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jensthwa · 6 months ago

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show & tell (SMG x reader).

part of the love's an uncharted path universe ★.

SUMMARY:

You have known Mingi since you both were fourteen. You’ve been by his side through thick and thin and you would do anything for him, really, considering he’s your other half. When he has an unfortunate bed experience and asks for your help and you say yes, he starts considering that, maybe, you’re just the best friend a guy like him can have.

PAIRING: best friend!mingi x afab reader.

GENRE: childhood best friends to ?

WORD COUNT: 8k.

WARNINGS: SMUT ☽ (MINORS DNI) attempt !!! at comedy, wooyoung being a little shit, hwa being the voice of reason, sex talk, pet names (love and also dude and bro but in a sweet way), mingi scaring the sense out of you, descriptions of female anatomy, kissing, dirty talk (sort of), teasing, a little bit of voyeurism, fingering, squirting, almost getting caught, unresolved feelings.

NOTES: had to do a lot of research for this one, so i figured nothing better to post as my first fic here! this is 100% self indulgent, as all fics should be, and i think i've re-read it so many times that if you find a typo or something that just doesn't make sense, you can blame it on english not being my first language i guess lmao. i hope you enjoy it and if you do feel free to send to my askbox/reblog/type in any feedback or thoughts! <3

POSTED: july 18th 2024.

masterlist. / part two.

“Delete her number right now!”

“She's such a bitch for saying that to you…”

“And over text too? Wow.”

“Yeah, no, I didn't like her from the start.”

Wooyoung’s living room comes to life once again that morning, voices echoing and insults flying out, all towards the girl Mingi’s seeing.

Was seeing. You're sure she's out of his usual rotation with the lovely shit show she just caused.

You stay silent, your eyes fixed on your best friend's expression, on his red cheeks and apologetic eyes because everyone told him that girl was bad news.

He should've listened to you when you told him you liked her friend better. She was a sweet girl, clearly had a thing for Mingi.

Unfortunately, Mingi has a type. And that type always ends up breaking his spirit one way or another.

But you stay silent, letting your friends have their little rants about how much of a bitch she is for hurting Mingi's ego like that, until he covers up his face with his hands and lets out a frustrated whine.

“That's enough, everyone. I think he got it.” You smile a little and everyone turns to you, Yunho’s chest heaving and everything but Seonghwa (who also kept his mouth shut all this time) interferes before anyone else has the chance to start again.

“You know you shouldn't feel ashamed for that, right?” he asks Mingi, who slowly lowers his hands to his lap and looks at you for a brief second. You nod, confirming what Hwa says “No one is born knowing everything and she shouldn't expect you to know how to make a girl squirt.”

“Jesus Christ,” Mingi whines again, closing his eyes “Don't say it like that.”

“How else should I say it?” Seonghwa is confused but he laughs a little bit and turns to you.

Being the only girl in the room, you think everyone it's expecting you to pick your friend up and join them in their insults but you can't (for Mingi’s sake). Instead, you let out a sigh “I mean, it's hard to even make it happen on your own without any help, Mingi. I don't know what the fuck she's on but…” shrugging, you extend your arm to pat him in the shoulder two times “Hwa’s right.”

“So you do know?”

“Woo—” Hongjoong reprimands right away and you turn to Wooyoung, confused.

“Huh?”

“You said that it's hard making it happen,” he explains, smiling because he just found a new target for the next few days “So you must know.”

Talking about sex with them was never difficult, it didn't make you uncomfortable whatsoever but you know what Woo is doing.

You look down at Mingi before answering though and his eyes are glued to the carpet, begging for the topic of his unfortunate encounter with that bitch to die on everyone's tongue.

So you take mercy on him.

“Oh. I mean… Yeah.” You shrug once again, leaning back against the cushions on the couch while Wooyoung claps like he just heard the most hilarious joke ever.

“You truly are amazing.”

Rolling your eyes, you get up from your comfy seat “Sure. But it took a lot of practice and the whole ordeal was frustrating for me, so, again, I don't know what the fuck she was on,” you say again, smiling down at Mingi before taking a few steps towards the door “It's noon already, by the way.”

“Shit.” Woo gets up quickly from his spot on the floor and everyone else follows suit.

“Alright, everyone out! We have a midterm to cheat on.” San calls out and everyone takes it as their sign to actually leave (not just hang around the apartment) and continue with their days.

This reunion was a little impromptu, just because Wooyoung texted everyone begging to come over and hang out with him and San before their online philosophy midterm.

“And by that he means that you need to stay,” Wooyoung hugs Seonghwa hard, almost begging him with his eyes “We didn't study… Don't look at me like that! Please?”

“I'm not doing your fucking midterm for you!”

You chuckle, leaning on the door and waiting for your ride home to get his shoes on. When you look down at him again, Mingi mouths a thank you and you blow him a kiss.

When you get downstairs, you swear you still hear Wooyoung begging his senior to take the test for him.

Everyone is quiet in the car. You can tell they're tired from exams and life in general, so you don't press them with questions and just let the music play in the background while you look out the passenger window and, eventually, at Mingi.

His grip on the steering wheel lets you know he's a little more affected than he let on back there. But, again, you say nothing.

You know better than to pressure him into telling you his feelings.

Mingi and you have been friends forever. He lived a few houses down from yours, becoming your first friend when you moved to the city. You both were fourteen when it happened, so you've known him long enough to know what happens when he gets his heart broken.

Not that Mingi loved that girl or anything, but he never really took embarrassment well. He didn't when the first girl he liked rejected him in front of the whole ninth grade class and he didn't when his pants ripped in the middle of the stage while performing a routine with his dance team on senior year.

You stood by his side every single time and every single time he waited to sit down and let everything out, collect his feelings and talk to you through his frustrations. You really loved that about him, because he never said anything he regretted just because he was upset at the moment.

Maybe that's why you two have been friends for so long. Opposites attract, or whatever your mother told you one time.

In reality, you think it's because you two complement each other well.

He knows when to speak his mind and you're kind of impulsive, heart on your sleeve and sharp tongue ready to defend your and your loved ones honor if needed.

That's why it takes a lot of strength for you to not pull up that girl's number from his phone and give her a piece of your mind.

One by one, you drop your friends off in different parts of the city and when it's time to go into your own house, you circle the car and Mingi rolls his window down.

He reads the look you give him a little too well, so he opens his mouth to stop you but you shake your head.

“Call me, come over or just let me know if you need anything,” you start before he says anything “If you need me to beat her up, I can do that too.”

He huffs out a laugh “You don't even know how to fight, love.”

You sigh at the nickname, he's been using it since the time you told him you had a crush on his friend, way back in highschool, and that you were positive you were going to get together and he would call you love because that's what good boyfriend's do.

Turns out, you weren't exactly his friend's type. Neither were the other girls in your school.

“I don't give a shit, I'll do it,” You two smile to each other fondly for a few seconds and then you tap the top of the car “Thanks for the ride, dude.”

“You’re welcome, bro.” He rolls his eyes, annoyed because he hates when you call him that, but waits for you to get inside either way.

And in the solitude of your room, you wait.

You distract yourself with papers that are due in a few days, you start studying for your finals even though they're months away and you even go downstairs to say goodbye to your parents when they leave for a fancy dinner with their colleagues before you hear your phone ring.

Mingi's FaceTime comes right on time, because you were getting really anxious from the radio silence on his end.

“I have a small query for you.” He puts on an accent that makes you grimace immediately and he laughs at you.

“Ew. Never do that ever again,” you beg, going back upstairs to your room “Go ahead.”

“How do you do it?”

“Excuse me?”

“How the fuck do you make yourself squirt, love?”

Oh.

Definitely not the conversation you were hoping to have with him.

It catches you off guard and you stammer your response “Um… You— I mean, it's not really a thing I can explain.”

“You have such a way with words, though.”

You stare at him through the screen, annoyed, and he just laughs again “Don't make me come over and beat you up.”

“Alright, alright,” his giggling dies out and you distract yourself from the heat you feel creeping over your cheeks while putting away your statistics prep for the quiz you have next week. There's a bit of silence and then you hear him sigh “I do really want to know, though.”

“If you're asking me this to then go over to her house and prove her wrong, I'm not telling you shit.”

“No! No, that's not it at all,” he defends himself quickly when you turn your head to the camera, scowl in your face “When she asked me to do it, I really did try to make her, you know…”

“You said squirt so freely a minute ago, Mingi,” you tease, smiling, but at his expression, you give in “What exactly did you do?”

“I tried to, you know, do it like they do it in the movies,” he demonstrates his point with his free hand, his middle and ring finger down on his sheets, pressing and moving side to side “And she was enjoying it and she came, but nothing really… came out.”

“Wow, first of all: you make her come and she has the nerve to give you shit over text? I hate her,” you shake your head, disappointment written all over your face “and second of all, that was a terrible mistake.”

“What? Going like this?” He does it again and you roll your eyes, laughing a second later.

“No, dude, trying to porno your way into making her squirt.”

“Oh.” His movements on the sheets slow down and you grimace again.

“Please stop doing that,” you beg and he snaps out of his thoughts to look at you through the screen. You take your phone and move to the bed, resting your head against the pillows with a huff.

You ponder for a moment. You're sure telling him what he wants to hear it's not really a threat to your friendship, but it's also something that's very personal and intimate. You can talk about sex with Mingi and the other guys, sure, what doesn't mean you tell them about your sex life.

Maybe that's why Wooyoung was so excited earlier today, because you spilled something that involves you directly and not something vague and general like you usually do.

“Would it give you peace of mind if I explained it to you?” You ask, your voice barely a whisper as you sit straight on the bed.

Your best friend takes what feels like a lifetime to respond and, when does, it's in a hushed tone as well “Please.”

You groan and you comply either way, trying to find the right words to even start “Okay, I'm going to be very technical about this.”

“I wouldn't expect anything else from you.”

His teasing tone makes you glare at him for a few seconds before dismissing it with a click of your tongue “The very first thing you need to make sure happens, is that you wash your hands—”

“Yes, Y/N, I'm not a virgin,” he huffs this time, annoyed “I know all of that, just skip to the part where I make her squirt.”

“Jesus, fine! I also want to clarify that this works on me and I'm not really sure if it'll work on anyone else, alright?” he nods and you look away from the screen because you're not sure how to look him in the eyes “The first thing that I do— The first thing that you need to do,” you correct yourself quickly “Is make sure she's comfortable. And I mean, the space. Towels, water bottles… She needs to hydrate a lot.”

“Hydrate… a… lot…” You turn your head to the screen and your jaw goes slack at what you see.

“Are you writing this down?!”

“I’m making sure I don't forget anything!”

“You're unbelievable…” You let out under your breath and take a deep one before resuming the, apparently, class “Squirting can be confused as peeing and—”

“Shit, hold on.” He interrupts and you hear his mom’s voice at the door, asking him something you can't really catch through the shitty airpod audio “It's just Y/N… I'm not really saying anything so I don't understand how I'm being too loud for— Yes ma'am.”

You try not to laugh because he's literally being scolded right in front of you.

Old habits die hard, and Mingi's mom loves to put him on the spot.

Your laugh dies hard as well, because the next words, for some reason, make your heart drop to your ass.

“She's telling me to either cut it out or go to your house, so… I'm coming over.”

“Oh, I— Hello?” Your lockscreen mocks you because the call literally ended before you could tell him to go and fuck himself “Shit.”

You don't know why you panic, but you do. You tidy up the room, you change your pajamas into something more presentable and you try to remember what you were telling him before he pulls open your bedroom door.

“Mingi! Fuck, you scared the shit out of me “ you're panting, hand over your chest.

He’s also panting, like he runned to get to your house, but he looks dumbfounded by your reaction “Your mom literally gave me the spare keys in your presence.”

When he steps closer, you notice he's wearing cologne and that his hair it's a little wet, still, so you figure he took a shower before calling you tonight.

Which means he probably wanted to sleep everything off, like he usually does, but whatever this is made him call you.

“Yeah! But I thought you— Nevermind.” He shrugs and gives your hair a kiss before he moves to sit at your desk, the same way he usually does when he steals your laptop and notes to complete his assignments for the few classes you share.

God. Somehow, you wish he was doing just that so it brings back some sense of normalcy. Maybe then, your heart can calm down enough for you to understand why this specific situation has your senses going insane.

You sit back down on your bed and try to get your heart back to its place in the meantime.

“They're not home, right? I didn't see your dad’s car.”

“Company dinner.”

“Ah.” He nods and you both fall in uncomfortable silence. It shouldn't be awkward, but it kind of is, even if you laugh when he pulls out the notebook he was writing on from underneath his oversized shirt and steals a pen from your pencil case, it's still a little weird.

You gulp.

“So, squirting can be confused as peeing.” He recalls the last thing you said with a smile and then he turns to look at you for a second “Go on.”

You're grateful he's taking notes all of the sudden. He's turned to you, so you have a clear view of his back and you can freely take a grounding breath before continuing “It can make you feel very uncomfortable if you think you're going to pee yourself and that's really why most women don't squirt in the first place.”

“You sound like you're reading a textbook.” He confesses with a laugh.

“I told you, I'm being very technical about this— Besides, I did my research when I was trying to…” you gulp again “You know.”

“You said squirt so freely a minute ago.” Mingi teases you the same way you teased him earlier and you squint your eyes in return.

“Very funny. Anyways… Yeah, when you feel that, you usually tense up. You need to relax before even making it happen,” he nods, writing it down quickly “I also read that, depending on the person, you can confuse the liquid with, like, usual… arousal? Yeah, arousal” you sound more confident the second time you say it, unsure on how to call it because you never really explained anything related to your vagina to anyone else.

He turns to you, confused “So… If she doesn't squirt a lot, how can I tell if she did it?”

“I guess you'll notice it in her reaction?” You shrug and then cough a little to try and get rid of the sudden lump on your throat “I mean, it's not my case, so I wouldn't… I wouldn't know that.”

Mingi, because -you guess- hates you, just raises a brow and looks you over one time before turning back to his notes.

“A-anyways,” you cough again “It's all in her g-spot. It happens because it gets stimulated and that g-spot it's like…” you, once again, try to find the ideal words to explain “It's like the upper wall of the vagina? No, no, that's not right,” you see him draw a line over what he clearly wrote down on the paper and you laugh, apologetic “It's more like the, uh… Like the front wall of it.”

“Front wall?”

“Y-yeah?” you offer, nervous and unsure “I mean… Ugh, let me explain again. Something that you need to take into account is that you can only find it if she's really, really turned on.”

“O… kay.”

“Sort of like when you get hard we, uh, also get hard. Just differently,” you notice he's no longer taking notes when you turn to him again and the room is suddenly very hot.

The AC’s on, right?

Fuck.

“And apparently it only really shows up when you're really aroused. The g-spot, I mean,” Quickly, you're up from your bed and walking around it, fetching your water bottle and taking a big gulp of it with your eyes closed.

Mingi clears his throat a second later.

“So it feels hard to the touch or…”

“Not really, um… It kinda feels like a berry.”

He laughs “What?”

“Yeah, it's kind of soft but it has a texture to it too. And we, uh… have this gland that fills up with the liquid— Kind of like a prostate gland! Yeah, that's what that article said,” putting even more distance within Mingi and you, you sit back on the bed, just on the other side “If you try to do it before it fills up, you end up with nothing. That's what frustrated me the whole time I was learning how to do it.”

“You didn't drink enough water?”

“No, no— It fills up when you get really turned on. And when I was trying, I was trying way too hard and didn't, uh… I didn't do a lot of foreplay before trying, s-so.” You nod, finishing the explanation in a softer voice.

Your cheeks feel hot and you swear your upper lip is sweating a bit. Why would you even say that?

“Y-you didn't touch yourself enough or…?”

“Exactly, I didn't, I just… Tried t-to stimulate it. Wasn't even wet enough so I used, uh, lube.”

“Oh… Lube. Sure, okay.” He nods again, and then moves his hand over his face, looking away for a second “And then?”

“I'm not really sure how to… Give me a second.”

What were you even telling him before exposing yourself like that? Before the tension in the room skyrocketed in a suffocating way? You're not sure.

Oh, foreplay. Okay, what's next?

“Fingering,” you say out loud when you remember and at the sudden word Mingi turns to you, eyes wide and you stumble over your words yet again “Y-you need to finger her to stimulate the g-spot, duh.”

“Don't duh me, Y/N, I'm learning!”

“Sorry!”

“Okay! Now what do I do when… fingering.”

That makes you frown. You're not really sure what to tell him next. So you look straight ahead and, unintentionally, move your ring and middle finger the way you do when you're touching yourself.

In the silence of the room, you audibly hear Mingi’s breath hitching and that draws you back to reality.

When you look at him, his eyes are solely focused on your fingers.

“I don't really know how to explain this next part.” You sound apologetic, your lips tensing into a straight line.

A bit passes.

And then another one and another one where Mingi looks at you with a weird, foreign expression on his face.

So you open your mouth to apologize to him, but he beats you to it.

“Then show me.”

You swear you never even heard him sound like that before. Or maybe you have, the tone of voice similar to when he just wakes up, low, grouchy, as if his throat might be dry.

It just never affected you this way.

“W-what?” you blink hard, a few times, trying to focus on whatever the hell is going on.

“Show me how you do it… I-if you want to.”

“Mingi!”

“I just— Look, you don't have to,” he says right away “If you don't want to, you can forget I ever asked but I'm so… curious”, he says, getting up from your desk chair and planting his knee into the bed “And I'm also really butthurt over what happened. I want to learn but I don't really have anyone else to ask.”

“What about, uh… Minseo! Yeah, what about her?” you offer quickly, also getting up.

“San's ex?!”

“I don't know any other woman that you also know, Mingi!”

He gulps and breathes heavily, gathering his words, his thoughts, just like he always does and you remember: This is Mingi. Your Mingi. The Mingi you've known for years and care about more than anything.

“I'm asking you because I trust you,” he says, looking you over once again “And because if I fail, you're not… going to make fun of me for it.”

There it is.

You soften at that and he seems to relax at your reaction. His demeanor lets you know he's not just saying that because he wants to see you touch yourself, he's being honest.

So you decide to be honest, as well. In a whisper, because your voice will tremble and give away how strongly you feel about his request.

“I've never done it in front of anyone before.”

“So no one has ever make you—”

“No,” you confirm before he even gets it out and you sigh “I never ask for it and I haven't really… I've only slept with—”

“Hangyeol.” He nods and scrunches his nose in disgust at the memory of your highschool boyfriend. They never really got along and it was a shame, because Han was a great guy, he just wasn't the one for you.

“Mingi,” you walk over to him and he straightens up his spine “This could really… I mean, there's no getting rid of me in this lifetime, buddy,” reminding him makes him smile and you do as well, nervous, your body on high alert “But this could mess us up.” You finish in a whisper.

“I'm not letting that happen.” He says back, eyes scanning your face before zeroing on your eyes “There's no getting rid of me either, love.”

That nickname is going to be the death of you, you're sure. It makes you suck in air you very much need at this moment.

Fuck it.

“I'll… get the towels, then.” You smile a little even though your cheeks are burning and you feel a little dizzy while holding his gaze, but you don't back down.

Before you move, though, he stops you with his hand holding your waist “I know where they are. Stay here.”

You could literally melt right now. And you know it's a short trip to the downstairs hallway closet from your room, so you make sure you strip your duvet before things get messy.

You should go to the bathroom, too, to clean yourself up a bit before Mingi finds out what you find out when you sit on your bed.

You're so wet.

And it's so fucking embarrassing, because you're not supposed to feel this way for him, for this.

Because, if anything, this is clearly just an educational experience.

And if Mingi’s excited look when he re-enters your bedroom tells you otherwise, you're choosing to ignore it for the clearly educational experience’s sake.

“These will do?”

You take the two mismatched towels and place them on the bed right away, not even looking at him.

“Yep.”

You think he nods but you're not sure, you just caught a glimpse of him moving towards your desk while you pretend to fix the towels in the bed to perfection.

“Okay, so… You need to, uh, be comfy and shit. Drink water, you just did that a few minutes ago…” when you turn to him, he's reading his notes like he's actually about to conduct an experiment and you chuckle before shaking your head “The… The foreplay part should be next, right?”

“Right…” you drag out, biting the inside of your cheek before he looks back at you.

“You look really tense, Y/N,” he deadpans, looking down at his notes again “You need to relax so it can happen, right?”

“You're about to see me touch myself and you think I can relax?”

“Oh,” he frowns, immediately and then blinks a few times to refocus, you think “I'm not the one doing it?”

“Uh… Yes? Later? I thought you wanted to see me first, y-you… You asked me to show you…”

You can feel him think, the gears on his brain twisting and you think he's going to backpedal at any second because he's not really saying anything. Then you see it, the moment the image crosses his mind.

And the next second you have him in front of you, towering over your form and then he's not.

Getting on his knees, he tentatively places a hand on your knee and parts your legs so you can make room for him to touch the end of the mattress with his chest and raise his chin just enough to make you think he's asking you to kiss him.

Oh God, you want to kiss him.

His voice is a sweet murmur when he speaks again “Show me how to get you there, love,” he sounds like he's pleading, like he's begging you to instruct him and your breath catches when he moves his hand up your thigh “What do you like?”

Your mouth moves before you can even think “Kiss me.”

You don't even notice you're leaning forward until his breath fans against your chin and he tilts his head even more so that your noses touch.

“How do you like being kissed?”

You breathe out a laugh, a little annoyed by his constant questioning “Figure it out, Mingi.” And then the last thing you see is his smirk before his mouth presses against yours.

It's not what you expect. If anything, you expected him to take the lead. Han used to do so, all the guys you've ever kissed did it as well. You don't really know why his patience surprises you, but it does and if your heart could race even more, it would.

Because he waits for your guidance, waits for you to grab his shirt and jank him closer, waits for you to sigh against him and then returns the gesture when he feels your fingers move upwards and tangle in his dark hair.

His mouth is complying to yours, his tongue is exploring it and wetting your lips in the process and you've never felt this good with anyone before.

That's something you'll need to unpack later, but your brain disconnects when your best friend lets out a noise the second his hands touch your waist under your shirt and you forget, for a split second, that the point of this is to have you on your back pleasing yourself for him to learn.

Because you want nothing more than to hear him make that noise again.

The kisses grow needy and so do you when he trails a path with his wet lips from your chin to your neck and the next thing you know is that your back is against the towels you laid down before and his mouth is kissing the valley of your breasts over the cotton of your shirt.

You look down and it takes a second for him to feel you staring before he looks up at you “Should we take this off?”

Your voice gives away how gone you are when you reply a simple yes and your shirt is on the floor the next instant.

Now, you're sure this is not the first time Mingi has seen you in your underwear. You both have gone swimming before and he has walked into your room a million times while you're getting ready. You're even sure he's seen you walk out from your bathroom in this specific bra before… But he's staring at you like it's the first time he's been able to trace the way your breasts spill a little bit over the fabric of this old bra you decided to wear today, like it's the first time he's allowed himself to enjoy it.

Like it's the first time he's allowing himself to feel any sort of attraction for you.

“Fuck,” you whisper, shallow breath hitting his cheek when he returns his mouth to your jaw “Let me… Come here.”

You scoot up until your head rests against your pillows and he follows, resting his body weight on his side and chasing your mouth when you turn your face to him.

You should speed this up. There's no way you're not going to feel like shit if tomorrow you wake up and remember you're letting yourself enjoy this more than you should.

There’s no reason for you to lose your breath when his fingertips trace softly the skin under your breasts or for your legs to grant him access so quickly when they reach your belly and bypass every other part of your body before going straight in between them.

And he notices it too.

“I don't know why I asked you so many questions before,” he starts, turning his hand so that he back of it and his nails start caressing the inside of your thighs through your sweatpants “I know what you like. I pay attention to you whenever we're talking about sex with the guys.”

You frown, about to remind him that you never speak directly about your own experiences but he continues his ministrations, giving your other thigh attention “I usually watch you closely in case any of it makes you uncomfortable, but I notice your reactions when they speak about something that you like.”

Oh. Heart on your sleeve, your biggest flaw.

“Like that one time Woo was going on and on about marking and you couldn't stop fidgeting on your seat…” his nose traces your jaw softly before his teeth take the skin underneath it and you gasp just enough to prove him right “Or that time Yunho said he hated teasing because he's an impatient little shit” he chuckles, his index finding the spot next to your mound and going down slowly until his knuckle graces the crevice where your leg and your hip connect “and you defended it until we had to stop you guys from yelling each other over it…”

Your breath shakes and your eyes close at the sensation “Mingi…”

“Am I wrong?”

You shake your head no and you can all but hear him smile when he speaks again.

“Of course I'm not.”

You open your eyes and expect him to look at you the way he does when you're unable to defend yourself against his quips, but he's not. His eyes are following his own actions and his bottom lip is pulled by his teeth when he takes the fabric of your sweatpants and pulls it up, enough to give you some friction where you need it the most.

“Can I take this off?”

“Fuck, y-yes.”

Joining your shirt on the ground, you're left only in your underwear while Mingi is fully clothed and it bothers you out of nowhere.

“You're so wet already…” he observes and you blush, puffing some air and covering your eyes with your hand. He just laughs “That's a good thing, it means that I'm doing okay.”

He's doing more than okay. Damn all the experience he has and the way he reads you so well.

But his sweet tone gives you some clarity and you support your weight on your hand to fix your position on the bed.

“Alright, let's… resume the lesson before my parents get home.”

“They probably won't for now. The company dinners last until like… two in the morning, usually, right?”

“That's when they decide to go out for drinks.”

“Your mom always wants to go out for drinks.”

“Let's not talk about my mom right now!” you beg and he laughs again, making you chuckle alongside him and you're glad he's talking all of this -the kissing, the teasing, the sweet-talk and the wet patch on your underwear- so well.

The awkwardness from before dissipated the moment he got on his knees in front of you and all that followed was this lovely tension you're dying to keep between the two of you forever even though you shouldn't.

“Show me, love,” he pleads and you sigh, his mouth finding your cheek for a quick second, encouraging you “And then you can show me how to make you feel good, too.”

You stare at him for a few seconds “Damn, you're good,” he shakes his head and you smile, getting rid of your underwear and pushing the quick moment of embarrassment being bare with him in the room gives you “Remember that this is what works for me, okay?”

He nods and then props himself up so he can see it better.

You take a second before your fingers dive into your wet folds and, when you do, you gasp at the feeling.

You've never been more wet just for kissing and teasing before. What the fuck.

You do what you usually do when you're alone for a while and try to contain yourself from moaning because Mingi's eyes keep moving from your fingers to your face. Then, you remember you should be talking him through it, as well.

“You see how I'm building it up?” you start, chest heaving and he hums as his reply “I'm not trying to make myself come but I'm kinda just… edging myself a little bit.”

“Edging,” he repeats and then hisses when he sees your thumb pressing into your clit just how you like it, making you sigh heavily “I know all about that, that's good.”

“Y-you do?”

“You'll be surprised,” he smiles, proud of himself.

“Okay,” you continue, taking a deep breath “Then you know about prepping, too,” he nods “So, a finger first…” you say, swallowing hard when your middle finger makes its way into your cavity without much effort.

Dragging back and forth for a minute or so, you're incapable of containing yourself any longer. Air leaves your mouth in pants and your eyes close when you drag the pad of your finger upwards, locating your g-spot with ease because you're used to it.

“And then, two fingers.”

“Mhm.”

“Look at the position of my hand. I read that these two fingers work the best because they're longer than the rest, although…” you look at Mingi's hand over your belly. You didn't even notice before this that he was touching you, but he is and his thumb is tracing a pattern that both relaxes you and sends shivers down your spine “I'm sure that it won't be a problem for you, huh?”

He sends a cocky smirk your way and you would've smacked him if you weren't so… preoccupied.

Pressing your precious spot and then dragging back and forward, you stop the movements altogether. It felt too good, way more than good and it's a different sensation of what you're used to.

And it's all because of him.

You look at his side profile, his eager eyes commiting to memory what you're doing to yourself, probably taking mental notes now that his notebook is long forgotten over at your desk and…

He deserves this. He deserves to be the one to have this, just tonight.

You hate to leave what feels like it's about to be your best orgasm in the hands of someone who's just learning, yet alone a man.

But Mingi is not just any man.

“Mingi,” you call and his curious eyes leave your heat a second later “your turn.”

“Did you… Did it happen? I didn't see anythi—”

“No,” you interrupt him, your fingers leaving you and you turn to him, your clean hand finding his face “show me what you learned.”

His mouth parts, but you have a newfound confidence and a glint in your eyes that is new, so nothing comes out.

“Prove that bitch wrong.”

That seems to do it.

His eyes go from being confused to spark with determination and want and electricity runs through you again because he seems so relieved he gets to touch you sooner than expected.

Shyness and nervousness buried six feet under, you both smile to each other before you feel him.

His fingers gathering your wetness, his thumb finding your clit with ease and expertise.

“Wettest pussy I've ever touched.” You can tell he's a little lost in the heat of the moment but it's okay. So are you.

Fuck.

It's been way too long since someone else touched you this way, so you all but melt at the circles he draws on your clit. He paid close attention before, because he's touching you just the way you like it.

“That feels so good…”

“Yeah?” he asks, dark eyes finding yours before a particular stroke forces you to close them. And then he gathers enough slick to insert his ring finger inside and you can't help the moan that slips past your lips.

You lift your hand to cover your mouth, but Mingi clicks his tongue in feign disappointment “I want to hear if I'm making you feel good, love. Don't hold back on me just because this is unconventional.”

The worries die altogether with that.

And now that you have free reign to stop containing yourself, you don't know how to stop.

It's not long before his middle joins his other finger but he doesn't go for it right away. He fucks you slowly, allowing you to get used to the unfamiliar stretch of his way longer, way thicker digits until they slide in and out with little effort.

His pace picks up after what feels like ages and your hand fists his shirt for the second time tonight, nodding and moaning in encouragement.

“Deeper,” you instruct “curl them upwards and go deeper, you'll feel it then.”

He obeys immediately, his chest heaving and his mouth parting in delight when he finds it. The pad of his finger presses down on it tentatively and your grasp on his shirt hardens.

“Is that it?” you nod and he does it again, which earns another moan “What do I do now?”

Before you completely get lost in the feeling, you decide to drop the step by step bullshit aside and give him the full instruction in hopes that he'll remember it all without fucking up: “What works for me is pressing… Fuck, yeah, just like that a-and then…” you take deep breath “Just a little harder… Yeah, then rub it in a circular motion while maintaining that same pressure… Fuck, Mingi!”

He's a little too good at following instructions, because he touches you like he's been doing this forever and soon you feel the familiar swell, the usual buildup of it all and he's taking you over the age like it's nothing.

You forget how to speak, you forget how to tell him what he needs to do next and so, when you finally explode, you take his wrist and place his two fingers over your clit.

When you move them side by side, he lets out a fascinated giggle but knows exactly what to do.

A second later, your release is coating your thighs and the towels underneath you and you don't register anything else because your ears are ringing.

Did you lose consciousness for a second? It feels like you did.

That was the best fucking orgasm you've ever felt in your entire life.

And when you come back down, you only register the sound of your breathing and plump lips kissing your face, his fingers stopping their pace once he realizes you're done with it.

Opening your eyes, you stare at your popcorn ceiling for a second. Then, you look at Mingi who's already staring at you with a what the fuck just happened expression.

It makes you laugh. Softly at the beginning, post-orgasm bliss takes over but then Mingi laughs too and your whole chest swells with inexplicable pride.

You don't think twice before kissing him again. When you realize you did it, you pull back and blink at him like he didn't make you see stars three seconds ago.

“That was…” his eyes do the thing he usually does. You never notice it until now, but he scans your face so frequently you've grown used to it, but now… It feels different. His teeth nip his bottom lip and he shakes his head before speaking “Come here, love.”

And then he's kissing you again, slow, intimate, beyond the stupid lesson you just taught him.

But you don't mind it one bit.

You sit up, getting on your knees on the bed and basically forcing him to do the same. Ignoring the gross sensation of the wet towel underneath you, you pull him further into you until his chest presses against yours, until his hands roam your body and settle on your waist, securing the embrace.

This time, when you pull away, there's this whole unspoken new thing between you.

“That was…?” you press, smiling a bit, pulling both you and him back to reality.

Right now, with you half naked and his hard-on pressing on your belly, it's not the time to discuss your feelings.

“Possibly the coolest thing I've seen,” he starts, giggling when you roll your eyes “and the hottest thing I've seen, too,” you shrug, dismissing his stare because it's making you feel hot all over your body, again “and I'm really, really grateful you said yes, love.”

The soft tone he uses to say the last bit relaxes you and you nod, deciding it's not the time to tell him you never even came like that on your own.

Instead, you decide to grasp this intimate moment and extend it as much as you can. You can see Mingi is not expecting it when you reach his sweatpants and let your shaky thumb trace the outline of his cock.

Closing his eyes, he lets out a pleased sigh before he grabs you by the back of your neck and rests his forehead against yours.

“This is supposed to be purely educational, Y/N”

“Is that what you want it to be?” you softly ask, pulling your hand away but then his hips buck and chase after your touch, making you smile despite the emotions swelling in your chest “Let me help you… Please…”

“Fuck, don't beg me, love.”

“Don't make me beg, then.”

What the fuck are you even doing?

“Y/N, I—” he stops suddenly and you're too lost in the moment to notice why.

But then the sound of keys and a door closing downstairs scares the fuck out of you and you push Mingi away without thinking it through.

He lands with a thud on your bedroom floor, next to your discarded clothes.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” he whispers-shouts, both shocked and offended, but you're getting off your bed and picking up your clothes and the soaked towels so you don't really care about his feelings right now.

“Bathroom. Now.”

You're so blessed for having your bedroom right next to the upstairs bathroom. And so blessed that it is your bathroom and you don't have to share it. You’ll get on your knees and thank your gods afterwards, but right now you can only think one thing.

Don't get caught.

Lord knows you'll never hear the end of it if Mingi walks out of here with a hard-on. Your dad will kill him, your mom will cheer because she loves the idea of you and Mingi together and you'll probably pack your bags and move away if it happens.

When you lock the door behind you and make a quick show of putting your underwear and pants back on, you hear Mingi chuckle.

“We can always tell them we're having a sleepover, Y/N, you didn't have to karate kick me off the damn bed!”

“Hush!” But he just keeps giggling at your very obvious flustered state.

You're about to rip him a new one when he takes two strides, backs you against the bathroom sink, and catches your lips in a quick, sweet kiss and all your worries dissolve just like that.

“Guess they didn't go for drinks after all..”

“You think?” cocking your head to the side, the smile on your lips can't be fought at this point.

He returns it and leans in for another kiss, longer this time and you sigh against his mouth before pulling away because you really, really shouldn't be doing this right now.

You hear your mother calling your name and then footsteps up the stairs. A murmured she must be sleeping and a hum from your father before they pass the bathroom door. You truly only relax when you hear their door closing at the end of the hallway.

“Okay, we're safe now.”

“When were we ever not safe?”

“When I was half naked on my bed, Mingi!”

He shakes his head with a smile and takes a step back.

You clear your throat.

“I really did want to help you out but—”

“Raincheck?” he asks and at your hesitation to say yes, he continues “If you want to. If you don't, it's okay. We… We'll figure it out, okay?”

“Okay.”

He smiles again “Good, uh…”

Mingi seems unsure on what to do next. Feeling the same, you decide the best thing to do is to get him out of here.

Opening the bathroom door, you carefully peek into the hallway, taking his hand in yours and beckoning him to follow you down the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible.

“Shit, your shoes…” you whisper.

“I don't think they noticed if they didn't barge into the bedroom to check on us like they usually do, love.” He returns, in the same tone.

That does nothing to ease your mind, but he makes sure to put them on quickly and then grabs your shoulders, shaking you in a teasing manner.

“Quit worrying, Y/N. I can feel you thinking.”

Of course he does. There's no one, in this world, that knows you better than him.

It makes your heart flutter and it shouldn't. But you're getting on your tippy toes and stealing a parting kiss before you think about it too much.

It's irresponsible for you to do so, but Mingi grabs your waist and extends the duration of the kiss and suddenly you don't give a fuck about your parents or anyone else finding out about this… shift in your dynamic.

“See you tomorrow?” he asks against your lips and you nod.

“See you tomorrow.”

And with that, he leaves.

You lock the door and practically run to your room after.

What the fuck have you done?

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CIY CH 26

Chapter Twenty-Six

📍Pairing: detective ateez ot8 x detective afab reader 📍Summary: "Final puzzle pieces" 📍WC: 3.3k 📍AU: detective/mafia 📍Genre: action, dark romance, poly romance 📍Warning(s): 18+ rating, kidnapping, captive reader, guns, threats 📍AN: finally got it done, but it's just one thing after another now haha whoops 📍Beta readers (and sole motivation): @flurrys-creativity , @bunnliix, @adelusionforyourthoughts and occasionally @daemour 📍dividers and banner made by me! ageless blocks will be blocked immediately if you interact with this post

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The sting reverberating through your cheek woke you up, followed by mumbled obscenities. If you wanted to open your eyes, now you didn't, not when you recognized the voice.

Jongho.

“I know you're awake, your breathing changed.”

Huffing, you relented and peaked an eye open, wincing at the harsh light swinging above you. You lifted your head that had been hanging back haphazardly, attempting to bring a hand up to block out the bright light but you found them tied… to the chair you were in.

Blood running cold you tested the ropes, glancing down at yourself to at least take notice you weren’t in the clothes you had been before. Even cleaned up, modest tee-shirt and jeans, hair pulled out of your face but no bra and underwear. “Who the fuck cleans someone up they plan on killing?” You scoffed out, forcing your anger to the surface and everything else into a box in the back of your heart to better deal with this situation.

After all, who the fuck would fuck someone like that just to tie them up like this?

It was so hard to believe them when they did such contradicting stuff like this. And to leave you with Jongho? The man that wanted nothing to do with you?

Your glare matched his, even if your head was throbbing. No windows or outside light to give you a time so who knew how long you were out for. It didn’t make sense to be out long enough for this after what had happened, but could you get answers? Did it even matter? “Why don’t you just kill me?” You spat out instead, gaze running over his attire as he was now leaning against the only door in the room. Ripped jeans, black sweater pushed up his elbows and for once, no gloves. You could make out some lettering on his knuckles, three on each hand but from the angle, you couldn’t tell what they were.

He caught you looking, flexing his hands before running the palms over his thighs and displaying the tattoo: P-I-R-A-T-E. If he was trying to intimidate you, it didn’t work, you were already expecting your death. You knew you had fucked up bad, so this was your own fault. Plus… what did you really have to fight for? You were a realist, there was no getting out of this. You couldn’t take down a group of skilled men that had ties in both the justice system and criminal world. But you also didn’t think they had a place for you among their group, not anymore.

Those hopes were dashed.

“You look pathetic.” Jongho sneered out, snapping your attention back to his face. “Given up already?” “I’m not delusional, I know how this ends for me.” Did you have the resources and resilience to run? Not without throwing your pride aside for abandoning your job. Your life meant less than your pride apparently.

Jongho rolled his eyes and closed the distance, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to meet his gaze. “You’re a fucking idiot.” “So I’ve learned. Have any other new insults or will you just end it already?” This time you literally spat in his face, right on his cheek. He wiped it away slowly, the anger in his gaze much fiercer than any he had shown before. This must be how he really felt about you.

How could have things worked out with the unit with him like this anyways? Your own anger began to dissipate, a feeling of helplessness rising up to choke your bruised throat.

“You held a gun to Hwa-” “Ah so you want to beat me up first for threatening the pretty man? Well do it.” “They would have told you if you just asked.” He snapped back, voice raised, You rolled your eyes, struggling with the ropes. “And why should I have? You lot haven’t been the most welcoming. You made it perfectly clear, and still are, that I am not welcome here. Why should I have trusted you wouldn’t do this in the first place if I had come to them?!”

Perhaps it was the throbbing of your own head but you thought he winced at your words. Just imagining things, you told yourself. “So you threaten us first?!” He spat out, fists clenched at his side. “What else do I have left to lose?” Your tone shifted, the weight of your actions, the pain this entire ordeal had inflicted on you, finally reared it’s ugly head. “I have nothing. Nothing but my pride. So just kill me. Get it over with. If you’re going to anyways, just do it. I’m no use to you alive, I have nothing you gain from keeping me like this.” Your head drooped forward, shoulders slumped. It was the truth, you had no value, no worth, and nothing more to fight for.

Silence dragged on for what felt like an eternity, but if you counted your breaths it was a meer couple seconds.

“This is why you should've stayed away. This life takes everything from you." There was an ache in his voice that shocked you, but not as much as the pure defeated pain on his features when you looked up.

It had occurred to you before, that each of them had some ties or reason to really hate the criminal underground and one of the existing families. Seonghwa’s parents trying to sell his sister off to the Golden Circle- Yunho’s father dying in a hit, Mingi’s own troubled adolescence running for the gangs. Yeosang’s program is owned by the red wolves, Wooyoung’s mother being the head of the Pink Boa’s… but you hadn’t once thought about Jongho.

You had tried not to think about him as often as possible, but now you couldn't help but wonder. What had happened to him that he didn’t want you getting involved with this life? For a moment, you wondered if he had been worried about you.

It was dashed away when you heard other voices and he made his speedy escape out of the room. Sure you were now curious but what right did you have to know?

You didn’t expect to leave this, well what looked like a safe house, alive.

Unfortunately Jongho didn’t come right back, leaving you to stew in your rage, fear, and sadness. You didn’t like to be left alone with your thoughts for too long, then you would start to doubt yourself.

But what choice did you have? What outcome could you think of that you haven’t already? The potential to join them? So that you could live?

The longer you stayed tied to the chair, the more dying seemed like a better option. You were ready to give in, to give up. Pride be damned. Your parents be damned. S.K and your friends be damned. You were tired.

Minutes dragged on until you were sure an hour passed, hearing no sounds outside the door. You debated attempting to escape, but the camera in the corner of the room dashed that idea. “Are you enjoying this? Fucking pervert, always watching.” You taunted, staring down the camera so you didn’t have to think. If you attempted to escape, Yeosang would just alert the others… Was that how Yunho knew? Did Yeosang alert them that you took Seonghwa into your apartment? He did admit to having access to the camera’s in the halls, but that didn’t sit right with you. How would they know that you meant harm? How would they know you weren’t just going to fuck the man?

Because if they knew, why would Seonghwa even go into your apartment? Why kiss you? Why would he let you see his tattoo? It didn’t make sense, and you were far too mentally exhausted to continue mulling it over. So, taunting an imaginary enemy sounded plenty fun. “Are you salty Yeosang? I figured things out before you had a chance huh? Kinda liked you watching. Pretty and smart but that little perverted side?” You licked your lips and tilted your head. “Kinda hot. Too bad I can’t see how you’re reacting to all this? Getting stuck watching me while you all- what? Decide how to make me disappear?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “As smart and resourceful as you lot are, I’m surprised you didn’t have a plan for this set up just in case.” Or was this the plan? Were they just keeping you occupied until they had it all put in place?

If that was the case, you didn’t want to wait around for that… well it wasn’t smart to do so. What you wanted was entirely different from what you needed to do to get out of this. You should escape, at least attempt to. You should be giving your all to trying to live another day. To survive.

But those doubts you had pushed to the back of your mind earlier were now pushing forward once more, asking you why you should even try? They just grew stronger the more you struggled. The ropes were thick, rubbing your wrists raw as you struggled but that was the only part of your body exposed to them. Your ankles, knees, and waist were all tightly bound over your clothing. You could potentially grab the chair by the armrests your hands were tied to and prop yourself onto you feet awkwardly to smash it against a wall, but the chair seem bolted to the ground.

So after working up a bit of a sweat struggling, you slumped in the seat and glared at the camera. Still no Jongho, or anyone else, just you, a camera, and your thoughts.

Your thoughts easily won. Minutes ticked by to another hour- maybe more- as you mentally cycled through your life for some purpose to live for, as well as something to bargain or a different outcome than this. Maybe the past few weeks meant enough to them they’d just have you leave the country?

Would you go? Could you trust them enough to agree? No, you didn’t think you could. You had to admit to yourself, whatever connection you had felt growing between you and them felt foreign and broken now. You couldn’t trust it, trust that they weren’t playing you like a chess piece. They hadn’t wanted you there from the beginning, and you were going to cause problems… of course they would’ve played on your vulnerability to get you compliant enough to stay out of their way. That’s what you would have done if the roles were reversed. You mulled over everything they had done. The harsh words, the cold shoulder, the disgust at you: an outsider. The tests, the praise, the desire that had grown and become more visible from them the longer you were there. Yeosang and Mingi having your side against Chan. Seonghwa’s comfort and understanding, his kisses, what he had said to Minho and Chan at the cafe.

“Our treasure.”

Taking in deep breaths to fight off the tears, you shifted your attention back to anything else. It was no good to focus on those things, not when those very same men had you tied to a chair at a location you didn’t know.

It was when you finally got your emotions under control, pushed those feelings back to the box enough you no longer felt like suffocating on them, that the door opened finally.

Both Hongjoong and Seonghwa stepped in, wearing gaudy outfits that really solidified they were mafia for you. As if they should be on the streets starting a fight, yet for a brief moment you let yourself admit they were attractive. Fur hats suited the Captain, and Seonghwa in a low cut gold shirt, neck tattoos on full display, and with black hair styled in a half updo? Somehow he was intimidating.

His eyes softened on you though, while Hongjoong shoved his hands in his jeans and rocked on his heels, not meeting your eyes.

Somehow you managed to keep your cool, relaxing your shoulders and watching Seonghwa through disinterested eyes. “So, no one is denying it. I want to hear it.” “We’re the Black Pirates.” Hongjoong chimed in before Seonghwa could, stepping up to his second in command and lazily drooping his arm over his shoulder. “Half of us were in it before the unit, the other half joined through the unit.” The man smirked as your eyes went wide, a sparkle of hope in them.

You dashed it away as quickly as you could though. “How did you know I was questioning Seonghwa?” “I had Yunho and Jongho install cameras in your apartment when they helped you move in.” Seonghwa admitted, tearing his eyes away from yours. “We’ve had tabs on your phone and laptop as well.”

The anger in the back of your chest tried to rear up again, but you didn’t let it despite a clench of your jaw and a few tightly wound words. “Is that so…” “Ever since you saw my tattoo at the gym, we have been taking some precautions. You are a firecracker after all, an unpredictable one at that.” Hongjoong added, keeping eye contact as he smiled at the sprinkle of praise in his words. You could hear it in his tone, attempting to block it out of your heart. “So when Seonghwa would pick you up, Yunho was to follow a few minutes behind. He acted the second you pulled the gun out, not far from your place already and we had a duplicate of your key just in case.” “I know Yunho getting involved messed some things up-” Seonghwa paused when you scoffed, frowning as it was now your turn not to look them in the eye. “I wanted to talk to you as calmly as I could. Remind you that we do give a damn about you.” “Is that what that fuck was about?” Blinking back tears, you narrowed your eyes on the pretty man, chanting in your head not to break down. You had done that enough around them. “You enjoyed it didn’t you?” Hongjoong quipped out, stepping up to you and taking your chin in his hand. He was much more gentle than Jongho but still firm. “Firecracker… come on, don’t turn us away. I promise we were going to tell you. Just have… some things to clean up first. Now that you know we are the Black Pirates, think about our position. What we have at stake.” You wanted to argue, but his words did ring in your head. San was still in trouble, even more so if he was a Pirate and a cop and they found out. “Then… why? Why are you a crime syndicate when you’re also the legal unit responsible for taking it down?” Hongjoong dropped his hand, standing up and pocketing his hands in his jeans. “Because as one or the other we’ll never be able to shape the underworld into what we need. Seonghwa will lose his sister to the Golden Circle. Wooyoung’s mother will always be under their thumb, unable to get out. Yunho will never get justice for his father… These are all stories you’ve heard of ours and they’re true. The combined power is the best we got.”

“Angel…” Seonghwa stepped up and knelt next to you, expression soft as he cupped your cheek. “We aren’t going to kill you. But you have to make a decision. Either you have to join us, which we hoped you would, or we can arrange for you to leave the country or countryside. We can pull strings so your law enforcement credentials are still valid and can get you a career elsewhere.” The most telling thing was that they didn’t want to kill you. You could see it on their faces. The softness of Seonghwa’s features, the desperation in his eyes, and the way Hongjoong was fidgeting and avoiding your gaze.

It was the loud way your stomach grumbled that broke the heavy tension, Seonghwa fighting off a smile while you tried not to let heat build in your cheeks at just how loud it was. “I think food is in order first. We’ll go make you something and give you time to think about it.” “And by we he means him. I’ll uh, supervise.” Hongjoong offered a charming smile that did calm some of your nerves somehow.

Seonghwa rolled his eyes as he pulled the man by the cardigan to the door. “You will update some of our very worried members about Angel’s state. If I remember correctly, Wooyoung had some very nasty threats if you didn’t update him about her state before nightfall, and it is evening already.”

“We were giving her time to think things over first!” “Well now she has some more. Come come, go make that call.” Seonghwa pushed Hongjoong out of the room, smiling back at you. “Think about it, we’ll untie you to eat and talk things over… like partners okay?” How could your heart not swell with affection?

The moment the door was shut you were grinning, unable to help yourself. Crime bosses they might be, but they acted like an adorable married couple at times. And they reassured you the offer to join them, fully, was still on the table.

You could remember both your promise to Haru and to Yunho. They knew this was coming, and now you could see they were asking you to really think this over once it was time. You didn’t know what it meant to be a part of a crime syndicate, considering the other ones at play in the city, but you could not imagine them selling people or producing drugs just for profit or pimping out young girls. Perhaps you could ask them about what their organization actually did, since they worked so hard to keep the Black Pirates out of law enforcement reports, your knowledge over them was limited after all.

Relaxing as you thought of what questions to ask, what was important in your decision, you heard chaos outside your door. It had only been maybe ten minutes since you were left alone, and now Seonghwa was busting through the door. You could hear yelling now, multiple voices, and he seemed disheveled.

“Time to go Angel.” He moved around you to start undoing the knots, but got frustrated and just started cutting them instead. “What’s going on?” Most of the yells you heard were screams of pain, while words were too muffled to hear but none were Hongjoong. “Ambush. Crimson Wolves by the looks of it. Yeosang no doubt has the others on the way for back up but I don’t think we’re making it out of here.” There was a hardness to his tone that frightened you, but no panic. Seonghwa probably didn’t think they were going to die here. So captured and tortured? Your blood ran cold. “Let me help.” He chuckled, finally freeing you and handing you the knife. “They would kill you. It’ll ease our minds if you get out and find one of the others. Left of the hallway there is a backdoor. Find the alley and keep running left until you hit main street. You’ll know where you are and can head back to Yeosang okay?” In a moment of desperation, he kissed you.

Not a goodbye kiss, but there was a desperation there you could taste. Your lips lingered for a second, Hongjoong’s cry for Hwa pulling him away.

One last longing look and he was gone. Now you could run, head to Yeosang, or just run in general. Maybe to SK.

Or, you could try and fight. Make up your mind about where you want to belong. FIght for it.

You left the room with a new found determination, your choice made. There was no going back now.

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alxtiny · 7 months ago

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Helping bf! Ateez relax

Synopsis: where you help bf!ateez relax

Pairing: ateez x gn!reader, idol au

Genre: fluff

Word count: 3.5k

Warning: drinking, one shared bath, excessive use of the word weary

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• Hongjoong

Hongjoong dragged himself wearily through the door, his shoulders burdened with exhaustion. It had been a long long day at the studio, his work never ending even after their latest comeback. He still had unfinished projects prodding at the back of his mind, the repetitive droning of the beats that once seemed to fit together perfectly were now just annoying.

But as he stepped into the warmth of your home, a wave of relief washed over him. The heavenly aroma of your home-cooked dinner greeted him, and he couldn't help but close his eyes and smile despite his weariness. Of course you knew the best way to calm the chaos in his mind and satisfy his rumbling stomach.

"Hey, love," you greeted him softly, setting down the spoon you had been stirring with. "You look exhausted. Come sit down, dinner's ready."

Hongjoong managed a grateful nod, shedding his coat and shoes before joining you at the table. He marvelled at the spread before him, his stomach making noises of protests, urging him to eat. You always knew how to take care of him, even on the busiest of days.

As he dug into the warm meal you had prepared, Hongjoong felt a sense of warmth spread through him, both from the food and from your presence, he slid down further into his seat, muscles relaxing. It was a stark contrast to the spare snacks he had been subsisting on all day, and he savoured every last bite, feeling the tension slowly melt away.

Once dinner was finished, you led him to the couch, where plush blankets, sltolen from your bed, awaited. Sitting down you pulled him into yourself. Nestled in your arms, Hongjoong sighed contentedly, his exhaustion catching up to him at last. You began to trace soothing circles on his back, your touch lulling him into a state of blissful relaxation.

"I love you," you whispered, your voice a gentle melody in the quiet of the room. "Thank you for working so hard, for always giving your all. You mean the world to me, Hongjoong."

His heart swelled with warmth at your words, and he snuggled closer to you, feeling safe and loved in your embrace. As the weariness finally overtook him, he whispered back those three precious words, knowing that with you by his side, no tiring days could defeat him. And with that, he drifted off into a peaceful slumber, your whispered declarations of love the last thing he heard before sleep claimed him.

• Seonghwa

The atmosphere in your home is serene, a haven you've carefully crafted to make it only the best place to come back to after work. As Seonghwa arrives, weariness from the day's endeavours overshadow him, but you're ready with a comforting surprise. The bath is drawn, warm steam curling upwards, carrying the delicate scent of his favourite soap and bath salts, all the way to the living room. You've paid attention to his preferences, knowing how much he treasures these moments of self-care.

He steps into the house, greeted by the soothing ambiance you've created. Gratefulness softens his features as he sees you coming out of the bathroom, after preparing everything, and he thanks you, appreciating the thoughtful gesture. Taking care of the members took a lot out of him, now he just needed someone to take care of him.

“Come Hwa, this should help, just relax,” You gently guide him to the bath, encouraging him to unwind. But before you can leave, he reaches out, a request lingering in his gaze.

"Join me," he murmurs, and seeing the flashes of melancholy in his eyes, you can't resist the invitation. Shedding your own clothes, you slip into the bath with him, your back resting carefully against his chest, feeling the quickened rhythm of his heartbeat. As he recounts the events of his day, your hands move in gentle circles along his limbs, easing away the tension he carries.

The warm water works its magic, lulling him into a state of relaxation. Sensing his drowsiness, you decide it's time to get to bed. You rise from the bath first, the air kissing your skin as you towel off and dress. You move to the kitchen, warming up the dinner on the stove, filling the air with inviting aromas.

Seonghwa joins you quickly, fresh and rejuvenated, ready to indulge in a meal prepared with love and care. The comfort of the food wraps around you both like a blanket as you dine, conversation continuing from where it was left off in the bath, effortlessly. Afterward, you retreat to the cosiness of your shared space. Seonghwa wastes no time in bringing your body close to his as your hands move to soothe his hair, the day's weariness melting away with each tender stroke .

As he drifts off to sleep, he whispers, “Thank you my n/n, I love you,” With a smile, you kiss his cheeks lightly, replying with the same, feeling grateful for these quiet moments together.

• Yunho

As Yunho stepped through the door, you could practically see the exhaustion etched into every line of his body. The day's rigorous dance practice had taken its toll on him, leaving him sore and aching. Seeing him like this pulled at your heart strings and you were determined to ease his discomfort.

“Yunho, why don’t you go shower, I have something in mind to help you relax,” you said, to which he quickly agreed.

While Yunho showered off the sweat and strain of the day, you busied yourself with creating a soothing atmosphere for him. Infusing massage oil with calming scents, lighting candles that cast a soft, flickering glow across the room, and laying out a warm towel on the bed. You were on a very important mission.

When Yunho emerged from the shower, steam still lingering in the air, you gently took his hand and guided him to the bed. His tired eyes softened at the sight of your efforts, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Relax, love," you murmured, as he settled onto the warm towel, the fabric comforting against his fatigued muscles. With practiced hands, you began to knead away the tension that had accumulated throughout his day, your touch both firm and gentle.

As you worked, you listened to him animatedly recount the events of practice, how despite the initial difficulties with the choreo the boys had managed to perfect their movements and Yunho was proud of their efforts. You were quick to offer words of encouragement and support and tell him he should be proud of himself too, for leading their practices with patience and enthusiasm.

With each passing minute, you felt the tightness in his muscles slowly give way, replaced by a sense of peace and calm. You could hear small noises and hums of pleasure and relaxation from Yunho.

When you finally finished, Yunho rose from the bed, letting out a deep sigh as he rolled his shoulders, the weariness in his movements replaced by an airy weightlessness. With a grateful smile, he dressed while you put away the things and blew out the candles and then turned to you, his gaze filled with affection.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice soft and tender as he pulled you into a warm embrace. Nestling into the curve of your chest, he closed his eyes, finding solace in the warmth of your embrace. Together, you drifted off to sleep, the gentle rhythm of his breathing lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

• Yeosang

Yeosang trudged through the door, his shoulders sagging under the weight of exhaustion. The day had been unforgiving to him, draining every ounce of his energy. He longed for nothing more than a moment of solitude to replenish and recharge his social battery. As he entered, you glanced up, immediately catching the weariness etched on his face.

Without a word, you approached him, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "Go relax, Yeosang," you murmured, understanding his need for quietude.

Grateful for your understanding, he nodded silently and headed for the shower while you set about tidying the house, knowing that the clutter would just make him more uncomfortable.

Later, as you made your way to the shared bedroom, you found Yeosang lying on the bed, an open book resting on his chest, his eyes closed, but eyebrows slightly furrowed. Smiling softly, you picked up the book assuming he had fallen, intending to put it away. But as your fingers grazed the pages, he stirred, reaching out to grasp your hand.

"Read to me, please," he whispered, his voice heavy with drowsiness. This wasn’t new for him to ask for, he loved the low soothing tone of your voice and right now it felt like medicine to him.

You obliged, hoping his request would help distract him from his overwhelming thoughts. You settled beside him, the bed enveloping you both in its warmth. With his head nestled against your shoulder, you began to read, the calm cadence of your voice lulling him into a peaceful slumber.

As you read through a few chapters, you felt his breathing gradually slow, his features relaxing into a soft repose. With the book now forgotten, you leaned down to press a tender kiss to his forehead.

"I love you," you whispered, before allowing sleep to claim you as well, the two of you finding solace in each other's embrace.

• San

The sound of the door slowly creaking open pulled you from your cosy spot on the couch, where you had been engrossed in a book. You glanced up to see San shuffling into the apartment, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion.

"Hey, Sannie," you greeted him, setting aside your book and moving over to him. "Rough day?"

San nodded wearily, dropping his bag by the door as you put your arms around him and gently kissed his lips. "Practice ran longer than usual. I just want to relax."

A smile tugged at your lips as an idea sparked in your mind. "How about we go out for some late-night ice cream? It might help you unwind."

San's tired expression brightened at the suggestion. "That sounds perfect actually."

You both quickly changed into comfortable clothes, opting for light oversized t-shirts and jeans before heading out into the cool night air. The streets were quiet as you made your way to the local ice cream parlour, you could feel San getting more excited as the distance closed in.

Once inside, you were greeted by the comforting scent of freshly made waffle cones and the sight of colorful ice cream flavors lined up behind the glass display. San faced no hesitation n ordering his favorite mint chocolate, while you opted for the indulgent mocha brownie.

As you settled into a cosy corner booth, you took turns sharing bites of your ice creams with each other, giggling as San told you about the antics he and Wooyoung got to. You couldn't help but laugh out loud when San took a particularly enthusiastic bite and ended up with a smidge of ice cream on his nose, making his laugh as well, feeling carefree after the fast pace of his work day.

After relishing every last spoonful, you reluctantly left the warmth of the parlor and made your way back home. Once there, you snuggled up together under the soft comforter of your bed, the events of the evening bringing a smile to your faces.

As you got ready to sleep, comfortably resting against San's chest, he whispered "I love you," pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

With a contented smile, you returned the sentiment, heart fluttering at his gesture, as sleep pulled you away.

• Mingi

Mingi let out a long, tired sigh as he stepped out of the studio. Another gruelling day of working with Hongjoong, mixing beats, perfecting lyrics, and laying down tracks. As much as he loved his work, today had taken a toll on him. He was ready to go home, hoping to find some solace in your presence.

As he entered your shared apartment, the familiar scent of home wrapped around him like a comforting hug. But what caught his eye next made his tired expression melt away instantly. There, in the middle of the living room, was a magnificent pillow fort. The fluffiest blankets you owned were artfully draped, creating a cosy, inviting little enclosure. Soft fairy lights twinkled from within, giving out a warm, gentle glow.

Mingi's face stretched into a wide grin, the corners of his eyes crinkling with joy. He carefully made his way towards the fort, trying not to disturb the delicate construction. As he peeked inside, he saw all his favorite snacks laid out neatly, alongside a couple of iced coffees. And there you were, waiting for him with your Switch already in hand, Cozy Grove loaded and ready to play.

"You did all this for me?" Mingi asked, his voice filled with awe and gratitude.

You nodded with a smile, leaning up to give him a quick kiss. "I thought you could use a little escape after your long day."

He settled into the fort beside you, careful not to knock anything over. Pulling you close, he whispered, "This is just what I needed. Thank you so much. I love you."

"I love you too," you replied softly, handing him his Switch.

The rest of the evening was a blissful retreat from the demands of the day. You both immersed yourselves in the little life of Cozy Grove, munching on snacks and sipping iced coffee. Laughter and gentle conversations filled the fort as you helped each other with game tasks, the stress of the day soon melting away.

As the hours slipped by, the ambient glow of the fairy lights dimmed to a soft lullaby. You found yourselves growing drowsy, the peaceful atmosphere lulling you both into a serene state of contentment. Snuggled in each other's arms, you eventually drifted off to sleep, the worries of the day forgotten, replaced by the warmth of your love and the comfort of your shared sanctuary.

• Wooyoung

The sound of the front door creaking open followed by the soft thud of shoes being kicked off was your first indication that Wooyoung was home and he was not feeling like his usual self. You glanced at the clock—it was well past midnight. Usually, he would burst through the door with a loud greeting, but tonight, you only heard a heavy sigh and the muffled thump of him dropping onto the couch.

You knew immediately it had been one of those days. Thankfully you also knew the remedy for times like this, your strategy being wine and unwind.

Setting aside the book you had been reading, you headed to the kitchen and grabbed a new bottle of wine and two glasses. With a practiced hand, you uncorked the bottle and filled the glasses to the brim, the rich red liquid glistening in the dim light. You made a quick stop by the bedroom to grab a pair of sweatpants for Wooyoung, then made your way to the living room.

He lay sprawled on the couch, eyes closed, his usual energetic demeanour overlayed by a shroud of exhaustion. You quietly placed the glasses on the coffee table and approached him, the sweats in hand.

"Hey," you said softly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "Why don’t you go change into these? Get comfortable"

Wooyoung opened his eyes, a flicker of confusion crossing his face, but he nodded and took the sweats from you. "Thanks, babe," he mumbled, dragging himself off the couch and heading to the bedroom.

While he changed, you quickly lit a small candle, its gentle glow adding a warm ambiance to the room. You settled back on the couch, the soft flicker of the candlelight reflecting in the wine glasses. Moments later, Wooyoung returned, looking more comfortable in the sweats and a simple t-shirt.

"Come here," you said, patting the spot next to you.

He sat down, and you handed him one of the glasses. "Cheers," you said, clinking your glass against his. "To getting through tough days."

He smiled faintly at your teasing words and took a sip. The wine seemed to work its magic, the tension in his shoulders released slightly. "Thank you," he said quietly. "I guess I really needed this."

You leaned back against the couch, tucking your feet beneath you. "Tell me about your day," you prompted gently.

For the next few hours, you listened as Wooyoung opened up about the long day of practice and recording. He talked about the frustrations, the little victories, and the relentless drive to perfect the choreography. As he spoke, you could see the weight lifting from his shoulders, the wine and the comfort of your presence helping him unwind.

The conversation flowed easily, the wine glasses slowly emptying until the bottle was finished. By the time the clock struck three, you were both feeling pleasantly tipsy and relaxed, the worries of the day forgotten in the comfort of each other’s company.

"Let’s go to bed," you suggested, stifling a yawn.

Wooyoung nodded, his eyes heavy with fatigue but softer than they had been when he first walked through the door. You both stumbled to the bedroom, the exhaustion finally catching up with you.

As you crawled into bed, Wooyoung pulled you close, wrapping his arms tightly around you. "I love you," he whispered, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head.

"I love you too," you murmured back, snuggling into his chest.

In the quiet darkness, you felt him relax completely, the rhythm of his breathing evened out as sleep claimed him. You smiled to yourself, content in the knowledge that you had helped him find peace after a long, hard day. With his warmth surrounding you, it wasn’t long before you, too, drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the comforting embrace of the one you loved.

• Jongho

The front door clicked open, and Jongho stepped inside, his usual energy noticeably absent. You looked up from the book you were reading, instantly recognizing the tiredness in his eyes. His shoulders were slumped, and he moved with a heaviness that spoke of a long, draining day, his feet dragging against the floor. Without needing to ask, you knew it had been one of those days where everything felt like too much—constant rehearsals, pushing his voice to hit those perfect high notes, and the pressure to always perform at his best.

"Hey," you greeted softly, setting your book aside. He gave you a small, weary smile in return.

"Hey," he replied, his voice slightly raspy. He dropped his bag by the door and began to pull off his shoes.

"You should go get into some comfortable clothes," you suggested, your voice gentle. "I'll make you some green tea."

Jongho nodded, too tired to argue, and trudged towards the bedroom. You moved to the kitchen, quickly brewing a pot of green tea just how he liked it, knowing it would help soothe his strained throat and relax him. As the tea steeped, you prepared a tray with a cup and a small teapot, making sure everything was perfect.

A few minutes later, you carried the tray into the bedroom. Jongho was already in bed, dressed in his favorite comfy clothes, looking slightly more at ease. You handed him the cup of tea, and he took it with a grateful smile.

"Thank you," he murmured, taking a careful sip.

You returned his smile and walked around to your side of the bed, pulling out your laptop. "I thought we could watch something light tonight. How about Wonka? I've been wanting to see it for a while."

Jongho's eyes brightened a bit at the idea of watching the latest musical. "Sounds good," he agreed, his voice still hoarse but filled with warmth.

You dimmed the lights and set up the laptop between the two of you, starting the movie. As the scenes played out on the screen, you noticed Jongho relaxing more, a few quiet giggles escaping his lips. He even hummed along to some of the songs, his voice low and soothing.

When the movie finally ended, you heard a yawn from his side. Glancing over, you saw him rubbing his eyes, clearly ready for sleep. You closed the laptop and set it aside, then patted the open space next to you.

"Come here," you invited softly.

Jongho scooted closer, resting his head on your shoulder as you wrapped your arms around him. You kissed the top of his head, whispering, "I love you, and I'm so proud of you."

He snuggled into your embrace, his eyes already drifting closed. "I love you too," he whispered back, his voice barely audible but filled with sincerity.

You held him close, feeling his steady breathing as he drifted off to sleep, warm and safe in your arms.

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS PURE FICTION AND NOT RELATED TO THE MEMBERS OF ATEEZ IN REAL LIFE PLEASE DO NOT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY

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xxkissesforchanniexx · 7 months ago

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐨 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭

Pairing: Chan x fem!reader (zombie apocalypse au) Word count: 1.1k T_T Warnings: non really >.> hongjoong is scery,

A/N: might end up redoing this whole series >.> i dont like it rn >.>

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Chapter 4

You and Chan hadn't spoken at all since what happened. The members could sense the tension the moment Chan entered the base, Changbin was about to ask him how it had gone but seeing the infuriated look on Chan's face, he steered clear of him and let Chan storm to his room.

"What happened?" Jisung asked Hyunjin.

He shook his head, pursing his lips and looking at you.

Seonghwa went straight to his room, surprising even Minho, who tilted his head at you, as if expecting an explanation.

You didn't speak even at dinner which Chan, even after Minho went to call him, refused to attend.

You poked at your food until Jeongin finally snapped.

"What happened?!" He almost shouted.

You looked at him, opened your mouth then closed it.

"Nothing." Seonghwa said.

"It's clearly something." Minho looked at him.

You pushed your chair back and left without a word. You left the base and climbed onto a car, sitting there and staring at the setting sun. Why was San even there... Why was Hongjoong still looking for you? As if hopping three cities wasn't enough to make him think you and Hwa were dead. You felt tears burning your eyes, what would he do if he found you? With them? What would he do to Seonghwa? To Chan? To the base?

You bit your lip and sucked in a shaky breath. Run.. just run.. If he knows you ran they'll be safe. You slid off the car to make a run for it when you stopped yourself. But where would you go? With what resources? You kicked a piece of metal hard, it clattered against the old road and hit another rundown car. You slid to the ground beside the car you stood on and pulled your knees close to your chest.

"Hey.."

You looked up as you heard the deep voice. Yongbok.

"Are you okay?" He said quietly, sitting next to you.

You looked at him. "Yeah."

"Chan told me what happened..."

"So how can you ask if I'm okay?" You shot.

"Because I got what Chan had to say," He turned to face you. "Who's Hongjoong? What happened?"

You bit your lip. "I can't say.."

"Why not?"

"It's not my business. But it is."

"So it's Hwa's business."

You nodded.

"I get it." Yongbok turned away from you and reached to hand you something. It was a small lollipop. "Chan's not mad at you.." He whispered. "He's worried." he took your hand and rested the lollipop in your palm. "You're one of us. You and Seonghwa, if you're in danger we'll be there." He closed you hand and patted your hand gently. "Because we're a team... Nah we're family.."

You stared at the freckled man for a moment.

He stood and walked back to the base entrance. "Don't let what Chan does get to you. It's because he cares." He entered the car and slid down into the base, leaving you with your thoughts.

Chan looked up as Jisung entered his room. "I said-"

"Minho wants to talk to you." the chubby cheeked man said.

"I'm not hungry."

"Then don't eat." Minho walked into the room anyway and sat on Chan's bed. "How long do you intend to ignore Y/n?"

"Until she tells me what's going on."

"Does she have to tell you?"

"She's surviving in my base so yes."

"Chan."

"Everyone has to know everything." Chan sighed. "For our own safety."

"Our?" Minho raised a brow. "What about Eunbi? Will you tell them about her?"

"You know I can't." Chan huffed.

"Then cut Y/n some slack."

"It's not the same!" Chan said, volume rising.

"How is it any different?!" Minho stood, staring at his friend.

"Because... because we have too much to lose now." Chan looked at his hands. "All the times we almost died just to build this place from the ground up. Eunbi is one person. Wherever Y/n was before.. that's a whole group and they look borderline insane."

Minho didn't say anything for a moment. "What if she has her own reasons? Her and Seonghwa."

Chan didn't say anything to that.

"Think what you want." Minho shrugged. "She's the last person I think would try to hurt us intentionally." He turned to leave.

"I'm worried." Chan said softly. "Not just about us. I'm worried about her. She looked like she saw a ghost when she heard Hongjoong's name."

Minho looked at him. "So? You just gonna let her be scared forever?"

Chan bit his lip. "No."

"Fix it." Minho smiled and walked out of the room.

"So I will.." He muttered. Only when he went to fix whatever "it" was, he found you already laughing with Hyunjin and Seonghwa. As if nothing were wrong at all.

Hongjoong looked at San, San looked at Hongjoong.

"You saw them?"

"Yes sir." San said. "She has a new group."

"Does she?" Hongjoong leaned back in his chair. "Do you know where to find them?"

"Not yet, but we do know where they might appear again.." San smiled. "They're trying to get a plane running. Maybe to use the radio or escape? But that plane is their best shot."

"Who was she with?" Hongjoong asked. "Describe them."

"Seonghwa for one. And a very cocky guy with a funny accent."

"What kind of accent?"

Hongjoong looked at the woman in the dark corner of his office. "Why does it matter Eun?"

"Yeah-" San started.

"What kind of accent?" She pressed.

"Australian." San said.

She stepped out of the dark and stared at him. The mask she wore covering her face, she looked at Hongjoong. "You said this girl ran away from you?"

"More like she was taken." Hongjoong said lowly as he thought of Seonghwa.

"I may know who she's with.. finding him is the issue." She sighed. "Birds of feather flock together."

"I need to talk to you."

You looked up at Chan from where you sat.

Seonghwa stared at him. "About?"

"Was I talking to you?"

"It's fine." You stood, "We can talk."

When he pulled you out of the room he didn't beat around the bush before asking, "What's up with all that? Hongjoong, those people-"

"It's not my business to say."

"Y/n."

"Chan." You stared at him. "Why bother?"

"You really just like being mysterious don't you?" Chan rolled his eyes. "I'm asking to protect us all."

"Even if I told you Hongjoong would still get around anything you have."

"You don't know tha-"

"I DO!" You snapped.

Chan looked at you.

"He's not going to wait for you to come up with some big plan and then attack. He's a killer. He's unpredictable. You need to fucking listen to me."

Chan sighed and looked around, his eyes meeting Hyunjin's and then Minho's, who were peeked around the corner listening. Whoever this guy was, why he had you and Seonghwa so scared, he needed to know. He had to protect everyone.. "I'm all ears."

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hyuckilstan · 2 years ago

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Make it up to you -P.Sh

Pairing!— Seonghwa x afab!reader

Genre!— Angst, smut, fluff if you squint?

warnings!— cunnilingus, protected sex, a whole lot of apologizing and petnames, make-up sex but its soft, possessiveness more like over protectiveness, kinda toxic ngl.

Summary!— Your boyfriend wants to make sure you know how sorry he feels, and how could you reject him when he was being so genuine.

Wc!— 2.1+k words

a/n!— oka I’m back lol and I thought why not make my comeback with a hwa fic (also there might be some typos idk 💀)

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Right now, You’re fucking done with everything.

You’re done with Seonghwa, your boyfriend, you’re done with yourself, heck you feel like you’re done with the relationship.

“I can fucking take care of myself Hwa!” you shout back, feeling frustrated, you know Seonghwa loves you, so much so that he loves to pamper you, sometimes too much that it feels like he thinks of you as a mere child he wants to protect.

Just like tonight, you had peacefully told him that you would be fine if he left you alone at the bar while he goes to chat with his friends, since they were celebrating Hongjoong’s big day as a producer after all, although you’re pretty sure you've ruined the night for him.

Seonghwa just couldn’t resist when he saw some guy hitting on you and even swung his fist at him, resulting in you both standing outside after getting kicked out, arguing.

When you told him once again that he shouldn't have been so protective he blurted out something along the lines that you said that cause you do love the attention, or something like that.

You don’t really remember.

You don’t want to remember.

“We’ve been over this Y/N, I do this because I care for you,” he still refused to admit that what he had said and done were wrong, maybe you were dramatic about him being protective, but what he had said after hurt you more than you wish it did.

“Am I like a goddamn child to you?! I am an independent person Hwa, I can make my own choices and protect myself too, I don’t need to be dependent on someone to do that for me!” You think you’re screaming, you’re not sure, your ears are still ringing because of the loud music, and you feel like your senses are numb and your tears won't stop falling.

Seonghwa hates seeing you like this, more so that he is making you feel like this, but he just wants you to understand that he does it all because he loves you, without a second thought, he says some words he immediately regrets.

“So you call allowing that fucking man to throw himself at you independent? Maybe you are a fucking child Y/N.”

You think you can hear your heart shatter into a million pieces, you don’t respond, mainly cause you are physically unable to, you just want to scream and cry, and you do.

“Stop. I- I’m heading home, and don’t you dare follow me,” you sob and Seonghwa stands stunned when he realizes what he has said and done.

You can hear him calling your name but you choose not to, still sobbing and tears flowing like a river, you open the door to Wooyoung’s car, who had told you before you and Seonghwa left that he could drive you home, almost as if he knew that you would want some distance from your boyfriend.

Wooyoung doesn’t question you, instead he drives to your home, he does tell you that it will be okay every now and then. You wonder if your relationship with Seonghwa is in a critical position, you wonder if you would ever make up.

You do know the amswer to whose questions when you do reach your home and Wooyoung gives you a tight hug, “Don’t worry Y/N, you’ll work things out, Seonghwa loves you nd you love him, arguments happen once in a while, I just know that you guys are made for each other,” he says and you nod, wiping your tears, bidding him goodbye as well as thanking him.

Once you enter your home, you feel like the place is colder, is it because of the feeling of dread you have for when Seonghwa will return home or just because of the weather? Either way, you decide to wash up and immediately head to bed.

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Its currently a little past 1 in the morning and it seems like you have cried yourself to sleep, but your ringtone wakes you up, you decide to bot pick up seeing that it was Hwa, but when he keeps on calling you finally pick up.

You don’t say anything, but you can clearly hear Seonghwa sniffing on the other side of the phone, “Y/N... Please, let me in, I’m so sorry, please, ” his pleads are pathetic and Seonghwa knows it.

You hang up without saying a word but you do get up to open the door, after mentally preparing yourself to face him of course

When you open the door, you see Seonghwa, possibly in the most hopeful yet miserable state you’ve seen. He looks stoked to see you, he starts crying, and you are about to start crying too.

He lets himself in, locking the door behind him, “Hwa-” before you can say more, Seonghwa’s soft lips are pressed against yours harshly, you both need this.

He effortlessly hoists you up so that your legs are wrapped around his hips, he doesn’t stop kissing you, instead he makes the kiss deeper, more intimate but you don’t complain.

He somehow managed to stumble into the bedroom and he gently lays you down on the bed, he pulls himself away and you almost whimper, “I’m sorry baby, are you okay with this?” he asks, his voice is full of hurt and regret, you can feel it, because that is also the same case for you when you speak out.

You cannot exaggerate how good he looks right now, his soft skin illuminated by the moonlight and his eyes that are glistening as they look up at yours.

“Hwa don’t stop, please,” you plead and he nods diving back in the kiss, his hands are all over your body now, your body is burning up, he feels so fucking good against you.

His lips leave yours but they start trailing down your neck, sucking and nibbling it, “Is this okay?” he asks for your assurance when his fingers are pulling at the waistband of your shorts, you nod, tugging at the hem of his shirt, Seonghwa nods as well, taking off his shirt in one swift movement and now you’re staring at him, observing his every next movements.

He slowly pulls your shorts down along with your underwear, your breath hitches when you feel his hot breath against your now wet core, “You don’t have to...” you say quietly but Seonghwa shakes his head in disagreement

“No baby, let me make it up to you, please?” he asks innocently, and who were you to say no to him, when you give him the green light he wastes no time in taking you in his mouth

He wets your already wet folds and starts flicking his tongue at your clit, “Fuck!” you groan, Seonghwa was always skilled with his tongue and that makes you feel intoxicated, he always looks so pretty between your legs.

Your fingers rake his hair, tugging his hair slightly to pull him closer, Seonghwa doesn’t complain, rather he loves it when yiu chase for your pleasure.

Your moans bounce off the walls of the bedroom as your boyfriend alternates between giving kitten licks to your cunt and flicking your clit with his tongue, Seonghwa softly moans when you tug his hair harsher, he was growing rock hard at this point.

He sucks at your clit making you gasp, “I’m so sorry baby, I love you I love you I love you,” he says between his sucks and licks, he continues repeating the words “I love you” and “I’m sorry” every now and then, and before you know it, tears are staring to fall again, this time not only because of hurt, but also because of pleasure.

He fucks his tongue into your wet hole while his nose brushes against your clit and Seonghwa feels contented when he hears your moans getting louder, but he wants to hear more from you.

So he wets his fingers in his mouth, fucking two digits into you, you moan out loudly when he starts curling them, the pleasure was starting to get really intense.

“That’s it baby, take it all for me, just want you to feel good,” he says and resumes on fucking you with his fingers and sucking your clit, “Hwa, I think- I’m going to cum soon-” you inform him and he hums, fucking his fingers into you even faster.

Curses leave your mouth as you buck your hips while the pleasure Seonghwa was delivering to you remained constant; you feel your climax arriving dangerously close and before you could warn him, you had came all over your boyfriend’s face.

You gasp at the sight of seonghwa’s face smeared with arousal, feeling more aroused when he licks it all up, “Fuck baby that was so hot,” he chuckles, he gets up to take off his clothes that were still on and crawling back up to the bed, staring right at you.

He gently cups your face, it feels nice and warm, “I feel so fucking stupid baby, will you forgive me?” he asks and you stare at him for a little longer before you hum, he’s still hesitant so you decide to speak up, “Hwa, I just want you to fuck the pain away,” you tell him and it causes his cock to twitch.

“Shit baby, you have no idea what you do to me,” he growls and Seonghwa, being the best boyfriend he (almost) always is obliges, he quickly grabs a condom from your nightstand and rolling it down along his erect length, he then aligns his dick to your hole after wetting it with your arousal.

He easily slides himself in, and you both moan in unison, you frantically reach out your arms to pull him closer, noticing this, Seonghwa starts kissing you again, and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him even closer.

He starts to slowly rock his hips towards yours, fucking in and out of you deliciously, “Yes, right there Hwa,” you moan when his length hits just the right spot, Seonghwa hums and continuously abuses that spot.

He swallows your moans as your tongues danced together, his hands are back to cupping your face and right now, you feel so loved, Seonghwa was making love to you.

“You feel so tight,” he groans, fucking even deeper into you, his lips are now against your neck again, this time peppering it softly, while you moan out without a single care, all your frustration leaving as pleasure arrives.

Your second climax is arriving and you need more, “Hwa, please- harder,” you ask, Seonghwa responds obediently to your request, he was now slamming his length into you at a fast pace, to which he loudly curses.

You reach your hands down to your clit, gently rubbing then, Seonghwa smirks amused, “That’s it baby, rub that clit while I fuck you so good,” he pants and you nod frantically.

When Seonghwa notices that your moans are getting more choked and louder he speaks up again, “You’re gonna cum for me again my love?” You nod and his groans follows your response, “Me too love- fuck- let’s cum together.”

You cannot form words, or at least coherent ones, you just take the pleasure you’re receiving, you can also tell that Seonghwa is close to the edge when you feel him twitch inside of you.

He places his hands at your hips tightly and pulls your hips and fucking into you, your choked out moans, the sound of skin on skin and his pants are the only thing you can now hear.

“Shit I’m cumming” he says and you do too as he continues to fuck into you while he empties his load in the rubber, once you both reach your climax, he rests his forehead against yours, you’re both breathing heavily at this point.

He lays himself next to you, softly kissing you, he brushes a portion of your hair behind your ear and sighs, “Y/N, I’m so sorry, I promise to never do or say those things again,” he apologizes again for you don’t even remember how many times but could feel how genuine Seonghwa was being.

You smile softly at him, which further reassured him that you have indeed forgiven him, “It’s okay Hwa,” you snuggle onto him, “Arguments can break out often, we can only do so much as grow from them,” you tell him.

Seonghwa cannot describe how happy he feels as well as how proud, he does realize now that you are a grown up who is capable of handling themselves and that he had been pampering and babying you too much.

“I love you so much,” he says pulling you in tighter against his chest, “I love you too,” you reply with a faint smile.

Wooyoung was right, you would’ve come up with a solution one way or the other, as weird as this may be, you managed to work things out.

You were made for each other.

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holybibly · 30 days ago

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Bunny Mingi😖 I might actually be squirming- Something about him reminds me a great deal about bunny Hwa and gosh.. I love dominant, fluffy demi-humans. Even if that's not the exact case with this interpretation of Mingz the thought is sending me down a spiral Mommy( ´-｀)

Everything you write for Mingi always gets me so squirmy and needy.. Can you imagine you're favorite writer, mention your favorite concept, starring your favorite idol?? I might actually drool!-

I think the worst part is, I like to imagine that you find it amusing to watch all your bunnies squirm all from a few words. I've never found the idea of someone finding pleasure in my dis-pleasure arousing until I stumbled upon your work and now you're the only person that makes it make sense. Just thinking about the soft smile that might adorn your lips reading about how your little fluffle squirms and whines over the things you write makes me even more squirmy and whiny..

Moral of the story! I love bunny Minnie (ヽ´ω`)

Oh baby, if you want to know how much I enjoy pushing your buttons and making you whine and squirm, you can find out from @softwsan Baby Bunny knows first hand what I can be like when I'm in the mood to play.

Oh, I have so many different versions of Hwa Bunny, and there are many more if you are interested, sweetie.

But I have been thinking about writing something in this style for a long time, especially considering that all the boys have been playing with the pet play theme very actively lately. Seriously, San and Woo are literally cats in human form, can you judge me?

But Mingi, oh, he is one of my favourite boys and I know exactly how to handle him to make you squeal like little bunnies in heat and rub your cute princess parts on every available surface.

I am thinking of expanding this idea into something full-length and even hotter, maybe even adding NSFW links. If you like, bunnies, I can play with the visuals too.

Lately I have also been getting into the idea of lace lingerie and all that. God, it's just so attractive when your impossibly handsome and sexy boyfriend dresses you up in lace and luxurious sets and then fucks you like an animal, clearly showing who's in charge.

But first you can play with them to your heart's content. It's all about sharing the pleasure. But now back to Mingi, I hope you're really looking forward to my new full-length for Yunho and Mingi because, as I said, it's going to be a hell of a ride. I guarantee it.

#sugar and sin #bunny questions

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lilgaeguli · 4 days ago

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[ pairing ] seonghwa!top × yeosang!sub

[ sinopsis ] a simple wedding ring wouldn't be enough to stop Seonghwa from forgetting Yeosang

[ wc ] 3,4k

[ genre ] ancient boys love / no plot just pure smut

[ warning ] degradation, humiliation, kinda of bondage, manhandling, edging, a bit of oral (?), rough sex, subspace, seonghwa is a mean dom, yeosang a being a bit bratty, dacryphilia, and I may have forgotten something

[ song reccomendation ] streets — Doja Cat & eyes don't lie — Isabel LaRosa

[ n/a ] It's an old and rewritten work. It's inspired by Painter of the Night. I apologize if something sounded heavy/too mean

[ ! ] everything written here is merely fictional and does not represent the artists mentioned.

Sinuous curves were being projected on the wall, the shadow dancing slowly, grabbing the full attention of its sole spectator who was blowing opium smoke. It was pure pleasure for young Master Kang, to have his Lord's eyes glazed over him, always escaping an amused chuckle. He couldn't ask for more.

一 You look happy tonight, could I know why? — Seonghwa asked, putting his smoke aside.

Kang continued with his smooth and confident movements, he had so much to say, but he didn't need to use words, he knew Seonghwa would understand him. He had been losing nights accompanied only by his thoughts, as if in a breath he would burst into tears, but when he was there, just in silence next to Park, he felt his fear go away, it was bittersweet and dangerous, having his heart in his hands, risking himself for him, but he couldn't ignore the frequency he thought about them.

The atmosphere was so calm, the sound of running water accompanied by the slow sound of a stringed instrument filled his ears, each note seemed to be directed at Yeosang's elegant dance. The fabric of his loose robes dragged slightly on the floor, making him seem to float slowly between silent barefoot steps.

一 Have you noticed how every night we are together you ask me the same thing, and I always give the same answer, my lord? 一 The younger asked, shivering as he felt the other's thin fingers caressing his exposed shoulders 一 You know how I like your presence and everything that surrounds us, because that way I forget what is out there.

No matter how many times he heard that, for Seonghwa it always had different tones, not only that, until now he had not found an answer to such a simple phrase, but impulsive actions.

一 I don't want anything to change, but it doesn't just depend on me. All I have left is to wait for you 一 Park's soft speech became heavy and that was what Kang wanted least, after all, they had some time to enjoy before... well.

He turned to Hwa, taking a breath holding his clothes, his slightly melancholic expression turned into a sarcastic smile, never showing what was inside him.

一 Let's forget about it, our minds are full, I don't want to overflow with confusion, besides...

Park's speech was interrupted by a heated kiss, that conversation shouldn't go on, all of this had already been discussed, every word spoken by Seonghwa had already been absorbed by Yeosang, it was better to ignore it than to let more intrigue bubble between the two, what his words didn't clarify, their bodies expressed. Whenever their lips met, they could feel an enormous heat inside them, that didn't need to be repressed and couldn't be. That act without any harmony was slowly becoming more synchronised, Park sucked his thin lips, smiling every time he pulled back and the younger man sought his mouth again. Their bodies collided more abruptly, his large hands encircled Yeosang's neck, who grunted with each bite he received. He trembled when felt the icy fingers enter his clothes and reach his nipples, which were hard due to the excitement and the cold weather.

He loved how his senses were put to play. Park slowly lowered his kisses, he could feel his uneven breathing, grabbed his shoulder tightly after feeling the other's tongue in his ear, making him shiver. Exploring the body and limits of the little boy was complete fun for Seonghwa, his hands snaked around his waist and hips, reaching his round ass and squeezing it. Yeoseong, who had been acting very well until then, rubbed his knee between the older man's legs, feeling how hard he was.

— See how we managed to understand each other? I'd rather you punish me for not obeying you than when we disagree — Yeosang teased, reaching for Park's ear — The first option is always done with purpose.

Seonghwa laughed breathlessly against the other's skin, remembering all the times he had Kang on his knees in front of him, begging for his kindness after their games.

— You're right. So, that we have some things to resolve — The harsh tone made it clear how spiteful Park was, or how he would never let an opportunity to take advantage of Kang's fragile body pass by.

— Do it, my lord.

He grabbed the younger man's full thighs, having him on his lap, and pushed him to a not very high piece of furniture. Yeo didn't miss the opportunity to rub himself on his member, impatience was consuming him, and Seonghwa knew it. He positioned Yeosang sitting on the wooden piece of furniture, undoing the ties of his hanbok¹, gradually getting rid of the pieces of refined fabric. Park knelt down, the perfect height to begin his torture, the little boy's messy face and shaking hands were a perfect sight, anxiety was overwhelming him.

Park was never one for mercy, he would certainly take advantage of this night to expose how he felt about Yeosang's decisions, ignoring his own actions. The little boy brought one of his hands to his forgotten member in the hope that Park wouldn't see, to no avail, the immediate slap he received on his hand made him even more needy.

— Take your time, Yeosang. I'll do whatever you want, after I get my share — he said, placing his hands on his thin waist — I put up with you acting like a bratty child, always giving you everything you wanted, that must be why you took this attitude towards me.

Their voices stopped for a moment, letting the distant sound of Kayagum² predominate. Yeosang's heartbeat was so fast that he thought it could be heard from any distance, he grumbled irritably when he felt his belly tighten.

Seonghwa carelessly removed the cotton baji³, seeing the cock shining due to pre-cum, he ran his tongue over the boy's entrance and perineum, reaching the length of his member. Slow and steady movements in the moist slit made Yeosang shudder in embarrassment, it made it seem like they had never done anything like this before. Seonghwa's black feline eyes were devoted to the little boy's reactions, watching his limits, after all, he didn't want to end here. In a spasm, Kang mentioned closing his legs, Park stopped him by moving them further apart, having the inexplicable vision of the boy with red cheeks, messy and open for him, and only for him. When his member was grabbed fiercely he sucked in air between his teeth anxiously, he wanted so much to have Hwa fill him completely, to experience his heat, wanting to prolong that for hours, but he would have to be obedient and wait, but seonghwa couldn't make this easy,

— Lord! Please...

Park didn't care about the protest, he just snapped up his member, letting some of his own saliva drip onto his hands. Kang bit his own index finger to censor his own soft moans, but every now and then he let one out, pleasing Seonghwa's attentive ears. He was so close, so close to giving heaven to his little boy, but he wanted to take it in another direction, even though he really wanted to see Yeosang's tired expression of pleasure. He stood up, leaving the boy lost and deeply frustrated, stroking his own penis. Park composed himself, getting rid of his jacket, exposing his sweaty chest with delicate lines of definition, however, what caught Yeosang's attention the most was what Seonghwa picked up. A thin piece of bamboo. The older man approached, inserting his fingertips into the hairs on the back of the boy's neck, bringing his face closer, mentioning kissing him, but then he stepped back. He pulled the satin ribbon that held the dark brown strands together, moving away again.

— Think it'll be worth it — he whispered, giving Yeosang a simple kiss on his forehead, trying to reassure him of what was to come.

With the blue ribbon, he tied a tight knot around the boy's cock, giving it a delaying effect. The feeling wasn't bad, quite the opposite, but it didn't negate how much he wanted to cum.

— Young Master Kang, you're so perfect... — He smoothed his white thighs with the bamboo, controlling his own erection.

— Do what you want so much, you don't have to worry about me — he hurried, smiling with difficulty. Those words sounded melodious, however, Seonghwa knew that Yeosang preferred to satisfy him than to care for his own safety. It was a problem many times.

Hwa let out air from his nostrils, preventing his body from taking control instead of his mind. The sound of the rod echoing four times against the milky skin, immediately taking on a reddish colour. Yeosang flinched at the sudden action, his skin burning and then received an immeasurable feeling of relaxation, it was so good. Three more times he felt the rod hit his skin, marking both thighs, this time making him complain with sealed lips. He immediately brought his hands to the marked area to relieve the pain when he was stopped. Park grabbed his hair, pulling him away as if pulling his reins.

— Don't touch unless I allow it, don't you understand? Stupid — Poor Yeosang, hard, angry and immobile — Just hold on a little longer.

Kang nodded silently as a single tear ran down his cheek. Hwa took a strange deep breath, as if he were actually letting go of something that weighed heavily on him, but rationally he took care of the little boy. Without saying a word, he stared at the white thighs that contrasted with crimson marks before damaging them even more with the bamboo. The boy burst into a soft cry as the cum ran down between his thighs, dirtying the furniture he was sitting on. Seonghwa smiled proudly, delighting in Kang's confused expression.

— My angel, it's over — he wrapped his arms around his tired body, caressing the entire length of his back — How do you feel?

The young master's sobs were so cute, he mumbled disjointed things, wiping his tears clumsily.

– Take it off me, my lord. I need you now — He begged, grabbing the older man's torso, digging his short nails into his back.

Those words made a dense fog blind Seonghwa, his little boy begging for him, so vulnerable. However, he wouldn't give in so easily, he knew he could endure much more, and he would put that to the test. He slowly denied it, moistening his lips. He held yeosang's member that slid easily into his hand, massaging the glans with his thumb, noticing his restlessness. Excited after feeling pain, Kang Yeosang was so dirty.

The little boy wanted to scream, that insignificant ribbon became a great nuisance, but any protest was repressed with a strong grip on the sensitive member. Park sped up his movements even more, and with his free hand he snaked his bare chest, causing a damn chill in Kang's stomach, and in a few seconds the warm liquid ran between his fingers, earning an embarrassed look. There was no way to wait any longer.

Urgently, he hugged the defeated body, pressing it closer to his own. He didn't complain about the strong scratches he received, the aspiring masochist was grateful. He leaned Yeosang's body, resting one hand on the wall behind him. He could no longer ignore how much he also wanted to feel him, so warm and tight, so he did it without hesitation. He got rid of the remaining piece of clothing and invaded him, eliciting a muffled scream. He began light movements with his hips, trying not to hurt him.

— Lord Seonghwa, wait a second! — he sighed heavily, pushing him away in a failed attempt — I just came…

Once again he was ignored, he hid his own face in Park's shoulders as a certain desperation took over his mind. For Seonghwa, when their bodies connected, it was as if nothing else mattered other than their pleasure, each being the other's place of peace.

— I just want you to scream my name out loud, there's no one to hear us — He asked, nibbling on the other's earlobe, who agreed to the condition.

He gave just a few sharp thrusts, waiting for him to get used to it, and only then did he continue more arduously, going deeper. He panted loudly, wanting Kang more and more, his insides welcoming him so deliciously as that wet and obscene sound filled the room with the predominant heat.

— Lord... Lord Park — he called, changing the volume of his voice between slow moans — Seonghwa!

He shouted before giving a painful bite to the older man's shoulder, who stopped thrusting for a moment, leaning on the boy. For a second, Yeo thought he had lost control, he feared Park's reaction.

— I like it when you do that — He laughed contentedly, pulling out of him, leaving his little hole contracting around nothing.

He started kissing the Yeosang's jaw, slowly going down, chin, neck, collarbone to his nipples where he gave them shameless sucks. Yeosang felt so immersed, the tiredness became more exciting for both of them. His member returning to hardness needed attention, but he was so focused on Seonghwa's soft lips on his chest that he ignored the tension forming in his belly. Park followed with slower movements of his tongue while he also masturbated, testing his own patience. It was worth seeing Yeosang, irritated, finding his own way to "get his attention".

— Seonghwa, you're playing dirty! — he complained irritably, deciding that he would also irritate him, that he would make him wait.

Kang pushed his lord away with a weak hand, wanting to make him stop playing, however, he should know that he is not the one who makes the rules. Seonghwa grabbed his wrists and held them above his head. Kang's eyes widened in fright, receiving a disapproving look.

— I know I am, you prefer it this way, you don't have to deny it — he whispered between clenched teeth — taking the pain and displaying your grudge. So innocent.

Yeosang laughed knowingly, neither of them were pure.

— Innocence? It's just that you ripped it out of me — calmly, he stared deeply into the other's glassy black eyes — known as a demon, the one who commits sodomy even in broad daylight, never caring about who's around — he said those words without any regret.

— I know, you helped me spread those rumours, have you forgotten? — He smiled wickedly over his full lips, biting them and pulling them slowly.

He felt the pre-cum smear his fingers, unable to wait any longer, he wanted to sink into Yeosang. He attacked his lips again, leaving his own wet member rubbing against the little hole. Park wanted so much to enjoy that moment, among so many others, this one seemed more intense, more unreal for several reasons. Without hesitation, he entered Kang again, who was anxious for that, he needed to have his lord coming undone inside him.

— Yeosang... — the velvety voice was so exciting, so close to his ear amidst drawn-out moans.

His arms began to tingle, he tried to move them a little to relieve it but it was impossible. Seonghwa, noticing the discomfort, picked him up carefully. He laid his numb body on the mat, pushing away the strands of hair stuck to his forehead due to sweat. Kang amidst the pleasurable chaos that was happening caressed Seonghwa's face and started a deep kiss, pulling the loose strands of his messy bun and closing his eyes tightly again, numb, listening to the hoarse moans and feeling his thighs still pinching.

The thrusts became rougher, his peak was so close, he felt that euphoria take over him, he shivered, staring into the black eyes. Park grabbed the boy's left thigh, lifting it up. Yeosang's flexibility was so admirable. The grip was immediate due to the quick action, causing a little pain for both of them, but that doesn't mean it wasn't pleasurable. He held his cheeks cursing, that irritated expression on Park's face was so erotic to Yeosang.

— I'm going to end up hurting you, Yeosang — the name mentioned between the strong breaths made Kang freeze, that adrenaline was probing him.

He received only a muffled laugh in response, he thought he could make Park wait. He was so wrong. He held Kang's body, changing their positions, letting him on top, Yeosang didn't even have time to understand what had just happened. Slow movements with his hips delayed his orgasm, not just his, so if Kang wanted to cum too, he would have to work a little.

— Are you tired? Come on, we're almost there — He held the well-defined waist with both hands.

Yeosang felt like a complete fool, he hated how Park always got everything he wanted from him. He swallowed his own anger because, at the moment, all he cared about was getting some pleasure using the other's body. Leaning on his knees, which had been hurt from so many times, he slowly projected his body up and down, determined to make it pure entertainment for Seonghwa. He let the moans stuck in his throat come out, choking on his own breath. That position made his sweet spot be massacred in a dizzying way. He ran his hand over his own torso feeling his cold skin, playing with his own hard nipples, staring at him with teary eyes, caught up in the rhythm they were in, his hair messy, sweaty and inert.

— My lord... he moaned weakly — I'm going to cum — the hands that were previously surrounding his waist slid down to his hips, guiding his agile movements while the sound of their bodies colliding filled the closed room. Park's focused on the younger man's desperation, making him go harder and deeper. Yeosang let out a drawn-out moan as his cum splashed onto Seonghwa's abdomen, feeling his own inteiror being filled up, but he continued that repetitive action until his legs shook and couldn't support him. He weighed down on the older man's body, who caressed the back of his neck without saying a single word. They remembered that words were still needed to resolve the friction between them.

[...]

Wrapped in the warm water, Seonghwa hugged Yeosang tenderly, wanting to keep their bodies as close as possible. Yeosang could barely react, his swollen eyes closed and his breathing wheezing low. It was routine for him to fall asleep and Park would end up cleaning him. That was the only time he really wanted to talk, that constant agony stole his thoughts, always reminding him how unhappy he was. He didn't want to get married, especially to young master Kang's older sister, and he knew that he obviously wasn't happy about that either.

The noble lady who spent her days learning to play Kayagum was not made for him. The nobles could not ignore what Yeosang had between his legs and allow a marriage between them, even though it was clear how unhappy all parties in that love triangle were. He wanted to find a way, but he needed the support of the little one who weighed on his body, and to admit that to himself. He ran his wet hand over his thighs, still making careful signs. Yeosang reacted, not bothered, just purring. Seonghwa remained still until he felt the tips of the younger's fingers delicately playing with his strands.

— I've never seen you with your hair down — He mumbled, almost inaudibly, in a drunken voice. He remained silent until he felt comfortable. — My lord, whenever I think of you, my chest tightens, it gets stronger when I think of losing you. It hurts so much. Those words covered in agony were enough to convey exactly what Kang meant for Park. That also disturbed him. He adjusted his soft body over him, clearing his throat, trying to get rid of the knot that had just formed.

— I feel the same way. And if you really let me, I'd rather become the moon, and accompany you wherever you go — I have feelings for you, Kang Yeosang — He explained with a choked voice.

He felt stupid speaking after those words escaped his mouth, even more so because of the silence that hung before them. He didn't know how much that impacted the little boy who barely knew what love was. He shouldn't have heard that, it only weighed on his mind more. He couldn't bear to see Park with his sister, but the same goes for being away from him. Kang slowly managed to move away a little, staring at Seonghwa.

— My lord, I've made up my mind. I...

His statement was interrupted by the other's lips next to his. It seems they had reached a consensus. I cannot say how the story of these two lovers ended, but their love would last forever.

¹. Hanbok. Traditional Korean dress.

². Kayagum. Ancient Korean stringed instrument.

³. Baji. Type of traditional Korean pants that are part of the hanbok.

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brokenchainsforgedbonds · 10 months ago

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[lost characters as crane wives characters. lets go]

[jack shepherd - know how]

[fundamentally a song about anxiety and not being able to move on, feeling trapped and resistant to let things change even when it should be for the better. jack can't move on, it's a fundamental driver of the story, he always feels like he can't be done with anything.]

[kate austen - easier]

[ive talked about this before but. its literally her. girl who feels like she cant ever find peace staying in one place. girl who just wants to settle down but can never find a way to cure that aching in her chest to move.]

[john locke - new discovery]

[john felt like he was stuck, a sad old man with nothing to live for, just going through the motions without purpose. so, he searches for something to give him meaning, but even when he finds it in the island, he feels like he has to keep pushing and keep forcing on to preserve that sense of purpose, because he has to be moving towards something, or else it was all for nothing.]

[james "sawyer" ford - ancient history]

[okay i really love this one. ancient history's so james core its about a traumatic past that you can't help but let color your existence. like james, the singer feels defined by what's happened to them because of how much it still hurts them. he tries to move on, but he's trapped in cycles.]

[sayid jarrah - the wolf]

[well someone sure thinks they're a monster. the singer of the wolf sees themself as something dangerous and violent, something that will inevitably hurt the people they care about. both the singer & sayid feel like they're trapped in cycles that just hurt themself and others.]

[hugo "hurley" reyes - volta]

[very much a song about mental health. specifically it's about improving, finally deciding to do something about what you've been through. fundamentally volta's a song about hope & making a change for yourself in a way that's super reminiscent of hurley.]

[sun-hwa & jin-soo kwon - curses]

[okay yes i know all the rest of the characters got their own separate songs and all but 1. sun & jin's arcs are so heavily defined by each other in a way unique to them, and 2. curses is so incredibly them i dont want to pass it up. the two struggle to find the words for each other, to be open about what weighs on them and their secrets, to the point it nearly destroys their relationship. but, in the end, the two still stay together, they still try to improve their relationship.]

[charlie pace - the garden]

[the garden is in large part a song about catholic guilt. need i say more? it doesn't matter because i will. charlie feels incredibly guilty over his past and his actions, but struggles to respond to that guilt, instead stewing in self-hate and fear.]

[claire littleton - here i am]

[claire forever feels abandoned. in her flashbacks and by people on the island, she is always left behind by the people she cares about, until she feels like her loneliness is forcd to define her in season 6.]

[desmond hume - little soldiers]

[little soldiers is extremely despen coded. desmond insists that he cares about penny, but fears that after everything, he's hurt her too bad. and yet, him and penny still try, they still put in the work to improve and stay together.]

[aight thats all i can fit for now ill add a part two in a bit]

#lost #lost abc #the crane wives #jack shephard #kate austen #john locke #james sawyer ford #sayid jarrah #hugo reyes #sun-hwa kwon #jin-soo kwon #charlie pace #claire littleton #desmond hume

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atinytease08 · 1 year ago

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You're mine. [P.SH]

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SUMMERY - You and your boyfriend Seonghwa get caught in the rain on your way home from a party. Little did you know that he didn't enjoy seeing you act so close with his colleague San. At first he tries to hide his jealousy but as soon as he joins you in the shower, he can't hold back anymore.

GENRE - smut, dom!seonghwa, sub!fem!reader, established relashionship, jealousy

WARNINGS - jealousy, rough sex, shower sex, little bit of choking, degredation kink, teasing

NOTES - i do accept request, so don't be shy to send some! :D

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"Shit!", you huffed as you and your boyfriend ran to seek shelter.

The rain seemed to have washed away the fuzzyness you felt from all the alcohol you drank, leaving you with a clear head.

You and your boyfriend Seonghwa were completely drenched, when you arrived home. You were cold and shaking, although you wore a thick jacket over your skimpy black dress.

"The weather forecast didn't say anything about rain!", you complained and pouted while you took off your shoes and your jacket.

"Right.", Seonghwa replied.

You were confused. Normally, he wouldn't have responded so dryly which made you wonder if you had done something wrong. You shrugged it off and went inside your shared apartment.

"It's so cold! You can go shower first, Hwa.", you said and gave him a warm smile. His gaze softened a bit but was still stricter than usually.

"It's fine. You go first."

"Sure?"

"Yeah."

You just nodded quietly, grabbed some dry clothes and underwear and made your way to the bathroom.

You finally got rid of your wet sticky clothes and hung them up to dry. Then you turned on the water and let it rain down on you. It was so nice and warm compared to the weather outside, making you let out a loud sigh.

You just washed your hair, when you suddenly heard the bathroom door behind you open.

"Hwa?", you called out but didn't recieve an answer. Instead you could see his shilouette through the foggy glass.

You didn't think much of it, already used to him being in the bathroom while you shower, so you went back to washing your body.

Suddenly, you felt two cold big hands on your hips. Startled, you turned around, just to be only a few inches away from Seonghwa.

You looked right into his hungry eyes. At that point, you were sure you had done something to upset him.

"Seonghwa-", you started but he interrupted you by pressing you against the cold tiles on the wall. His rough touch made you let out a loud moan.

His face came closer, bringing his lips to your left ear. You could feel his hot breath on your skin.

"Did you want to make me jealous? Huh? Is that why you acted so close with San?", he growled.

Now everything made sense. You could already feel your core wettening at the thought of what he was going to do to you now.

"So what if?", you said teasingly.

A smirk appeared on his plump lips.

"I guess I'll have to show you who you belong to.", his face came even closer as he whispered:"You're all mine."

You gulped, before he crashed his lips onto yours. The kiss was passionate, you could feel his lust seeping through it.

"S-Seonghwa", you breathed onto his lips, right before he kissed you again. His hands went from your hips up your waist and placed themselves on your breasts. His fingers playfully rubbed and flicked your nipples, causing you to let out a soft moan.

Suddenly you could feel his knee slightly pressing against your throbbing core, making you gasp.

You could practically feel the smirk on his cushion-like lips, but as the brat you were, you didn't want to let this slide without resisting.

You broke the kiss and started working your way down, over his jawline to his neck. You knew he had a sesitive spot there and purposely licked and sucked it.

Now he was the one gasping. One of his hands tangled up in your hair and slightly pulled on it.

"Now you've done it, (Y/n).", he growled, "Ready to be fucked dumb?"

Your eyes widened, as he suddenly grabbed your shoulders and turned you around. Your face was pressed against the wall's cool tiles, your hot breath fogging them up a bit.

"S-Seonghwa-", you started whimpering. You could feel his leaking tip on you entrance.

"W-Wha-", but before you could finish what you were about to say, he rammed inside you, making you release a loud scream.

Soon the pain of him suddenly streching your walls out, turned into pure pleasure. Now even Seonghwa couldn't hold in his deep moans.

"A-Ahh, that's right...", he breathed, waiting a few seconds before pulling out of you just to ram into you again. He repeated his movements over and over again, slowly picking up the pace.

After a while you could feel the knot inside of you thighten, your high slowly reaching, but it seemed that Seonghwa had other plans for you.

He pulled out of you, but instead of filling you out again, he waited. The emptiness inside you and your walls clenching around nothing- You couldn't bear it.

"P-Please! Need you so badly-"

"Now, who do you belong to, huh?", he tugged your hair, making you gulp.

"Seonghwa, p-please-"

"First answer my question, slut. Or do you not want me to make you cum-"

"Yours! I-I'm yours and yours only! Please, Seonghwa!", you whimpered, your voice drenched in desperation.

"Such a good girl, begging for me~", he purred, "Now, I shall reward you, hm?"

You nodded furiously and buckled your hips towards him, as he entered you again.

Your face pressed against the wall, as you could feel your climax crashing down on you like a firework that had been released inside of you.

"S-Seonghwa~", you moaned as he kept going, chasing for his own high.

"You're so good for me, hm? My sweet princess~"

Seconds later you could feel him quickly pull out of you and shoot hot ropes of cum all over your back. His cum mixed with the water dripped off you as you recovered from the overstimulation.

You felt weak, your legs about to give in every second when two strong arms slung around your waist, giving you support.

"I'm yours Seonghwa, always!", you mumbled between your breaths, as you turned around and nuzzled into his chest.

"That's right...You're mine~"

#Spotify #seonghwa #ateez #ateez fanfic #fanfic #sub!reader #dom!idol

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mi-rae07 · 1 year ago

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Park Seonghwa : Memory (Part 2/4)

Pairing : Park Seonghwa (Ateez) and named character (Yoon Si-Yeol)

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3 YEARS AGO :

Siyeol : seonghwa? Are you okay, love?

Seonghwa : I'm fine, go away.

Siyeol : but you're sick, please open the door for me so I could check up on you?

Seonghwa : no.

Siyeol : seonghwa-ya, please. You can't push me away when you're having a fever-

Seonghwa : I said no, siyeol. You can't enter the room.

Siyeol : hwa-

Seonghwa : I can't let you catch a cold because of me, siyeol! Please just-

Seonghwa cut himself off with a hoarse cough as siyeol flinched at how sick he sounded. But even if he was this close to dying, he wouldn't let siyeol come close to him, saying she could catch the disease he was having. He'd rather just die, apparently.

Siyeol : please, hwa. It's okay for me to catch a small cold.

Seonghwa : no it's not. Just leave the medicines outside and I'll take it once you leave. Go.

Siyeol : but-

Seonghwa : I told you I won't let you catch a cold, siyeol. Please just leave.

He never left her any choice

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2 YEARS AGO :

Seonghwa : siyeol.

Siyeol : yeah?

Seonghwa : aren't you having breakfast?

Siyeol : I'm dieting right now.

Seonghwa : no.

Siyeol : no?

Seonghwa : no you're not dieting, it's not good for your body.

Siyeol : but-

Seonghwa : shut the fuck up, moon siyeol. You're the prettiest most charming lady I've ever met in my entire life, you do not need to fucking diet right now and destroy your health just to fit into some shit-ass standards. So come along with me and have your meal.

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Siyeol never knew the amount of times seonghwa had come back home to see her sleeping, carried her to their room and laid the blanket over her despite having a million bruises on his body. She never knew the amount of times seonghwa would stare at her sleeping face and whisper words of love, feeling tears slip down his eyes from how much he felt for this woman. She didn't know the amount of bullying and harassment seonghwa had to go through during his early years of being an engineer at the company. And neither did she know the amount of times he had pretended to be completely fine for her when he felt the most disgusting.

He lived for her, and maybe he always will.

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Present time :

Siyeol : this place is so beautiful, have I come here before?

Yeah, for all their anniversaries, seonghwa and siyeol had come here before together.

Seonghwa : yeah, you have.

Siyeol : with who?

Seonghwa looked at siyeol, the moonlight making her shine brighter and look so much more beautiful than the beach in front of them. They had been going around Seoul for an entire day, seonghwa showing siyeol around and explaining everything patiently. And she had listened, feeling a sense of Deja-vu every time she heard seonghwa talk about certain places. And this place was one of them.

Seonghwa : with…your friends?

Siyeol : friends from school?

Seonghwa : I suppose.

Siyeol nodded, knowing that was a lie. But she didn't bother asking, so she leaned back against her chair before saying

Siyeol : seonghwa.

Seonghwa : mm.

Siyeol : I don't know about the 2023 year old me, but the 2013 year old me used to like you, very much indeed.

Seonghwa froze, his heart stopping. Oh please no, he couldn’t handle any of that anymore.

Siyeol : didn't I ever confess to you? Did you reject me or something?

Seonghwa supposed it wouldn't hurt if he said one truth to her tonight.

Seonghwa : I wouldn’t dare reject someone like you, siyeol.

Siyeol : so then if I told you I loved you now, you wouldn't reject me?

Seonghwa flinched at her words, quickly shaking his head as he stood up.

Seonghwa : we mustn't do this.

Siyeol : wh-

Seonghwa : this is all I can show you for today, you have to go home now.

Siyeol : but-

Before she could say anything more seonghwa had already walked towards his car, turning it on and opening the door for siyeol to get in. and so she sighed, nodding as she complied to his wishes.

He left her no choice, after all.

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A week later :

Siyeol giggled as a butterfly landed right on her shoulder, trying to stay still in order to not scare it away. Seonghwa stood a few meters away from siyeol, watching her with intent eyes while still trying not to intrude her personal space. This had been one of siyeol's most favorites places to visit with seonghwa before the accident happened, a butterfly garden. And he brought her here for today, hoping it would bring her some sort of happiness.

And it did, because now siyeol looked like she was on top of the world. And god, did it make his heart flutter.

Siyeol : are you going to stand there forever like some statue?

Seonghwa : what else do you want me to do then?

Siyeol : take pictures of me.

Seonghwa frowned as siyeol handed her phone over to seonghwa, posing in front of a large tree as she smiled for the photo. Seonghwa stared at her in awe, still not being able to process how someone could look so enchanting.

Siyeol : yah! Are you going to take my photo or not?

Seonghwa nodded, coming back to his senses as he focused the camera properly on siyeol. When he was finally done taking the picture, he handed the phone back to siyeol. She smiled, looking through the pictures as she said

Siyeol : you make a pretty fine photographer, mr park.

Seonghwa : mm.

Siyeol sighed, looking up at seonghwa as she said

Siyeol : do you seriously make no witty comments?

Seonghwa : was I supposed to make one right now?

Siyeol shook her head in disappointment before walking forward towards other enclosures.

Siyeol : I want you to make a promise for me.

Seonghwa : what is it?

Siyeol : every Sunday, for 4 months, I want you to take me out like this.

Seonghwa : you want someone as boring as me to take you around the city for four whole months?

Siyeol : yes I do, I'm very different like that.

Seonghwa : your brother is not going to like this.

Siyeol : he's my brother, he'll understand if I tell him.

Seonghwa : you're going to get tired of me-

Siyeol : seonghwa-ya.

Seonghwa paused, looking down at siyeol as she stepped closer to seonghwa and said

Siyeol : I want an answer, not excuses. Yes, or no, seonghwa?

Seonghwa stared at siyeol, contemplating. What the hell was he supposed to do now? He could never deny siyeol of anything, but at the same time if the both of them kept doing this, wouldn't it only bring them both closer? That was the last thing seonghwa wanted, he did not want to put siyeol through the torture of loving him again. She said it herself once, that he was torture, and a curse. But-

Seonghwa's thoughts were cut off as a butterfly landed right on the tip of his nose, making his eyes widen. Siyeol giggled at that, quickly stepping back before clicking a picture. The butterfly flew away at the sound of the click, making seonghwa frown as he asked

Seonghwa : was that really necessary?

Siyeol : you looked pretty.

Seonghwa bit his lips, looking away as he felt a small blush creep up to his cheeks.

Siyeol : you know what, I'm not giving you an option anymore. You're coming along with me every Sunday for 4 months.

Siyeol stepped forward and booped seonghwa's nose before whispering cheekily

Siyeol : I leave you no choice, mr park.

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2 months later :

Seonghwa : I can't come with you today.

Siyeol : but why! It's a Sunday, it's the day of the week you're supposed to show me around. Don't you remember your promise?

Seonghwa : I do, but I just can't today. Some work came up.

Siyeol : hwa, really?

Seonghwa : I'm sorry. I'll come next Sunday, bye.

Before siyeol could say anything more seonghwa cut the call, instantly wiping his runny nose and sniffing hard. He was having a terrible fever, so there was no way he could even walk to his living room properly anymore, let alone walk around the entirety of Seoul with siyeol by his side.

Seonghwa laid back against his bed with a cough, feeling his entire body ache. He needed medicine and food but he couldn't get himself from bed. Well then, let him just die like this. Who the hell cares anyway.

Seonghwa had almost gotten himself to sleep an hour later when he heard footsteps approaching his bedroom, making his eyes shoot open. He lived alone, and there was no way anyone could guess his passcode. And if it was an intruder, seonghwa didn't have much in him to fight the person either.

Seonghwa looked towards the door as it opened, revealing…siyeol…?

Siyeol : I mean, I have many questions, because why the fuck is your passcode my birthday and why did I even try that combination on?

Seonghwa sat up on his bed shakily, shock still evident on his face.

Seonghwa : no. no no why are you here. I told you-

Siyeol : that you had work. But when did work ever mean being sick to the point you cannot even sit up properly, seonghwa?

Seonghwa : you have to go.

Siyeol : well, I'm sorry. Because I am not leaving. Where is your medicine cabinet again?

Seonghwa : siyeol, leave. I'm having a fever and it's contagious.

Siyeol : my point. So you need to have medicines and have someone take care of you as well.

Seonghwa : si-

Seonghwa cut himself off with a cough, recoiling back at the pain he felt from so much as coughing. God, he was so fucking sick. Siyeol shook her head and walked forward, sitting down on the bed next to seonghwa. He flinched and tried moving aside, the close proximity not helping him at all.

Seonghwa : please don't touch me.

Siyeol wasn't going to listen. She brought her hand forward, wanting to check his temperature. But seonghwa only moved further back from that move of hers, shaking his head desperately.

Seonghwa : please, I can’t…I don’t want you to be here.

Siyeol moved back from seonghwa, not understanding why he was being like this.

Siyeol : why are you always so scared of me, seonghwa. What have I done to you for you to be like this to me. Is it because I lost my memories, that I don't remember anything?

Seonghwa pressed his lips together, clutching the blanket tighter in his hands as he whispered

Seonghwa : it's not your fault.

Siyeol : then whose is it, tell me?

Seonghwa : I just don't want you to get sick.

Siyeol : seonghwa-ya, I don't care about any of that if it means you get better. Look at me, no?

Seonghwa shook his head, not wanting to look at siyeol. He couldn't trust himself when he was weak like this.

Siyeol : seonghwa, please. Don't be like this, I hate seeing you sick.

Seonghwa : I shouldn't matter to you.

Siyeol : except you do. And I can't help that, hwa.

Seonghwa looked at siyeol, suddenly forgetting all about his sickness. Siyeol slowly brought her hand forward, making seonghwa flinch back slightly. But she didn't stop even then, bringing her hand closer to seonghwa. And he finally let her touch his cheek, siyeol running her thumb along his feverishly hot cheek as she whispered

Siyeol : see, that didn't hurt, did it?

The siyeol before the accident had never done this to seonghwa, he hadn't let her. But this siyeol seemed more determined, and seonghwa less careful. It was as if he were letting her do anything to him and he didn't know why he couldn't stop her anymore.

Seonghwa : siyeol I-

Siyeol : no shh, lay back down and rest while I bring you food and medicine, hmm?

Seonghwa sighed, lying back against his bed as he decided there was no use in trying to argue with siyeol. If there was one similarity between the siyeol now and the siyeol then, it was that they were both stubborn as hell.

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Siyeol : how long have you been sick for?

Seonghwa gulped down the soup siyeol was feeding him with another cringe before saying

Seonghwa : yesterday night.

Siyeol : did you get it from someone?

Seonghwa : probably.

Siyeol : you should be more careful, hwa.

He could never get used to her calling him that. And the new siyeol had managed to come up with the same nickname the old siyeol used to call seonghwa.

Seonghwa : so should you. Being in close proximity with someone sick like me isn't going to do anything good for you.

Siyeol : I'll manage, in that case.

Seonghwa sighed, taking another sip of the soup. God he hated soups.

Siyeol : seonghwa, do you not have anyone you love?

Yes.

Seonghwa : no.

Siyeol : even after all these years you don’t have a girlfriend? I don't think it'd be hard for ladies to date someone like you though?

Seonghwa : fortunately for me not all ladies share your same thoughts.

Siyeol smiled, keeping the finished bowl of soup away as she said

Siyeol : finally a non-serious comment.

Seonghwa : I was being very serious there.

Siyeol : really? Then let me be serious too. I wanna tell you I love you, but I don't really know how, or why.

Seonghwa flinched at her words, his eyes widening.

Siyeol : no because I've been with you for what, 7-8 dates? Which is…very less for someone sane to fall in love with a man but here I am, wanting to know how it would feel like to be loved by you. Thing is, seonghwa, even before we went on those dates I…I still felt something for you. Remember that time when sihyun was asking you to leave the hospital room and you were crying to see me and I let you through? I felt something for you then, seonghwa. But that is impossible if you and I were nothing before I lost my memories. Which is why I asked you, whether we were something because sihyun refused to tell me the truth.

Seonghwa looked away, finally understanding the whole situation. Siyeol had lost her memories during the car accident, but she never lost her feelings or her emotions. Those were still in there, and it sparked when she saw the person responsible for it. But she just couldn't understand why she felt all those things, and seonghwa could only imagine how frustrating that might be for someone.

Siyeol : I'm fucking clueless, seonghwa. I have no idea what I feel or how I'm feeling those things but I do. And I…I don't care anymore because I want you. I do not know, or care, about what we were before my accident but I wanna be together with you again. Can’t we at least…try? No?

Seonghwa : siyeol, I'm not a good person. I've never been a good person-

Siyeol : I couldn't care less. I do not care, hwa. I still want you.

Seonghwa : no.

Siyeol : no?

Seonghwa : no, siyeol. We cannot…we cannot be together.

Seonghwa had made the mistake of saying yes once, he wasn't going to do that again no matter how sick or weak he was.

Siyeol : okay. Okay, alright fine.

Seonghwa stared at siyeol, expecting her to get up and leave. But when siyeol lifted the blanket and laid it over seonghwa, his face contorted into a frown.

Seonghwa : siyeol?

Siyeol : yeah?

Seonghwa : what are you doing?

Siyeol : don't you wanna sleep? I think you should rest, although it's only late afternoon-

Seonghwa : no you're staying? After what I just said?

Siyeol : you have your own right to reject my love, so I understand. Plus you're sick, I'm not going to just leave you like that.

Seonghwa stared at siyeol, making her smile as she tapped his cheeks

Siyeol : I'm fine with also just being your friend, seonghwa. As long as I get to see this pretty face of yours.

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local-writer · 15 days ago

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I kind of feel like Bam might end up with Hwa Ryun. I say this because SIU said that she was the most beautiful woman in season 1, and that this is foreshadowing something, although he didn't say what. And the only thing I can really gather from that, is that she's gonna be Bam's pick. (Although I really liked the idea of Hwa Ryun being Aro/Ace 😭) I mean, what else could Hwa Ryun being the most beautiful woman possibly foreshadow? Maybe there's something I'm not getting idk.

And when you read the Wiki (Bam's anyways, in the relationship section) it says that in the Korean version, she calls him "my god", but not in a way of devotion, but more like a pet name (if anyone speaks Korean, please let me know if this is true or not, I don't believe everything I read on the Wiki lmao). I know this doesn't mean much, it may mean she simply views Bam as a tool to achieve her own goals, but it could also imply something else. Remember, Bam has a haram, so I wouldn't be surprised if Hwa Ryun is in love with him too lmao.

I don't really ship them, and this isn't what this post is about. I'm only theorizing from the bit of info that I've come across so far. People on reddit have also discussed it, and some think it would make sense, seeing as how she's helped Bam emotionally develop. Now I can't remember which episodes could have Hwa Ryun helping Bam mature emotionally unfortunately, so I can't pinpoint which episode, but if anyone else has an idea, then let me know because I'm curious but don't feel like digging for the exact episodes right now lol.

#tower of god #tog

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hongthoven · 9 months ago

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hiii i saw your requests are open and omfg- off topic but youre so pretty😞🫵 hongjoong would deffo be proud of himself for having you as his stan. NO JOKE.

Ahh also I've read almost every work youve done and your writing style, everything just- HOW YOU WRITE IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING, I could go on reading everything written from you for hours!

Anywayy- again, I saw your requests are open and ahaha since Im not a writer, and I admire you like A LOT i really wanna share one of my scenarios these days and mayyybeee you could writeeee abouuuuttt itttt hehe (ofc if you want --I wont be mad if you never make it lol ill continue support your work!)

So- IM SO WHIPPED FOR SEONGHWA. Been loving my man for years now lmfao so you already know whos this aboutt~, anyway hehe, i was thinking maybe writing 9th member fem!reader ! Ateez (and reader included ofc ofc) are going on vacation in a really nice hotel, with beach outside, everything's perfect for the members to relax a bit from their busy schedule! Reader is also kind of bf and gfs with seonghwa? I mean everyone in the industry AND out of the industry ships them, call them power dynamic and stuff and, even before that, reader and hwa always had that tense. Yk, reader is prettt close with all of her members, they feel like big brothers to her but fucking Park Seonghwa is driving her AND HIM insane since training day. Reader though, is mostly closer with Mingi if not Seonghwa and they are so so touchy with each other, flirting but for fun and nuh uh girl Seonghwa is POSSESSED. Hes so jealous and he doesnt even hide it. Doesnt even try to hide it. He doesnt have a problem with Mingi but when he sees his hands all over you gosh he really wants to make him watch you getting railed by him.

+ its beach day and ateez decide to play shoulder fights? Chicken fight? Lol idk how to say it and Reader get paired with Mingi which causes Seonghwa watching her thighs all over Mingis face. Ahhh- JEALOUS MUCH. Let me add also that of course Seonghwa and reader share the same room so in their way back from the beach it was so tense. Lol- kind of vers2 from your hongjoong jealous bf fanfic. (I RLY LOVED IT BTW🥲)

Im so so sorry if I didn't give you my exact thoughts but- i trust you enough to make it your own~ adding your little details and everything. Youre so talented I dont think you need my details- I think i gave out the main parts!

Thank you so much for your time and I hope you have, will have and had a nice day<33 im so excited for your new works!

(English is not my first language btw so excuse me if something did not make sense)

(actual representation of me reading the beginning of that message-- please??? what if I'm kicking my feet in the air and squealing right now? that was adorable! thank you so much ♥ I'm nowhere near beautiful, what you see is the disgusting reflection of my neverending love for Kim Hongjoong, nothing moooore...!)

I'm so sorry it took me AGES to get this request done but it is finally posted ♥ here ♥ !

I hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for requesting and for your lovely words! ♥

#anon♥#request #seonghwa request #ateez request #ateez smut

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ad0rechuu · 1 year ago

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★ MILKY WAY. ━━ (000) ASK THEM ANYTHING part 2

💌 ZERO SAYS. wow it’s over! it feels bittersweet and emotional! i can’t believe it to be honest, it doesn’t feel real yet but i am very grateful for everything and also for the questions! i deleted the asks bcs i’ll answer it here but i got nearly teary eyed reading trough them again! i wanna be sappy and continue talking but ill keep it to myself for now because i think i should say everything in the afterword <3 i love you and i hope you’ll enjoy the last (special) chapter of mw! you can find part 1 here

❪ # i ❫ : What inspired your solo "Milky Way"? ━━ to yn

from @meginthebuilding27

YN : i was watching a drama when i wrote the music but the lyrics wouldn’t come to me, that was until i started writing with hwa, san and mingi, afterwards it was easy and i just wrote how they made me feel

❪ # ii ❫ : Did you ever think about the fact that she would find your fan accounts / So my question is would you all have ever told Yn about your fan accounts if sera never put two and two together? ━━ to psh, csn & smg

from @meginthebuilding27 & anon

SEONGHWA : I feel ashamed saying this but I don’t think I expected our relationship to ever progress to the point where telling her could be considered a possibility to be honest

SAN : I considered telling her when she found out about my crush but then I just couldn’t

MINGI : No it never even crossed my mind

❪ # iii ❫ : What did you feel when you finally released your first single? And how do you expect it to be perceived as from fans, what feelings should we get? ━━ to yn

from @jaehunnyy

YN : It was insane, I released it as a distraction for myself but instead it made me miss them more. As for the fans, it was a lot better perceived than I expected but I think everyone should make up their own meaning about it, it’s more fun that way. (However I wrote it with the intention of capturing the feeling of falling in love)

❪ # iv ❫ : What team are you guys on? Team Hwa, San, or Mingi? If possible please justify your answers ? ━━ to ateez (except psh, cs & smg)

from @seonghwaddict

HONGJOONG : Team Hwa! I hate to pick favorites but I was going to try to set Seonghwa up with Yn before I knew that she was his idol just because I think they would fit together like puzzle pieces

YUNHO : Team Mingi! Because he’d commit a war crime if I would say anything else

YEOSANG : Team Yuna! I like chaos and she can do so much better than these losers

WOOYOUNG : Team San! I trust Yn with san, San can’t be handled by just anyone you know, it takes a special kind of person

JONGHO : Team leave-Jongho-out-of-this.

❪ # v ❫ : I just wanna know their love languages! ━━ to yn, psh, csn & smg

from @tocupid

YN : I think my love language is words of affirmation! I like them all!

SEONGHWA : Definitely quality time, I think the ultimate type of love is the type where you can just be around your person doing whatever comfortably

SAN : Physical Touch!

MINGI : Korean!- Oh that type of language… hmm maybe gift giving, I’d love to spoil her

❪ # vi ❫ : What qualities of Yn made Seonghwa, San, and Mingi fall in love? (You don't have to go into major detail but I want to know about this from your perspective as the author) ━━ to psh, csn & smg (but answered by zero)

from @alixnsuperstxr

FOR SEONGHWA : I think Yns kindness and caring side made Seonghwa go from being a fan to being in love with Yn, the way she treats the people around her makes him want to take care of her in return. He tried really hard to separate the Yn he got to know as an idol and the Yn he got to know as a friend but he found that they were identical which made him want her even more

FOR SAN : For San it was Yns passion and love, this one is quite straightforward! San adored Yn the moment he saw her but what pushed him over the edge and made him fall in love was that she has so much love for everyone around her and craft

MINGI : Yns sense of identity and vulnerability, Mingi would always worry about the hate Yn received and get worked up about it (he still kinda does) but after seeing how she handles everything he was so impressed, the administration turned into love. She allows herself to feel hurt without changing herself because of what others think and he thinks she’s the coolest for it

❪ # vii ❫ : I know that in the group chat, each member has a different endgame and an idea of who Yn should pick, but why is that?? What makes them think they are suitable for Yn?? ━━ to ksg, fts, psj & syn

from @alixnsuperstxr

SEULGI : I chose Seonghwa because I know him the best out of the three, I’m not saying the others are not great but he’s just so sweet, I trust him to take care of my little sister well

FATOU : To be honest at first I chose Mingi just because he’s hot but then I noticed that she never has not a smile on her face when talking about him, which is sickeningly adorable

SWAN : *sigh* I’m guessing I can’t choose Park Taegyu huh? Just kidding! I choose whoever makes the Yn happiest

YUNA : Obviously I’m team YNNA first and foremost but I like how open san is about his feelings, something about him makes me think that Yn would always be his top priority

❪ # viii ❫ : How long has Sera had feelings for Yn?? ━━ to srw

from @alixnsuperstxr

SERA : I guess it started a while before I left, I’m not sure but I remember that it was very intense feeling that I haven’t felt since then

❪ # ix ❫ : if you could go back in time do you think you would change your mind about leaving (during trainee years)? If no, you would still leave, would you keep contact with yn this time? ━━ to srw

from @kodzumo

SERA : There is no point in crying over spilled milk but I do think the idol career was never meant for me, so yes I would leave but I’d keep contact with Yn and love her without being a coward… maybe in our next lives

❪ # x ❫ : What were you guy’s favorite songs off ‘Le Astre’? ━━ to psh, csn & smg

from @ kodzumo

SEONGHWA : I love the intro Body Language but I don’t think that counts so I choose Blue Flame

SAN : Loveade, no question!

MINGI : Other than the title track, I’d choose Deep!

❪ # xi ❫ : Has Lee Hyori answered any of your mail yet? ━━ to jwy

from @ kodzumo

WOOYOUNG : Sadly, no. However I’m now friends with Yn and Seulgi and Seulgi knows Boa who probably knows Lee Hyori so I’m staying hopeful!

seulgi’s note : Am I planning to give Wooyoung Boa’s number-?! Why in the world does he need her number?

❪ # xii ❫ : How is it seeing how far Yn has grown as a person from when you guys were younger? ━━ to khj

from @ kodzumo

HONGJOONG : It makes me super proud of her, I didn’t know she’d become an idol but I always knew she’d do great things- Don’t tell her I said that though

❪ # xiii ❫ : When are you free for a date (I’m literally spiderman pls)? ━━ to jyh

from @ kodzumo

YUNHO : I’m can plan something every day other than Monday’s, Thursday’s and Friday’s (because I work on those days), I love you so much Spiderman!

❪ # xiv ❫ : Have you shown yn your star wars lego collection yet (i also collect them hehe)? ━━ to psh

from @ kodzumo

SEONGHWA : We should be friends then! But I told her about it and she thought it was very cool, hopefully the next time I can show her them

❪ # xv ❫ : Not a question but I love you guys <3 ━━ to kys & cjh

from @ kodzumo

YEOSANG : You love m-me?

JONGHO : …Okay

author’s note : despite their answers both participants are blushing profusely

❪ # xvi ❫ : Also not a question but you guys are so cool I love you guys so much as well ━━ to star

from @ kodzumo

STAR : Thank you so much! We love you too of course!

yuna’s note : You love us more than them right??

swan’s note : Please feel free to ignore Yuna’s note

❪ # xvii ❫ : I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you and I hope you have the best day, mwah <3 ━━ to yn

from @ kodzumo

seulgi’s note : Yn is currently crying about how much she appreciates this message but I’m here to say that she is having a great day and she’s proud of you too

fatou’s note : She’s going on a date soon!

❪ # xviii ❫ : Now that we know that sera likes Yn, how do you feel? Also how does it feel to be part of this whole thing where MinSanHwa like Yn, Yn liked you, you like sera, and sera likes Yn????? ━━ to ptg

from anon

TAEGYU : Sera likes Yn? Her liking someone other than me hurts less than I expected… to be honest I kinda started to lose feelings after Sera started getting distant around the time Yn confessed. Anyway I’m not surprised she likes Yn, after all my dongsaeng is great! And the whole Yns crushes situation stressed me out a little, so the only thing I really have to say is that I’m glad it worked out but I wish that Yn and me were both less oblivious haha! I also don’t think they like me very much

❪ # xix ❫ : Did you guys have any hope that Yn was going to forgive you the moment your accounts were revealed to her? ━━ to psh, csn & smg

from @ jaehunnyy

SEONGHWA : I didn’t think about hoping in the slightest, when she said that she needed time I thought it was just a nice way of saying “I don’t want to see ever again’

SAN : I definitely hoped that she did, because she’s a really sweet person and I couldn’t imagine that she wouldn’t but I didn’t think she’d ever consider a relationship like this again

MINGI : I don’t know if I would be able to forgive me but I always wanted keep hope so I was torn the entire time

❪ # xx ❫ : When did you guys know that Yn was the one for you? ━━ to psh, csn & smg

from @ jaehunnyy

SEONGHWA : I started feeling something when she was so genuine to everyone in one of our first conversations (ch 013)

SAN : Oh my god it was when I met her in real life for the first time, I think I liked her before but this was different! (ch 025)

MINGI : I’m not sure, at first I just liked spending time with her and talking to her but then all of a sudden I couldn’t imagine a world without her anymore (ch ???)

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