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muselin · 1 year ago

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Loved your Donghae nsfw alphabet😭😭😭 could we get another alphabet? for Leeteuk or Yesung maybe? pretty please 👀

Super Junior Yesung NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

A little obsessive. Does anything hurt? Are you hungry? Do you want a bath? No matter how tired he is, Yesung tries to cover all possible bases for you because he just can't help it, his brain gets wired after some good sex and he wants to give back to you in every way he can, not just in bed.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On you it's your breasts/chest. More traditional perhaps than one would expect, but there's something incredibly comforting (and hot) he finds about being able to bury his face there while he's fucking you over his lap, being able to suck and tease your nipples and watch you bite your lips. On himself, it's a bit difficult as anyone who knows Yesung knows he goes through phases, but it's usually his arms or whatever part you told him you get horny for that week.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

A little messy, likes to cover you in streaks. Whether it's on your stomach, chest or back, he likes to mark you in that way and he gets a little territorial, doesn't always tell you if a stray drop makes it to your hair.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Wants to cum on your face after throat fucking you. Hard. But he thinks it would be too much and he really struggles to find the words to ask you for it. Instead he watches and waits for those nights where you're particularly thirsty for his cock and he wades in a little, tugging on your hair, pushing your head down onto his cock harder than usual and doesn't apologise when you choke.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

As with all of Super Junior, they're grown men in their mid to late thirties. Yesung's been around, he knows how to please and it's apparent just from the way he takes your clothes off.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

You over his lap is one of his favourites. Partly so he can manhandle you and partly so he can watch how your face reflects the pleasure he's giving you. Loves pulling you down over his length, pressing his fingers into your thighs and feeling your weight on top of him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Rarely goofy, mostly serious and sometimes sweet. May laugh a little when he teases you but he's a romantic, if he's doing it then he's fully invested.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Mostly lets it be, with a trim every now and then.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He is a romantic and an open book. Unlike some other members he's more open with his feelings and that's in every way he can show you. It's in his words ("Fuck, I love you so much"), in his movements, the way he cradles your body which remains somehow reverent even when he's practically bruising your skin in his grip.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Rarely, and if he does he's thinking of you. When he does though he's such a sight. He doesn't like to talk about what he does when he jacks off but after enough begging from you he does share a few special ways he likes his dick stroked.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Jewellery and choking a little bit. Hear me out. If he has rings on he wants to finger you with them. If you've got earrings, he'll nibble on your earlobe and play with them. If you have a necklace or choker on, he gets hard thinking about the imprint he can make on your skin of it when he bends you over with a hand over your neck.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He's not a prude but he's private. He'll happily do you in every room of the house, every corner of the hotel room if you're on vacation, he'll fuck you in the shower but it won't leave the confines of what can constitute a private residence.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

His thoughts and feelings. The thought of how much he loves you and how hot you look naked in his bed has him basically halfway there. And your jewellery. Tends to gift you jewellery a lot.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Won't do it in public, he doesn't like the idea of being watched by strangers and finds it tasteless.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Likes receiving a little more, goes with his fantasy of throat fucking you and cumming on your face. But boy does he lose track of time when he's in between your thighs. He's patient and he'll definitely try to get you off more than once with his mouth before he's even entered you. He's not the fastest learner but he makes up for it in patience and likes it when you physically move him to where you want him. Loves it when you ride his face.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Rarely fast but usually sensual, varies with the intensity when he wants to show you who's in control and when he wants you to scream.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not usually a fan but if it's a very busy day or night ahead and he knows it's a quickie or nothing, he'll take it. That will also be one of the rarer times he goes so fast and hard and makes you feel like your lungs don't work properly.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He has a lot of interests and he'll dabble in a lot. Sensation play, tying you up, overstimulatiom, different toys, little pain play, and he'll let you try it all on him too, he thinks it's only fair. He knows how to keep things from getting boring and it really stokes the connection between you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

One good long round. He might go again later in the day or in the morning but he likes to take his time and his round takes it out of you too.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

As mentioned above he does like them and accumulates quite a lot with you. A lot of clit teasers, bullet and egg vibrators and some dildos. The vibrators might be used on him too and you both love your growing toy box.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's not so much a tease as he likes taking it slow but sometimes he takes it VERY far. Especially if you're tipsy and he knows you're more horny and less patient than normal, that will be the night where he chooses to tie you down and run the gamut of the toy box and his tongue over you until you're begging and practically crying to be filled and fucked properly.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not very loud but the sounds he makes get you so hot that you beg him for dirty voice messages once in a while. Breathy, deep moans, tense dirty talk and once in a while a growl from deep in his chest if he's spilling inside you, holy fuck.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Dirty talk and phone sex. Since you love his voice and he swears a lot, bless him, when you're apart you often end up calling him with your hand down your pants taking instructions from him. "I want you to tease your filthy little pussy, slide your fingers in between and tell me how it tastes. Good, isn't it? Now, put the phone down next to you so I can hear how fucking wet you are when you finger yourself. I'll tell you how fast to go. If you're good, I'll let you test out the new dildo I bought you last week that we haven't tried yet."

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

A little longer and thicker than average and he knows how to use it very well. Girthy, and he fills you up really well, really lets you feel it when he rolls his hips into you slowly.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Steady, healthy drive. Ready to go most days and would happily do so if given the chance. He needs a rest day every now and then like most of us but on the whole he's quite a horny one.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Anyone who knows him knows he struggles to sleep and it isn't too different after sex. But after he's taken care of you and is happy that you're off to dreamland, he gets there faster himself as well.

#super junior smut #yesung smut #suju smut #super junior yesung smut #super junior hard hours

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shyminmin · 1 year ago

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༄𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐗 𝐟.𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | Fantasy, Mermaid AU | ༄𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2.8k + ༄𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Minor angst

"One iced Americano please" the mysterious man let out in a raspy voice as deep as the Mariana Trench.

All I could do was sit there and stare. It was like I was hypnotized or in some sort of trance.

His mis-matched attire did nothing to dampen his looks, in fact, in some crazy odd way, they seemed to complement and even enhance them. But that's coming from someone like me who hasn't the faintest clue on the in's and outs of fashion trends to begin with.

Sporting a lean, masculine frame under all those loose fitting clothes of faded greys and browns, areas of pale skin peeked out, holding an almost pearlescent sheen when hit by the light in a certain way.

A wide brimmed hat sat atop his head where strands of inky black hair poked out from beneath.

He stood there leaning against the bar counter, drumming his long, slender fingers onto its surface out of boredom, while he waited for his order. He exuded a level of power and authority which I couldn't quite place, making him all the more intriguing.

Who was this man and why was I getting so affected by him? Do random people who walk into cafes possess some hidden ability to render a person speechless.

Huffing I tried to maintain my composure.

Get it together Y/n! All he did was come in and order a damn coffee!

I was so absorbed in the scene in front of me that I couldn't help but jump in my seat when I felt someone's hand tap my arm.

"You with us lass?" Dongha's voice made me divert my gaze to him.

"S-sorry?" I let out, calming down from the surprise.

"Ah look at her, she was totally out of it."

"What were ye so immersed in?" The other two men chimed in.

"Uh...." Words were caught in my throat as I tried to come up with an excuse, not exactly wanting to say that I was ogling an innocent man, like some stalker.

I tried to speak again but was cut off from a distant voice.

"Your drink sir," I heard the cafe's barista say, making me once again look towards the newcomer.

Straightening his posture, he took the offered beverage, humming an inaudible 'thank you.' From his side profile I could see the slight upturn of his lips, emphasizing his knife sharp jawline. My heart did a flip at the imagery.

Oh boy, what is wrong with me!?

"Y/n dear, is everythin' alright?"

Still watching, the dark haired man dove deep into his pant pocket, pulling out an unusual small thatched pouch. Riffling through it, he took out a bunch of coins and handed them over to the server. My eyes must've been deceiving me at one stage as I could've sworn that amidst his change was an object, spherical in shape, that shone brightly against the rest. Dumbfounded about what I had spotted, I tried to make sense of it.

Who just casually keeps a pearl in amongst their money like it was nothing? It had to be a fake, right? Somehow I had a feeling my assumptions were false, it in fact being quite authentic. Once all the exchanges were finalized, the man suddenly turned so his face was now on full display, causing me to gulp at the sight.

Clear, smooth skin that has never been touched by the light of day and thin, moist lips that were sheltered by an adorable miniature nose. Soft looking cheeks that contrasted heavily with his sharp, angular brows that his dark waves covered most of like a curtain. But the most mesmerizing and jaw dropping thing of all was his-

Eyes...

Two slanted eyes, much like a cat's and the darkest shades of cerulean blue I have ever seen. Two that I was starting to get hopelessly lost within, like a whirlpool sucking me into it's swirling depths with no means of letting me go.

Suddenly they met my own, his pupils ever so slightly dilating resembling the darkest depths of the ocean itself. My heart proceeded to skip a beat at the intensity of his gaze, the air fleeing my lungs like a balloon deflating.

Oh my...

"Cheong Y/n!" All the fishermen shouted, trying to get my attention.

"I-I have to go to the restroom," standing up I made my way in the opposite direction of the male that had me so captivated.

"Lass, I advise that ya walk the other way if you don't want ta end up smack dab in a sack full o' flour."

Realising where I was heading from Myungsoo's warning, I swiftly turned, doing a 180 and locating the door to the women's bathroom, avoiding becoming a cheap knock off of the abominable snowman.

Why am I so flustered? My brain has turned to mush. I cursed myself for my mindless stupidity.

Reaching the wooden door reading 'Ladies' I pushed it open, letting out a sigh of relief when it closed behind me, evidently forming a barrier between me and the intense atmosphere of the cafe.

All the while though, before retreating to the safety of the bathroom stalls, I had the strangest inkling that two dark, brooding eyes were boring into my back, watching my every move. Whether that was a good or bad thing, I couldn't say.

Coming to this town sure is making several buried emotions and feelings I have never experienced before come to the surface.

Patting my cheeks, I tried to will away the redness, judging from the extreme heat I was feeling at the moment.

It had been close to ten minutes by the time I had regained my bearings and exited the bathroom. I discreetly scoped out the area, wondering whether the intense man was still there. I was almost prepared to set up camp in the bathroom if he was in fact still standing there making the air unbreathable with his presence.

Thankfully he appeared to have left, the only occupants being my unusual entourage and another random couple in the back, keeping to themselves. Noticing I had returned, the three elderly fishermen, who had been waiting expectantly, stood up rushing over to me. Their faces, one of worry and confusion.

"Ye ok? Ya sure took your time in there lil' lady,"

"Yeah I'm alright, n-never better" I tried to say as convincingly as possible.

"You sure? Ye lookin' a bit like tha clams we dig up n' stew. If you're not feelin' tha best, then we can take ya up there tomorrow," Dongha spoke not swayed by my fluctuating state.

Bringing my hand up, I used the back of it to skim against my forehead, a thin layer of sweat getting picked up from the action. This I could tell was not the kind you'd get from a general hot day.

Did he somehow cause me to get sick?

Coming to a decision, I sighed in resignation. "I might take you up on that offer... S-sorry to cut this journey short..."

Giving me a gentle smile, Dongha pat my head, "Don't ye worry yourself my dear, just focus on gettin' back your spunk. Now we'll be here bright n' early ta drive ye to Chin Chin's. The 'Seascape Inn' right?" He went to confirm where I was currently staying, in which I replied with a nod.

Gratefully smiling up at them all, I gave them a sincere 'thank you' as I waved and watched them walk casually out of the cafe's door, no doubt planning to get back to their planned fishing trip.

Sifting my bare feet through the powdery grains of white, I gazed absentmindedly at the steady rhythm that the waves moved in; coming in to kiss the shoreline only to be pulled back to reconvene with their greater family, the ocean as a whole.

It was always so calming to watch the natural flow of the ocean tides, dictated by the pull of the moon. Whether it be high or low, there was always that constant push and pull, ensuring one that life will keep moving even if you are at your best or worst.

And as long as the moon is there, then the waters have a reason to want to meet their lover, the shore, or are encouraged to reunite with their greater whole. The moon is their sole drive to put their intentions into motion and see that they see them to completion. It doesn't matter how much you may get pulled back, as long as you have that incentive to keep pushing forward, then one day you will surely be rewarded by your efforts and get your happy ending.

I will find my truth.. the whole truth..and hopefully my place in this challenging world..

I looked at the jagged lines of red that took up the entirety of my feet, fading as they wound up my ankles slightly. More questions arose.

Were these inflicted upon me however long ago or were they some strange deformity that I was born with? Medical reports state conflicting assumptions, not making my curiosity any easier to handle. My recurring dreams were the initial thing that spurred me on in this search for answers, however I couldn't ignore this other factor, that was the extensive scarring on my feet. I just knew it was linked to this somehow.

I usually kept them covered up, to avoid unwanted stares, but seeing as I was alone and on a damp, sandy shoreline I allowed myself the luxury of exposing them to the air.

Would Mr Yang know? Coming here is really the last option I have left at finding any hint about myself and origins. The true end of the road for potential revelations.

I dipped them gently into the shallow waters, the salty streams caressing the uneven skin of them like a mother embracing their child, soft, soothing and loving. I mentally praised myself for deciding to come down to the beach that the town was right on the edge of, the water and air certainly doing me some good at making me feel revitalized after how my body reacted to the events in the cafe.

The mysterious man weaved his way into my thoughts.

Maybe he was just passing through.. He seemed about my age, maybe a little older? I got the impression that most of the locals were elderly so he couldn't be from around here.

My heart proceeded to beat just thinking about him. I admit his appearance way surpassed the average norms of physical attraction, however I wasn't one to fall for someone purely based on their looks. That would make me kinda shallow.

No, instead it was some other accompanying reason...

Some other unknown reason that caused me to be drawn to him like the very waves lapping at my feet were beckoned towards Lady Selene herself.

I was in some strange predicament and I hadn't the slightest clue why.

I sighed, well even if this may be the case it's not like I'd find out, since I'd probably never see him again.

Amidst my deep contemplating thoughts the gentle breeze of the sea brought with it a faint but beautiful musical tune, a whistling flow of notes that sent tingles up and down my spine. I looked around trying to follow the melody to its source. My eyes and ears eventually led me to the highest peak of a cliff, which hung over the depths of the sea. Against the sunset, there stood a silhouette of a man, in his hands was a flute as he brought it up to his lips to continue on with his song.

My eyes raked over his outline as the enchanting sounds of his instrument washed over me, putting me into a deep serenity.

Flute glinting in the diminishing light, loose billowing clothes that got rumpled by the passing breeze, a nice lean figure...

Hold on..

Silent, intense aura...

Could it be?

That wide brimmed hat...

It's him!

As if the universe was confirming it for me, the last remnants of light from the setting sun cast upon him, lighting the man's body up and making his unique features visible. The man from the cafe stood there illuminated in all his ethereal glory, the last note of his unknown melody being blown out as he lowered his flute.

Wow... Was all that came to mind.

A sudden gust of wind swept along the beach, causing my hair to blow in all directions, and sea spray to jump up and dot my skin. I gasped at the disruption, wiping away the droplets that landed on my face and flattening down my brown locks. Because of all this, my view of the man had been obstructed. I was about to look back up towards him when a dash of colour zipped past my vision. There riding the strong breeze was a large, black hat.

I felt my eyes widen in realisation. That's not just any ordinary hat, that's His hat!

The strength of the wind must've blown it off his head. Pushing my feet down into the ground, I lunged forward, chasing after the item of clothing. Running in powdery, dry sand proved to be difficult as I almost lost my balance a couple of times, making grabby hands at the headwear only to stumble and grasp at empty air instead. All the while the hat seemed to mock me as it danced around in front of me. It would slowly float down towards the ground until I got close enough only to catch the next gust of wind, propelling it upwards again, casting a faint circular shadow onto me. If it was alive it would definitely be laughing at this pathetic game of cat and mouse we both found ourselves in. I grumbled out in irritation.

Get back here you dumb hat!

A few dozen attempts later, I found myself gasping for breath from the miniature workout I was getting from this stupid chase. I never knew I could loathe something as simple as a hat so much. Swiftly snatching up the object when it least expected it, I jumped up and down in victory, the item of clothing now safe and sound in my clutches.

Hah! Who's laughing now! I glared down at it.

"Now to get you back to your owner," I huffed out, lifting my head back up towards the cliff. Slightly nervous about interacting and coming so close to him, I gripped onto his hat like it was my lifeline.

Huh?

Scanning the now empty spot of land I realized he was gone.

There's something different about her, but he didn't know what. It caused him to become wary and guarded as he made his way to a secluded part of shoreline that was unreachable to the average human. Shrugging off his clothing and placing it amongst a couple of rocks where they couldn't be seen, the male waded in the shallow waters of the sea. When he was far out enough he sank his upper body into the salty depths, so that he was now completely submerged.

Taking a deep breath, he braced himself for what was to come next.

Seconds later, he gritted his teeth from the abrupt influx of pain that crashed upon him, holding back a shout as he felt his bottom half begin to mold together to form one elongated limb. Patches of skin hardened to form clumps of scales and his scarred feet dissolved and widened to form a brilliant powerful fin.

He always questioned himself why he bothered to step foot on land for limited amounts of time if every time he wanted to go, he had to experience this excruciating transformation.

He continued to clench and thrash his changing body around, trying to ease away the pain.

Maybe I should hold off on visits for a while... He voiced in his head. My energy is depleting...

However his thoughts were drawn back to the human female that he had encountered. He'd never seen her before around these parts and she exuded a different kind of energy than most other land dwellers that he had come across while blending in on land.

She radiated a sense of familiarity but also something that was uniquely her.

Dammit! I shouldn't be getting caught up in the lives of humans.

Those oblivious beings were usually the ones who'd find themselves enchanted by his kind's very presence, not the other way around.

As the minutes passed by, the crippling pain slowly subsided, eventually stopping completely. The merman let out a sigh of relief, praising the gods that it was over.

Oof... I almost blacked out this time...

Steadily regaining his strength and movement, he kicked his fluke up and down creating momentum and smoothly shot forward into the great expanse of deep blue, towards his cave where he could relax and settle down for the night.

I shouldn't resurface, but for the love of Amphitrite, she has my hat!

| 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 | ༄⋆

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number-one-hiphop-tribe · 7 months ago

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@ Autumn Group: It looks like the Halloween theme is going to win by a landslide. What will everyone dress up as?

Saimon: "It certainly does! You can see the extremes in voting results already. I wonder if I should dress up as a cat? Who knows, it might be fun."

Hajun: "allen was very insistent on bae with matching costumes so i went along (for the bit, if you may). i might just go as a goryou, though?"

Kei: "I did sort of expect that, everyone seemed very excited to make that track. I think I'll end up dressing as whatever might entertain Rokuta and Itsuki."

Aoi: "It does, doesn't it? I thought of looking at butterfly costumes, but then I felt like that'd be too obvious. So, Kantaro is helping me make a caterpillar costume! Let's hope it turns out alright..."

Yohei: "A bartender."

Inukai: "I had a feeling it might...a lot of people seem to like Halloween, after all. As for dressing up, I assume the same thing as last year? I'm not sure I know what else..."

Dongha: "I'm not one to concern myself with stupid things like dress up games."

#naokira saimon #yeon hajun #miyama kei #kureha aoi #kanbayashi yohei #inukai yuto #yeon dongha #paradox live

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huntunderironskies · 4 months ago

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Talking about utterly incoherent things to 99% of anyone who follows me here because it's too early in the morning to remember how to log into the account where I talk about weeb shit (also it's a little saltier than what I usually post but they aren't real people so I am allowed to be bitchy I think) and I want to vomit this out as quickly as possible before the VGC regionals start in like less than a half hour below the cut.

I guess this TECHNICALLY counts as spoilers for the upcoming prri season but it's just matchups and everyone is already screaming about them and only one of you (to my knowledge) cares about incredibly niche edgy idol boy stuff. I will save your dash with a cut anyway.

Well, we all knew we were getting a Visty v. 1NM8 matchup at some point but that's, uh, sooner than anticipated. Free my boys, they're probably gonna lose in a landslide, Stellas are insane. RIP you funky little lab experiments. To be fair 1NM8 is one of the least popular units because people in this fandom tend to have bad taste and they tend to come across as a heel unit even when Kei is kind of objectively in the right about Phantom Lives (thank you Cory for also being correct about this.)

At least TCW got pitched a softball, I'd be shocked if they lose to Amprule. I think the one thing that Amprule has going for them is IIRC someone did an analysis of voting trends and while there are significantly fewer Amprule fans which is why they've consistently lost every matchup they've been in, the reason their matches aren't absolute blowouts all the time is because Mushikera contribute a wildly disproportionate amount of points compared to everyone else who usually splits their voting points. Though, to be honest the only other match they'd even stand a chance in is vs. Visty as well especially since I'm expecting Stellas to dump all their points into the 1NM8 matchup. But hey, two wins is the most they've ever gotten in any season so, we're still on trend! It's hard out here having good taste.

This is by far the matchup that makes the least sense narratively but part of that is also the writers doing a bad job of giving Amprule any character relationships outside of BAE so you couldn't really get a grudgematch going yet. I'm assuming they're keeping some of the other narratively important rivalries in their back pocket for later so we're probably gonna see BAE vs. czmz grudgematch 3.0 somewhere towards the end.

I can't be the only one who thought gklk vs. Amprule would've been really funny though, right? Incredibly one-sided in favor of gklk but also Kenta and Dongha would fucking H A T E each other.

#razolutions

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wovenstarlight · 2 years ago

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i cannot fucking decide. whether i'd go with hwangho/jeokho/baekho/etc over yellow/red/white/etc tiger. it does keep coming up in that all of 황호's alter egos are named in the 황X호 pattern and 은호's descendants are named 은X호 and the whole 은호/은하 thing and then 김신록 is getting suggested to use 적 as a surname for his next identity and now the whole thing. with 죽호 which you'd end up having to tl as. Bamboo Tiger i guess???? but also. Their Names Do Mean Things.....

given usernames. it'd have to be Jo and Kye -_-

thonks. what would be a good way to translate '계'새끼......

goddddd im so annoyed that some of this stuff comes up so late (or well i guess not late it's technically in the first 25%. at the time of writing.) but 주오 group is literally the surnames so either you'd have to tl it as Ju Suhyeok and O Hyeji or call the group Joo-Oh. same for TC group name which implies it should be To Wonwoo/To Shihoo but that's not.... that's..... man. at least Cheon Dongha/Cheon Eunha are straightforward -_-

Kye Idam...? Kye Yidam.... Kye Leedam.... yeah there's no good way to do this huh. his name is Kye 이담 listen just figure it out ok.

throws darts morosely at board. Hong Gyubin. Namgung Gyuyeon. Hong Kyubin. Namgung Kyuyeon....

favorable to Jo Euishin at this point honestly. Uishin doesn't look quite. Hm.

with 레나 and 제인's whole thing.... hm. i think. Jane to match Lena i think. esp given she's based out of england now

do not fucking ask me about 세음 i'd rather forget he exists. there's no good way to handle that.

#star.txt #exrlb

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byunbhyunz · 2 years ago

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Lead and Gold 2.

Pairing: Eunhyuk/Reader

Genre: mafia!au, smut and fluff

Warnings: swearing, blood, smut eventually

Word count: 3,932

There were a lot of gossips about your superior, Doctor Jung’s secret works, where he invited surgeon residents to his private clinic to help him out. Afterwards, no one talked a word about it. Then, your time came. He took you there too, and you did your best to do exactly what your job was in the hospital: saving people’s lives. You just didn’t know who’s life it was this time.

Previous | Next

When Doctor Jung asked you to meet him in the parking lot again, you figured something happened with the pimp-like man. Mentally, you prepared yourself for another quick surgery, then remembered that you were currently on ER shift. You couldn’t just simply leave the hospital for some not so legal job. Although it felt good knowing that you were over with most of your shift. Only a few hours, then you can go home. That is, if nothing really bad happens in the city.

You stuffed your hands in the pockets of your lab-coat, protecting them from the cold weather. As you looked for and walked to his car, you wondered how almost every surgeon had pretty hands. During your first semester of college, the very first thing you learned was you have to take good care of your hands, as they were your work tools. You rarely went to a manicure saloon, but always cut your nails short and nice, putting lotion on even during shifts, so your skin remained smooth. Now your fingers felt like dead sticks.

“Get in.” Your head snapped in the direction of Doctor Jung’s voice. He was only a few steps away from you, head sticking out from the car.

Walking rather fast, running away from the cold, you jumped in his car and smiled at the warmness inside. His white coat looked wrinkled around his hands and pockets, his face looking somewhat similar to it with its tiredness and paleness. You wondered why he was still in work clothes, when he was done for the day.

“I talked again with Eunhyuk, and he still wants you in, if you can keep your mouth shut and want to work for him.”

“Who’s Eunhyuk?” Jung snorted in an arrogant way, but no matter how hard you thought about it, you couldn’t match a face to the name. You remembered Donghae, the pimp’s bodyguard, from all you saw probably he was the closest to him, but no Eunhyuk. But if he wants you in, then he must be…

He waited in silence until you figured things out yourself as the answer was so obvious. Man, you must be tired, if you can’t put two plus two together!

“Don’t say anything, I just realized it. So what does this mean for me? I mean I accept the job, but what do I have to do?”

“You jump when he says so. You make sure you are always available, even on holidays and your day offs. We can call you in the middle of the night, and you have to be ready to come and help out. A lot of lives depends on it.”

“Exactly how many people do we have to save and take care of for him?”

“It’s just him and his handful of guards.”

Doctor Jung took a cigarette out of his pockets, but didn’t light it, only played with it between his fingers. You were glad for it, not knowing how you would handle the sour smell and the smoke in the small place. You already hated to smell it on him during surgeries. You watched him twirl it around, before shooting your next question.

“What about his girls?”

“Girls?” Feeling his eyes on you, you moved around a bit in the seat. Even to yourself you sounded ridiculous.

“The hookers who work for him.”

The embarrassment got under your skin as he started to laugh with a booming voice. You felt your face getting red for no reason. Was your question really that funny? It didn’t seem like that to you. He freaking looked like a pimp with his tattoos and clothes, even the way he talked. And who says some idiot wouldn’t shot him if they weren’t satisfied with his girls? It made sense.

The man calmed down after a while, but his face finally got some color to it and his eyes started to shine. His smile didn’t disappear either.

“You think he gets his money from running girls. Oh, man, that’s rich! He’ll love it when he hears it!” And he even clapped, like a well entertained idiot. Except you were the one feeling like a fool, not him. “Hate to ruin it for you, he doesn’t do that kind of business.”

“Then who he is?” You asked quietly. “He definitely looks like someone who does illegal things like that, so if not girls, then what?”

A dark shadow swept through his face, wiping out every smile and happy feeling to it. You shivered, even though it was really warm in the car. Something in his eyes said you shouldn’t be asking too many questions.

“You are really not into city-gossips, huh? And here I thought that his name gave you the answers you needed. Let’s not tell him that you didn’t know who he is when you first heard his name. It would hurt his ego, and we definitely don’t want that.”

“You’re rambling, but not saying anything,” you reminded him. You heard the sirens of an ambulance coming back to the hospital, and felt the urge to get back fast to the ER. They might need you in there. Drumming your fingers on your thighs helped you fight that urge.

“Everyone with a common sense in this city knows the name of the biggest mafia boss here. He basically runs the underworld of the city. But let’s not get too deep into it. The less you know the less chance you’ll get in trouble. Or push us into trouble.”

You weren’t too shocked at his words, more like the puzzle pieces in your mind finally clicked together and you could see the whole picture a little clearer. The man you just helped to sew up nights ago was the mafia boss of the city. Him being a pimp seemed a much better option now. He still did illegal deeds, but being a mafia boss… In movies and books mafia had to do things with drugs, mostly cocaine, and they killed people. Not like you could trust books or movies, but they must hold some truth in them. Which meant that you helped someone who were doing illegal things. Not like patching him up with Doctor Jung was legal. You made no records of the ‘surgery’ and you helped Jung destroy evidence of it, or in other words: what you did was illegal too. If the law forces find out about it you can say bye to being a surgeon faster than you could say you’re innocent. Fuck!

Your fingers dug into your thigh with so much force that your knuckles slowly turned white. Closing your eyes, you tried to even out your breathing and calm down your mind. You knew that if you let go of your leg now, your hands will be shaking violently and no one would let you near a scalpel like that. You allowed yourself another five minutes to calm down before going back to the ER.

“I know it’s a lot to take in. What we are doing is definitely not what we were taught in school, but we are still helping other people. We are saving a lot of lives with keeping him alive.”

“How can you say that?” Your voice sounded hoarse.

“You probably don’t know what was going on the streets a few years ago. It was bad. There were a lot of people like Eunhyuk, all of them believing they were untouchable. They fought each other, not caring about the innocent casualties. They took away a lot of money from local shops and citizens just for not beating and killing them right on the spot. Things were bad for everyone, for my family too. Then Eunhyuk turned that chaos into order. No more ripping little people off, only fighting the big fishes.”

“Is he like the mafia version of Robin Hood, or what? If you tell me that he saves the poor too with the money he made from his illegal stuff, I’m gonna lose my mind.”

“Well, I don’t know about others, but he did save me and my family. Being mafia boss might sound bad, but in his case it’s just a title.”

“I call bullshit.”

Hurt washed over Jung’s face, but you weren’t sure if it really was that, because a second later it got unreadable. He looked out the window, only showing his profile to you, and for a moment you wanted to suck back the disbelieving words you just said.

He reached into his pocket and threw something into your lap. It was money. A lot of money held together by a clip made of shiny material. It almost looked like gold with an ‘X’ carved into it. You recognized the curved letter, it was the same as the tattoo under Eunhyuk’s eye.

“Here. Payment for last night. Take it and you’re in. Or don’t.” Another thing landed on your lap by the movement of his hands. It was much smaller, but far more menaceful than the money. “Just remember that if you talk, you will end up with one of those in your heart.”

You picked the bullet between your thumb and index-finger, looking at it closer. There was the same symbol carved into it as in the money clip.

Lost in thoughts, you rolled the bullet between your fingers. Well, things escalated quickly, you thought. One moment you are saving the life of an assumed pimp, then the next you are falling deep into the swamp of mafia-games. If now you would travel back in time to tell about it to your younger self, she would laugh right in your face.

Putting the bullet in the pocket of your jeans, you finally picked up the money, thinking how you should walk back to the hospital with it. In the changing room anyone could saw you if you would just put it in your bag there. The bullet was easy to hide in your pocket, but this kind of money…

“You are still not sure?”

“Just wondering if you could drop it off at my place from now on. You are making so sure nobody finds out, yet you are giving me a stack of cash in an open parking lot during my shift. I don’t even know where to put it now without people noticing.”

His ears turned red when you looked at him, one eyebrow lifted. You held the money out for him to take and he did without looking in your eyes or even at you. After telling him your address, he nodded:

“It’ll be in your mailbox when you get home.”

The bullet felt heavy in your pocket as you made your way back to the ER. One of the surgeon residents urged you to hurry up because there was some big car crash and the ambulances will be back in ten minutes, they need all help. Sighing, you realized that you won’t get out of there without working overtime today too. You knew you still had at least three hours to go, but if the crash was really that bad, and a lot of injured people were involved than it will took a long time to finish, especially with being short on surgeons. They might actually try to call Doctor Jung back, if needed. He was still allowed to do two more surgeries for the day, but who knows. You will find out as soon as they’ll be brought in.

“Whoa, there, you okay?” The worried look in one of your resident colleague’s eyes, as he caught your wrist passing by, helped you setting your mind back on the right track. “I saw you gossiping with Jung Doc. Did he want you in on his secret missions?”

Ryeowook had rounder eyes than the average people, and looked much younger than he actually was. Both of you were closer to thirty than twenty, and yet during the times you went out to drink together, he was the one asked for an ID, not you. But the baby face covered up a rather witty mind and sharp tongue. He knew how to silence people with a few words, but rarely used this skill on the patients.

“It’s… it’s nothing, we just talked about an earlier surgery I assisted him with.” Which was not a complete, blatant lie. It helped a little bit with your conscience. “What happened?”

You looked in the way of the ER, a lot more doctors and nurses coming and going there than usual. The look on Ryeowook’s face was light despite where you were and who you were and what your jobs were. That’s what you like about him, and made you become some sort of friends; he always seemed to be not bothered the slightest by anything that happened in the hospital. And a lot of bad and unspeakable things took place in there.

“Oh, right! They want you in the surgery room assisting. Four car crashed, eleven injured, three need immediate surgery.”

“Ryeowook!” you whisper-shouted at him, but he just smiled brightly, eyes turning into half-moons and shooing you away.

“Don’t try and murder me with your eyes, just hurry up!”

Muttering a few curses into his direction, you started to sprint to the surgery rooms. You’ll definitely gonna scold him for making you even more late.

You worked two and a half more hours after your shift supposed to end. The surgery dragged out, complications came up, and you being a surgeon resident and them being short on work force, they wanted you stay until one of the surgeons on their day off could come in. You were right about them not calling Jung back to work.

Sighing as you got off of the bus, you only could think about having a hot shower and binge watch some variety show while stuffing yourself to death with ramen or pizza and some beer. You’ll decide which one to order during showering.

You noticed a black car near the building, looking familiar, but knew that none of your neighbors owned one like that. Maybe they had family over visiting them. Not as if it was your business. You reminded yourself to call your parent in the morning.

For the past week you only talked with them through texts, which was unusual. You used to call them almost every other day, but lately work was a little too much. Your days were either working or eating and sleeping. Fall came suddenly with cold nights and chilly days, causing more accidents on the street, and as the holidays will come closer there only will be more of them, and you didn’t even count in the household accidents yet, or how people fell sick more frequently during fall and winter. The cold and the change of the weather took its toll on everybody’s immune system.

Fishing your keys out of your pocket, you let yourself in the building, then froze in place for a few moments. In front of the mailboxes the infamous Eunhyuk talked with one of your neighbors, Donghae towering over them. The bodyguard noticed you first, giving you a curt nod. Well, that’s progress compared to last time, when he only looked at you coldly.

Then Miss Dong, from upstairs smiled at Eunhyuk, who did the same, looking like they were in the middle of exchanging kimchi receipts. The elder woman turned to you, when she finally noticed you. You only looked at her, feeling uncomfortable with how Eunhyuk came to your place for whatever reason. You already talked to Jung, then why in the hell was he here looking like the mafia boss he was with a freaking bodyguard? Did he really think that people wouldn’t notice him?

“Ah, sweetheart, you finally came home! I was going to drop you a note to come over to talk if you have time, when these charming men arrived. They told me all about your new business! How lovely of you to help people to get rid of those nasty tattoos.”

You tried to quickly mask how you understood nothing of what she said, but your instincts were faster and confusion washed over your face. Locking eyes with Eunhyuk, he gave you a nod, as if saying that you should go with what he said.

“Oh, yes, I have some time to spare, so I’m helping out at a private clinic with removing tattoos. But, Miss Dong, we should go back, it’s really late, and I believe both of us have a long day behind us.”

You motioned for her to go first up on the stairs, and to your surprise, Eunhyuk offered his arm to grab into it and help the woman up on the steps.

Listening to the lady gushing about you going over to her tomorrow, and how she was cleaning and cooking all day, you put your arm out in front of Donghae. The other two were already on the stairs, with Eunhyuk eyeing you curiously. Donghae looked at you rather angry, keeping him from making his job.

“Don’t look at me like that, no one will kill him for the five seconds you answer me. What are you doing here?”

“It’s not my business. The boss wanted to talk to you, so we are here.”

The stern expression on his face only made you more frustrated, finally giving in and letting him follow Miss Dong’s chirping voice. You stayed back for one more minute, to take the cash from your mailbox that Doctor Jung dropped in there as he promised.

You genuinely liked the old woman, who in her own way tried to look after you, knowing that you lived alone and far away from your parents. And of course, she was lonely too. From what she told you, you knew that she had no family left; she never got married, her last sibling died a few years ago and their family only visited her during chuseok, even then only for a few hours.

After saying goodbye to Miss Dong and promising her that you will go over to her tomorrow, you finally could get into your apartment. Feeling stiff from the two men following you and their searching eyes scanning over every part of your place they could see, you threw your bag next to the door. You didn’t really invite them, but they came in anyway.

“So?” You turned around to face them.

Donghae stayed at the door, back leaning on it with eyes gazing at the windows in the living room, occasionally looking at the bedroom and bathroom’s door. Compared to him Eunhyuk acted very relaxed as if he was at his own home, not some random person’s who stitched him up after getting shot. He simply followed you into the living room, hands in his pockets and looking around. You couldn’t wrap your head around the man’s antics.

He looked at you with one eyebrow raised, but didn’t say anything.

“Is it common in your circles to visit people without their invitation or notifying them?”

He smiled at you, but the warmth didn’t reach his eyes. You swallowed, and bit down on your lower lip, slowly realizing who did you just let into your home. You were sure, they could and would kill you if you say the wrong thing or tell him that you changed your mind and don’t want to work for him. Well, his bodyguard would do it probably. He, with his fancy, dark green suit, looking like it was made of velvet, didn’t look like he wants to dirty his hands tonight. Or his cleaner was a genius who could even get blood out of velvety clothes.

“I thought it would be better to make sure you understand what you are getting yourself into. You can’t back out easily from this. Not after what you did and saw.”

Collecting all your courage you fished the bullet out of your pocket, held it out to him on your palm, and said:

“I know. I get a few of these in my body, then Jung cleans up my body and your other people make sure no one finds it. I just hope, that your don’t make your dogs do the dirty work when that time comes.”

Although, your voice shook while talking, the two men didn’t show they noticed your fear, and you acted as if nothing happened. Instead they looked a little stunned, and for the first time from meeting them, you saw Donghae smile. It wasn’t a scary emotionless one like Eunhyuk’s earlier, more like a small smile, that showed he was entertained by your words. He even chuckled a little.

When Eunhyuk didn’t take the bullet from you, you put it on your coffee table. Then took a few steps back, to get the table between you two.

“Don’t worry, I never let anyone else kill my men than me.” Well, that didn’t calm you one bit.

“Great. Why are you here?”

He scoffed, still smiling, eyes locked on yours. You squinted not caring for his attitude, only waiting patiently for his response. He must have seen how you won’t say anything more, he sighed, smile dropping and finally answered.

‘I just wanted to see what kind of place you live. I like to know my people’s surroundings, in case something happens.” You wanted to tell him how you weren’t one of his people, only helped out Jung for the money and the thrill that saving other people’s lives gave you, but you bit down hard on your tongue instead. It was not the time to make childish arguments with a mafia boss.

“I want to sleep tonight, so I won’t ask what could happen. Maybe some other time. And now, if you saw everything you wanted, I kindly ask you to leave.”

Your head snapped in the direction of Donghae when he cleared his throat, looking you questioningly.

“I’d like to see the kitchen, the bathroom and the bedroom too.”

“Why?”

“Just to see how easily can anyone can come in.”

“Are you already planning to sneak in and kill me if I want to get out of this?”

Your sarcastic side took over you, as you were growing more impatient and tired, but stepped aside and pointed at the doors which led to the other rooms. You just wanted them to leave so you could shower and sleep.

“I have enemies that would do it if they find out that you’re associated with me. And I’m not talking about the girls you supposed me running.” Now, it was your turn to scoff at him.

“Yeah. And what is way better to keep it a secret, than coming to my place in fancy and unmistakable clothes, with a bodyguard, and charming my neighbor, huh? How come that you and Jung doing all these illegal stuff, yet none of you have the common sense on how not to be suspicious for outsiders?”

He stayed silent, and you didn’t forced yourself to keep up a conversation with him. Your rather turned and looked after Donghae who was looking around in your bedroom already.

Soon after he came back, they left, leaving you feeling numb. Acting tough took a lot out of you, so you skipped the shower and dinner, going straight for the bed. But only after locking the door and placing a chair under the knob. You even closed all the windows in the apartment. And you already knew you were spending your new money on getting new lock on your door, even your windows.

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