still doesn't respond, "It was fun seeing you so scare—"

"Y/N," he calls, eyes fixed on you, "Would you call it love?"

Your breath hitches. You stare at him wide-eyed, unable to form any words.

"I'm promised all the happiness in heaven and still I don't want to go back. I want to stay here, with you, forever. Is it foolish?"

A forced chuckle escapes your lips, "It is very foolish..." you raise a brow, "but I like foolish thoughts."

Shaking his head, he lets out a small laugh.

You look at the ethereal creature infront of you and gulp the lump in your throat.

"Kyu...Kyungsoo, " you croak out, "Do you think it's part of my punishment?"

He gives you a confused look.

You gulp again before continuing, "I'm not supposed to feel anything good, love isn't a feeling I could perceive. Then why do I feel it?"

You return your gaze towards the far sky.

"I thought about it a lot. I think it's my ultimate punishment, I wouldn't have dread perishing if I didn't get a taste of heaven, " taking a sharp breath you continue, "Thank you, Kyungsoo. Though only for a short time, thank you for being the heaven in my hell."

"Y/N, believe me, I wouldn't exchange any heaven for you, I..." The lump in his throat felt painful and words turned into a jumbled mess which couldn't be delivered to express his emotions. So he did the only thing that could.

And when your lips met, so deeply that you could finally taste his soul, pure and serene, and the love he felt for you, the sadness for the inevitable separation— all so strong you could feel them like your own and you knew he could feel yours too.

The lights lit up the entire park to bid goodbye to the mighty sun, and with mingled tears, intertwined tongues and closed eyes, you bid farewell to the world too.

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exprimidordefresas · 4 years ago

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Today is a good day to be Chilean mierda. Let's go for a New constitution. Chile is the winner tonight and I'm so glad I got to be part of the people who voted for the new beginning.

P.D sorry for all the hashtag. I just want you to see what Chile did.

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lylzisgood · 5 years ago

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#baekhyun #exo #byun baekhyun #bbh #baekhyun moodboard #exo moodboard #baekhyun edit #exo edit #baekhyun aesthetic #exo aesthetic #lucky one aecthetic #devil au #call the devil #hell #handsome devil #devil moodboard #devil aesthetic #monster au #baekhyun hot

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iridescentxstars · 5 years ago

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in the club — kim jongin

➳ published: 26.09.19 ➳ devil!au || boss!au || genre: smut || rated: m ➳ pairing: kim jongin x reader ➳ summary: Months of playing with the devil has caused you to be bold enough to try something you normally would have been to scared to do. ➳ word count: <1.k ➳ author’s note: me @ 12am to @yeoldontknow: I’M HAVING THIS IDEA Kat’s response: *side eye emoji* maybe you should write it out... SO I DID

< Confession

Fingers slowly begin to trace down a taut abdomen, the hiss of his breath singing in your ears as you roll your hips and feel his erection under you. Dark eyes meet yours as you bite your lip and imagine how good it would feel to have him inside you, the loud music thumping around you and nobody is paying attention...

“I know you’re not wearing any panties, baby,” he smirks, watching the blush on your cheeks deepen, “the music is loud enough, nobody is watching, why don’t you just do what you’ve been planning since you returned from the bathroom?” You open your mouth, wanting to ask but his hands come to rest on your hips, pushing you down harder as you grind on him. “How’d I know? You bent over a little as you went down, giving me a nice little view of that pussy.”

Jongin’s hands begin to explore your body, he frowns when he realises he can’t just strip you free of this sexy, black ensemble you decided to wear tonight. He may be able to entice you into trying things you’ve always wanted but Jongin knows that there are limits to these fantasies.

“Can-can I?” Your fingers trace along the waistband of his dress pants, just above his pubic area and the tickling feeling arousing him more than making him squirm. “I-I want to try, I want you inside of me and to fuck you in time with the music.” Jongin moans softly, the sound being drowned out by the music around you but you see him nod as he tilts his head back.

You undo his button, slowly dragging the zipper down and adjust your position a little so you can release his cock from the confides of his briefs. Precum beads at the tip, your thumb rubs over it, spreading the salty liquid around before positioning yourself above his cock and slide down; the stretch feels so good, even better as you think about how nobody knows what you’re doing, how you’re about to fuck your boss in the club without anyone knowing.

Jongin watches you, breathing heavily as you set the pace in time with the music. You alternate between bouncing on his cock to rolling your hips and grinding against him; he can see which one hits your g-spot better because every time you grind on him, you gasp at the way his cock hits the spot just right.

He’s had you in so many places, so many positions and heard you confess so many dirty things as he’s tied you to the bed and created a sweet, sensual torture to the erogenous parts of your body until you shake and beg for him to fuck you. This surprises him though, this is the first time in months where you’ve taken control and Jongin isn’t complaining.

He loves it, loves having you take control and watching you act out your desires. What you do to him is bad for him, you’re bad for him but Jongin isn’t complaining because he loves it too much - he couldn’t resist when you first stepped into his office for your interview, when you started seeing him in his office and now, going with him wherever he wanted.

You bite your lip, nails digging into the skin of his abdomen as your walls clench around him. You’re close and Jongin wants to hear, wants to see you come undone with pleasure. “Look at me,” he demands, you whimper as you maintain eye contact. “That’s a good girl, I want to be the one in this crowd that sees how fucking sexy you look as you cum.”

The way your eyes glaze over, your body shaking as every nerve in your body burns with white hot pleasure and his name leaving your lips, are the things he loves most in this world. “Good girl,” he whispers as you collapse against him, stroking your back as he lets you rest for a second, “now it’s my turn.”

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exolstice-blog · 6 years ago

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i almost died the moment i encountered you,

my mind was hazy,

my sights were thorn,

there was only you who caught my attention,

the moment my breath stumbled...

i belonged to no one anymore.

| show me | a concept |

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fairyshuuu · 7 years ago

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Solance; Revisited I

Genre: Devil!au, Angel!au Length: 3.6k Author’s note: This is a continuation of one of my favorite stories, called Solance, but it can be read alone. For my sweetest @kookiie-bear, you’ve been waiting too long. I hope you’ll like it~

The room is completely silent apart from the taps of your heels, echoing on the stone walls like a steady rhythm. You smile. Normally, it’s not this silent when you are around. Normally, there’s more screams. Right as you think that, you pass the black door, icy pull making you look up. It’s made out of a sort of black mirror, allowing you to watch your own reflection. You’re dressed in all black, tight around your curves, with thigh high lace up boots. Your top is made of a near see-through fabric, revealing the lace bra below, with two extra straps that wrap around your chest and neck. Your pants are of a very tight leather, that makes your ass look immensely good. And to think you would have talked down on people who dressed like this before.

You take a deep breath, and push open the door, ignoring the icy cold shock that runs over your skin. The room you enter in is the same familiar deep maroon color as the stone outside, though it feels much warmer here. Your eyes flick to the fireplace then, and around the room. Of course He would put the fire on. Crazy man and his insatiable nature. The painfully neutral face turns to the door when you move, obsidian eyes finding yours. He leans back in his chair then, looking ever so bored, as he runs a hand through his fiery red hair.

You flick your light colored hair over your shoulder, and tilt your head at the man across the room, popping out your hip. “I swear you are trying to get me to take off even more clothes than I already do.” The tall man looks up again, a small grin spreading on his face, while you walk closer. You swing your hips even more than usual than when closing in on him, fighting the knowing grin off your face when he leans back into the plush of his seat. If anyone could get every woman he set his eyes on, it would be Him, you muse. Well, every woman, except for you. When you get to his throne, you bow your head ever so slightly, before walking up even farther, and leaning right up into his space to hover next to his ear. “I doubt Jongin would appreciate that very much though.” You whisper, a cocky smile breaking through when you lean back.

The flame haired man just stretches his hands, smiling in agreement. His deep voice trembles through the room then, though he doesn’t move his lips at all. Beelzebub. Nice to see you’re back. How was your trip? He smiles wider when you huff in annoyance, turning away from him. You can get any man to melt, except for this one. Though you know he still likes what he sees.

Absentmindedly, your hands find the two daggers on your belt, as you twist them around between your fingers in thought. “It went as planned. A little fun here, a little terror there. Mankind is still painfully unreligious, it seems.” You chuckle then, biting your lip. “How innocent.” You twirl one of the hooked daggers around, before suddenly tossing it. The metal slices through the plush of the throne with a sharp sound, sticking in only a hair away from the man’s face, who’s smile is wider than ever now. You just run a hand behind your neck, pulling the hair over your shoulder, and walk back over, coming to sit on the armrest of the chair. “Enough about me, my Lord,” you smirk, pulling the knife out if the fabric, and lean your chin on your palm, “what about your plans?”

Not much to tell yet. Now move, little devil, I have things to do. He raises his brows when you hop off the throne, and pull air through your teeth to make a ‘tsk’ sound.

You grin then, walking towards the door backwards as you gesture your hands down the length of your body. “Nothing, devil. I’m all human, baby.” You twirl your blades in your hands once more, before sliding them back in the loops on your belt. You pause then, and tap your fingers on your thigh before pushing open the door and sighing deeply. You just turn around once more, smile slipping off completely. “You should come play with us again, Chanyeol. You’re not having enough fun. Live a little. That’s your role in this whole show, remember?”

When the door falls shut behind you, you shake your head to yourself, before moving again. Your long legs easily cross the remainder of rooms to your destination, as you push open the double doors with a wicked grin. “The boss has returned, boys!”

All the pitch black eyes in the room turn to you then, before a ruckus breaks out, multiple men rushing over to you. One of the ones who reaches you first through all the people, is Baekhyun, smile wide as ever. His dark maroon is split 6:4, revealing his forehead, while he runs his tongue over his sharp teeth. “Belle. Nice to see you’re back.” Many of the other men are calling your name too, which causes Baekhyun to lean closer to you to stay above the noise. “Did you tell Jongin when you’d be back, because I think he’s a little busy right now?”

You shake your head at his question, before looking over the mess of men, who are about to get into fights, some already rolling over each other in punches, trying to get to you. Everyone wants favors, and you’re the only one who is willing to give them. You smile. Only a few though, which is why everyone is so desperate. When it gets too loud for your liking, you take a stance in front of the blur of men, heels clicking on the dark floor, while Baekhyun smirks knowingly. “Boys.” They are too busy beating each other to pieces to hear. “Boys!” Suddenly it goes silent, as everyone’s eyes move to your shape again, most of them straightening up. “Slow down, little demons. There’s enough of this,” you put your hands on your hips, “for everyone. Now, be good, and sit down again.”

With a giggle you blow them a kiss, making their faces twist in agony for just a second as the sizzling air touches them, before they all slow down and take their seats again. You turn back to Baekhyun then, who is leaning on the bar, while taking a bite of an apple.

His cocky smile is still in place when he licks is lips. “That was incredibly hot. Are you sure you’re Jongin’s?”

You laugh with a hand on your chest then, real amusement filling you. “Baekhyun, sweetie,” you run a nail along his sharp jaw, as he shudders under your touch, “you have a harem of bitches who are waiting for you back home.” Right when he wants to retort, you tilt your head at him. “I’m a full commitment, love. I don’t share.”

Baekhyun groans then, tossing his head back. “But I do~” he whines, before looking back at you when he sees you walk away. “And who knew the Devil’s second in command would have such a nice ass?!”

Again, you laugh, moving through the people, while Baekhyun follows behind. “I don’t know, Kyungsoo did have a great ass too.” Your eyes automatically pull to the side when you spot the raven haired man. “Speak of the devil and he shall reveal himself.”

Kyungsoo raises just one of his thick brows, though his eyes stay on the wooden rod he’s sharpening. “Belle. Didn’t expect you back so soon.” He grins then, making his lips into a heart shape. “How did home feel with that human ass?” He says it as a sneer, before finally connecting his eyes with yours.

You chuckle, though you don’t move your eyes from his, as your hands rest on your daggers automatically. The tension keeps rising the longer the silence drags on, before you finally cave, smiling widely. You bend down and place a soft kiss on Kyungsoo’s cheek, blinking softly now. “Didn’t miss me too much, did you?”

“Never.” Kyungsoo chuckles, before moving his eyes to a slightly enchanted Baekhyun, who was most definitely staring at your ass again.

When he notices, Baekhyun straightens up, pulling air through his teeth. “Why does he get to tap that, but I don’t?” He pouts then, red hair falling across his face as he takes a step towards you, and places his hands on your hips. “I promise I’ll treat you well.”

It doesn’t even take a second for your dagger to be pressed against the curve of Baekhyun’s throat though, as he swallows deeply. You smile sweetly at him, eyes peering into his wide ones, grinning when you see the fear swim there. You softly lean into him, pressing your warm lips to his cold cheek, before pulling back and moving from his grip entirely. “Don’t play with fire, Baekhyun, or you’ll get burned-” You chuckle again, cocking your head at Kyungsoo, “and fire is my specialty, dear.”

Kyungsoo gets up to follow you, both of you leaving behind a shocked Baekhyun, as you leave through the far door. In these halls, the fire is dimmed, making it rest in an almost complete darkness. You know where you’re going though, since you’ve been here a lot in the past centuries. More than you’d like to admit to anyone. Kyungsoo walks next to you in silence for a while, until even he feels the need to break the tension. “Fire is your specialty, huh?”

You bite back a smile. “Well, something like that, right?” Kyungsoo hums, though you can see him eyes roam the halls, curious to where you think you’re going. Apart from your Master and Jongin, Kyungsoo is the only person you would truly consider a friend down here. He’s also the only one who knows of your history before your name became Belle. With a shudder, you remember that day.

Tears running down your face, as you sit in front of his door on your knees, bruised, broken. Even after all these immortal years, you’re not blind to the pain that crosses hell every day. Screams ring out, as you press your hands to your ears in panic. “Kyungsoo, please!” You scream, just praying he’ll let you in. The door clicks out of lock then, and you scramble up and inside as quickly as you can.

The dark figure standing in the hallway just watches as you toss the door closed, trying to hide from the agonizing screams, and lock it just as quickly. You slide down then, burying your face in your hands, as you sob. You can’t. Chanyeol has to pick some other soul. You can feel Kyungsoo’s chilly gaze move over your form, hand crossed over his wide chest and big eyes blinking slowly.

You push yourself up, not caring about the consequences right now, and run over to him, in need of any kind of comfort now Jongin is gone. He’s out, and won’t come back until later, but you don’t have until later. You’re dealing with the devil after all. You throw your hands around Kyungsoo’s waist, and push your face into his chest, shaking softly. “I can’t do it, Kyungsoo, please. He has to find someone else. Why can’t you just-” Your sobbing only get’s worse. “Please. P-please. I’m begging you.”

Eventually, Kyungsoo breaks, wrapping his strong arms around you too, which only makes you cry harder. If Kyungsoo has any kind of compassion, there’s no way out. He won’t choose someone else. You are His pick, that’s it. “You can run.” He whispers, brushing your hair gently, “for a while.”

You shake your head, pulling him closer. “You know I can’t. I have Jongin.”

Kyungsoo goes silent then, biting his words. Eventually, he pats your shoulders, before pulling back. “It’ll be over soon. You’ll get used to it. The first years are the hardest.”

The halls are completely silent, only your steps ringing out now, as you take a deep breath. “Where’s Jongin?” The man next to you pauses, before swallowing. You turn to him then, a frown deep on your face. “Where is he?” The silence drags on longer when he stops walking, so you turn to him. “Kyungsoo! Where is Jongin?”

“There’s been some problems. You remember how you got here, right?” His dark eyes find yours through long lashes. You shudder at the memory, and nod. “His time is almost up. When he’s done burning-” You don’t need to hear more, and look up to the ceiling. They couldn’t.

“Where is Jongin? I need to see him.” You repeat now, ignoring the slight panic in your voice. No. You’re not losing control again. Not now you’ve just gotten used to all this. Kyungsoo doesn’t even have to open his mouth, as soon as he lifts his arm in the direction, you’re sprinting down the halls.

You get to the familiar door, and take a deep breath. Everything would be fine. You walk through the glass, shuddering slightly in the cold, before putting your hand on your chest when you pass through. You felt that. When you look up though, your eyes find the bright white portal immediately. A giant portal, light beaming from all corners, with giant marble pillars and gold flowers growing around them. The other side is quite the fan of show display. Then your eyes find the people standing in front of them. Jongin.

You rush over to him, and cling onto his arm, looking at him with big eyes. Jongin looks down at you too, a relieved look in his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything. You know he can’t, not in proximity to these creatures. You look at the other familiar demon, that nods at you. Minseok. Then your eyes find the more lush people in the room, who look at the three of you with some distaste. Sehun and Yixing. Of course they would be sent. Light and dark.

Sehun’s sharp face is still perfect, dark hair falling over his forehead, leaving his bright blue eyes free. He’s dressed in completely white, obviously, a gold necklace around his neck, the name Abaddon written on it. White wings on display, held proudly behind him. His stern brows pull together even more at your arrival, before a grin paints on his lips. “Would you look at that. The one and only Beelzebub. How fun of you to join us.” He tilts his head, and chuckles. “I presume this attracts even your attention.” You can’t help the face you pull at him. He has always reminded you of a snake, with open jaws, ready to nap at anything in his surroundings.

You look over Yixing too, who sports the same clothing, only has the name Gabriel written on his necklace. He tuts his lips at Sehun’s sharp tongue, bowing his head to you instead. You bow back a bit, not letting go of Jongin’s arm. He just tightens his arm around your waist and holds you closer, clear aversion on his handsome face. Yixing blinks, before his bright green eyes find yours, from under his blonde hair. “Beelzebub. Seems we’ve come to quite the conundrum. There’s a soul that’s almost done burning, and is allowed into Heaven soon. Only, it seems to be chained…” he looks back at Sehun a second, who grins in amusement and shakes is wings, “to you.”

It’s only now that Jongin speaks up. “Is there no way to break the bond? You cannot possibly want to take the Devil’s right hand with to Heaven.”

Yixing nods. “That would be less than ideal, yes. But since she’s … more human than most of us, if the bond is not broken, that is what will happen.” He puts his hand out to you then, that you take with a little skepticism. His eyes close, as he takes a deep breath. When his eyes open again, they are gold, completely. “Her soul is yours, but his soul is ours. The bond can’t be broken that simply. A deal with the devil lasts for eternity.” He lets your hand go quickly, blinking a couple times as his eyes fade back to green.

You take a step back and take a deep breath, before gathering yourself again. Chanyeol did this. He did this, so He will have a plan too. Nothing just goes over His head like that, He wouldn’t just forget. Your confidence fills again when that realization hits, and you roll your head. Jongin and Minseok feel it too, the tilt in gravity in your body, so when a smirk comes to Minseok’s face, you just raise your eyebrow at Sehun.

He frowns at your sudden change, and takes a small step back. You run your hand through your hair once, biting your lip. “Well. It seems that the Devil has worked himself into some trouble then, doesn’t it?” You stride over to Sehun then, hips swaying with your steps as the tall man blinks. Even angels have their weak spots. For this particular one it just so happens to be … women. You walk around him slowly, teasingly, as you run your sharp nails from his chest to his shoulder and back muscles, before leaning up to hover your lips over his ear.

“Doesn’t that sound familiar, Sehun? Maybe there’s some changes happening in His plan for all of us, after all.” You chuckle softly as you see Sehun shiver ever so slightly, though his face stays stone. You wink from your spot to Jongin for a second, who is just enjoying every part of this. Since you know Jongin doesn’t mind, you swing your arms around Sehun’s shoulders, his wings fluttering as your body meets them, and kiss the skin just below his ear, biting playfully. “What do you say, little angel? Ready to lose your virginity after eternity of being pure?” Sehun breathes out slowly, before shaking you off, with a grunt.

You skip back over to Jongin with a chuckle, Sehun gathering himself for just a moment. “Just fix this mess and don’t play, Belle.”

“Oh, but Sehun,” you just grin, taking your spot under Jongin’s arm again, “playing around is what I do.”

Yixing clears his throat then, looking slightly uncomfortable at the entire happening. Even he has desires, maybe not women necessarily, but something, and you’ll uncover them if you get the chance. “Good. Message is delivered. Hopefully, we don’t have to see you again soon.”

You laugh at that, and rest your hands on your belt, running your thumbs over your knives. “I hope for the opposite, boys. Maybe more angels will be falling, soon. I’ll be waiting for that day.” Something shimmers is Sehun’s eyes, but he walks over to the portal with Yixing eventually, both man stepping through with a bright light.

“Okay,” you sigh, heels tapping on the stone once again, though this time He doesn’t look up, “explain. I know this was your doing. What’s the plan?” The redhead doesn’t look up from his hands, that are covered in blood. The fluid drips from his fingers on the glass table, twisting the toll into an infinite spin. His eyes don’t raise from the little toy, though he does purse his lips. You sigh, but are too impatient to play around. You need answers. “Master?”

Politeness is always appreciated. He walks away from the table, not minding the blood as it drips on his perfectly clean floor. You wonder where the blood comes from, but you then remember you don’t really care. There’s something big coming, my little devil. The tall man turns on his heels, eyes glazy and unfocused, holding his steps right in front of you. Can’t you taste it in the air? His hand lifts then, thumb pressing on your bottom lip. Can’t you feel it pulling at the end of your spine? His thumb slips in and rests on your tongue, and suddenly you feel like you’re choking.

You can’t breathe, something thick and heavy flowing down your air pipe in a way that numbs you. Chanyeol’s dark eyes don’t leave your face while he does it, whatever it is he’s doing. There’s a moment where his chest stops moving, and then you pull away. You look behind you, blackness, look back in front, blackness. Chanyeol is gone. Everything is. It’s quiet, like icy claws trailing down your stomach and legs. When the darkness clears there’s just gray, and black smoke, a thick layer of mist shrouding in front of your eyes.

And then the sound of thousands of feet marching at the same time, a row of faces walking out of the mist. They are stone soldiers, wings folded tightly behind them as their stone legs move in sync and march past. You stumble back out of shock, eyes flicking all over the place. Where are you? Where’s Chanyeol? What is happening? You bump into another one of the soldiers. When you fall to your knees because of the knockback, you heave. Suddenly, there’s a voice. It carries through the silence, over the loud muteness of the marching, flowing through the smoke and into your pores as you gasp for air.

“When we march out, we’ll wipe the earth of the face of evil.”

You’re gasping, panting, begging for something to enter your empty lungs. The smoke is pulled into your nose, filling your limbs and veins, dragging you into the ground. You try to lift your legs and hands from the suddenly tar-like white reflective floor, but they feel too heavy. They feel like they’re pulling through the cold ground, and you’re still struggling to breathe, sinking lower, deeper. Panic fulles your struggling moves. Then suddenly, your eyes give in. There’s nothing, except for a sharp ringing, and then the same voice.

“And after that, Hell will welcome us with open arms,”

“and we’ll scorch them too.”

There we go!! It was so much fun picking this up again~ There’s going to be more to follow, but even I don’t know when. I’m not going to put a time or anything on this miniseries, because I want it to stay fun!! But I really hope you enjoyed it, and for people who read the original, what do you think of the changes in our reader?

Thank you so much for reading!! I love you~

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starlightxsvt · 3 years ago

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—Playboy | y.jh (M)

pairing ➳ dom!Jeonghan x sub!inexperienced!female reader

genre ➳ sugar daddy au, strangers to lovers, smut, pwp, angst and some fluff. part of Sugar Spice and Everything Nice project.

word count ➳ 18.8k (haha my hand slipped 😀)

warnings ➳ profanities, drinking, smoking, blond jh that turns into black haired jh, stealing, jealousy, reader is somewhat of a brat, age gap(not mentioned), soft playful dom Jeonghan, hella teasing, kissing, marking, use of belt as a restraint 😳, daddy kink, name calling, nipple play, fingering, male and female oral, choking, crying, some spanking, overstimulation, unprotected sex (this is fiction guys!! be safe irl), virgin sex, creampie, multiple sex scenes 😭

synopsis ➳ you try to steal from him. things take a turn when he catches you on the act. seemingly for the better at first but then for the worse when you catch feelings for him.

playlist ➨ sugar daddy- queen herby // playboy- exo// sugar- maroon 5 // guys my age- hey violet // anytime anywhere- kevin oh // orion's belt- sabrina caludio // all my love- seventeen // tie a cherry- cl // tell it to my heart- meduza // one last night- vaults // i fell in love with the devil- avril lavinge

A/N: The second installment of Sugar Spice and Everything Nice project is here!! So, I decided to change his hair colour midway because of the Elle 95line photoshoot. Jeonghan has black hair there and that photoshoot SCREAMS sugar daddy vibes so yeah, you are getting the best of both worlds here LMAO. I had the best time writing this, especially the stealing part lol and maybe that's why this has been released a lil earlier than I originally anticipated. The story just came naturally to me, ya know? BUT, for Joshua's story...I have nothing planned, like nothing so who knows if it'll be released in this lifetime 💀. Oh, and also thank y'all for a thousand followers, srsly, guys thank u so much😭. I'll stop blabbering now and let you read. Lemme know what you think and I'll see you all in hell! 😘

when you think it's too late,

you've already fallen for me,

it's out of your control

you knew everything from the start

and now you're blaming it on me?

Your hands dance over his thighs to capture his attention as the man next to keeps entertaining his friend, completely ignoring your existence.

You have been doing this for a while but your companion has shown great self control, definitely not one to give in so easily. You know he's doing this on purpose, it's in his nature to tease you and have you desperate.

Huffing, you retract your hand and sip your martini, playing with the olive sitting on one side of the glass as your eyes mindlessly wander around. You watch the bartender in the distance, his hands moving skillfully as he prepares drinks for the customers and you scoff a little how ironic it is.

About two months earlier, you were in his place, preparing drinks till your hand hurt. You never imagined yourself here, on the opposite side, sipping drinks instead of making them, dressed in the prettiest clothes and jewelry, with an ungodly beautiful man who you couldn't even dream of having.

Yoon Jeonghan.

The story of how you two met still flusters you and sitting here, on the same place where you first met him brings back the still fresh memories as if it all happened yesterday.

He's here again. This is the third time you are seeing him in this bar, looking like he just stepped out of a magazine while everybody else looks like what they should after a long day; tired, ordinary.

He stands out easily, his hair painted in a beautiful, eye-catching shade of blond, an easy smile on his lips, dressed in a suit that costs three months of your rent. His features are extremely striking and charming, so much so that once you see him, you can't get him out of your head. You are sure you have never seen any man this attractive in your lifetime. His aura is playful yet controlling, movements confident, like he owns the place- which he does. There used to be rumors going around about how he owns this club and a share in ten others, which later turned out to be true.

Like a magnet, your eyes can't help looking at him every so often as you prepare the continuous orders of drinks. It also doesn't help that a flock of girls surrounds him all the time, handsy and giggly, though their number today seems to be a little less than other days.

Today he seems to be here to enjoy the company of his friends rather than any female, though some ladies accompany their group, one of their hands resting on his thigh as she sits close to him.

You have been working at this place for about a month and it has become a habit to observe and in turn judge the people that come here while preparing drinks. Yoon Jeonghan is one of them, one who you love to judge. You sound petty even to yourself but everytime you see that man, strolling around, all playful smiles and flirty eyes you can't help but feel a little jealous. That man literally has the perfect life, the looks, the money, the company- everything. And you often feel annoyed when he would buy drinks and leave a huge amount of tips- like yeah, everyone around here knows you are dripping with money, no need to rub it in our faces. Most of the time, the servers or the waiters would pocket them, beating you to it, irking you further.

You are too lost in your train of petty thoughts to realize that the man you have been thinking about stands right in front of you. "Hello?" He calls you and you blink, staring at him dumbly for a second before putting on a professional smile.

"Hello sir, what can I get you?"

With a lazy smile, he plops down on a stool. "A scotch please."

Nodding you reach for the bottle to pour him his order, while his eyes wander, looking around the counter. "Taking a break from your company?" You ask as you serve him his drink, chin jutting out to point behind him as his friends lay on the couch with their eyes closed, probably drunk.

"Yep. Seems like I'm the only one who's still sober," he throws you a playful grin and you nod before tending to other customers, while he sips the scotch and scrolls through his phone.

Every so often you take looks at him through the corner of your eye, his ethereal profile looking even more eye catching underneath the club lights. His hair is a little messy, in the sexiest way possible and he has discarded his green suit jacket which leaves him in a black turtleneck that fits him like a glove. Though the lighting is not the best right now, you can see how the material hugs his strong chest and shoulders tight. Your eyes trail down to his hands, long and lithe, perfect fingers clad in a bunch of expensive rings. You would like to think you don't have a hand fetish but damn, his hands are beautiful just like the rest of him and you wonder how they would feel to touch.

Your wandering eyes stop on his wristwatch glinting underneath the lights, a silver Rolex if you had to guess, with yellow gold highlights, which he has taken off and put on the counter, absentmindedly fiddling with it. A woman suddenly asks for a gin and tonic, diverting your attention from the man as you busy yourself with her order. You don't notice that one of his friends walks over to him to drag him back to the crowd and when you look back to where he was sitting, it's empty.

Empty except for the watch he was wearing, still left on the counter, probably forgotten by him.

Oh, how unfairly, filthily, loaded he must be to forget something that expensive.

Normally, you would like to consider yourself as a person with good morals but the longer you stare at the abandoned watch, glinting underneath the lights, almost calling to you, the more immoral thoughts gather in your mind. It also doesn't help that the flow of orders suddenly stops, making the counter empty, leaving you to do nothing as people dance and chat amongst themselves.

Maybe this is a test. The almighty is testing you, your morality, but it looks like you are going to fail dramatically because the more you stare at the watch, the more temptation you feel. You can sell that watch for a good 10k.

Other than the loans and bills that you have to pay off, you need to pay for your brother's college tuition. And damn it, do you need money right now. The thought of providing a better life for Chan seems to do the trick as your hands move on their own and before you know it, you have grabbed the jewelry and stuffed it into your pocket.

Oh god.

Humiliation and guilt burn throughout your body in scalding flames as you chew on your lower lip. Throat dry, your eyes move around the dim club to scan around cautiously, looking to see if someone has their eyes on you but everyone seems busy with their own thing. You can't even spot the man you stole from or any of his friends so maybe they left.

But what if they come back and ask for it? What would you do then? What if they suspect you? Or maybe ask to see the CCTV footage which definitely caught you putting that item in your pocket. What if they take you to jail?

Oh god, oh god. You are terrified, hands rubbing your face frustratedly. Maybe, just maybe you'll get lucky and he won't come back. He's probably drunk and has already forgotten about it.

A bunch of tipsy young girls suddenly appear at the counter and your heart almost lurches out of your chest. They ask for more shots and you gladly accept the distraction, trying your best to focus on your work. Just as you finish serving them a familiar voice calls for you, sending shivers down your spine.

"Hey! Have you seen my watch? It was a Rolex. I accidentally left it here." Yoon Jeonghan seems to have magically appeared out of thin air, his innocent eyes looking at you for an answer and your guilt increases tenfold.

This indeed is a test and God is giving you another chance to redeem yourself.

"I'm sorry. I didn't see it," the lie comes out easily before you can stop yourself.

Oh god- what the fuck is wrong with you?

"Maybe you took it with you?" You continue lying like a bitch when in fact, the thing he is looking for is sitting right inside your pocket. "Did you check your pockets?"

The man pats around his chest and then thighs, looking for the watch and shakes his head. "No, I think I left it here." He says almost with a pout, his tone sad and you loathe yourself.

What if it was precious to him? Maybe it was a family heirloom? Maybe it is a rare piece? Swallowing you try to keep your voice as cool as possible. "I'm really sorry. I can't help you." The man standing opposite to you watches you for a while as you hold your gaze and try not to start shaking in your boots.

"Are you sure, you can't help me?" His demeanor completely changes, his tone almost teasing, his eyes glinting with challenge and you instantly know he has figured you out.

Your heart almost drops out of your ass.

You stand there frozen, literally, not moving, blinking or breathing, just staring at him with wide eyes as you feel like crying. Has he called the police already? Half of you expect to hear the sirens and cop cars pull up.

"Hmm? Are you sure? Because I think you can, darling," He smirks, the cockiest smirk ever, resting his elbows on the counter and you feel like disappearing into thin air. "Why don't you hand me that back and I don't make this a big deal?" He wiggles his brows, pointing them towards your pant pocket and in a flash your hands move, fishing the jewelry out and handing it to him.

"I'm so sorry!" You almost yell, tears in your eyes as shame washes over you. Your head hangs low as you wait for him to do something, maybe throw insults at you and then kick your ass out.

"I swear I didn't mean to! I am not a thief! It's just that it was sitting there and- and-" Your throat tightens as a drop of tear leaks from your eye, your hands fisting your apron in a tight grip.

"Hey," His voice is unexpectedly sweet, soothing as he coos at you to look at him. "It's alright. It happens. I don't think you are a thief."

"Really?" You blink at him. He gives you a reassuring smile. "Though it's not right to steal, I'm sure you had your reasons." He says and the relief you feel is beyond words. Your legs almost give up and you want to sink onto the floor and cry.

"T-thank you," is all you can whisper, eyes cast down, the shame ever-present as you realize he is turning a blind eye towards your actions.

"You're welcome," he grins, that playful grin you've seen many times. However, his next words are something you never expected, "Is there anyone that can cover for you? Have a drink with me. It'll be quick."

"Huh? Me?" You're flabbergasted. "I- I can't...we have rules not to drink-"

"I'm the boss here okay," he rolls his eyes. "And I'm telling you to break those rules. Now, get someone to cover for you."

You stand there, blinking at him, expecting him to say that it's a prank but when he doesn't, you quickly start moving, searching for your replacement Hoshi.

Ten minutes later you sit with Jeonghan in a private room of the club, away from the loud music and chattering. You have finished a couple of glasses of bloody mary to calm your nerves and now you sit next to him awkwardly, fiddling with your hands, the tension thick in the air.

Jeonghan sits beside you, legs spread, leaned back into the velvet couch, sipping on a whiskey. You can feel his eyes on you, watching you rather amusedly and you start getting nervous. What is he planning?

"So," he sets the glass down on the coffee table and leans closer to you. "When you said this is your only time stealing, I'd like to believe that you were telling the truth and not lying your way out of trouble?"

"I swear!" You yell desperately, hands almost reaching out to clutch him. "I swear on my little brother, okay? I have never ever done anything like that before. I just- it was just there and I was tempted and I need money-" You sigh, putting your head into your hands.

"It's alright. I believe you," Jeonghan assures, patting you on your shoulder. He leans back and surprisingly, takes out a cigar from his pocket and lights it up. You watch him hold it against his lips with fascination.

So he smokes.

He takes a drag and then blows a puff of smoke into the air. "I just needed to be sure. If you did something like that, stole from any of the customers then I was giving you a chance to come clean."

"I swear, I didn't. And I won't, ever again." You whisper, holding his gaze. "Please don't fire me. I need this job, please."

Jeonghan hums, leaning back into the couch, taking another drag. "I can see that. Little brother, your say?" You nod.

"How old is he?"

"A couple years younger than me. He's starting college. I just- I need money for his tuitions and I-" You fall silent, staring at the ground. God, how could you put yourself in this stupid situation? You should be on your way home now instead of begging for mercy from the unbelievably hot owner of the club.

"It's alright, take it easy." He says, pouring you some whiskey before tapping the butt of the cigar in the ashtray. "You do other jobs than this? I'm pretty sure this doesn't cover your expenses." He raises a brow. You chuckle mirthlessly, "Yeah. I do a couple of other part times. But nothing seems to be enough you know." You take a sip of the whiskey. "I really should get a sugar daddy." You murmur under your breath to yourself but Jeonghan seems to have heard it.

"Sugar daddy?" His eyes dance in amusement. Your face heats up. "Yeah- uh-um...it's nothing. I- I downloaded this app on my phone and...and I think I should just go with it." You explain, waving your hand dismissively. The alcohol surely loosed your lip.

"Oh yeah? What's the app?" A smirk seems to settle on his face.

"Uh, Sugar and Spice..?" You murmur, confused at his question. Why is he so curious? A full smile sets on his face at your answer as he laughs softly, finishing his whiskey before saying, "And what if I told you I was the one who made that app?"

Huh?

You stare dumbly at him. "Wait- what?" He laughs some more. "Yeah. Sugar and spice. That's my app. Yoon Corporation, that's my company." You blink at him for a while, processing his words before nodding slowly. "Wow. That's...cool. Know anyone you can introduce me to? Someone at your age?" You half joke, shaking your head at the situation as you finish your drink. Jeonghan watches you with a playful smirk on his face before replying. "I do, in fact."

Your eyes widen. "Really? You are not kidding? Who is it?"

"You are looking at him, baby." He grins a cocky smile. You gape at him for a while before chuckling. "Okay, that was funny."

"I'm serious."

You stop and sit still, watching him wearily. "Wait- so you are proposing me to be your sugar baby? I- why? That- that doesn't make any sense. I- I'm sure you don't lack any company of women." You murmur dryly with a frown. He grins, leaning closer to you, his breath fanning your face. You can smell the hint of whiskey and cigar in it and you have this stupid urge to kiss him. "And what if I said I wanted your company?"

Your eyes move heavenward at that. "I'm not buying that."

"Oh but it's true, darling." He settles back into the couch, throwing one leg over the other as one of his hands stretches out to rest on the backrest of the couch. "I wanna have your company. Let's say you've intrigued me and I'd like to get to know you more. But, don't think that I'm asking you to have sex with me. We can go there later but let's start easy. If you want to, that is."

Your eyes narrow on him suspiciously. "I- this is too good to be true. I don't know..."

"Well, you get your money and I get the company of this really attractive lady. I think it's a fair deal. I've been wanting to try having a sugar baby for a while. I mean, I literally made an app on that. What's the harm in trying new and fun things? And what can I say, I love trying out new things." He grins, his brows dancing suggestively at you. "I'm not saying that you have to give me an answer right now. Think about it. If you don't want to then it's cool. You keep working here and we forget about this. I won't take your job or anything."

"I want to!" The words leave your mouth before you can think it through. Jeonghan raises a surprised brow at you, a mischievous smile appearing on his lips as he sets down his cigar on the ashtray and rubs his hands clean.

"I...will take the offer." You whisper, face heating up as you avert your eyes.

This is a chance too big to let go. This filthily loaded man is asking you to be his sugar baby. Not to mention he is illegally hot and young. How many people get chances like this? Besides, you have nothing to lose. You need money and this is the easiest way you can have it.

"You sure?"

You take in a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm sure." He seems satisfied with your answer as a large grin kisses his lips. "That's great." From his breast pocket, he fishes out his phone. "Give me your number, darling." You take the unlocked phone from his hands and quickly type your number, heart thudding loudly.

This is actually happening. You are actually doing this.

He nods, taking his phone back. "Thank you, babe. I'll call you." He stands up and you do too and he steps forward to walk out of the room but stops at the door. Turning around he takes off his wristwatch and with a smirk, he grabs your hand and sets the timepiece on your palm. "This is for you. A little gift to seal our deal." He winks at you cheekily as you stare at the device in your hand, stunned.

Before you can say anything, the man is gone, leaving you frozen in your place and your heart beating wildly in your chest, the expensive jewelry sitting in your hand.

"Bored, darling?" Jeonghan's sultry voice brings you back to reality as you blink and turn your head towards him. A lazy, teasing smile sits on his face as he watches you amusedly. "Trying to get my attention huh?" He points to your hand which has all this time been dancing on his upper thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. You roll your eyes, retreating your hand, "You noticed only after like, an hour."

He chuckles softly, "Being a brat today, aren't we?" He whispers in your ears, pressing a kiss just by your earlobe. You huff. "No, I am not. You brought me here and I thought we were gonna have some fun or something but you keep talking to Joshua and your other buddies." Jeonghan hums, a smile on his face, as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Baby wants my attention all to herself, doesn't she?"

Nodding you scoot closer to him and rest your head against his shoulder. His arm comes to loop around your waist. "We'll go home in a bit, darling. And then you can have my full attention."

You roll your eyes, groaning as he goes back to conversing with Joshua and a few other friends of his. But this time, he includes you as his friends ask questions about you here and there. You don't know most of them other than Joshua, a sweet, handsome man who owns this and a few other clubs with Jeonghan. You have met him a few times before, at company events and dinner parties, his sweet personality making him easy to talk to.

Even though you are not left alone like before, your bored, tipsy self cannot help but be a little brat. Your fingers trail up Jeonghan's thigh as you nuzzle your face in his neck, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you inhale his intoxicating scent. A subtle mix of wood and fruit and his natural scent have you obsessed. Slowly, teasingly, your fingers drag over to his crotch once again from his thighs. As discreetly as possible, you cup your hand over his crotch and loom at his face for some reaction. Except there isn't any.

This man has amazing self control.

He ignores you completely, listening to his friends talk about some one-night stands they had. You huff at the lack of any reaction from him. The lights are low and no one should be able to tell what you are really doing if they don't look too hard so bravely, you squeeze him and start rubbing him over his pants. And that seems to do the trick.

His head turns towards you, an eyebrow raised, his eyes giving you a warning. "Darling." His voice is a clear message to stop your actions. But you won't. "Yes, Hannie," you use the nickname when you sweet-talk him to do something and blink innocently at him.

"Don't do this. It won't end well for you, darling."

"Oh really? What are you planning on doing, Mister?" You challenge, tilting your head to one side. "I've been with you for two months but you have yet to fuck me. I doubt it gets any worse than this."

It's true. The two months you have been with him were completely different from what you expected. You were sure he was gonna stick his dick in after the first week, given his reputation but for an entire month, all you got was kisses, mostly on your cheek and temple. He kept his distance, even more so after he learned that you are inexperienced in that department and it has been frustrating you to death.

After a few weeks, he got more handsy with you when you sweet-talked him until he had a boner. Even then, all you got was his fingers inside your pussy and his mouth on you, which by no means were disappointing. He gave you mind numbing orgasms just by fingering you so you can only imagine what will happen once you have him inside.

"You are playing a dangerous game, _____" his eyes narrow on you, all hint of playfulness gone. Good.

You smile sweetly. "Oh yeah? Why don't you show me how dangerous it is?" Your hand gives him a squeeze and his breath hitches, eyes shutting instantly. When they reopen, they are burning with lust. He whispers. "Oh, I'll show you. Don't say I didn't warn you."

A satisfied smile settles on your face as you watch him stand up and announce, "Well, gentlemen, it was a pleasure spending time with you all but we need to get going." He pulls you up roughly by your arm and you barely have time to grab your purse before he is dragging you out of the club, his jaw clenched but a victorious smile on your face.

You just might finally have him tonight.

A swift car ride later, Jeonghan is dragging you inside his penthouse and straight towards his bedroom, his hands working on removing his black blazer, eyes boring into yours as you wait for him to speak.

"I hope you had your fun, darling. Cause I'm gonna have mine, now." A salacious smile sets on his face as he starts rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt and then undoes a couple of buttons of his shirt. The sight is enough to make your knees buckle as you get a little peek at the veins in his arms and involuntarily swallow. He takes a few steps towards you and you reflexively step back until your legs meet his bed and you fall on top of it. He keeps moving towards you, taking his time, a dangerous smile on his face.

When he is just a few inches away from you, he stops and tilts your face up using his index finger. His head comes down while yours move upward subconsciously and your lips meet in a kiss. It's slow at first, almost like he's teasing you before his grip on your chin gets stronger and his lips move more aggressively. Your tongues waltz together as you taste the alcohol and the very faint hint of smoke in his lips. When you are breathless and your eyes are wide with need and anticipation, he pulls back with a crooked smile. "Strip for me, darling."

Throat dry, you swallow. You watch him with wide eyes for a few beats before reaching behind to undo the one button on the neck of your backless dress. His eyes never leave yours as he stands back and watches you, arms crossed over his chest. Once you are done with the button your hands move down to undo the small zipper just above your ass. After it is down you shrug your shoulders to let the dress fall loose before peeling them off of your arms. It bunches at your waist before you tug the shiny material down and it pools at your feet, leaving you in your panties only.

Jeonghan still has his burning gaze on you, eyes never straying from yours even though you are almost as naked as a baby. The chilly air and his lustful gaze have your nipples hardening and a shiver running down your spine. As if he can sense your thoughts, his eyes move downwards, onto your breasts before going lower. He hums, pleased. "Good girl. Sit back."

On command, your ass falls onto the soft mattress and you hold your breath, waiting for his next move. He takes slow steps towards you, his shoes clinking against the floor before stopping right in front of the bed and kneeling. You gasp as he tugs at your legs to pull you closer. His face hovers over your covered core as you feel his warm breath and it is enough to make you lose your mind. "Jeonghan, please." You plead.

He grins evilly, clearly enjoying this as he presses a kiss on your covered pussy. Then his mouth trails down, between your thighs where he takes his sweet time nipping the flesh, making you whine in pleasure.

His movements are slow, taking way too long to mark the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. He licks and sucks at the blooming marks and stops when a wet patch forms in your panties and your moans increase their pitch. "Desperate, aren't we?" He whispers, hands reaching for your soaked panties to peel them off. The cool air on your core makes you shudder and release another whimper. "I- I need you Jeonghan, please."

He hums and suddenly licks a stripe from your core to your clit, eliciting a scream of surprise from you. Your hands immediately fist in his hair to pull him closer and you are scared he is going to ask you to let him go but he doesn't, busy sucking your pussy. He devours you with no break, tongue working skillfully to tease your opening and your clit. Your pussy gushes more and more at each of his movements as you keep chanting a series of pleases.

He slides a finger inside you, slowly, as your cunt greedily takes it all in. He curls it inside you simultaneously tonguing your clit and you wail in pleasure, tears brimming in your eyes. He then enters another finger and then another before moving the three of them tirelessly inside you, curling them against your sensitive spot that has your whole body shivering. That feeling paired with him torturing your clit brings you close to your orgasm.

"J-Jeonghan...gonna cum." You breathe and much to your disappointment, he gives you one last suck before pulling away with a satisfied smirk. "Jeonghan!" You call for him, half wanting to smack him from taking your orgasm away from you. The man has the audacity to laugh. "That's what you get for being a brat, darling. Now be a good girl and I'll let you come on my cock."

"B-but H-Hannie-" you whimper. He raises a brow. "That is not my name right now, is it? You're not being a good girl, you know baby."

"Daddy!" You immediately correct yourself, getting your wits together to cum. "Daddy, please. I'm sorry, p-please fuck me." The pleased, cocky smile on his has you leaking more than before. He gives your cheek an affectionate pat before standing back up and undoing the buttons on his shirt. He takes his sweet time, purposefully doing it slowly and you want to jump at him and do it for him but you clench your fists and try to be his good girl. After the shirt is off he undoes his belt and you expect him to toss it away but he has more surprises for you.

With your jaw loose, you watch him as he crawls on the bed, pushing you back and then sits on his knees. He grabs your hands and pulls them above your head, a mischievous smile on his face as he ties the belt around your wrists.

You thought you couldn't get any wetter but you were wrong. Your pussy throbs at the action and a soft mewl fall from your lips. "Okay?" He asks, his expression serious, looking for any signs of discomfort as he tugs on the belt. "Not too tight?" You shake your head vigorously, letting him know you are perfectly fine.

"Words, baby."

"I'm okay. It's fine." You pant. He smiles, pleased, as his previous playful demeanor returns. "Good. This is your punishment for not listening to me earlier. No touching." He pecks your forehead before standing back up and you hate how you miss his warmth. He resumes his strip show, now undoing the buttons of his slacks before taking them off. Left in his boxers you can now see the clear outline of his cock and you wet your lips, anticipation killing you. He grins at your reaction before finally taking off his boxers and the sight has you writhing in your position.

His beautiful cock stares back at you, hard, tall, a little curved at the tip with the perfect girth. "Please," you swallow, eyes not leaving that thing. Jeonghan chuckles. "Like what you see, darling?" His hand moves to cup his length, rubbing up and down his shaft. You try to tug your hands free even though you know it's futile. "Daddy, please."

He smirks, watching you, hands moving to pump his length a few more times, soft sighs of pleasure falling from his lips that drive you insane. He finally takes mercy on you, as he moves onto the bed and balances his weight on his knees. "You ready, baby?" He asks, a soft hand running on your thigh soothingly. You shake your head up and down.

"Tell me if it gets too much, okay?" His voice is soft like his gaze and your heart flips. "I will, I promise." You whisper, wiggling your body a little to prove your desperation. With a soft smile, he lines up his length with your pussy and pushes in as you inhale deeply.

A sensation of discomfort flows through you as he pushes into your tight walls, followed by an overwhelming feeling of fullness and you release a deep breath. Above you Jeonghan grunts, supporting his weight on his elbows, trying not to start ramming into you at full speed. "Fuck- are you okay?" You can only nod your head, clenching your restrained hands in fists.

Your tongues dance against each other as he keeps you distracted, pulling back just a little and thrusting back in. "Feel good?" He breathes. You almost choke on your words, "Y-yes. Fuck m-me daddy."

Jeonghan almost growls at your words. He doesn't hold back, pulling out almost all the way before snapping his hips back in, making your body arch. "Oh fuck!" You moan, breath creeping out of your lungs. Jeonghan smiles lazily at your reaction, hips moving in calculated movements, his pace gradually increasing, thrusts hitting you so deep each time you feel like he's inside your belly. His mouth trails over your neck, littering open mouthed kisses before they travel towards your breasts, capturing a nipple into his mouth. You mewl in pleasure.

His tongue teases your nipple, circling the hard bud before he gives it a harsh suck and then finishes off with a soft bite. He does the same to your other breast while you writhe below him, arms moving fruitlessly over your head. An incoherent chant of his title falls from your lips.

His thrusts never falter while he tortures your tits, instead picks up the pace and you soon hear the headboard hit the wall. You watch the man passionately move on top of you with blown out pupils. A few strands of his blond hair sticks on his forehead with sweat and he clenches his jaw, brows furrowed, focusing on his thrusts. The scene on top of you is heavenly and sends your heart racing for no reason. You whisper. "D-daddy... please, untie m-me. W-wanna touch you."

His eyes widen a fraction as he considers your words before smashing his mouth on yours, hands doing quick work of untying the belt around your wrists. As soon as your hands are free, you wrap them around his neck to pull him close, clawing at his solid back. "P-please, daddy. Oh- fuck- harder." You babble, head lost in a cloud of pleasure as you feel every inch of his dick brand itself into your walls. The pleasure makes your head spin and you know you are going to come soon.

Jeonghan increases his pace even more, drilling into your swollen cunt, rough breaths falling from his lips. One of his hands comes to toy with your clit while the other pinches your nipple harshly and you wail. "Daddy! Gonna cum!"

And you do. In the blink of an eye, the coil in your belly snaps and fireworks shoot throughout your body as you reach your peak, body trembling underneath him. "Yes, good girl. Come for me." He hisses, leaning down to nibble on your neck before whispering, "Give me another one, darling." You're too lost to even process his words but your body moves to action, another orgasm already building up. Jeonghan's soft grunts increase as he rubs your wet pussy mercilessly, his thrusts now faltering. "Fuck. Gonna come, darling. Gonna fill you up. Come with me."

Your body seems to have a mind of its own as one flick of his finger on your clit brings you to your second orgasm. This time it is even stronger and you can see white spots in your vision. Jeonghan releases inside you at the same time, his warm seed filling you up and then leaking out. Your legs shake continuously as you sense him pull out and some of the cum dribble out of you but you can't bring yourself to move a muscle in your body. You can feel Jeonghan crashing next to you, a soft hand touching your cheek and asking about your well-being but you're too tired to open your mouth. Instead, you hum and sigh in content as he wraps his arms around you and the last thing you remember before passing out is his breath on your forehead and his fingers combing through your hair.

The sun is bright and shining the next time you open your eyes. Squinting at the light peeking through the half open curtain to blink to adjust your vision before craning your head to look around the empty bedroom. You are tucked nicely under the covers, dressed in a large shirt that you know is Jeonghan's and your panties. It takes a moment for you to process everything before you sit up and a pleasurable ache shoots throughout your body.

It's the weekend. Your mind wonders where Jeonghan is. Slowly you get out of bed and move with wobbly legs, quickly releasing the pressure in your bladder and then washing your hands and face. When you are done you step out of the bedroom and climb down the stairs, barefoot and it's a pleasant surprise to see Jeonghan sitting at the dining table, eyes focused on the tablet on his hand and the other hand holding up his phone next to his ear. You don't hear what he's talking about, too busy taking in how sexy he looks in a simple white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He doesn't hear you until he is hanging up and you are almost next to him and when he turns around, his signature lazy smile appears on his face. "Well, hello there. Good morning darling."

"Morning," you grow shy under his stare, his eyes scanning you up and down and he seems very pleased. "You look lovely in my shirt." He muses.

"Thank you." You smile, sitting down at one of the breakfast stools beside him. "Sleep well?" He asks, a teasing tilt to his voice. You nod softly. "Who was that?"

"Oh, that?" Jeonghan chuckles. "My buddy, Seungcheol. He's getting married in a couple of months. Asked me about a wedding planner I know." You nod your head. You know Seungcheol. He's one of Jeonghan's closest friends. "Wow, that's nice. You will be attending, no?" You inquire. Jeonghan smirks, "I'm the best man, darling." He takes a sip of his coffee. "You know how he met his fiancé? Through my app. I literally set them up." His eyes crinkle at the memory in amusement as you listen to him, fascinated.

So his friend is marrying his sugar baby. That's romantic.

"I really thought he was gonna die alone but then he met her and he was fucking whipped. Can't believe he's the first one to get married among us." He shakes his head with wonder. You reach for his cup of coffee with a coquettish smile before taking a sip. "Well, it's nice. You should be happy for him. He's getting married to someone he loves."

"Oh, I am, darling. I just- don't see the hype with getting married." He shrugs nonchalantly, scrolling through the tablet in his hands. You raise a brow at his comment. "Really?"

"Yeah." He peeks at you. "I mean, marriage takes away your freedom, doesn't it? And it takes a shit load of commitment and work to make it last. And I'm not good with commitments. I like being independent."

You snort before raising a brow, "And let me guess. Your definition of being independent is sleeping with the entire city, Mr. Playboy?" Jeonghan throws a sheepish smile at you, like he has been caught and you shake your head with a sigh.

"Just the ladies, though." He winks. "But for now, I am not interested in the city but rather in one particular beauty in front of me." He puts his tablet away and leans towards you, a teasing grin on his face that makes you roll your eyes. But you can't help the fluttering feeling bloom inside you. He has such a way with words.

"Are you implying that you want to get in my pants?" You ask. "Oh baby, I've already done that. I'm saying if you are up for it again. Do you hurt?" He asks, his time concern evident in his tone as he gets off his stool and cages your body between him and the countertop. "I-I'm a little sore so...I'm not sure." You whisper, heart thudding loudly at his proximity and the addictive scent of his. Maybe, you are actually up for it because your pussy seems to be leaking again.

Jeonghan gently strokes your cheek. "It's alright, darling. We don't have to do anything. Let's get you some breakfast." He pulls away but you immediately grab his forearms. "I- I'm up for... other things if you are too." You mumble, eyes not meeting his. "Oh yeah?" A grin plasters on his face as he tilts your face up with a finger. "We can do so many other things darling and I'm definitely up for it." His eyes glint with mischief and desire. Your shy smile is all he needs to get to work, immediately lifting you onto the marble countertop, the cold surface making you gasp. With a wink and the sexiest smirk ever, he tugs off your panties and attaches his lips to your sensitive core making you let out a shrill moan.

After a couple of orgasms and breakfast with Jeonghan, his car drops you at your place. As you enter your house and toe off your shoes, you yell, "Chan, I'm home!"

The man doesn't seem to be far away, making a sandwich on the kitchen counter. He looks up, "Oh hey, noona. You're back." Dropping the couple bags from your hand, you envelop him in a hug. "Yeah. Sorry I didn't call last night. I should have told you I was staying out."

It has become a habit to spend the night before the weekend and sometimes even the weekend with Jeonghan but you always let your brother know where you are. You don't want to be irresponsible or let him think you have forgotten about him. Chan sighs softly, pulling back. "It's okay, noona. You're a grown woman. You don't have to report to me. As long as you are safe it's all good." You give him a wistful smile, patting his cheek softly. "Still."

Your eyes move to the brunch he's making and you wonder. "Is all the food finished? I kept some meals for you in the fridge, did you finish them?" Your brother grunts, going back to preparing his food, "No, there's still some left. I just wanted a sandwich." Nodding, you watch him finish making his food and wash his hands. You're about to go to your room and take a shower when he murmurs. "Were you with him? Jeonghan?" He juts his chin out to point to the couple of Chanel bags you brought with you, yet another gift from Jeonghan. For no reason, you get shy. "Yeah." You fiddle with your fingers, watching your sibling carefully.

He hums, "Did you see this?" He pushes a magazine that was lying on the kitchen counter towards you. Frowning, you pick it up to be graced by a picture of you and Jeonghan on the front cover of a gossip tabloid. It's taken from behind, his body mostly covering you as you two walk by the sidewalk. Your face isn't fully visible but anybody who knows you can tell it's you. In bold letters, it asks about your identity, or to be exact, Yoon Jeonghan's latest lover's identity and part of you is glad that they actually don't have any info about you, just suspicions.

You had asked Jeonghan at the beginning of your relationship to keep your identity a secret for you and the sake of your brother, as everyone loved talking about Jeonghan's latest notch to the bedpost and a little warmth spreads in your chest to see that he really didn't let anyone know anything about you. With a sigh, you put the magazine back in its place. "Don't worry about it."

"I'm not...I just sometimes worry about you." Chan says. "It's just- Yoon Jeonghan isn't exactly the gentleman type you know. I don't want you to get hurt because of him. I mean, I was quite surprised at first but I thought it wasn't serious since he doesn't...you know, stay with one person for a long time. I don't want him to...use you."

It's the first time you are hearing Chan express his concerns regarding Jeonghan and to be honest, you sensed some hesitation when you first told him that you were seeing him. Nevertheless, a small smile sets on your face as you reach for his hands, "Chan, it's okay. I'm fine. He isn't using me or anything." You stroke his knuckles soothingly. He watches you in silence for a beat and you can feel the gears in his head moving. The next words are what you expected from him but still, they fluster you.

"He isn't... like- paying you for se-"

"It's not like that!" You scoff immediately, probably a bit too defensively. But it's true. Jeonghan is not paying you for sleeping with him, hell the first time you ever slept with him was last night. He's paying you for your company so there is a difference. Getting yourself together, you give him a reassuring smile. "It's nothing like that, I promise."

Chan observes you silently for a second before nodding. "Okay. If you are good then I'm good too." Smiling wistfully you let go of his hands. "I'll take a shower now." Reaching for the bags you're about to step towards your room but Chan's voice stops you. "Do you really like him? Jeonghan?"

His words make you freeze in your spot. However, the reply comes easily. "Yeah, I do." It's only after you have uttered the words that you realize how scarily true they are.

Later that evening you find yourself sitting in front of your laptop, staring at the tabloids you found about you and Jeonghan. All the shots are taken from behind or far away; some of them are from when Jeonghan took you to one too many brunch dates. Sighing, you read the speculations about you; not one from high society, which is true. Closing your laptop you lean against your headboard, numerous thoughts running through your head. The prime one is that you have feelings for Jeonghan, your freaking sugar daddy.

You often had butterflies on your stomach when you were with him and you thought you had managed to bury them deep within you but no. Now that you are not in the man's presence, you think about him, slowly, clearly and the depth of your feelings frighten you immensely.

Jeonghan is so easy to like. He's funny and charming once you get to know him but also intimidating and scary when he needs to be. You have mostly come across his playful and charming side, as he loved teasing you and pranking you now and then. You have fallen for many of his white lies, only to be told that it was a prank and then get laughed at your face. But you couldn't be mad. His toothy grin and bright laughter warmed your heart and the way he'd hug you while laughing made your heart race, making you join him in his laughter. His soft giggles when he's tipsy made you want to kiss him and wrap your arms around him so tightly that he could never leave.

Thoughts about him often plagued your mind, an inappropriate amount for a sugar baby to think about her sugar daddy. Because deep down you imagined him as more than that, more than a source of money, which he showers you with. You see him as a companion, a friend and a lover. And you want him to be more. So much more.

The thought brings tears to your eyes as you scoff at yourself. How could you become like this? Jeonghan isn't that type of guy, it is a fact. His words from earlier in the morning rub salt into your wounds. He doesn't want to marry or date. He said he likes being free which means none of that. The most committed or maybe lengthy relationship he has ever had is probably with you as it is still existing after two months. That brings hope to your hopeless heart. Maybe he actually feels something about you but he is hiding it like a habit. Maybe he wants to truly be with you. Maybe that's why he calls everyday to check up on you, take you to nice, thoughtful dates, calls you over to simply hang out.

Maybe, maybe.

Or maybe, he does this to all his lovers, no matter if he's with them for a few hours or a few days. The thought makes you pathetically jealous. It's unbelievably silly how much you want his smile and laughter and teasing and company reserved only for you. You want him, you want all of him but life is never that easy.

A ping from your phone jolts you out of your thoughts as you reach for the device to check it and sure enough, it's the devil himself.

[jeonghan] heyyy babe, how you doing?

[you] just chilling. hby? Working?

[jeonghan] Unfortunately yes, babe. just can't seem to finish them. I'd rather be with you ;)

His text makes you grin like a fool.

[you] Me too😏 when will I see you again?

[jeonghan] Soon actually. There's a party I need to attend this tuesday and you are coming with me. I'll have a collection of dresses for you at my place to choose from.

Another party? You definitely don't mind if that means you get to have his company.

[you] Great! Can't wait!!

[jeonghan] Me neither. I've to get back to work, darling. Goodnight, dream of me ;)

[you] You too 😘

Closing your phone, you clutch it to your chest, staring at the ceiling. A simple text from him has your heart thudding loudly and you are once again reminded of your feelings for him. You can convince yourself all day all night but the bottom line will be that you like Jeonghan.

Too much.

You are on your way home after getting some groceries on Tuesday afternoon when you come across a pleasant surprise. Just as you are about to enter your building, you find Mingyu, Chan's best friend, there, about to go inside. "Mingyu!" You call for him with a smile. His head whips towards you and a large grin spread across his face. "Noona! Hey!" He calls as you take quick steps towards him.

"Chan isn't at home. He said he was going to the library." You inform the man towering you, assuming he's here for your brother. "Oh," Mingyu murmurs. "It's alright. I have some good news to share with you."

"With me?" You arch a brow, surprised. "What is it?"

A shy hand moves to scratch his neck as Mingyu smiles softly. "I got a job. A modeling gig." Your eyes widen, "Oh my god, Mingyu! That's so great! Congratulations!" You grin, genuinely feeling happy for him. You've known Mingyu since he was in high school with Chan and he often came over with your brother after class. He comes from a struggling family; his single mother working hard to take care of him and his sister so this is a great piece of news to hear.

"Thanks, noona," he murmurs shyly, making you smile. You can totally see why he got the job. He is blessed with extremely good visuals and height so it'd be a loss for anybody who rejected him. "Does Chan know?" You ask. He nods, "Yeah, I told him yesterday. Anyway, the main thing is, I wanted you to join us for a dinner. It's my treat."

"Me?" You are surprised but also touched as you point a finger at yourself. "Aw, Mingyu, you don't have to treat me. Treat yourself and your friends." A cute pout appears on his face. "Oh come on, noona. You are my friend too. I need to pay you back for all the times you let me stay over and bought me and Chan snacks. Let me treat you to barbeque, please."

His words warm your heart as the memories come back to you. It feels like ages ago when they were in high school, doing assignments till the night and then him and your brother passing out in your living room. You smile fondly at the memory but before you can reply a hand wraps around your waist from nowhere, making you almost jump out of your skin. With a gasp, you whip your head to the side and find Jeonghan, grinning toothily but something is different—

Oh.

He has dyed his hair from blond to black and you almost don't recognize him at first. While you stare at him, still processing his sudden appearance, he speaks, flashing a grin at Mingyu, "Barbeque? I wanna go too."

Poor Mingyu looks utterly confused and you playfully glare at Jeonghan. "Hey, why are you here so early? I thought you were at work."

"Mhmm. Was finished early," he hums, placing a huge kiss on your cheek, making your eyes widen. Mingyu looks at the interaction and blinks confusedly. You feel flustered. "Oh erm, Jeonghan, this is Mingyu, Chan's best friend. And Mingyu, this is Jeonghan uh-"

Shit. What do you introduce Jeonghan as? 'Hi Mingyu he's my sugar daddy'? You're about to say friend when Jeonghan pipes in, "Boyfriend. I'm ____'s boyfriend. Nice to meet you, kid."

A sour look sets on Mingyu's face and you assume probably because Jeonghan called him a kid. He chuckles rather awkwardly, "Wow...you are dating, noona? I've seen him before, I think. Wait, are you Jeonghan of Yoon Corporations?"

"In the flesh," Jeonghan smiles a cocky smile. "Oh," Mingyu falls silent and there is a moment of tension as you look nervously between the two men before Jeonghan announces. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Mingi but me and ____ need to get going now."

"Mingyu!" You pinch his waist, scowling at him. "His name is Mingyu, Jeonghan!"

"Oh, my bad." Jeonghan grins and you have a feeling he did that on purpose. With a sigh, you smile apologetically at Mingyu, "It was really nice seeing you, Gyu. And congratulations again."

"Yeah, thanks noona," he murmurs. "I'll get going now." He waves at you with a small smile before turning around and briskly walking away. As soon as he's out of sight, you jab Jeonghan's arm. "You did that on purpose, didn't you! You sacred that poor guy!" Jeonghan shrugs, slinging his arm around your shoulder, "Well, that poor guy has a crush on you."

"No! He doesn't!" You hiss, cheeks fuming. To be honest you always thought Mingyu may or may not have a little crush on you but hearing someone say it out loud makes you flustered. It isn't anything serious anyway. Jeonghan rolls his eyes. "Yeah, whatever. Let's get going now."

"B-but I just came from the store. I haven't even showered yet. You shouldn't be here until two more hours you know." Your eyes narrow at him. Jeonghan hums, pulling you in the direction of his car, "Mhmm, you can shower at my place. Come on."

"Okay, okay! Let me drop my groceries first!"

A few hours later you sit next to Jeonghan in his limo, on the way to the event. Jeonghan said it is a small one because it is taking place on a weekday and that you can leave early, so you haven't dressed up much. Humming a tune, he looks outside, one of his hands resting on your thigh, playing with the silky material of your dress.

You take your time appreciating his features, his pretty, glinting eyes, his prominent cheekbones to his perfectly straight nose and down to his deep Cupid's bow and his perfectly shaped lips that you want to keep kissing and kissing. Without much thought, you scoot closer to him, resting your body against his as you put your head on his shoulder, making him look at you. His hands move to interlock with yours which sends your heartbeat in a frenzy and you can't help but think how cozy and homey it feels.

"You know, you introduced yourself as my boyfriend earlier." You whisper, making him chuckle softly, "Yeah. Couldn't really say I was your sugar daddy. Already scared the kid enough." You roll your eyes at his words but your heart sinks a little at them. You had hoped that maybe, maybe he felt something more for you that led him to say those words. Sighing quietly, you keep resting your head against his shoulder and stare at your hand in his, your heart deflating like a popped balloon.

"By the way, did you think about what I said that day?"

Confused, you blink at him before realizing what he's referring to. Jeonghan had proposed you re-enter college and finish your degree which you couldn't complete because of your parents' sudden death and the burden of loans along with Chan's school fees; saying that he will pay for everything. You are the older sibling and Chan's guardian so you dropped out of college and started working to make sure your brother accomplished what you couldn't.

You have had quite some time to think about it but it just doesn't feel right, him paying for your tuition fees when he already showers you in opulence. Sure, his offer was tempting, really so; you could finally finish your studies and get an actual job but he's being too generous. It feels wrong; college tuitions are in no way cheap, at least to you and just accepting it like that doesn't sit right with you.

"There you go again, overthinking," Jeonghan's voice snaps you back to the present. "Why are you thinking about this so much, babe? You're an amazing person and you deserve to get that degree. If you think I'm pitying you, then stop right there. I have the ability so I just want to help you accomplish something you couldn't earlier." He murmurs, his voice sincere.

Your heart softens at his words."I know, Jeonghan. It's just- too much. I mean you have no reason to pay for my-"

"You're my sugar baby. It's my job to take care of you."

"And you do!" You sigh, rubbing your temples. "Okay. Instead of just taking the money like that, I'll accept it as a loan. When I graduate I'm going to pay you back." You decide, your voice firm making him sigh out of frustration. He watches you for a few seconds and realizes this is what you'll accept so he holds his hands up in surrender. "Alright, fine fine. I'll give it to you as a loan."

You grin victoriously, quickly pressing a kiss on his cheek, whispering a sultry, "Thank you, daddy." Jeonghan narrows his eyes at you, feigning anger but you can see the playfulness dance in his eyes. "You love being a brat, don't you?"

"Mhmm," you hum, grinning as you trail kisses from his cheek to his jaw. A pleasured sigh escapes his lips, blooming pride in your heart. His head turns to capture your lips in a kiss that starts softly, his lips moving against yours in sweet, passionate movements. As soft whimpers begin to come out of your mouth, it turns more heated and he wraps an around your waist pulling you closer while your hands tangle in his hair. His tongue delves into your mouth, dancing against your tongue in needy movements, releasing wet noises of sucking. He pulls back, breathless, and watches you with hazy lust ridden eyes as his thumb reaches to wipe the little smudge of lipstick below your swollen lips. "You taste addicting, darling."

You lean towards him for more but he tuts, pushing you away. "Uh uh. Enough of that." A salacious smile graces his lips as his fingers trail over your thigh before moving towards the high slit of your dress. His finger enters inside the fabric and then inches towards your core, your breath hitching when his fingers softly stroke your inner thighs. "J-jeonghan-" you breathe, knowing where this is going, the anticipation building in your veins. He only replies with a smirk and soft kiss to your temple.

His fingers move your panties to one side underneath your dress and the cool air flowing through the slit hits your exposed sex making you shudder. Ever so gently, just barely, his fingers move over your entrance. You can feel the barest touch of the pad of his fingers on your core and you squirm in your seat, desperate eyes begging him in silence. His eyes never stray from you, watching every little reaction you give and the sharp gasp that elicits from you when he pushes one finger inside you has him grinning in satisfaction.

"Jeonghan- please..." You breathe, trying to grind against what little you have, your hands fisting his suit jacket. All thoughts of time and place are forgotten by you and the only thing in your mind right now is coming on his fingers. The long digit moves swiftly inside your velvety walls making your eyes roll on the back of your head. "More, Jeonghan... please-"

"That's not my name now, is it?" He teases, his breath fanning over your heated cheek. "Daddy! Daddy... please..." You immediately correct yourself and Jeonghan rewards you by pushing another long, bony finger inside you. They move in tandem, stretching your tight walls as you unconsciously part your legs wider. If there was no divider in the limo, the driver would have seen the show you were putting on.

"Feels good?" He whispers in your ear, pressing soft kisses below it. You nod swiftly. "S-so good, daddy." He grins, pleased and cocky before thrusting another finger inside you, this time his ring finger. They waste no time, moving expertly in your hole as you writhe in the plush leather seat, gasps of pleasure falling from your lips at every movement. You can feel your orgasm building.

"Daddy p-please, m-make me come." You pant, eyes closed. "Wanna come, little darling?" He breathes, and you can feel the grin on his lips and the smugness on his tone. Nodding vigorously you agree and Jeonghan hums, before shifting his fingers to press your clit with his thumb. The sudden touch on your sensitive nub makes you whine loudly as you feel yourself throb.

You're so close to your release.

Your hips grind against his digits tirelessly and he keeps rubbing your clit back and forth using his thumb while his fingers curl inside you. Just when you can taste the orgasm, feel it build in your veins, Jeonghan, the evil bastard, takes his hand off you completely. His fingers leave your hope gaping and empty and your clit throbbing painfully with need. "Jeonghan!" You scream, scowling at him at how he ruined your orgasm. You were so fucking close. The bastard has the audacity to laugh as he makes a show of licking his fingers clean making you release a whine of need as you pant.

He's such a fucking tease.

"Be a good girl and you will get come as many times as you want later." His deep baritone and the look he sends your way rakes shivers down your spine and the promise of cumming makes you obediently nod your head. He places a tender kiss on your forehead and just then, the car halts, letting you know you have arrived at your destination. With a rather displeased look on your face and shaky legs, you step out of the limo, Jeonghan's hand in yours.

The evening is spent attending the boring event and throwing fake smiles at strangers when all you can think of is Jeonghan railing you till the bed breaks into two. Which he does, of course, when you return to his home at night. You wouldn't consider yourself as a possessive partner but damn if it didn't irritate you when girls and married women ogled him, some even throwing themselves at him, flirting blatantly when you were right next to him. But it's all good since he ended up in bed with you, raining one after another mind numbing orgasms on you before you finally drift off.

Morning comes in the form of your bladder almost bursting and despite the slight ache in your body, you quickly head towards the bathroom to refresh yourself. After you are clean and fresh, you head outside the bedroom in search of Jeonghan. It's around 7 in the morning so he should be still at home. Your prediction proves accurate as you find him in his study, on his phone, scribbling down something on a piece of paper. He's dressed in his work clothes; a white dress shirt with black pants, a fine piece of watch around his left wrist as his fingers card through his slightly damp hair. You silently appreciate the view from the doorframe and it takes a few moments until he notices your presence.

His appreciative eyes rake down your body, covered only in your panties and one of his t-shirts that reach your thighs. His lips break into a grin and you mirror it before he asks the person on the other end to hold for a second. "Good morning, babe. I need a few more minutes. I'll come find you after I'm done." He smiles at you and you nod, leaving you to his work as you turn on your heel, walking aimlessly through his huge apartment. Your bare feet silently pad against the glossy tiles as you head back to the master bedroom. The room is still messy, the clothes you two discarded last night are still scattered over the floor. You pick your clothes up and start putting them on as you need to leave soon too. After you are dressed, you reach for Jeonghan's shirt and pants, bunching them together in a pile for laundry. His Armani jacket lays haphazardly on the loveseat and you scoff at how he just abandoned such an expensive thing. Little creases have formed on the silky material and with your hands, you try to brush them away and straighten it again. As you sling it over your arm to pick up his tie, a piece of paper drops from one of the pockets.

Intrigued, you pick it up to find a number scribbled in black. At first, you think nothing of it, until you notice a red lip print at the corner of the paper. Your heart sinks as you realize one of his fangirls from last night is the owner of this number. Your head starts running a mile a minute, wondering if Jeonghan is talking to this girl over the phone.

No, that does not make sense. If he was talking with her then this paper wouldn't be here but probably in a dustbin. Besides, despite Jeonghan's track record, he has never disrespected you since you've been with him and he has stated multiple times that he's only interested in you.

Still, you chew on your lip nervously, staring at the piece of paper, insecurity and jealousy blooming inside you. He has given you no reason to distrust him but the nature of your relationship, how it is not explicit, makes you think that maybe, he is slowly losing interest in you. Whatever it may be, you don't get to dwell on your thoughts for long as the ringing of your phone suddenly alerts you, making you jump. You reach for it and seeing the name at the top of the screen you pick it up immediately.

"Hey, Chan! Good morning." You speak, wondering if something is wrong for him to call so early. You texted him last night, letting him know that you will be with Jeonghan.

"Hey, noona. Morning. Did I wake you?"

"No, I was already up. Is everything okay?" You ask, hands subconsciously fiddling with the paper in your fist. "Everything is fine, don't worry." You hear your brother laugh softly. "I'm just calling to let you know I'll be late today. We have a team project and we're going out of the city today. Will you stay at Jeonghan's tonight?"

"No, I don't think so." You murmur. "Did you have breakfast? Don't forget to pack some food for the road."

"Okay, I will. Don't worry so much," you can feel your brother rolling his eyes. A soft smile sets on your face. "Is Mingyu going with you too? He told me about his new job. I met him yesterday."

"He did?" Chan asks. "Yeah, he's going too. Did he invite you for dinner this weekend? He was talking about it earlier."

"Yep, he did. I was really surprised, you know. But it's great, I'm really happy for him. He looked so excited." You hum, stepping closer to the window, watching the city grow busier from Jeonghan's castle in the sky. "Yes, he is. He wouldn't shut up about it." Chan laughs. "Anyway, I'll see you tonight then. Don't stay up for me if I'm late."

You will but you don't tell him that. "Okay. Be safe. I love you."

"I love you too." The line goes dead and with a sigh, you set your phone down. Jeonghan's jacket still rests on one of your arms, with the piece of paper crushed in your fist. Turning around you find Jeonghan leaning against the doorframe, hands crossed over his chest, watching you.

"Jeonghan!"

"Hey." He smiles. Padding toward you, he reaches for your shoulders, lips coming down to meet yours. Your head tilts up automatically, as you chase his lips, forgetting everything for a second. His eyes move to the jacket on your arm. "Why are you cleaning everything up?" He gives you a fond smile, reaching for the clothing. "I should have done it, sorry. I had so many calls to take this morning."

Shaking your head, you whisper. "It's okay. I had nothing to do anyway." Seeing how cool he is you wonder whether it would be right to bring up what you found in his pocket.

"Let's have breakfast together. I have to leave early today." He drops the jacket on the bed, motioning you to follow him but you stay rooted to the spot, words tangling in your throat. "Jeonghan?"

"Hmm?" He turns around. Inhaling deeply you show him the chit lying in your palm. "This dropped from your jacket's pocket." Frowning, he reaches for it. "What is it?"

His eyes scan the paper and then he seems to realize, "Ah, this? Some girl gave it to me last night. You were in the bathroom then, I think. I took it to be polite." He smiles, his usual, carefree smile as he throws it in the bin.

"Oh." Silently, you stand opposite to him, not knowing what to say or do. "Hey, are you mad?" He steps towards you, tilting his head, eyes watching you intently to see your reaction. "You have nothing to worry about, babe. I swear I forgot about it. You can check my call list if you want."

Groaning you step away from him. "No, Jeonghan! It's okay. I trust you. I just-" you fall silent as your eyes meet his.

"You just what? Tell me?" Jeonghan prods, eyes laced with worry. You sigh, the thoughts racing in your head suddenly sounding silly now that you need to articulate them. "Nothing." You whisper meekly.

"No, ____, tell me!"

"I just wish it wasn't like this!" You cry. "I- I wish some stupid girl didn't just drop her number in your pocket and I wish you didn't take it just to be polite! I wish girls didn't flock around you when I am literally right next to you! I wish- we were more than...this and I wish people knew so that they would stay away." Your voice fades into a whisper as thick tears brim in your eyes. You had not imagined this to go down the way it is. You made yourself believe that you didn't need to express your true feelings, that you would forever be okay with how things are and then say goodbye to each other one day when Jeonghan changes his mind. You imagined yourself to be stronger, different, not one to actually fall for a man like him when you clearly knew how he was.

"What...what are you talking about? I don't understand." The man standing still in front of you, breathes. A frustrated hand moves to rub your temple as you take in a deep breath, trying to get your thoughts together. "Jeonghan, I...like you. More than I should. More than our current relationship allows us to be. I want more. I want you, completely. I want us to be explicit. I want a relationship, based on love and trust, not money or whatever. I want to love you and if I'm gonna stay with you, then I want you to love me too."

A small frown mars his face. "But I do love you!" He exclaims. "I take you out on dates and we make love or...fuck. Is that not love?" He mutters.

This man is so dense. You sigh, "No Jeonghan, it isn't. Or at least it is not enough for me. I want a future with you. I want to bare myself to you and I wish you'd do the same. I want to build a life with you and I want to be by your side at all times, as a lover, a girlfriend, a partner. I don't want a love in which other girls are gonna chase after you, thinking you are available and you are going to entertain them just to be polite. That's not love Jeonghan and you k-know it!." You can't help the jealousy that rises in your voice towards the end and you hate how pathetic you sound. Jeonghan watches you, carefully, silently, for a very long time and finally, some sort of realization seems to flash in his eyes.

"____," he starts, carding a hand through his black locks. "I don't do...that. I- don't know how or if I even can. I-" he stops, tonguing the inside of his cheek, a storm of emotions in his gaze. "You just need to try, Jeonghan." You murmur softly, a mite of hope blooming in your chest. "You are already so good to me. You- you make me feel so happy and hopeful and cared for without even trying, Jeonghan. I love being with you. Do you not feel the same about me?"

The man remains wordless, staring at the ground with a clenched jaw, hands in his pockets. The stillness and tension in the room make you swallow nervously, the earlier hope you felt fading into nothing. "And if you don't, then you can just say. I won't force you. It'll be better than this, me always hoping for more and we can just end t-this and go on our ways." Your heart breaks as you say those words but you know that it is best if he lets you go now. You are already in too deep and you can't imagine how worse it will be if you stay and then get discarded once he is bored.

"Is this about Mingyu?" He speaks suddenly, his gaze sharp, tone accusatory. The sudden mention of the younger man's name perplexes you and you wonder if you even heard him right. "What!" You yell, confusion painted all over your face.

"No, really, is this about him? You were talking about him earlier on the phone too. Do you like him? Is this your way of wiggling out of this relationship?" Mouth open, you watch him, not believing he just said those words. "You-" tears choke you up as you try to speak, a couple of drops trailing down your face.

How could he say something like that? Does he even hear himself?

"I- am truly, madly, deeply in love with you and yet you say that- You know what, I should leave. You need to get your shit together, Jeonghan. If you really want me, want a real relationship with me, then we can see each other, or this is goodbye." Fire blazes in your eyes as you pin him down with a stare, your heart breaking with each word you utter. You move around, collecting your phone and purse, wiping the occasional stray tears that fall, desperately trying to keep yourself together.

He stays still, like a statue, his face emotionless as he watches you with blank eyes. You miserably hope that he says something, does something, asks you to stay, anything but he doesn't and it shatters your heart even more. So with no more hope, you sling your bag over your shoulder and walk past him, the sound of your feet tapping against the tiles filling the grave silence. Sobs escape you but you try to muffle them, hands clamping over your mouth as you step out his door. But all hell breaks loose when you enter the empty elevator. Tears blur your vision as you hastily press the ground floor button and then sag onto the floor, violent sobs wracking your body, your tears flowing freely as you curl into a ball and just cry, your ugly sobs echoing in the empty elevator.

It's almost 11 at night when you sit on the floor of your living room, eyes set on the TV screen but mind elsewhere, as you keep stuffing your face with chips and occasionally taking sips of beer. Chan has yet to return so you are left with your own company, drowning your sorrow in the beer and the noise of the TV providing you some sort of false assurance. Your stupid self held on to the hope throughout the day that Jeonghan would at least call or text but he didn't and the realization that it is over for good has started to settle in your bones. You are still processing it, wondering where it went wrong, whether it was your fault. But you know it wasn't.

You once again remember how Jeonghan brought up Mingyu for no god damn reason and the memory makes you fume once again.

How dare that asshole! He not only brought that innocent kid up in a conversation which was about him but also he has ghosted you completely, giving you no closure as sit and cry about your broken heart.

The sorrow and pain blanket you so much that you don't take notice of how the front door opens and your brother enters the house, watching you with a confused expression as he stands a few feet away from you. "Noona?" His voice stops the train of your thoughts as your head whips towards him. "Oh! hey, Chan! Welcome back!" A reply, a bit too enthusiastically, trying hard to not let your voice crack.

"I told you not to wait for me," he frowns, stepping closer to you and setting his backpack down on the couch. "I missed you," you wave your hand lazily in the air, turning your face away to hide your puffy eyes now that he's closer. From the corner of your eye, you can see his gaze is on you, concerned and probably judgemental. His eyes scan over the two empty cans of beer lying next to the one you are currently drinking. You swallow, thinking of saying something that will distract him but he's faster than you.

"What's wrong?" His voice is calm, casual, like he's asking you if you've had dinner.

"N-nothing," your stupid voice cracks as you sip your beer, avoiding him. You hear him sigh and then shuffle, as he sits down next to you, legs crossed and reaches for the chips on your bowl. "Hey! Wash your hands first!" You bat his hand away, scowling at him. His gaze meets yours and you know he can clearly see how bloated your face is from all the crying. "I know something is wrong. Tell me, noona." He murmurs, putting a chip in his mouth. "Wash your hands, idiot." You whisper, voice pathetically timid, like you are on the verge of falling apart.

"I will after you tell me what's wrong." He says, getting comfortable, resting his back on the couch behind you. You heave a frustrated sigh, combing a hand through your hair as you decide to just stare at the TV. Your brother does the same to for a while and you sigh in relief, thinking he has dropped the topic. But he keeps surprising you.

"It's about him, isn't it?" His voice is calm, confident and you mentally curse your brother for reading you so well. "Did you two break up? Did that asshole cheat on you?" His pitch raises at the end as he leans closer to look at your face.

"No Chan! He didn't cheat! It's- complicated." You mutter.

"Is it? He hurt you, that's clear. What did he do?"

"Nothing! He did nothing! That's the problem!" You yell, groaning in frustration as you rest your head on the coffee table. Chan stays silent and you know he's waiting for you to continue. "I- I wanted more. He didn't or maybe did- I don't know. He- he said nothing. I poured out my heart to him and he just stood there, saying nothing. I left and he didn't stop me." A small, pitiful sob crawls out of your mouth as you sniffle. Perhaps what hurt you most was how he didn't stop you when you left, how he didn't even acknowledge your words, how he didn't give you anything, not a yes or a no, just silence. Utter, haunting silence.

That's what broke your heart so much. Did the past few months mean so little to him that he just decided to get you out of his hair like that?

"He's an asshole for that. You deserve better." Chan murmurs as one of his hands reach out to softly pat your back. You huff, frustrated at your overwhelming emotions as you peek a look at him. "We shouldn't be talking about my pathetic love life. I should ask you how your trip went."

"It was fine. Nothing exciting to talk about. And I like hearing you talk, whatever it is. You always look out for me. I barely get to do the same." He averts his gaze from you, a pink tint coating his cheeks and you can't help but laugh, seeing your grumpy little brother be sappy. "I really appreciate it, Chan. And you always look out for me. Who says you don't?" You wipe your eyes and take his hand in yours to squeeze it reassuringly.

"I do. You- you are always working so hard for me. You take care of me all the time. You barely have time for yourself or do something for yourself anymore because of me." Your brother whispers, a look of guilt sitting on his face as he fiddles with the hem of his shirt. Your heart breaks at the sight.

"Chan, no, that's not true. At all." You shuffle closer to him, voice pleading. "And I like taking care of you. You are my brother, it is my duty."

He sighs, saying nothing and you can see his eyes getting misty. Words get stuck in the back of your throat, seeing your brother like this. He is the type to rarely show his emotions and witnessing him like this hurts you deeply because you realize he has kept his pain all to himself. You struggle to say something to comfort him, to tell him it's all good but he suddenly clears his throat, sitting up straight and looking at you. "Anyway. I have some good news to share."

"Oh?" You blink.

"Remember the modeling gig Mingyu got? Well...I applied too and they accepted me."

"Wait- what? Really?!" You yell, eyes widening like saucers as a huge grin spreads on your face. Your brother nods, smiling shyly and you engulf him into a hug. "Chan congratulations! I'm so proud of you my handsome brother!"

He laughs. "Oh please. But thanks, noona. My first shoot is next week." He says, trying to free himself from your hold. "I'll be sure to drop by." You grin.

"You don't have to but okay."

You wave him off, reaching for the unopened beer can on the table. "We need to celebrate. Here." You open the can and then shove it in his hand before clinking yours to it. "Cheers." As you finish your can, you say. "I'll make you a nice meal for you tomorrow. Or maybe we should go out. What do you say? My treat."

Your brother laughs at your enthusiasm, shaking his head. "Anything you make will be fine. And I want to treat you after I get my pay."

"Okay, I'll hold you on to that." You send a teasing look his way and he chuckles, shaking his head. A comfortable silence stretches in the air, as you two mutely watch the TV while sipping your beers. You feel a lot better than you did earlier as the thoughts of Jeonghan do not haunt every cell of your brain anymore. And you want to keep it this way.

When you're about to get up to grab some more snacks, Chan suddenly speaks.

"Forget about him, noona." He murmurs, eyes trained on the TV screen. He doesn't even look your way, almost like he's alone here, talking to himself. "I'll work hard. For you, for us. I'll make so much money that even he won't be able to compete. And I'll take care of you. Pay you back for everything you've done for me."

Your eyes once again become glossy as you watch your brother in silence. He resumes sipping on his beer, occasionally reaching for the bowl of chips, acting like he did not just say all that. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you move your eyes towards the TV, murmuring, " You don't have to but thank you. For saying that."

Your brother only hums from beside you and a small, content smile sits on your face as you both sit in silence, huddled close to each other, watching the TV.

It's early morning on the weekend when your beauty sleep is interrupted by your bursting bladder. With half open eyes, you waddle towards your bathroom, bumping into things as you are still tired from all the laughing and drinking from last night. It was Mingyu's treat at a Korean barbecue restaurant. You and Chan went, along with a few of their friends. It was fun, more than you had expected as it got your mind off of everything. They were great company, chatty, lively, fun and it was easy to lose track of time. When you and Chan returned home it was almost two in the morning but you didn't regret it. Mostly. It has been a long time since you had this much fun but you wish you drank a little less as you still feel your head ache.

Quickly washing your hands, you make your way back to your bed, stumbling along the route as you get comfortable beneath the comforter again. Snuggling into the pillows, you close your eyes, almost traveling back to dreamland but a certain sound garners your attention, preventing your slumber. It sounds distant, like a bell ringing and you think you are dreaming. But then, you hear it a couple more times and you sit up, eyes half closed, silently cursing under your breath. Your eyes move to your bedside clock.

7:05 am.

Who the fuck is at the door this early on a weekend?

Grumbling to yourself, you scramble out of your bed, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes as you open the door to your room.

"You really have some balls showing up here, on a weekend morning at that." Your sleep-ridden brain takes a while to process that the voice is Chan's.

"Please- just- let me talk to her."

The second voice, however, doesn't take much time to be registered by your foggy mind. His voice sends shivers up your spine and suddenly you are wide awake, alert, your heart beating like it just ran a marathon.

"Get the fuck out or I will kick you out myself." You hear Chan threaten and you immediately step into the common area, eyes wide as you watch your brother stand on the threshold of the main door, his frame hiding another person. "Chan!" Your voice calls automatically. He turns around and another head pops up from behind him, making your heart skip a few beats.

Jeonghan.

His pleading eyes are the first thing you notice— a spark flickering through them as they meet yours, followed by the faint bags underneath his eyes. His hair is disheveled but the most bewildering thing other than his sudden appearance is his outfit— he's wearing a literal three-piece suit.

Why is he dressed for work on a weekend morning? And why does he look so exhausted?

"Do you want me to throw this sleazeball out?" Chan turns to look at you and your eyes widen at his words. A part of you wants to scold him for his words but the other, bigger part of you puffs in pride. Your little brother just called a billionaire sleazeball right at his face. He really wasn't kidding when he said he's gonna take care of you from now on.

However, you have a lot of questions that need to be answered so you send a proud, reassuring smile his way. "It's alright, Chan. I got this." Your eyes move to Jeonghan, "My room." You mouth, turning on your heel. Begrudgingly, Chan moves out of Jeonghan's way but not before sending a burning glare at the older man as he hurries inside.

With Jeonghan tailing you, you pad into your bedroom and he closes the door behind him. Your room isn't perfect right now, your unkempt bed and messy dresser make you a little embarrassed but shove those thoughts away, clearing your throat as you start making your bed, something to keep you a little distracted and less agitated. "Sit." You murmur, well aware that Jeonghan's eyes are burning into you. He follows your word as he gently sits down at a corner of your bed, his eyes wandering around your room. Silence prevails as you fix your pillows and fold your blanket before sitting down beside him but maintaining a safe distance.

With the corner of your eye, you watch him stare at the ground, chewing on his lower lip as he fidgets with his fingers. You sigh, "I'm sure you haven't shown up at my place this early on a weekend to just sit in silence."

Your voice seems to break him out of a trance, "Hmm? No, I- I actually came straight from the airport. I was in Singapore the past few days."

That explains his tired look and crinkled clothes. Your heart thuds loudly as you wonder what made him rush to you straight from the airport. But you stop yourself from being too hopeful and stare at him as boredly as possible, waiting for him to continue. He sighs, raking a hand through his hair. "Anyway. I...I have a lot to say to you."

"I'm sure you do." You can't help the sarcasm in your voice, setting your eyes on the ground.

"I- I am sorry," Jeonghan announces suddenly, a desperate note in his voice. You're surprised at how he cuts to the chase. "I am really sorry for that day, for bringing Mingyu up for no reason. I- I was a coward, okay? I- everything you said was true and it caught me really off guard and before I knew it I was saying those stupid shit but you have to know I didn't mean them." Even though your eyes are not on him, you know he's looking at you with the most pleading gaze. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you say nothing and stare harder at your feet, trying to keep the tears at bay.

A short silence follows before he whispers, "I want more too. I want you completely to myself too. I want to build a life with you too. After you left, it felt like my heart was ripped into two, as cheesy as it sounds. I realized what an idiot I was and I swear I was about to go after you until I got a call and I had to fly out to Singapore immediately." He breathes, his voice the softest. You don't dare move, afraid that if you move, this moment will break and you will wake up to realize everything was just a dream.

Jeonghan sighs quietly, rubbing his temples, "I thought about you and me long and hard for the past few days. And I realized how much joy you bring into my life and how much I hate being away from you. Without knowing I've fallen for you too and I can't imagine my life without you anymore. Yes, I had different thoughts before but that was just me being a stubborn asshole. I want you to be mine and I want to be yours. I'm...done playing. I like you, ____. Fuck, I love you."

You can't stop yourself from looking over at him, the passion and need in his voice pulling you like a siren's call, your eyes wildly searching his face for any clue on whether he is joking. But you're met with an expectant, almost shy gaze as he watches you with bated breath, pupils blown out as if he himself just realized his feelings.

"I-" Whatever you wanted to say, dies on your throat. You struggle to find the right words as your brain becomes a mushy pile of mess, tears brimming in your eyes. "Do- do you m-mean it?"

"I do."

A lone tear makes its way down your cheek as you shake your head at the incredulity of the situation. Half of you still can't believe that this is real while the other half weeps in happiness, not knowing what else to do. You don't realize you are quietly sobbing until you feel Jeonghan rest the gentlest of hands on your shoulder, as he scoots closer to you. "Hey," he calls for you, pushing the stray hair out of your face to take a look at you. Your misty eyes confuse him as he retracts his hand from your shoulder,

"I- did I do something wrong? Do you not feel the same about me anymore?"

Despite the situation, you can't help but roll your eyes. This man is so fucking dense when it comes to emotions. Sighing, you wipe your eyes and sit straighter, turning to look at him. "What do you mean I don't feel the same about you anymore?" You glare at him. "I couldn't get you out of my mind ever since I last saw you, asshole. How could I? I fucking love you. I was mad at you- maybe still am but I love you so freaking much, Yoon Jeonghan." The tears you wiped away start to reappear as you utter your fragile truth while trying to stay mad at him. As you hear yourself say the words, you once again realize just how much you mean them, how much he means to you.

Jeonghan, however, seems elated, as the playful spark in his eyes return, accompanied by happiness as his lips break into the sweetest grin which you can't help but reciprocate.

He doesn't say anything but wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you tightly against his chest where you immediately melt. It's your safe place; his strong arms, his warmth, the rhythm of his heartbeat, his intoxicating scent. You bury your nose into his chest, arms gripping his waist tightly as you feel all the stress and worry melt away. You are happy, happier than ever, safe and you feel like you can do anything in the world right now. Jeonghan's fingers repeatedly stroke your hair as he whispers, "I'm sorry for being an asshole. I'm sorry it took me so long. I'm so sorry."

"Well...I can forgive you if..." You pull back from his arms as your eyes wander to his pink lips and whisper shyly, "you kiss me right now." Jeonghan smirks, happy, surprised, proud and he wastes no time to attach his lips to yours. Fireworks go off in your head as you revel the feeling of his soft lips against yours, his addictive taste that you so desperately craved. Your tongues dance against each other passionately as you lose yourself in his taste and touch. Moaning, one of your hands moves to push off his blazer from his shoulder as he shuffles, moving on top of you, pushing you backward on the bed. Your hands aimlessly claw his back as you try to wrap your legs around his waist, wanting him closer.

"Wait- fuck." Jeonghan pants, resting his weight on his arms as his blown out pupils meet yours. "I- I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I'm not here for sex... so if you don't want to, we-"

"Who are you and what have you done with Jeonghan?" You tease, raising a brow at his attitude. Jeonghan rolls his eyes. "I'm serious."

"So am I. Who's this gentleman and where is the playboy I know?" You fake frown, pretending to scrutinize his face. Jeonghan sighs in defeat. "He's gone for good. However, if you don't like this gentleman, then I have no choice but to bring out the demon." His voice deepens as he nips on your jawline before trailing down towards your neck where he licks and bites until pretty marks form. "Oh yeah?" You sigh, eyes falling shut as you squeeze the bedsheets in your hands. "Let's see how rough you can be." You challenge. Jeonghan stops his ministrations to take a look at you and once he realizes you're serious, his demeanor completely changes. He sits up and commands, "Take your shirt off, little brat. Don't make me repeat myself."

You spring into action, a coy smile sitting on your face as you quickly take the clothing off, pussy throbbing at his deep voice, his no-nonsense tone and the heated gaze he sends your way.

Once your top half is naked his hands reach for your pajamas but not before drinking in your naked form, his eyes scanning every inch of your naked half hungrily. In a swift tug, they come off and when he sees you're not wearing any underwear, he cocks a brow at you as heat flares in your face. "No underwear huh?" He chuckles, tossing your pajamas behind him. Leaving you squirming, touch starved, and butt naked on the bed, he stands up and starts taking his shirt off, painfully slow. He sees the clear desperation in your eyes which makes him grin predatorily. Your eyes move along with his hands as you openly ogle every inch of skin that comes into view. Once the shirt is off, he removes his belt and then his pants and boxers as they bunch around his thighs. What you were waiting for finally comes into view and you let out an unabashed moan, pussy clenching at the sight of his hard, bobbing length.

"Please," you whisper automatically, eyes meeting his turbulent gaze as you swallow at the thought of his length inside your mouth. You've only sucked him off a couple of times, during which you couldn't even fit it whole inside your mouth. Jeonghan had been patient with you, guiding you through it and pulling you off of him too quickly, saying you will get hurt. However, you feel like he won't be doing that today and a shiver runs down your spine at the thought.

"What are you doing? Come over here and suck like a good girl." He orders and you immediately crawl towards the end of your bed, hands reaching to pump the base of his throbbing length. The pink tip leaks a few beads of precum and focusing your eyes on him, you give him a kittenish lick, his taste coating your mouth. Moaning, you wrap your lips around the swollen tip, sucking his cock head, eyes never leaving his. Hissing, he grabs a fistful of your hair. "I said, suck."

His tone makes your pussy gush as you happily do so, enveloping his length with your mouth, until you feel him touch the back of your throat and he isn't even fully inside yet. Pulling back, you take a deep breath before diving back in and you don't stop until you can feel him in your throat, his full length lodged inside your mouth. Tears leak out of your eyes as you breathe through your nose, trying not to gag as your pussy throbs.

"Oh fuck-" Jeonghan grunts, head lolling back as you feel the grip on your hair strengthen. "Fuck, that feels so good." His praises make your pussy leak as you start bobbing your head with new vigor, one of your hands trailing down to rub yourself, the sinful sight of Jeonghan moaning making you extremely needy.

He picks up pace, hips thrusting into your mouth faster as his hands hold an iron grip on your head. Tears now freely stroll down your face, as you simply keep your jaw slack, drool dribbling down the corners of your mouth, letting Jeonghan fuck your face. Your hands work on your clit, rubbing it in fast motions, trying to bring yourself to an orgasm.

"Fuck, are you touching yourself, dirty girl?" Jeonghan hisses, craning his head to one side as his eyes focus on your fingers playing with your pussy. "Does sucking me off turn you on that much? Dirty slut." Jeonghan smirks, making you mewl as you increase the movement of your fingers, your orgasm approaching quicker due to his filthy words. Just when you are about to fall into your orgasm, he pushes your mouth off of his length as he breathes heavily, dark eyes watching you. "Get your hands off your pussy." He orders making you whine.

"Please-"

Impatient, he does it himself as he pries your fingers away from your core before pushing you back onto the bed. He then takes off his pants and boxers before crawling on top of you, a predatory glint in his eyes as he watches your heated face, eyes full of need, beckoning him closer. "I need to come inside you." He whispers, more to himself than you as his lips trail over your earlobe and then down your jawline.

"P-please do." You beg, heavy breaths falling from your lips. "Mhmm. I will. But I need to prep you first." He moves down towards your pussy but your desperation stops him. "Don't n-need it. Please, just f-fuck me." Your hands grab his biceps, eyes silently begging him. Jeonghan halts. "Are you sure, darling? I don't wanna-"

"Please! I can take it. J-just fuck me." You whine, your desperation reaching its tipping point. The need to have him inside you right now is enough to make you go mad.

You want to point out how you are literally dripping onto the bed, a wet patch forming on the sheets but instead, you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer before reaching out to cup his cheek. "Please, I've missed you. Need you, daddy."

Your soft voice, paired with the needy, doe-eyed look you give him is enough to make Jeonghan lose his damn mind. With a growl, he captures your lips in a bruising kiss as his hands move to line up his cock to your pussy. "You asked for it." He warns and that's all you get before he's pushing his entire length inside you, a high pitched shriek falling from your lips as an overwhelming feeling of fullness consumes your entire body.

"Careful babe, don't want your little brother hearing us," Jeonghan whispers lowly, his warm breath tickling your ear and you can feel the bastard smirk cockily. Biting your lip, you refrain from making any more noise as Jeonghan increases his pace, his sharp thrusts hitting so deep inside you, your whole body shakes. Mindless babbles fall from your lips as your hands clutch into his back tightly, your nails digging into his skin which makes Jeonghan hiss in pleasure. "Fuck, I don't think I'm gonna last long." He mutters, eyes moving onto your face, the fucked out look on you making him groan, as he buries his head in your neck, painting the skin with pretty marks.

"Please...gonna come- make m-me come." you plead and Jeonghan listens, one of his hands moving to push a couple of his fingers into your mouth. "Suck," He commands softly, dark eyes watching as you wrap your lips around his digits, sucking them sloppily like it is his cock, never breaking eye contact. Spikes of pleasure shoot throughout your veins as he retreats his fingers from your mouth and places them on your sensitive nub. "Oh my god!" You wail, eyes falling shut as your body arches at his touch.

Jeonghan starts playing with your clit, rubbing it swiftly before pulling and pinching it between his index and thumb. His mouth showers kisses and nips on your neck and the overwhelming feeling of pleasure consumes you, the tightly winded coil in your gut snapping as you feel a violent orgasm wreck your body. Jeonghan comes with you, releasing deep inside you in thick spurts, his breathy noises prolonging your orgasm. You think you almost black out for a second before you feel Jeonghan pick up the pace again as he whispers. "One more love, wanna feel you come one more time."

His soft whisper sends shivers down your spine and without thinking, you nod, holding him tightly, burying your face in his neck. Your brain has stopped functioning properly long ago and all you can feel are the way Jeonghan's hips snap into you and the warmth radiating from him. You feel vulnerable yet safe at the same time as you hold his body close to yours and breathe in his scent.

"G-gonna come again," you mewl into his neck, making him huff as he grunts. "Yeah? Me too baby. Come on, come for me, my love."

His sweet words paired with the way his lips venture down towards your breasts, sucking and biting while one of his hands plays with your oversensitive clit make you release a loud cry of his name. Soon after, you come for the second time, your orgasm brain numbing, making your toes curl and your whole body twitch. Jeonghan feels you tighten around him as you come and he can't hold back either as he fills you up for the second time, calling your name softly, his warm breathes fanning your face.

Your ears ring and you are too tired to move a muscle as you lie there, with Jeonghan panting harshly on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight. For a while there is silence, nothing other than the harsh breathing of you both before you feel Jeonghan soften and slide out of you, making his release drip down your pussy and you wince. He collapses next to you and wastes no time to pull you close, your sweaty bodies tangling into a mess but you don't mind. The safety and comfort of being in his arms post orgasm, no worries whatsoever and hearing his heartbeat is enough to lull you to sleep. And you are almost drifting off when he suddenly asks. "You wanna tell me about that notification from Sugar and Spice?"

You blink, prying your tired eyes open as you peek a look at him. The view takes your breath away, the early morning sun falling on one side of his face, bathing it in an angelic glow, accentuating his features, his hair messily falling over his face and a soft, playful smile resting on his face. Your heart beats loudly in your ears and you realize you just fell in love with him all over again.

"Babe?" He calls, a knowing smirk on his face. "I know I'm gorgeous but can you stare at me later?" His voice snaps you out of his thoughts as you roll your eyes, hitting him in the chest softly. He props his body on one of his elbows and peeks at your face, waiting for your explanation and a shy smile sets on your face as you think about the answer to his question.

A few days ago, on an afternoon when you were bored and broken hearted, you logged into the sugar daddy app to go through it one last time before deleting it. Just for fun, you had typed in what you were looking for, waiting for the app to find you a match and lo and behold, it matched you with Jeonghan. You had screamed, half surprised and half annoyed at how that man wouldn't just leave you alone. And somehow, as you were throwing the tantrum, you accidentally liked his profile.

How smooth.

"I was so confused when I got the notification." Jeonghan grins seeing you smile at the memory. "Wanna explain that?" He wiggles his brows. You shove his face away. "Ugh. I just logged into it for fun. I was gonna delete it anyway. Your stupid app matched me with you." Jeonghan feigns hurt. "How could you call it stupid? I'd say it is a very good app because we're a perfect match and now you're my girlfriend." He links his fingers with yours, nuzzling your neck as heat flares through your face.

Girlfriend. Right.

"You wanna tell me why you have a profile on your app? Were you looking for a new sugar baby?" You narrow your gaze at him. Jeonghan's eyes widen. "No! I created my profile long ago, just after I launched it. I mean, I made it so..."

"Mhmm." You hum, snuggling closer to him. "I deleted mine, just so you know. I've already found my sugar daddy."

"Oh? Just a sugar daddy? Not a boyfriend or something?"

"Yeah, that too." Your eyes remain closed as you shrug like it's no big deal making him laugh quietly. "Well, just so you know, I've found my soulmate, lover, girlfriend...whatever they call it." He breathes, pressing a kiss on the corner of your lips. His words make your heart melt and you pout your lips for more kisses but he retreats, a cocky smile on his face as he leaves you hanging. "Now let's clean you up, darling."

"Asshole." You mutter under your breath and a smack lands on your ass making you squeal. You turn your head to see Jeonghan heading for your bathroom, throwing a wink at you. With a love-struck smile, you snuggle back into your bed, listening to Jeonghan hum a tune from the bathroom.

Later, after he has cleaned and dressed you up and put on his clothes, Jeonghan heads out of your bedroom, claiming he has to bond with his brother-in-law. His words and the way he so casually announces them give your stomach butterflies; the thought of a future with Jeonghan making your heart melt.

As you lie in your bed hearing your boyfriend and your brother talk from the other room— thankfully and surprisingly not fight, you reach for your phone and look for Sugar and Spice in the app store. Biting your lip, your hands glide over the keyboard as you type out a review.

Five stars. Highly recommend this app. Started out looking for a sugar daddy but ended up with so much more. Give it a try guys and you just might get lucky like me.

Shutting your phone down, you clutch it to your chest and stare at your ceiling, a wide, goofy grin on your face. For probably the first time in your life you feel so happy, so complete, so at peace. Hearing the muffled laughter of Jeonghan and Chan from the other room warms your heart further, making you feel like everything is okay and it is. Sighing in content, you get up from your bed and step out of your room, joining your brother and your boyfriend as they watch a game on the TV. Jeonghan pulls you next to him and with a shy smile, you snuggle close to him, not before raising a surprised so-you-are-getting-along-with-him brow at your brother who rolls his eyes, muttering something under his breath as he excuses himself to the kitchen.

You get comfortable next to Jeonghan, linking your hands with his, eyes trained on the TV screen as he nuzzles his face in your hair before pressing a kiss on your temple. "I love you," he whispers.

"I love you, too." You smile, holding his hand tighter.

And it doesn't get much better than this.

A/N 2: Funny thing, the day I was writing the scene where Dino says he got the modeling gig was the day when Elle Korea released their recent photoshoot with Dino lol. anyway, if you have any drabble requests regarding this couple then my asks are always open. if you enjoyed this please comment and share!

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