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[chanyouchan]

⌕ terreno

⚠ em caso de inspiração, me credite.

📆 14/08/24 | ✎ @mnini (psd)

[kcake555]

Yanan cake 🍰

pentagon

[deadbeetleblog]

I'm going to do something unthinkable......*opens Wattpad*

[junovae]

BABEL Griffin Lovell x Reader Fanfic Planning ???

SPOILERS! Proceed with caution.

December 21, 2024

So, I just finished reading "Babel" by R. F. Kuang and let me just say... this book is my Roman empire. Actually, Griffin Lovell is my Roman empire. I know that this fandom is very niche and not a lot of work, in terms of writing at least, have been done on this so I was thinking of writing one up. I'm a fiend for historical romance, anyways omg. Here are my plans, muaha. Feel free to let me know if this sounds good!

Main premise/storyline Backstory, historical fanfiction with a focus on romance.

Description "There was history here, Robin saw. Something beyond belonging to the same cohort. Griffin and Sterling spoke with the intimacy of old friends caught in some complicated tangle of love and hatred to which he was not privy, something that had brewed over many years." - R. F. Kuang, Page 426

Years ago, before what feels like a time of great peace at Oxford, you join the highly-revered translators of Babel, where you are introduced to your older sister's cohort. But one fateful day, the world shifts when Griffin Harley stumbles into the secret world of the Hermes Society, forever altering the dynamic of the group.

Idea Points

Spoilers of course

Inspiration from Wicked when Glinda says "That is, our paths did cross. At school."

My take on the footnote on page 429 about the cohort pre-Hermes Society

Reader is Evie's younger sister (step-sister)

Love square LOL (or pentagon?)

To elaborate: Sterling likes you, Evie likes Sterling, you like Griffin, aaaand Anthony likes you but at a later time

You're the woman on page 67 when Robin first runs into you, Griffin, and the blonde-haired man

Will include life at the university before the Hermes Society is introduced into the picture

Will definitely include life after Hermes Society is introduced into the picture and the ever-so changed dynamic of the cohort then

Angst angst angst

Slow burn probably

Time to figure out how to tie this all in together

Note These are all just ideas! If I do end up writing this, it will probably take some time :)

[jinkoh]

now playing: dreamer boy - don't be a fool

wooseok x gn!reader

7th fic for my anniversary event | requested by @14-hibiscus

wc: 1.1k, idiots to lovers, friends to lovers, very much a summer fic and i know it's december but the song is giving summer so 🤷🏻‍♀️

a/n: haven't written for ptg in a while so this was nice 🥹 🫶🏻

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Wooseok is being a fool, he knows that. Actually, he’s been a fool all summer. While you were gone, making new experiences and hooking up with who-knows-who, he’d been wallowing in self pity, frustrated with the chances he’d let slip so easily. And there’d been plenty of them before you left, but he’d been too much of a coward to take any of them. Which is stupid, because you had kissed him, at that party, in the pool, with water dripping from the tip of your nose and laughter in your eyes and Wooseok couldn’t remember the last time he’d been that happy. But then you’d never talked about it, because the one time you tried he was so flustered that he shot you down and after that he’d somehow missed the right timing and lacked the courage to bring it up again before you left for the summer.  And so, life just continued for you, while Wooseok felt like his time had stopped. He’s still stuck now, because even though it’s been over a month, Wooseok is still thinking about the way it felt to be kissing you.

You on the other hand haven’t waited around for nothing while you were away, and Wooseok knew he had no right to be upset, but the fact that you kissed other people while you were gone hurt. It also fills him with regret and a sense of self-loathing, as he watches you play around in the very same pool you kissed in at the beginning of summer. Your hair is wet and swept back and your cheeks are red from the sun or the undying laughter on your lips. He wishes to be the source of that laughter again, but you haven’t really spoken since your return. It’s weird, because it used to be so very different. You used to talk every single day and you used to play silly pranks and you used to call him your best friend. Now he is just some guy staring at you from the side of the pool, it seems. Eventually you catch him looking, a timid smile on your lips when you meet his gaze.

“Did you wanna come in?” You ask, and Wooseok knows this is your attempt to reach out to him, to try and fix the awkwardness, but all he can think of is who else you asked the same question to over the summer and if they said yes and if you kissed them in the water the way you kissed him, so he shakes his head. You press your lips together and Wooseok knows he made a mistake, knows he’s being childish, but it seems he can’t stop himself from acting foolish when it comes to you. 

“You’re so dumb,” Hyunggu comments, letting himself plop down onto the sunbed next to him, “I didn’t tell you about y/n’s summer hook up just so you could act like a depressed loser.”

Wooseok frowns at his friend, upset to be called out over behavior he is already beating himself up about, “What did you tell me for then?”

“To wake you up, obviously. Y/n isn’t going to endlessly wait for you just because you’re too much of a coward to act. And they aren’t going to run after you either. They already made the first move, more than once actually. It’s your turn to do something, or you’ll lose them. Don’t be such a fool.”

Wooseok doesn’t meet his friend’s gaze, instead staring at his bare feet, “Isn't it too late already?”

“Maybe. Or maybe not. Only one way to find out, right?” Hyunggu gives him a pat before leaning back in his sunbed, closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of the sunshine on his skin. Wooseok can’t bring himself to do the same, can’t bring himself to relax. His eyes keep flickering back to you. Hyunggu is right, there is only one way to find out, and he’d hate himself for not at least giving it a shot.

He takes a deep breath, and then he gets up and jumps right in, the fresh water splashing around him. You turn your head in surprise.

“Actually I did want to,” Wooseok says, and although he isn’t even saying anything risky, he can hear his own heartbeat, loud and fast, as he waits for your reaction. When you smile, he feels himself flooded by the same sense of relief that he sees in your eyes. You wade over to him but you don’t say anything, leaving the ball in his court, and honestly, it’s fair enough because you’ve tried to approach him several times already. But it’s hard to muster up the courage. He stares at his hands under the water, watches the blurry silhouette of his fingers, before he finally looks back up at you. “I missed you this summer.”

You come a little closer, “Yeah, me too.”

He swallows down the little surge of bitterness that wants to crane its ugly head, because what point is there in asking why you kissed someone else then, if you’re standing in front of him right now, giving him your time and attention and no one else.

“I’m sorry for being weird before you left. And since you came back.”

“Yeah,” you nod, “you were kind of being a dick.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine if you don’t want to be anything more, but it kinda sucks you didn’t just tell me.”

“It’s not that,” Wooseok is quick to disagree, “I just—I’m an idiot.”

“So, you do… want to?”

“I do,” He reaches for your hand under the water, timidly tugging at your fingers, “I really do. I was just scared.”

“I’m scared too,” you say and your voice is soft and quiet, and your expression is so vulnerable it almost hurts to look at you, “But maybe we can tackle that fear together?”

Wooseok feels the smile spreading on his face, “I’d like that,” he leans in, resting his forehead against yours, “I’d really like that.”

You’re smiling too and your gaze flickers between his eyes and mouth, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Wooseok reaffirms, but before the syllable has even fully left his lips, you already shut him up with a kiss that tastes a bit like chlorine and a lot like the start of something really good.

“Oh, fucking finally,” he hears Hyunggu mumble from the side of the pool, but he has better things to do than pay him any mind. After all, he finally has you in his arms, no more missed opportunities hanging between the two of you.

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[cyncialwoo]

Hot Sugar Y.HS

-pairing: hongseok x female!reader

-genre: smut, angst, enemies to fwb to fake dating to lovers?!

-words:6.6k

-warnings: alcohol consumption

-a/n: Hi it's me again after a while later. I re-read this and I am eating it up, so I hope you guys will enjoy it too! It's longer than my other work, so that's also exciting. I plan to bring you guys something fresh too. I'm figuring out an idea now... I have like three? >>Masterlist

There was always some sort of jealousy toward those with easy access to success and money. There was frustration on why could they be born into it, and you have to work so hard only to receive a slither of the life that they were living. At this point complaining about working wasn’t enough. You had to drown it out with alcohol too and seriously your bank account was going to burn along with your throat for the amount of alcohol you were consuming. You threw your head down onto the counter letting out a groan of frustration, nothing was calming right now. You picked up your head from the counter rolling your eyes because of your empty glass being refilled. The last thing you need is a guy who thinks that he could get any woman he wants.

You searched the bar trying to meet with someone else’s eyes. A certain man with wavy dark brown hair taking a sip of his drink met your eyes. You darted your eyes away from him, the intensity of his stare was too much. He only took it as an invitation to move from his spot to the empty seat next to yours. By the time you lifted your head, he was next to you causing you to have a confused look on your face. You were sure you had blinked a couple of times before he began to speak to you. He was so pretty too and maybe it was the alcohol talking, but you started to lean towards his face closer and closer until he stopped you. He looked down at you and smiled with a chuckle. Something along the lines of “How Cute” escaped his lips. That wasn’t something you took too lightly and even worse when you had less of a hold on your tongue. Your eyebrows furrowed and you looked up at him. You opened your mouth but at first, nothing came out. You closed it and licked your lips before opening it again to say, “Calling me cute isn’t going to get me in bed with you, sir.” The corner of his mouth irked up a bit higher as if he liked it. You huffed again now getting irritated with the stranger who spoke none to you but just acted. So you just pushed him again. “Seriously, just give me an answer! Stop being a coward and just talk to me!” You honestly didn’t understand why you said what you said. Maybe you were lonely and craved his attention. 

There he went again, starting to laugh at your short fuse. He made you feel so small and you weren’t quite sure if you liked it or not. The way he just stared at you intently riled up something hot between your legs. Your body was on fire and wanted to inch more toward him, but your mind said no. “Seriously, it's not funny!” You said again but it seemed not even to reach his ear. His grin grew again. “It is when you’re huffing over something that might all be in your head. And has anyone ever told you that you’re so pretty when you’re frustrated?” His hand caressed your cheek and slipped under your chin lifting it. You let him do that to you while watching his eyes the entire time. You lost a couple of breaths along the way.  

His eyebrow lifted as if he was expecting you to answer that question of his right before he decided to take your breath away. You wanted to smile or to laugh– if you were sober, but now everything just gave in to him. Your whole body gave into him. “No... no one’s ever told me that” Your eyes strayed didn’t away from his, still wanting more. “I could tell you so many beautiful things about yourself if you would just follow me.” He smiled and the hand that rested on your chin went down to your hand and held it. You nodded slowly. You barely knew him yet there was so much enchantment in this stranger. Following him wherever he went could be dangerous, but you didn’t care. You needed to see where this went. You told yourself that you couldn’t live without knowing what would come next. 

Your movements out of your car were hazy. You just remember it was a nice car. Something that you could never afford in your life. You clung to his arm the entire ride. He drove so fast that everything looked like a picture of a fast-moving moment. Your body is still hot and excited as his skin touches yours. His smirk stayed on his lips every time you looked over at him to make sure that he was still there.

He didn’t take you to his apartment like you thought he would. Instead, the two of you stepped into this fancy hotel you had heard of before, but now you couldn’t remember the name of. Everything was so sparkly—the hatred of those who had more money than you hadn’t quite hit you yet. Nothing to stick to your morals hit you yet. Just how much liquor did you have that you gained this wonder of living a fairy tale? Your arm is still attached to his, the two of you walked to the elevator and up to a suite.

Hongseok stood back and watched you as you walked into the suite. Your eyes lit up as you pranced around the room still not believing you were there. You felt like a kid in a fairytale, something you would have dreamed about as a little kid. You walked up to him and kissed him on his lips so softly. He kissed back, but there was more hunger in his kiss. His hands went from your shoulders to your elbows to your waist. He lifted you to carry you and your legs wrapped around him. He kept his hands under your thighs as he led you to the bed. His lips smoothly glided across your own. You smiled into the kiss letting your hand touch his hair. His curls felt so soft in your hands. 

He laid you on top of the bed and pushed you down. His lips went for your neck leaving wet open-mouthed kisses. It was sloppy, but it felt so good. How could you not take in this drug that he was offering you? You pulled his hair in your hand bringing him closer to you and kissing him harder. His attitude changed and he got only hungrier for you, his hands rushed to the buttons of your shirt and began to unbutton your shirt. 

You let out a gasp when the cold air of the room hit your bare torso. Your hands grasped Hongseok’s hair tightly. You pulled him closer as a way to tell him that you needed more of him. You couldn’t get enough of this man—his hair, eyes, and mouth, especially his mouth. You could only imagine what more he had in store for you. 

You tapped his shoulders getting him to look up at you with a slightly confused face. You stared into his eyes for a moment. They were so pretty and dragging you in as you could just pull him closer and kiss him. That’s what you wanted to do, so that’s what you did. You gripped his shoulders pulling his body closer to yours. You were unaware of where this amount of need was coming from. Maybe it was the built-up stress from work or the hate towards rich people you kept inside. Either way, there was a fire burning inside of you, and no way it was going to be put out so easily. Your hands reached down to his jeans to undo them. You swore that if he had them on any longer it was going to kill you. Hongseok stepped back to completely strip in front of you. He motioned you to do the same which you did. The attachment to this man came too fast. He closed the space between the two of you again. Lips attached and flew to what you would describe as heaven on earth. He laid you on your back and kissed your neck as your hand reached down to line him up. He pushed in and let out a deep breath. Your lips met again as he started a slow yet rough pace. His lips went back to your neck. His hands gripped your waist and your back arched trying to have all of the space between the two of you closed—body on top of body. One plus one equals one right? You bit his shoulder and whispered for him to go faster. 

He lifted his body from yours to your dismay and pounded into you. His right hand gripped the sheets while the other held your waist. You’d probably have bruises there in the morning. Your vision was blurring more and more as you felt a knot growing. Your nails dug into the skin of his arm earning a groan in response. That enough pushed you over the edge and your body shook as you came down from your high. Your eyes were closed and all you could see was darkness as  Hongseok pulled out and spilled his seed on your stomach. You drifted slowly to sleep listening to Hongseok move around the room. You swore it was the alcohol that made you sleep so soundly.

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When you woke up you were in another man's arms. Nothing from the previous night stuck to your mind. You jumped up from his arms waking him up. You were panicking looking around the room. Why were you in this fancy hotel? How did you get here? Judging by the guy next to you it must’ve been him, but why? How could this rich guy take so much interest in you? 

You tried to move slowly out of the man's arms. The man tightened his arms around you leaving opened-mouthed kisses on your neck and shoulders. “You’re not leaving me that fast,” he said as he buried his face in your neck.

You shook him off of you, “I don’t even remember–” You turned around to meet his eyes. “You’re that cute guy from the bar!” You saw the guy chuckle. “That I am... My name is Hongseok since you don’t know.” He smiled at you. You nodded at him and slowly backed away.

“I don’t remember what happened last night either and I’m going to take my leave now. It was nice having this arrangement between us. Sorry, it couldn’t be extended, but I have somewhere important to be…” You got up covering yourself with an extra sheet while gathering your clothes, You avoided the man–Hongseok’s gaze that you could feel on you. You turned around and waved him bye before slipping around a corner and dressing. You were double-checking to see if you forgot something. You honestly didn’t want to have to come back here. You noticed you didn’t have your purse with the things you needed to get home. You really didn’t want to see him or ask him. Although you had no choice but to.

You groaned and came out from the corner tucking loose hair behind your ear. “Hey, uhm… Hongseok? Do you know where I put my purse?” You didn’t look him in the eye. “Your purse?” Hongseok kept his stare on you. He looked away while raising his eyebrows. You followed his gaze to where your purse was. It was sitting perfectly on top of a chair unlike how you found your clothes. You glared at him for a second before retrieving it. Something about it felt off, but you weren’t sure what. He couldn’t have stolen anything. Why would he when he had a lot of money to spend on this suite? 

You swing the purse over your shoulder. You were still unsure about his intentions but didn’t want to seem too curious in front of him. “Thank you for last night.” You put on your best smile before walking out.

That was it. He let you walk out, watching your every move with his cocky, yet admiring glare. You kept on walking until you caught a taxi to your apartment. You sighed and looked into your bag to notice a wad of cash. That ticked you off. First of all, you weren’t selling your body to him, and you were pretty upset he’d take you for that. Even if it was indirect it seemed like an insult. Either that or just that you thought every rich person was arrogant.  When you got home you put the money away in a drawer. “For safekeeping”, you told yourself. The truth? You were disgusted by how he gave it to you. That’s probably why he was staring at you so hard. Like you were a game to him. You shook your head. The guy's memory slowly came back as you went around the apartment doing small chores you neglected during the week. You swore to yourself you were going to stay away from the bar for now. 

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That promise didn’t stick because you were back at the same bar by two weeks as if the interaction wasn’t that important– to you at least. Hongseok had taken his liking to you and that one interaction still didn’t seem enough for him. His time with you that morning didn’t seem enough for him and he had been checking around for you. Maybe he gave the bartender a little extra just to tell him when you had arrived. Was his attraction to you that bad? Yes, yes it was. And that’s why twenty minutes later after you arrived Hongseok was already in the seat next to you.

You were caught up in some thoughts, mad about something that happened at work. Even if it was minor it ticked you off and you found it better to drown it in alcohol. That somehow made problems seem less important to you. That’s why Hongseok became to you a less critical problem you had. You hadn’t noticed him right away and he wasn’t very patient. Or well to him, he had been patient for two weeks.

“Why didn’t you call? I left you my number after all. It’s not something I do to just anyone.” Hongseok leaned into you, so when you turned your head to look at him he was already so close. He stared into you like his eyes were begging for an answer and it was almost cute. 

Almost. 

“Didn’t feel the need to,” you said as you took a sip of whatever was in your cup. Just when you needed to cool off steam he came. He still made you irritated and it showed on your face. The crack of his smile when he noticed how pissed you were pissed you off even more. “You know I might actually have called you back if you didn’t insult me so by giving me money. Thanks, but I don’t need it.”

Now it was his turn to become cocky. “Well, I thought you might have because, darling, all this alcohol adds up.” He smiled so sweetly at you like you weren’t to be taken seriously. You rolled your eyes in response and mumbled asshole. 

His smile grew even wider. “Fine if you’re upset with what I gave you then why don’t you just give it back?” He raised his eyebrows with the last syllable. You pressed your lips together looking away. You didn’t have it on you and it’s in your home. “Did you spend it already?” He smiled.

“No, I didn't it’s just that it’s put away. It’s at my house. You’re not going there, don’t ask. Maybe I could give it to you sometime later. I don’t have that much on me right now.” He let you rant about how much you don’t want him in your home or to see him.

“Okay, so then can I have your number to set up a time when I can receive it back?” You nodded. You held out your hand to receive his phone, which he gave to you.

You typed in your number and preferred name. You gave it back to him looking up at him and glaring at him as to say “Don’t even think of doing something else with my number.” He ignored you and just took his phone. He left after that leaving you intrigued about what would happen next. 

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The two of you met up at a rather fancy dinner. He insisted on taking you out while you insisted that it wasn’t necessary. Hell, you even saved up a little extra so you could try and pay for what you were going to have. When you met him at the table you slipped a white envelope back to him with the money inside. You gave him a demanding glare again. 

He took it, slipped it into his suit jacket, and smiled. “I honestly thought you wouldn’t show up and bail on me with the money.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “And why would I do that? I’m honest to my word, and I don’t want to be around you.” That was half a lie. Yes, you did want to be around him. Something deep inside of you loved all of these things. You had dreamed of going on a fancy dinner date, and here you were. It’s just that the circumstances were different from your imagination. You hate rich people because you want to be them. Now you have a chance to be like them. The wavering thought of being with Hongseok or at least meaning something to him was there. You wanted more of a taste of his life. You know he would give it to you with the way he was so eager to have his dinner. Thoughts on how you would bring this up were in your mind. The two of you ordered and you kept making glances at him. The atmosphere was primarily silent with awkward glances from you to him. Are you still debating on how to ask him for such a thing? You did not doubt that he would accept, but some part of you still wanted to keep your pride. You took a sip of the wine that he ordered still looking away from him. You hoped that this would give you a sliver of confidence that you needed to ask him. “Are you going to give up on me after this?” You wavered your wine glass in your hand looking him in the eye. You held your gaze strong at him. You were curious about it so it shouldn’t be too out of character. “In all honesty, I wasn’t going to stop here. You should’ve seen by now that I cannot let you go.” He smiled at you and you smiled back more condescendingly. That was perfect for you at least. “Then how about I propose an idea?” You batted your eyelashes at him. Cringey– but slightly buzzed. “I think that we could arrange a relationship. No ties. No money exchange just you and me in the bed. Not at your home and mine and no personal life. Maybe outings like this. That is if you want to keep me close to you.” You smiled and leaned back into your chair. 

Hongseok just nodded along with your idea. “I understand.” Those two words made you uneasy. His face was unsure and he was confused about the sudden change. Why now are you suddenly interested in him? Did that mean you were trying to get something else? Either way, he came this far to get you– even though it took three meetings– and he wasn’t going to pass it up now. “I’ll be setting everything up, so you don't have to trouble yourself.” he squinted his eyes studying you to see if there was an ounce of fear inside of you. You just smiled back at him making him more suspicious of you. 

You shifted in your seat at his gaze. The suggestion had made things more awkward between the two of you. It was making you a bit irritated on how he could push to pursue you, yet think you were going to do him wrong. Hongseok kept giving you the impression that you were a shallow person. “Just so you know, I don’t have any further intentions than sleeping with you,” you spat at him. 

Again Hongseok cracked a smile at you. “Good because it would be a shame if we had to end.”

“There is no we in this Mr. Yang.” You glared at him. He was in over his head thinking that he could make some sly remark without you being able to catch it. You tried to eat your food peacefully while not making eye contact. You were leaving after this. No drives home either because who knows what he would try to pull. 

There was tension building up from the silence and you couldn’t help but cough. “So what do you do for a living?” You pressed your lips together. It was inappropriate to ask that. This whole time you had been mean mugging him. If you were going to in fact be spending time with him and, you know, sleeping with him, then you would have to make this relationship enjoyable. A deep sigh came from you when it was still silent. “Hm?” “I work in business. I’m a team manager of a good company slowly working my way up through my family.” Hongseok didn’t make eye contact with you at all. It was disappointing that he was so cold now. You frowned as you watched him eat his food. Something inside you was waiting for him to ask you what you did, or to see if he even cared.

When no response came from him it was even more frustrating. Blinking a couple of times in frustration, you went back to your food. If he wanted you so bad why was he being so arrogant right now? Why were all rich people such assholes and why did he have to hold up to that stupid standard for them in your head? You smiled kind of irritated looking at your now empty plate. Stress eating wasn’t going to make it better, but you could at least enjoy the food and make him pay for it. Forget about now wanting to owe him anything. That didn’t matter now. The lack of attention from Hongseok was getting to you. Even if you were being childish now you didn’t care because to you he would look down on you anyways. 

You grabbed your purse and stood behind your seat. “I’m going to the powder room, so if you excuse me.” You gave him a halfhearted smile that may have come off as more sarcastic than intended. He watched you not saying anything in recognition– kind of what he did that morning. He kept acting like he didn’t care. You wanted him to care about you and to take notice of you. He had you wrapped around his finger in a way you thought you were still in control of everything. You lied to him and he knew it. He liked seeing you walk away from him. He liked watching you as you walked out of the restaurant. He was just sad he wouldn't see your face when you realized you were in his game now.

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Did you enjoy lying to me and going home? 

How’s your bed? Is it comfortable?

If it isn’t I could always buy you a better one.You rolled your eyes. He really couldn’t be that full of himself, but he was. Why did it have to be that way? You left him on reading. You didn’t have time for him or his childish game– again ignoring what you had done yesterday. You stayed in your bed curled up in some blankets watching reruns of whatever was on. No, it’s not as exciting as being rich and spending money, but it comforted you. Even watching rich people be stupid on television annoyed you even more.  

Why was it always the bad rich people that you saw? Was it the money that had gotten to their head? There was a buzz next to you followed by an irritated groan.

Anyways I booked us a hotel this afternoon at four. Don’t be late. Dress nice, or don’t. I’ll have something picked out for you anyway <3

You scoffed at his message. He was full of himself.

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You ended up not dressing up for him. What was the point if he was just going to have you change anyway? Instead of seeing him in the hotel room, there was a shopping bag with a note attached to it. Maybe Hongseok was respectful after all. You smiled at the little nite of “Try this on!” It was a black satin dress that went down to your ankle with a pair of lace-up heels and a matching bag. There was no reason for Hongseok to spoil you so well. You already loved it, and this was just the beginning, no matter how hard you tried to hate him. 

Hongseok was waiting outside of the room arms crossed in a black suit. Black to keep it classy. When he saw you he turned to you and held out his hand in front of you. You smiled taking his hand and following him to a black car. You two exchanged small talk about the dress and you ignored anything he said about you leaving him. You didn’t care and didn’t want to hear anything more about it. You had no idea where he was taking you, but judging by your outfit it was somewhere fancy. It had been what you always wanted a lavish life a lavish lifestyle. 

The car stopped in front of a building that looked like it was made in the early 20th century. Hongseok stepped out of the car to get to your door and held out his hand once again. You took his hand and followed him inside where he gave them the tickets. Your eyes searched around you, there were no posters for a musical. There wasn’t any information just decoration and mirrors. Your eyes caught on a mirror in front of you. It painted a rich couple on a date. He took you on a date. 

He led the two of you to a private booth claiming that his family had reserved this for them and that he had to go today to this opera to support a friend. In all honesty, opera wasn’t your thing and he admitted it wasn’t for him either, but to root someone on their debut? That’s what the two of you were for. Plus he said he didn’t want to go alone and you were in this deal with him. That had you thinking that maybe the gifts weren’t gifts at all and it was just something so he could seem fashionable. You were taking advantage as you were just being an accessory that he dressed himself up with. 

Instead of paying attention to the plot of the opera and the music, you were staring as Hongseok focused. His eyebrows were knotted together and ever so often he would break out into a small smile. You began a guessing game on whoever his friend was and then you noticed that he only smiled when one person sang. 

You flipped the playbill open and searched for the man. “Jo Jinho..”, you mumbled getting Hongseok to turn to you. You smiled to yourself “He has such a pretty voice, your friend.” 

“That he does.” Hongseok smiled and nodded. His eyes were glowing and he couldn’t be even more proud of his friend. By looking at him you could tell how high Jinho was on Hongseok’s list of people. You smiled to yourself for the rest of the night now appreciating Hongseok as a person and looking forward to meeting his friend. 

At the end of the night, you met Jinho. He came off as an incredibly sweet person. Hongseok kept his arm around your waist the entire time while the three of you conversed. You watched as Jinho’s eyes wandered to the arm around your waist. You could there was slight confusion about who you were, but he never acknowledged it. 

The rest of the night went by smoothly. Taking in too much alcohol was your thing, and it didn’t stop when you were with him. The disbelief of being with him was fueling your need to feel loose, and you were. Your body was leaning on Hongseok’s constantly. You were feeding him this relationship he wanted purely out of spite. You wanted to give him a taste knowing it wasn’t real. Was it getting to him? You didn’t bother to check if it was. 

Afterward, he got you a taxi back to the hotel that he had earlier. Presuming that you were going to give him the clothes back you followed along with him. Again the car ride was silent with Hongseok looking out the window. He was handsome and you would go for him– if he wasn’t a rich prick. Maybe it was you– or the alcohol but you just kept leaning into him. The moonlight on his skin was something so magical. “Can I kiss you?” Was it you? Perhaps it is. Perhaps there’s more attractive than you give off. Hongseok’s head turned your way and he blinked a couple of times to see if he heard you right. It was cute. Something in your stomach turned. You weren’t sure if you liked the way alcohol brought down your prejudice against rich people. No matter how ridiculous it is. 

“You can.” Hongseok fixed his posture in his seat. You could tell that he was caught off guard by your words. Too drunk to think anymore about it, you closed the space between the two of you. 

.

The next morning you woke up before him. This time when you moved off of the bed he didn’t wake and you got dressed and left. No text from him or anything the whole way back to your apartment. There was a little taste of disappointment that settled in the back of your mind. You wanted some attention from him. Even if it was just a small text. Last night was a blast and you wanted more of it.

Almost half of the day went by until your phone buzzed. You checked it happily thinking he was just going to tease you, but that didn’t seem to be the case. 

So we might have been spotted by tabloids last night

And we might have caught my parents' attention

And we might have to go out to dinner with them. 

You face palmed yourself. You didn’t know anything about him. Yeah, you knew he was rich, but had no idea exactly where his money came from how could you be that stupid? What if you were messing with someone you shouldn’t be? What were you even going to do when you met them? Your mind was racing places and you returned to the hotel room. 

Hongseok was still there– surprisingly. He was walking back and forth and didn’t seem to notice you. He might have been just as worried as you were about the situation. “Hongseok?” He turned to look back feeling a sort of relief. You gave him a soft smile and walked closer to him. “So what’s the plan? Family meeting as soon as possible?” 

He took a deep breath and turned to you. There was a sort of twinkle in his eye when your eyes met. “Yeah, I’m thinking about that. That’s also what my mom is requesting, but she’s very judgy and I don’t know If I want to put you through that, or not.” You could see him panicking again. “Hey it’s okay I’ll do my best to please them.” You gave him another smile. You don’t know what it was, but something inside of you just wanted to see him smile. It’s just human kindness. You don’t like him, why would you? He’s just insanely attractive and that’s it. There’s nothing more to it and even if last night had made you respect him more, it wasn’t that much. 

Hongseok looked up at you finally returning a smile. “Okay, so how’s Saturday for dinner? They would want to meet at their house. I could set some things up for you.” He grabbed his phone now scrolling through different websites of clothes– women's clothes to be specific. He wanted to find what would make his parents like you. It’s not that he didn’t trust your style– he didn’t trust his parents. He knew they could ruin the way you looked at yourself. If they didn’t like you– or found one thing “wrong” they would say it most bluntly and would take it far. 

This time you didn’t question what he was doing. Based on the dress he had picked out for you from before you could tell that he was looking out for you. If he could gain some ounce of trust, he had gained it with his fashion sense. You sat back on one of the chairs in the room and let yourself rest about the issue. The thought of leaving didn’t come to you. It seemed he needed the support, and you weren’t one to back down.

You ate dinner with him soon after by ordering room service. It seemed like he never left the hotel room. Now that you started to look around there were drawers opened with folded clothes inside, and his laptop– you guessed– was at a coffee table. Once again, it hit you that you didn’t know much about Hongseok and his life. You ate with him in silence. Trying to crack a conversation now wouldn’t help kill the awkwardness that you were eager to get away from. 

“When was the last time you saw your parents? So I know how the vibe will be.” Your eyes met his and he still looked uneasy to the subject. He swallowed putting his hand over his mouth.

“About two weeks ago. Things should be fine… they’re just very nosey.” You nodded. You were feeling pretty cool about the whole dinner. Things would be fine as long as Hongseok was there. You turned to him looking over his features again. Maybe he wasn’t that ignorant person you first took him for.

The day arrived, and you were a nervous wreck. Hands fidgety, palms sweaty, and legs shaky as you opened the door to the hotel room. Another bag this time placed on the table. It was a dress suit that was a plum color. Not as pretty as the dress he had given you before, but it was still nice. It was still a perfect fit. He left little gold accessories in the bag. Everything still felt so distant to you. It felt weird how there was no exchange of words between the two of you. Just gifts here and there plus outings. 

He was waiting for you down in the lobby wearing a black suit with a matching tie, so you had to guess his parents were formal people. He had his eyes on you watching you as you walked toward him. His eyes wandered the lobby hoping to meet someone else’s gaze. He pulled you in for a quick kiss when you reached him. It was quick and sweet– something just for show in case someone was watching the two of you. You hooked your arm in his and walked him to a car. You two had come up with some sort of fake story– “We met at university. We fell in love and you wanted to have a humble job at some company. I of course lied to you about my status. You didn’t know you were oblivious but sweet. When you found out it didn’t change much, but I felt the need to shower you with gifts as many chances as I got. You only accepted it that night because you wanted to support my friend whom you know I care deeply about. It was a one-time thing. Make sure to pay attention to anything I say. Read between the lines with me. Do not pay attention to what they say. Don’t let them break you. They’re just mean because they’re overprotective.”You looked out the window of the car. It was silent with you, Hongseok, and the driver. He kept looking over at you. His hand was so close to yours wanting to reassure you, but not sure if he could. To him the two of you– could he even consider the two of you close? You were going to meet his parent. That had to count for something, right? He caressed your hand smoothing the skin. He wouldn’t meet your eyes. He didn’t want to see your reaction afraid of rejection. You held his hand squeezing it as a thank you.

 Things were mostly unsaid between the two of you when it came to the way you felt about one another. There was a sense of adoration for the other person. It was the way you carried yourself for him. You were fierce with high self-respect, not taking anyone’s shit. For you, it was the way he flaunted but still, he had something in him that was sweet. You wanted to unlock it but didn’t know how. This dinner was a good way to change it, or show the potential the two of you had if you were in a relationship. He believed with all his heart that the two of you could work this out, why couldn’t you?

Hongseok helped the two of you out of the car wrapping his arm around your waist once again. He made sure that the two of you were close together as you went inside. He had close eyes on you and his parents. He didn’t let you talk at all. It’s not that he didn’t trust you. He just didn’t want to give his parents the chance to put you on the spot. You two made it to the dinner portion until his parents found some way to get your blood pumping. 

“Oh don’t you remember Laura? I miss her at our family dinners with her. She was such a sweet and proper girl.” His mom gave off a smile. You kept up the smile on your face, but you gripped your dress. Hongseok said they were nosey, not just plain rude. His mom reminded you of the reason that you hated rich people. The thick remarks were filled with passive aggression. You didn’t want to be here anymore and forgot the reason why you came. It wasn’t important anymore.

You shifted in your seat and a hand met yours under the table. You were still silent, you felt so out of place and distant. This wasn’t real anymore. The rest of the night became one of those moments that would be blocked out of your head forever, thankfully forgotten. You closed yourself off even on the ride back to that damn Hotel. So lost in your tired thoughts of going home you didn’t notice the grip Hongseok still had on your hands. He held them so dearly– so close to him. He felt bad for what his parents did, secretly cursing them out in his thoughts. He felt protective of you– and ashamed. What he was doing to try and make you smile or form some other relation between the both of you wasn’t working anymore. 

For what it’s worth you felt comforted by his thought. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to be with him. Maybe he wasn’t so bad himself.

[natsukoshono]

HAIII!! i didn't know you'd reply so quickly, but im glad you did! THIS IS GONNA BE SILLY BUT LIKE... would you mind doing some headcanons for Sunshine, Pentagon, or maybe even Chaos? (your choice) Specifically of the romantical variety, and maybe a GN!reader insert? :Dc

(P.s. I'd like to learn more about your ocs! They seem interesting!)

Me: O-Oh, I'll write this! i'll start it soon

also Me: Forgets about Tumblr, in general.

I'm so sorry, i can't do Chaos AT THE MOMENT, as i need to re-read the tag arc. I've forgotten the majority of it. I barley remember who was even in it.

PERSONALLY i say Sunshine being into personality more then anything. He'd prefer that you could at least fight, but wouldn't care as much if you aren't on his level.

his love language is acts of service and quality touch (Ahem Ashuraman)

the way into this man's heart is food. So if you can make ANYTHING his hearts yours. He eats anything, literally.

he sucks at flirting but for some reason he thinks he's AMAZING at it.

-LOVES seeing you in yellow or gold. Since he likes to think that it's HIS colour.

Pentagon

god I love this man. I do so much.

He's likely looking for a long relationship, so essentially marriage.

gentle as hell, when it comes to touching you.

words of affirmation, and gifts are his love language. wouldn't matter, if it's expensive or something simple as a paper crane you made, perhaps a doodle of them, or his favourite flower.

personally i believe he'd prefer someone kind, and sympathetic. someone who wouldn't mind fixing his injuries.

He'd try and hide you from his fans, not that he's embarrassed the exact opposite. however personally i believe he wouldn't want his lovers or children to be in the eye of the paparazzi as he knows what they're like.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

12 days of Winter Year #7

Groups you can request for are MONSTA X, PENTAGON, SEVENTEEN, and Xdinary Heroes. 

To request, pick a prompt and a member from one of the groups listed above, and the specific reader you want it for (if not specified, I’ll make it gender neutral). Also, I do not take requests for smut.

Completed stories will be posted every odd numbered day of December!

Update: All prompts have been written so they are no longer strikethrough!

Please request!!!

“I’ll light the fire; you place the stockings on the mantle.” 

Building a snowman together 

“If I give you this peppermint kiss, will you give me a real one?” 

A Winter Postcard that reads, “Meet me in ____” (You choose the destination!)

“Your mom made me a gift?” “Yeah, you’re a part of the family now.” 

Cooking Christmas dinner together for your friends

“After sledding, do you want to have hot cocoa at the lodge?” 

(Bias) giving you frosted flowers

“Mistletoe… my arch enemy”

A Holiday Dress Up Party 

“Snowball fight!” 

Make your own prompt!

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober 2023 MASTERLIST

Kinktober 2024 MASTERLIST

SF9:

Seventeen:

Pentagon:

P1Harmony: Jiung- Studio Sesh

NCT:

Monsta X:

KARD:

Ikon:

Enhypen:

Treasure:

The Boyz:

Big Bang:

Exo: Permission Granted-Chanyeol, Sehun, and Baekhyun

Got7:

BTS:

Ateez:

Stray Kids:

TXT:

Shinee:

[bluebad]

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Dawn random icons;

[jae-bummer]

My Idol 3: Part Twelve

My Idol from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Saturday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in a specific mission to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what four idols will move on to the second date.

My Idol 3: The Series

"This is only temporary, little friend," Chan cooed, eye level with the small vase that housekeeping managed to scrounge up. "It's Papa Chris's fault for not thinking ahead."

"Papa Chris?" you mused as you watched the man crouching in front of you.

Glancing over his shoulder, he shot you a smile. "We're co-parenting."

"Are we?"

"Mhm," he nodded, pulling himself to his feet. "And we're doing very well with it."

Your eyes trailed from your date to the goldfish doing laps in his small space. When San had originally replaced your laptop, you weren't expecting for any of the guys to buy you anything you had lost. While it would be a kind gesture, you didn't know them. They shouldn't feel obligated to give you anything. This, though, came so far out of left field, you were unsure how to process the situation.

"Does that mean we've brought a child into a divorced household?" you hummed. "Since we're co-parenting and all?"

Chan's handsome face broke into a wide grin, dimples and all. "No, no, we're just separated. We have things to figure out first."

Returning the smile, you jumped as a PD bustled into the room. Looking from you, to Chan, and then back to Chan's bodyguard, she groaned. "What are you doing?"

"Visiting," Chan said, his smile more of a cringe.

"You're supposed to meet on camera!" the PD said, exasperated.

"Sorry," Chan grimaced. Whispering, he leaned toward you. "I have a tendency to apologize after I do something instead of asking for permission first."

"Come on," the PD sighed, motioning for Chan to follow her. "We have to get you on location.

And you!" she said, spinning around to point a finger in your direction. "Act surprised when you see him."

"Got it," you nodded.

You were at a loss as you glanced toward the last remaining stranger in your room. Chan's security guard gave you a small frown before he followed the other two out.

Plopping back down on your bed, you stared blankly at the door. You felt like a sitcom character at this point. The situational whiplash was exhausting.

.

"I didn't ask for him to come to my room," you challenged, looking moodily out the window.

"I left for a few minutes to go over security plans, and you were in your room with a contestant!" your bodyguard, Hyuk, squawked from the seat in front of you. As the older of the two bodyguards, he definitely took more of an older brother/uncle role in your life.

"We were supervised!" you reminded him after stating the fact nearly five times now.

"Not by me," he grumbled.

Rolling your eyes, you tried to remain patient with him. You knew he cared about your safety first and foremost, especially considering how your date with Hyungwon had ended. It was not on your to do list to get hit by eggs again.

Looking back on your morning, your initial meeting with Chan had been abrupt, but pleasant. Ever since Insu had left your room the night before, you had been trapped in the endless rotation of your thoughts. It was nice to have a surprise come in and distract you from your own brain.

As you were on the way to your next date location, you couldn't help but have your mind begin to wander again. Aside from wondering what fresh hell the day would provide, against your better judgement, you still held out a little bit of hope. All of your dates, whether they were sabotaged by fans or not, were so, so lovely. Barring the eggs and bum-rushes, you looked back on each one fondly. More than anything though, you were constantly overwhelmed by the feeling of getting so close to so many interesting men. They had been open and raw with their thoughts and opinions, and even after being sequestered in a hotel, they still wanted to stick it out.

You shouldn’t go about putting them on a pedestal, you reminded yourself. They were ordinary people, just like you. Their jobs were just extraordinary. You were all on the same playing field, trying to figure things out.

“Are you even listening?” Hyuk sighed, turning around to send a glare in your direction.

You felt your face grow hot. “Totally,” you lied. “But just for clarity, would you mind repeating it again?”

“It’s okay to have your head in the clouds,” he muttered. “But please keep at least one foot on the ground.”

“Did Confucius say that?" you asked sarcastically, tilting your head.

“No,” he deadpanned, not even humoring you. “We’re going to have a lot more security today. You may not see me much. I’m responsible for coordinating a lot of people, but I just want you to know that you’re safe. Okay?”

“Okay,” you said quietly, looking out of the window again. After the egg incident, Insu’s reaction had rattled you more than you would like to admit. You had never considered that a fan would go to more violent measures, but the behavior did seem to be escalating.

As the My Idol SUV pulled up outside your next location, you tried to swallow down all of the emotions careening in your chest. A mixture of fear, anxiousness, hope, and excitement danced together, none of them in step.

Sliding out of the vehicle, you remembered at the last second that you were meant to be meeting Chan for the first time. Luckily, your nerves seemed to have you prepared.

"Hi," you squeaked, staring at the already familiar face. He had changed since you last saw him, opting to wear a baseball cap and all black. The color suited him, but then again, likely every color did. That's just how it worked when you were devastatingly attractive.

Chan smiled coyly before bowing. "Hello, I'm Stray Kid's Bang Chan."

"I'm Y/N," you managed, giving a small bow back. This was going to look so awkward on screen. "It's nice to meet you."

"Much nicer for me, really," he hummed, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "You look absolutely adorable."

If a human could turn red, you would have been scarlet from head to toe. "You think I'm adorable now? You should see me covered in rotten eggs."

You weren't sure why you said it, but could chalk it up to inappropriate coping mechanisms. When in doubt, make light of your misfortune.

"Really takes it up a notch?" he chuckled. "I heard about that. I'm so sorry that viewers took it that far."

"Fans will be fans, I guess," you sighed, glancing up to the building you were standing in front of. "Where-"

"No," Chan cut you off, shaking his head. "I don't know what your opinion is of our fans, but anyone who would put you through those things is absolutely no fan of mine."

"Oh," you breathed, not expecting him to respond to your statement. "I-I mean, I'm sure they just want the best for you guys."

"The best thing for me is to not worry about my personal life so intensely," he nodded. "They should focus on there's. I'm positive it's much more interesting than anything I'm doing."

It seemed like you had hit a nerve. This conversation would likely be best off camera.

"Speaking of things you're doing," you attempted to segue. "Where are we?"

Chan gave you a half-hearted smirk. He knew what you were doing and was not amused. "Why don't I take you in so you can see for yourself?"

Offering his palm, you hesitantly took it. It was difficult to describe the way that Chan was making you feel, but you were leaning toward liking it. Even though you felt like you were being pretty guarded, he had no issue reading you. Whether that was just from him being perceptive or the two of you meshing well, you weren't sure.

His narrow fingers fit well between yours, and you couldn't help looking down to appreciate his vascular arms and hands. How could something so simple be so hot?

"How's our boy?" he said quietly, eying the crew behind you.

"Adapting," you whispered. "I made one of the PD's promise to get him a better living situation by the time we got back."

"Great," he smiled. "I watched Youtube videos all the way here on how to set up the tank and-"

Notably getting more excited, you placed your free hand lightly on his forearm before motioning behind the two of you with your eyes.

"Right," he said, clearing his throat. "So our date today...it may seem a little childish, but..."

Chan had guided you into what appeared to be a small shopping center with individual stores renting out spaces inside. The one he was referencing in particular was not a Build-a-Bear (they hadn't made it to Korea yet) but was very Build-a-Bear adjacent.

"I thought maybe we could make plushies," he said, his expression nervous. "I'm not sure if you're into that kind of thing, but I've kind of always daydreamed about doing this with a partner."

You blinked in surprise, not at all expecting how vulnerable he looked. He was clearly uncomfortable not knowing if you thought this was lame or not and was looking to jump ship as soon as you showed any sign of disappointment.

"It's kind of silly, isn't it?" he coughed, growing more anxious the longer you were quiet. "There's another place a few stores over-"

"It's perfect," you said finitely. Something about the idea of creating a plushie with Chan was incredibly appealing to your inner child. "And not silly at all."

"Really?" he grinned before shaking his had. "I mean, yeah! If it makes you happy, who cares what anyone else thinks, right?"

"Right," you hummed. "Do you know what to do?"

"Oh yeah," he hummed. "I'm an old pro at this."

"Excuse me," a worker interrupted, wandering over from the counter. "Can I help you two?"

"Please," he winced. "I have no idea what we're doing."

You let out a burst of laughter. "An old pro, huh?"

"I may have embellished," he chuckled.

You shook your head, unsure if you'd be able to pin down Chan's personality on the first date. He was hilarious, presented as confident, but it also seemed to be a bit of a front. He was very cognizant of your reactions. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable, but was more than willing to do it to himself. An undercurrent of self consciousness flowed behind your interactions, and you were a bit surprised to see it.

"First, you'll need to find which friend is right for you," the worker instructed. "After that, meet me by the fluff machine."

"Fluff machine," Chan nodded, glancing around the shop. "Totally know what that is and will definitely find you by it."

"Come on," you laughed, pulling him toward the wall of plushie corpses.

You both assessed the choices in front of you before Chan spoke up. "You can totally say no, but why don't we pick out each others?"

"Why would I say no?" you hummed, giving him an encouraging smile. "That just makes it infinitely more special."

"I agree!" he said. "I just wanted to make sure I wasn't overstepping."

"Probably for the best," you sighed dramatically. "I take my plushies very seriously."

"You seemed like the type," he nodded sternly before dissolving into a laugh. Regrettably unwinding his arm from yours, he began to shuffle down the row, picking up several options and testing how soft they were.

You focused on the task at hand as well. What would be the best choice for Chan's bear? Should you make it to your preference or to his? A kangaroo seemed like too obvious of an option if you were making it in his likeness. Maybe it was safer to pick something that represented you. He'd have something to remember you by.

"A frog, huh?" he chuckled, finally meeting you by what you assumed to be the fluff filler.

"I wanted to get you something that reminded you of me," you grinned.

"Yes, when I see you, I definitely think "frog,"" he frowned, shaking his head. Holding up his own choice, it turned into a smile. "I picked a wolf."

"On brand," you nodded.

Chan lifted his brows, but you only grinned wider. "Skzoo is much too popular for me not to know about it, Chris."

"And for a second, I thought you may have been a Stay," he clucked. "Pity."

Rolling your eyes, you pushed your shoulder into his. "I'll up my game, I promise."

"You better," he teased, shouldering you back. "If you don't get your act together, I'll take the fish and run."

It wasn't long until the two of you had stuffed your respective animals and decided to put recordings in their hands. Stepping as far away from your date as you could, the words came to you easily.

"You have an amazing heart," you said into the small recording device. "Thank you for being you."

Wandering back over to Chan, you both finished up by selecting outfits. Chan was much pickier than you anticipated, but after discussing, you settled on an adorable onesie while he picked an all black ensemble.

After a small argument about who would pay (Chan won rock, paper, scissors), he pulled you over to an ice cream shop across the way. "Why don't we finish up with something sweet?"

"I'm not sweet enough for you?" you joked, sticking your tongue out at him.

"That was a good one," he laughed. "But I haven't tasted you yet."

"Whoa!" you gasped, pressing a hand to your chest. "Sir!"

Chan grinned sheepishly before ducking his head. "Sometimes the impulsive thoughts win. I'm sorry!"

Your stomach did a few flips as you replayed what he had said. He had nothing to apologize for, but you wouldn't be telling him that. You hoped your brain didn't make interesting use of his comment in your dreams.

After carefully selecting your flavors (you may have filled up on samples alone), the two of you sat down at a cafe table. Just as you were about to take the first lick, one of the PD's cleared their throat.

"Shame on me for almost forgetting," you muttered, eying the sudden appearance of the dastardly red envelope.

"I got it," Chan sighed, leaning forward to grab the challenge. Opening it swiftly, he read the words aloud.

"Could this be a sticky situation? Take ten laps around the shopping center without letting your ice cream drip on the floor. Make a mess and incur the penalty."

You glanced from Chan to your ice cream. "How are we supposed to stop ice cream from melting?"

"By moving fast!" he gasped, yanking your hand. Pulling you out of your seat, you stumbled forward into the main area of the shopping center. The set up seemed to be a large square, so the circuit wasn't too difficult to figure out.

"Can we stop the drips?" you called over to the crew now chasing after you.

"You just can't lick the ice cream!" a PD called, already finding the running to be difficult.

Chan dropped your hand and opted to keep his floating under the cone. If anything spilled, in theory, his fingers would catch it.

Digging around in your pockets, you were pleased to find the napkins you had grabbed after you had made your order. Wrapping them haphazardly around your cone as you ran, you offered a few to your date.

"Thanks!" he gasped. "This is ridiculous."

"It's meant to be," you groaned, now holding your hand underneath your ice cream. It was already starting to melt.

Tearing your way across the linoleum flooring, you dodged and ducked around shoppers and workers alike. It wasn't until the final lap that you dared to have any hope.

"We're going to make it!" you insisted, seeing your starting point in the distance. "I don't think I've spilled anything!"

"Me either!" Chan said through deep breaths. "Also this counts as my cardio for the day."

Laughing through your pained inhales, you focused on your stopping point. Unfortunately, that meant you weren't watching your feet. You hadn't realized that at some point during the run, your shoelace came untied and wouldn't actually notice until your feet began to trip themselves up.

"Agh!" you gasped, your body propelling to the ground at alarming speed. You could picture it already; splayed out on the floor, your ice cream dripping and melting everywhere, maybe a mild concussion.

"No you don't!" Chan shouted, gripping you under your arm and hauling you upwards again. You looked over to your date, shocked that he was able to correct your course without disturbing the treat in his hand.

Now overly aware of your shoe situation, you jogged with more caution. "Thank you!"

"No thanks!" he ground out. "That was entirely selfish. I don't want to do the penalty."

You laughed again, finally coming to a halt in front of the ice cream shop. "You saved the day. If I'm not mistaken, that makes you a hero."

"There may or may not be melted ice cream on your shirt now," Chan winced. "There was a good bit on my hand before I grabbed you."

"Perfect," you sighed. "I love the feeling of being sticky but not knowing where it came from."

Chan grinned at you before looking over to the production crew. "Did we pass?"

After several PD's carefully retraced your steps, they finally agreed. You both had somehow managed not to spill anything.

"Yes!" you shouted, hopping in place. Chan wrapped his free hand around your waist and pulled you in close. If your heartbeat wasn't already thudding in your ears, it would be now.

Letting your body fit into his, you tried to take measured breaths before looking up at him. "I meant what I said earlier. You really are the hero today."

"If I'm a hero in your eyes, my work here is done," he smiled shyly, his eyes tracing across your face. They finally came to rest on your lips, the sudden attention causing your adrenaline to spike again. "Y/N?"

Chan didn't need too say more than that. He spoke your name as a question, the underlying tone making his intent clear. He wanted to kiss you and your brain was screaming at you to allow it. The challenge had left you both on edge and this seemed like an excellent way to dissolve that tension.

"Excuse me?" a raspy voice called from across the room. Both of you hesitated before looking back at the little, old ice cream shop owner sat behind the counter. "Why don't you two throw those out? I can make you fresh ones."

"Oh, you really don't have to," Chan croaked, his voice much more gravelly than it had been. He glanced back to you, biting his lip.

"I insist," the owner smiled. "It'll be up in a moment."

"Right, thanks," Chan managed before taking a step away from you. The loss of his body felt immediate, like a cold bucket of water being poured over your skin. That had gotten dangerous very quickly. It was probably for the best that the worker had stepped in when he did.

"Let me take this," Chan hummed, gingerly pulling your melted ice cream from your hands. After you both wiped off your fingers and applied a generous amount of hand sanitizer, Chan knelt to the floor. "I'll take care of this too."

You were momentarily rendered speechless by the sight of Chan tying your shoe. Pulling it into a secure double knot, he stood again. "You alright?"

You knew your pupils had all but turned into hearts as you tried to choke out a response. "Never Better."

[compacflt]

don’t tell anyone but im touring the pentagon today 🤫 can’t wait to find out so many Interesting Facts that prove my military fanfic inaccurate, sometimes existentially! (btw that is a phenomenon that happens to me twice a week on average)

[proudahgase-exol]

I know your love's not real.

Optional bias x reader

Summary: You're in love with your best friend, who claims that he loves you too, but the truth is, that's not the way he feels.

Ps. I was leasing to 1D's Fool's Good and I got an idea, so this is what I come up with. Sorry if it's bad.

Update: I fix the mistakes I had made hopefully it’s better :)

When I started dating, it was like a dream come true. He was so sweet and caring; he made me happy, but the thing is, it wasn't the same for him. He pretends to be in love with me, and although that should have hurt me, it didn't. What actually hurt me was him lying to me for a whole year, pretending he loved me, and playing along. He hurt my feelings; he lied to my face for so long, and he expected me to forgive him. And the second thing that got me even pissed was that I found it from one of his friends. Was I a joke to him? So when I confronted him, I knew how this would end.

I had gotten home from work, and I was more than ready to talk to __. It was now or never that I needed to get this over, as much as it hurt me. So when I got home, I didn't waste time and talked to him.

"Hey, we need to talk," I said as soon as I walked through the door.

"Hey, babe, what's up?" he asked, sitting straight on the couch.

"Care to explain what your friend means by you not actually liking me?" told him without any emotions.

"Baby, what are you talking about?" he asks, getting up and trying to reach for my hand.

"Cut the bullshit. I know you don't fucking love me. I know you only date me because you couldn't reject me, so please do us a favor and tell me what your friend said was true," I told him as I shoved his hands away from me.

"Okay, fine, it's true. I just couldn't reject you, and I thought that if I said yes, I could eventually fall in love with you," he said with a low tone.

"Now I fucking understand the many times I told you I loved you and the times I talk about marriage with you, I know there's a fucking reason why you change the fucking topic." I said I was walking back and forth.

"I'm truly sorry, but I do love you deep down. I love you more than anything," he said, trying to touch me.

"Oh, fuck off. I know your love is not real; that's not the way you feel, so cut the bullshit," I said angrily.

"Please give me a change. I'll prove to you that I can love you. Give me a chance to show that I'm capable of falling in love with you," he replied with tears in his eyes.

"Oh, I think it's too late for that. If you didn't feel anything for me in the past year, what makes you think you will love me now? So get the fuck out of my place and out of my life. I don't ever want to see you again after you played with me, and on top of that, you have the audacity to ask to give you a second chance. You don't love me; you will never love me. That's clear as day. I know you're just feeling pity for me, but I don't need your pathetic excuses. Now get the fuck out of here." I replied frustrated

"Come on, we've been best friends since forever. I made a mistake by lying to you. Don't cut me off," he begged.

“A mistake that caused you a lot of mistakes and made me realize the kind of person you are a mistake that's caused a heartbreak a mistake that now will make me question people's feelings towards me. Now get the fuck out. Don't waste more of my time than you already have." I said, raising my voice.

After I told him all I needed to tell him, I got up and left for my bedroom. I heard him leaving my apartment, and I was now finally all alone. I let all my feelings out. I knew it would be hard to get back to how I was before. I was hurt; I truly loved __, but I couldn't stand the fact he lied. Now all that is left is a broken heart.

As the days passed by, I tried my best not to  think of him at all. I got my sled busy with work, and I tried to go out and try to get about the pain, and little by little, I'm starting to feel a lot better.

I try to be a natural reader. I hope I did well.

[syuga-s]

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besties i've been picking my brain apart THE WHOLE WEEK because I want to write but I don't know who I should make it about or which character I should use.....,.., if there's someone in need of an AU/drabble/imagine let me know pls!! whether it's angst/fluff/smut doesn't matter just give me a MAN (btw i write mainly for afab readers & gender neutral readers 🫶) is this the part where i officially start to take requests?? we'll seeeee

[unifox]

If you're still doing the little prompt game maybe Hongseok or Jaeyoon and baking cookies? 🍪

“Cookie Monster”

~Pairing: Hongseok x gn!reader

~Genre: Rotten Fluff. Established relationship

~Words: 0,8K

~Warnings: mention of food, pet names, one little (and very subtle) suggestive thought- Sorry if there are any mistakes!!

a/n: Hi Anon! Thank you so much for the request! Sorry for the wait, I hope you like it. I ended up writing about Hongseok because of his love for Cookie Monster lol. Plus, I missed writing about Pentagon!!

~Foxy🦊

>Request your scenario here&lt;

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Hongseok likes your cookies. 

Ok, maybe 'like' was an understatement. He LOVES your cookies. 

He loves them so much, that even on a strict diet, he'd ask you to bake him the most diet-like cookies you've ever seen. You weren't sure if oats and bananas mixed together counted as a cookie. 

He would brag to the other members that your cookies were the best in the world, but at the same time, he wanted to gatekeep, eating all of them before the members could get a taste. This was why you called him your cookie monster.

y/n 💕- Hey cookie, could you pick up a bag of chocolate chips on your way home pls?

hong 🍪- Sure honey. I'm on my way

y/n 💕- Thanks, you're the best 🫶 

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When Hongseok reached home, you had already put all the ingredients in a bowl and had the oven on for preheating. Coming from behind and wrapping his arms around your waist he announced "I'm home. With your choco chips"

You spun around and wrapped your arms around his neck, pecking him on the lips. "You're a lifesaver, thanks babe. Now put those muscular arms for good use and help me hand mix these, please." You both chuckled as he moved to the toilet to wash his hands.

This wasn't the first time you baked together, but for Hongseok it always felt like it was. The domestic scene of you preparing trays with a baking sheet while he hand-mixed the cookies made his heart swell. He hoped that things would stay like this in the future.

When he was done you moved to get two ice cream scoopers so you both could scoop the dough into balls. Looking at the dough it was tempting to eat a little, but Hong refrained from it, remembering about the flour and raw eggs. When one of the trays was full, you moved it to the oven, while Hong kept on scooping the rest into the other tray until the dough ended.

With all the cookies in the oven, you're able to finally give attention to your boyfriend

"How was your day handsome?" You said handing him a cup of lemonade and sitting by his side on the sofa

"It was good. Went to the gym, had a shower there, and then I went to my mom's house. She wanted help with building a new cupboard she bought. The manual was really confusing..." You let him ramble about how his day went, but couldn't help but daydream about him. He was the perfect boyfriend. Caring and sweet, he liked pets, he helped his mom a lot... He even helped elderly people! You once saw him helping the old lady from the floor above you, by carrying her groceries from her car to the elevator. 

"You're not listening to me"

"I am baby" you responded quickly

"Yeah sure, what was I talking about?" he smirked

"Oh well! let me check the cookies!!"

He laughed at your antics as you sprinted to the kitchen.

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When the cookies were done he helped you put them over a grid to cool down. You pulled out a pretty paper box and covered the bottom with a cute paper towel.

Hong extended his hand to grab a cookie but you were faster, grabbing his wrist 

"Babe, these are not for you" You said while trying to contain your smile

"What!? Are you kidding me, sweetie?" He said incredulous

"These," You began sorting them out while checking if any of them were damaged "are for Shinwon! You bragged so much about my cookies that he asked a box of them for his birthday!" You said with enthusiasm even though your boyfriend glared at you.

"Really? Shinwon? Can't believe my baby tricked me into baking cookies for Shinwon" he said sulking

"Oh come on Hong! We made them together! I bet they taste amazing with all the love we poured into it!"

"Whatever... You're lucky I love you. Tricking me like this..."

"Let me make it up to you" You said wrapping your arms around his waist, which he quickly reciprocated by wrapping his own arms around your shoulders. 

"Yeah? What will you do about it?" he said smirking, which received a light smack from you

"You dirty. Let me cook for you. Dinner's on me tonight"

"Ok sweetie, I'll be expecting a full-course meal! And cookies"

"Don't worry my sweet cookie monster, It'll be the best you've ever had!"

And even though you promised to make dinner, as the sweet gentleman he is, helped you prepare the food. Indeed the best thing that ever happened to you was Hongseok.

Extra: Shinwon liked the cookies so much that he talked about them for a whole two weeks, making all the Pentagon members crave them. All of them asked you to bake them some cookies (without Hongseok knowing since he would steal them), and even Yanan made you promise to bake him some when he came back to Korea

[cyncialwoo]

Lies Dipped in Rococo

-pairing: hyunggu x reader, huitaek x reader

-genre: angst, smut, rococo au, the progress of love???

-words: 7k words

-warnings: a bit of yelling,

-a/n: This one was in the works for a while. I might release a part two... if it goes well, and maybe separate endings. I just wanted to put something out there. I'm still active I swear!!! Thank you all for support!! >>Masterlist

Rococo is an art style, a lifestyle. Organically shaped and covered in gold and pastel colors. Putting an innocent tone over paintings that aren’t so innocent, for tea rooms where women gossip. The high life of the French. 

You sat in the tea room with the other ladies. You had on your best fake smile. You were the youngest out of all of them. Recently, you married the high priest. It was arranged, of course, but he was quite handsome. His name was Kang Hyunngu. Unlike your husband, you grew up in a noble lifestyle. He climbed his way to the top. 

You hummed at one of the lady’s comments. You weren’t listening to what she was saying. You were staring at the panties around the room. One caught your eye, a picture of naked figures on the sea with putti above them. 

“I see you like the painting I added to my collection.” She smiled at you. Her name was…. You could not seem to remember her first name. But her last name stuck out to you. You were still new to this group. Learning all of their names would take time.

“Ah yes, Mrs. Beaumont. What is the name of the painting?” You gained the attention of the ladies in the room. Most of them didn’t have an eye for art. You knew of some that would have their maids. 

“The Triumph of Venus by Francious Boucher.” She let out a slight smile while sipping her tea. You nodded back to her and let the conversation move elsewhere. 

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The piece stuck with you throughout the day. It could be because of the erotic nature of the painting. She had planned a day to go to the academy to look at the new pieces. You took care of most of the finances in the relationship. It was the only task that you had that wasn’t mundane.  

When you went to his office, he barely looked at you when the two of you were talking about taking over the finances. He replied with one word and pointed at the finance books. You didn’t know him too well at that time. He didn’t know you too well either. 

You picked up the books and looked back at him. He hadn’t looked up from his papers to see you out. It seemed that he did not have even a bit of interest in you. You didn’t talk to him much after you left his office that day. The two of you had never sat down and had a proper conversation. With you, he was reserved and you were the same with him. Neither of you would open up. 

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You had been home since the meeting at the Beaumonts' place. You were going over the spending for the month, what was in savings, and what were the allowances. You were in your own office, like a hermit. Most days you wouldn’t dare to come out ‘til supper. There was no reason to stroll, but now you wanted to explore art galleries. You were looking down at the finance book, how much money should be put away for artwork? How much did it cost to be a patron?

You could send a letter to some ladies, but you know how judgemental they are. You could ask your head maid to do some digging on others. You were reading about the art world, trying to get as much information as possible.

You had been alone for a while when someone entered the room. You didn’t pay it too much attention at first until a shadow had loomed over you. You looked up to meet the eyes of your husband. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you this late in my office?” You gave him a smile reaching out your hand. He took it and placed a small kiss. It was a flirty gesture you made at him, but a large smile reciprocated it. 

“I hope you will be this public for our upcoming ball.” You raised your eyebrows at his words. Hyunggu wasn’t a social type of person. 

“A ball? Us? We barely attend others, and you want me to host?” You added a bit of a playful tone in your voice even though the matter was serious. Your fake concern was seen, but not spoken on. Although it was true, you did not attend many balls when the two of you married. People didn’t see you and Hyunngy together outside in public often. This would be a first. “I was hoping for a change. I want to present our name as something grand. I am sure you can handle hosting”

You hummed for a bit. “I can handle hosting and planning, but can you handle all the aristocrats? They can be quite annoying.” No matter how much you wanted to add to a pet name, you held yourself back. He hadn’t gone that far with you, and you wouldn’t with him.

“I can’t wait to see how you pull it together. It is in a month. That should give you enough time.” He gave you one final smile before he left the room. He didn’t prolong the conversation, but you wanted him to. The conversation was a bit longer, and you thought you had kept the mood up. So why didn’t Hyunggu talk to you for just a little while longer? He seriously drove you crazy.

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You were busy the rest of the week trying to design some theme for your home and party. You were still hung up on the artistic style of rococo and decided to go with that as a theme. It was a new and upcoming style. It would make the two of you seem more stylish than you gave off. And you had to budget the whole ball plus the gowns. To you– that was the most important part of the event. It would probably cost more than the catering and cake. 

You knew one thing for certain, you were going to be locked inside your office for the rest of the day. 

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The ball rolled around, and you were exhausted from all the planning. You had your maids help her get ready, the dress, the makeup, the hair. There was a sense of pride when you walked downstairs and saw the array of flowers and colors of pastels. Some of the paintings that you ordered have come and were displayed. 

Your husband walked up to you, “It looks amazing such as you do.” You smiled. You felt flattered. 

“Thank you.” 

You sat on a couch sipping tea while watching your husband converse with others. It was a big party with a large guest list. You thought that you were in over your head inviting people that were of a higher class than you. Especially this one noble family. Their son was best friends with the prince. You didn’t expect them to arrive, but it still was a way to get your name out there. 

Your made rushed to you whispering in your ear that they had arrived. You jolted up, the excitement was too much. You followed the maid to where. You were too stunned to speak just follow. It felt like there was no possible way that this man could be in your house right now. 

You walked up to him, still beaming with excitement. “Nice to meet you, Mr Lee. Thank you for coming to my event tonight.” When you looked up at him you could feel your heart beating faster. He had a sweet puppy-like face and was too handsome. Now you were glad he came to your event. 

“Now that I’ve met you, I can say that I’ve come for a good cause.” He reached out his hand to your own slowly bending down to kiss it without making eye contact. There was heat in your cheeks. “Why don’t you show me around your lovely home?”  There was a look in his eye, something of interest. 

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You showed him around your house, ending up in your private library on a couch. The two of you were laughing. You had to say, he got some good conversation out of you. The more you two drank, the more handsy Hui had gotten. His hands hovering above your own and his eyes rarely broke contact with your own. You sucked in a breath before you took another sip of champagne. It had already been late when Hui arrived at the party, heavens knows what time it is now. 

The two of you were still in deep conversation when your maid slipped into the room looking a bit nervous. She tapped you on the shoulder. “Erm… I just wanted to (warn) tell you that your husband has been looking for you and is headed to the library. Most of the guests have left by now.” 

You brushed it off waving your hand in the air, “It’s probably about the clean-up and what to do next.” You had a smile on your face with a pink tint on your cheeks. It was Hyunggu and he didn’t talk much to you. He only spoke business because, technically, you were part of his business image. 

“Oh dear, does that mean I have to part ways with you already? I thought we were just getting started,” Hui added as he snuck his hand under your own and laid a kiss upon it once more. He had an enamored look in his eyes now like he got a taste of what he was looking for. 

The made to you two was once again a ghost, and nothing else existed but the sound of your voices and the heat between your bodies. The only thing that would break the trance would be two hands on your shoulders. Surprised, you looked behind you to find Hyunggu. “Oh, Dear! You have to meet my new friend. He says my home is lovely and–”

“I'm sure our home is lovely, you designed it after all, but shouldn’t I be the one to talk business with the man, I am the husband.” He didn’t leave much room for you to respond, tightening his grip on your shoulders. You spoke no more. 

“Ah, we should soon. Let’s make a date where I can come over again.” Hui had a smug look that anyone could mistake for liquor. But the way that Hui made a quick glance at you, made your heart skip a beat.

“You’re right. Tonight has already gone too far. I’ll walk you to the door.” Hui stood up and you watched him. Hyunggu had finally lifted his harsh grip from your shoulders. You stood up as well, but the men were already half out of the door. Hui looked back at you and gave you a wink with a soft smile. 

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You had returned to your room undressing, bathing, dressing, and slipping into bed with a book. Hui gave you a recommendation from your library, and you promised to read it. You had walked around the library with Hui before sitting down and talking. Hui was an observer, the way he watched you talk, and the way he examined the room. While the two of you walked around the book collection, he suddenly pulled out a book and gave it to you. You smiled to yourself holding the book to your chest. There was a knock at your door that interrupted your flashback– or shall I say daydream. “Come in.” You said in a soft voice to the person on the other side of the door. 

Hyunggu opened it, only now you were able to see his eyes. Angry, almost, but for a reason that you don’t know. You only turned to him to see who walked into your room, then turned back to your book. 

Your husband bored you and to you, whatever he was going to say would not make it any better, so you went back to your book. You heard him sigh, maybe it was the stress from hosting such a huge party. You flipped the page. 

“Do you have any shame?” Hyunggu said in a slightly irritated voice. It was clear he was trying to hold himself back, but the venom slipped through the cracks. 

“What?” You said now putting your book aside. You looked directly at him. 

“You disappear for half of the night into some secluded room, and you don’t think people will talk. Especially with that man’s ties with the prince?!” There was urgency in Hyunggu’s voice. He ran his hands through his hair. He was still angry, now you looked at him, analyzing him. He hadn’t changed from his attire from the part. He looked like he had been sweaty. You were sure it had been some time since Hyunggu walked Hui out the front door. So what had he been doing since then? 

Either way, he was coming for you, almost accusing you of adultery. Sure, you didn’t like Hyunggu as a husband, but you did have some respect for the man. “So this is about image? Because if it is–”

“It’s not about image it’s about the fact that my WIFE was gone half of the night and I didn’t even have an answer as to where you were. God, I had to ask your maid for an idea. The event went well if people weren’t asking for your appearance half of the damn time.”

“You don’t like me by your side if you mind me reminding you.”

“And when I did seem to find you when everyone else was gone, you were with a man. A man? What do you think about how he thinks of me now? So oblivious that I can allow my wife to slip away? “ He didn’t even hear your statement. He was ignoring you just blabbering on and then he got to the part about Hui’s glances. “He was looking you up and down undressing you with his eyes. In my house! He was thinking of undressing YOU. IN. MY. HOUSE.” 

“Have you been drinking, Hyunggu?” You said without giving too much thought to what was coming out of your mouth. You were starting to become concerned. 

“THATS NOT IMPORTANT.” Hyunggu was pacing around the room now. He was in over his head angry. A part of you was scared. This normally quiet man of your husband was now yelling in your bedroom. 

“I think you need to calm down.” You said with a little more urge in your voice. You were ready for him to leave and didn't know how to calm Hyunggu down. He was still walking back and forth when you got up from your bed walking toward him. You cupped his face, “You need to calm down.” You spoke softly to him, looking into his eyes. “Okay?” He looked back in yours before he ripped his face out of your grasp, and stormed out of the room slamming the doors. 

You didn’t sleep that night, the book acted as a source of comfort.

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You had been avoiding meeting hyunggu ever since the incident in your room. Dinner was the only time that you couldn’t escape from him. Neither of you had spoken either. You avoided eye contact from him, or read your book at the dinner table. 

You awaited Hui’s return, but perhaps he did not mean it when he said he would visit again. You spent your time in your drawing room, embroidering, reading, painting, and anything to pass the time. Going on strolls in the garden behind your house was your new favorite pastime. It felt more and more empty with every day, and you asked for more flowers and asked for more statues. You needed something more than an empty garden.   

You searched for some type of fulfillment for your boredom. You frequented as many teas and balls as you could in hopes of running into Hui again. Especially at balls, since you had met him on your own. It was a new move trying to go to all of the events of the social season since you weren’t that high of a noble. You needed the connections, so you had the ball in the first place, but you didn’t see much of a chance moving up in the ranks. 

You did get the attention of many of the lady’s husbands, which got you somewhere in mentioning your husband. Even though you were not interested in Hyunggu as much, you still had to stick by him. Who else was going to support your endeavors in art? You could think of one person but still could not find him anywhere.

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You were getting ready for another ball you frequented with or without your husband. Sometimes Hyunggu would “tag along” for the connections that were there. This ball in particular, Hyunggu did not fancy it at all. You didn’t hear anything from the staff about him getting ready or wanting to go.

You left your estate feeling free since there wouldn’t be someone’s (hyunggu’s) eyes on you all night. You walked into the ball, the lights were dim creating a sense of ambiance. You wandered about most of the ball. You weren’t much of a dancer, but more of a socialite. 

You were laughing with one of the ladies you usually have tea with when someone tapped you on the shoulder. You turned yourself around and met Hui’s eyes. You curtsied to him, and he took your hand again to kiss it. His lips left a small fire burning on your hand for the rest of the night. “I have not seen you in so long.” You smiled up at him. You wanted to say that you missed him, but it felt like too much. 

“I am not an easy man to come across.” He had a sly look on his face as if he had won something. He held onto your hand escorting you somewhere more quiet, like before. You could tell he liked his privacy. 

“I can tell, you never called when you say you would.” You remarked in a slightly pouty tone. You would not give him too much, not yet at least. “At this point, you are just... teasing” You looked up into his eyes looking for something, and was met with a soft smile. 

“I did not think even if I were to call, that your husband would accept it. I am glad you felt the same way I have.” His hands lingered on yours, holding them. The two of you were outside in the garden. The sky was clear and full of stars. 

“What feeling do we share?” You asked inching towards him. The moonlight only made him look more dreamy. 

“The feeling of something igniting every time your skin touched. The passion.” His hands holding your upper arm. “That is why you were looking for me again, is it not?”

“You looked down at your own hands, “That is why. I do miss your company and our conversation. Which is why I wish you could visit me in my garden. It is empty, almost like my house. Like my heart when you are not next to me.” 

He tucked a hair behind your ear as an excuse to hold your face. “Then I will meet you in that garden.” He leaned in to kiss you, and it was soft. You leaned more into him grabbing him by his waist, and he grabbed you by yours in return. You smiled into the kiss, as he ran his hands up into your hair. 

He pushed you up against the wall, as the two of you became breathless. His hands were still in your hair tugging at it making the kiss deeper. He pulled away after a few moments trying to catch his breath. “We both can’t continue this here nor today.” Hui was looking down at the ground. His hands were on his hips as he thought of a solution to both of your dilemmas. “I shall have to visit your garden sometime…” Hui said, looking at you with a smile. 

“We should get back to the ball now before we are missed.” You replied and linked your arm with his. The two of you walked back to the ball to enjoy the rest of your night dancing and talking with Hui. You enjoyed his company more than Hyunggu’s. You felt like you had known Hui for an entire lifetime. 

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You spent more and more time in the garden. New flowers were blossoming, and your statues came in. There was one you put on a pedestal– an angel. He looked like he was sitting and had a finger in front of his mouth hushing. Two other statues sat on the ground. They were angels, one hugging the other. You smiled to yourself proud of the way you had decorated the garden, but it was missing something.  The trees around your garden looked overgrown. The biggest tree had a branch that seemed to curl into itself. You couldn’t put to your mind what you were missing just yet. You walked around more of your garden seeing where else you could put statues. You had a thing for putti, the little devious angles that were found everywhere. It was too cute and fitting for Hyunggu’s job. 

You smiled to yourself looking over at your garden one last time. You turned to head back to your estate when your maid ran to you with a letter in her hand. “A.. Letter… from Marquis Lee.” As soon as those words left her mouth you beamed and ran to her to retrieve the letter. Your two dogs barked in the back of her. One was a brown and white cocker spaniel who was perfectly groomed and a Coton de Tulear, who was more energetic. Coco, who was the white puppy, and Ava, who was the brown and white puppy both ran up to you before you could get your hands on the letter. You giggled playing with the puppies, for a moment before making sure to take the letter and shove it into a pocket of your dress for safekeeping. You continued to run around the garden playing fetch with the puppies. 

You had been out there for somewhat of an hour when you felt someone’s eyes on you. You turned around to see Hyunngu leaning on a pole of your veranda. He had a soft smile for a moment before he got caught. He made his way towards you, and you called the dogs to your side as you walked to meet up with him. “Did you need my presence?” You said as you curtseyed a little at him.

“No, but you can say it was missed. You are usually inside.” Hyunggu said as he looked around at your backyard. It had changed since the last time he had been back here. It bloomed with your taste and creativity. He allowed himself to smile, admiring what you did to the place. “I think I know what your garden is missing… I shall order it and have it installed.”

“I already have more statues on the way,” you said. You guessed earlier that the garden missed more statues. Your garden needed a story of itself to tell, and to you, statues would fix that. 

Hyunggu chuckled a little, “No not that. Something else. Exotic, but I think you will enjoy it.” He nodded to himself before looking down at the two pups following you. “Seems that you liked my wedding gifts as well.” He felt proud of himself with that one. 

“I have grown attached to them, yes.” You answered Hyunngu bending down to ruffle Coco’s soft white furr. Dogs were often a gift in marriage as a symbol of loyalty. Given to a woman for the expectation of her loyalty. You knew that and so did he. Coco and Ava were a symbol of what you were meant to be as a woman. Sometimes you loved them but hated them for the reason they were here. “I shall see you at dinner,” you said with a smile and a curtsey to excuse yourself. Once again, you called the dogs after you while heading inside. It was time to read your letter.

And write a new one you would send in secret.

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You almost fell asleep at your desk with all of the drafts you had written to Hui. You wanted to sound smart and eloquent, but you could not seem to get the right tone down. You groaned in frustration, throwing yourself back in your chair. His words were so sweet and rolled off the page like melting wax with a cherry scent. How could you ever match up with that? How could you make him feel like he’d be melting off of a small piece of paper?

In the back of the garden, there lies a pathway leading to a woman with her angel of a child. Next to her is a pedestal of our own, where our love can grow taller than any tree in my garden. We will make the flora around us bloom continuously. 

At the end, you signed your name. You wished to meet him there in that spot, on that same pedestal. You wished to steal another kiss from his soft lips and feel the way he held you. You found yourself with your hands in your hair, soothing it and slightly tugging on it just the way he did. Your hands trailed to your lips, brushing your fingers across them softly. A smile fell upon your lips reminiscing the one kiss you shared with him, that made every fiber of your body burn even a couple of days after. You leaned back in your chair sighing from the satisfaction of your daydream. You stayed like that for moments upon a time, just thinking how it would be if Hui could have courted you. When you were satisfied with the tiny scenarios you opened your eyes. You still needed to seal the letter that sat on your desk. You melted the wax and bored it onto the folded paper before you pressed the wax seal on it. It was your old one– before you were associated with Hyunggu. It was personal and just… you. Just you and him. 

You hid the letter you had written for Hui in between a textbook, for safekeeping. The one he wrote you needed a special place in your room. You could go shopping the next day for boxes, but for now, the best place to keep the letter would be close to you. You crawled into bed, taking the letter with you, sliding into the covers, and sliding the letter under your pillow. 

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You sat at the dining table dressed up ready to go get some more writing supplies along with a box for yourself. Something about it just made you feel so giddy about the idea of getting to exchange letters with Hui back and forth. Even though you prefer to speak to him face-to-face letters would have to do. You wouldn’t want Hyunngu to become as frustrated as he was the night of the ball. Nor would Hyunggu ever let Hui set foot on his property. Letters were still personal, but not as intimate. 

Hyunggu had been acting differently since the night he came into your room. He had been softer in a way, and trying to connect with you more. He would try and match up the time the two of you had meals, he would try to meet you in the library acting as if he needed a book, and the way he came in the garden the day before. The gift he mentioned, you wondered why he would possibly want to get you a gift and what even was the gift. Hyunggu was still three-quarters of a mystery to you. You broke fast talking with your maid about what stores you wanted to visit, and if there was anything new that you had not seen before. 

Hyunggu walked into the room, and you quieted down in front of him. You looked up to see him smiling so early in the morning. He walked up to you to where you were sitting, “I am going to have something being installed today. You are going to be out today, correct?” 

You nodded at him replying, “I am.” You took another bite of your food to postpone talking to him. Hyunggu stared down at you a small smile still on his lips. You looked up at him, there was something more that he wanted to say to you or wanted to do. You noticed the way his fingers twitched at the side of him. “So I suppose you better have it installed before I come home. So I should take my time out today.” 

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You hadn’t checked the garden to see what was installed when you came home, not when you received another letter so fast. The rest of the afternoon was sent in your room drafting yet another letter. The day had gone by so fast that by the time you looked outside your window, it was already late at night and there was no use to go outside. Hui had mentioned how he would come by soon to that pedestal and how your love story would grow. 

There was a knock at your door in the middle of the night. You had called your maid to come retrieve the letter and have it sent off as soon as possible. Hyunggu peered his head through the door before a sound could come out of your mouth. You coughed a bit slipping the letter under other documents and books. You plastered a fake smile on your face sitting with your legs crossed. You were leaning against your desk wearing only a nightgown. Hyunggu let himself in your room, “You never visited the garden today… Did you catch something while you were out in town?” His head tilted to the side as he walked closer towards you. “You did not eat dinner either. I was worried about you.” Hyunggu’s hand fell upon your cheek and traveled to your chin lifting it. 

You cleared your throat once more. “I apologize, when I came home I was feeling too well. I retreated to my room for some rest. I hope you were not offended.” Hyunggu smiled. His hand left your chin and went up to your forehead. His other hand went up to his. 

“You do feel a bit warm. Shall I call our  physician?” You shook your head slightly. You could not be more of a bother to him, nor did you seek his attention. You used to try everything to get him to look at you. You had suspected that this had something to do with Hui. Ever since Hyunggu found you in the library smiling, laughing, and talking with Hui, something inside Hyunggu flipped. Hyunggu visiting you in the middle of the night is rare. He did visit you a few times on the topic of financial matters, but nothing more than business. “Alright,” He replied letting his hands fall to his side. “But you should rest nonetheless, so you can feel better in the morning. I will be there to break your fast with you as well.”  Hyunggu leaned in to kiss your temple before leaving your room. 

You felt stunned by the sudden affection from your husband. You touched the place he kissed on your forehead. You bit your lip and called in your maid to give her the letter. Your sentences were short, telling her to send the letter out and that you would spend the entire day outside tomorrow. When she left you could barely fall asleep drumming your fingers in your chest. Your head played back to the kiss on your forehead from Hyunggu, then to the kiss you shared with Hui in the garden.  

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The next morning felt brighter than the rest. You would find a surprise in the garden, and hopefully have a surprise visit from your so-called lover. The day was quiet and bright with a subtle breeze flowing through an open window. You had eaten with Hyunggu earlier that morning, and you could still not get over how he smiled at you. He held your hand and walked you to the garden that bright morning. 

He showed you the swing, tied by a thick rope into the three. It was gold with a velvet seat. It almost looked like a throne he got only for you. Hyunggu had lifted you from your waist to sit you in the swing. He held his hands in yours gripping the rope and pulling you back on the swing. He pushed the two of you forward. It felt like a moment that could be frozen and displayed for eternity. The way you flew through the air was a different type of magic. The sound of his laughter rang in your ears. He sounded so pure, so childlike. It was different from the way you knew him before. Everything had changed so fast in such little time. You two stayed in that moment that could have been taken out of a fairytale before a butler called him into the house to work on some matters. He caught the swing to slow it down so you could get off. He helped you off, holding your hand and giving it a peck before bidding you adieu. 

A pinch of guilt was felt in your stomach, the feeling that you betrayed Hyunggu. Even though your vows weren’t genuine, they still existed. You strolled through the garden, fingertips grazing the blooming petals around you. The way Hyunggu kissed you by your hand, took you aback to the way Hui kissed your hand. And soon enough, you were thinking of the way he kissed your lips. Flashes of scenes of the past two to three weeks ran through your mind. You sat and thought on a ledge of a wall. You closed your eyes to feel the breeze and the way the sun made parts of your skin tingle and warm. The sun felt like there was a second embrace hugging you and comforting you through your thoughts. The warmth helped with the loneliness that you felt, till the warmth was gone and you were cast in a shadow. 

You opened your eyes slowly, slightly afraid of what your eyes would meet as soon as they were introduced to the outside world. Hui whispered softly, “I know this wasn’t the place we were supposed to meet, but I hope you don’t mind.” You smiled and scooted over patting a seat for Hui to sit.

“I don’t mind at all. I am grateful you saved me from loneliness on this beautiful day.” You laid your head on his shoulder, your smile growing by the seconds. The two of you were deep in the garden of your estate, hidden by the numerous flowers around you. The sweet aroma of the flora filled the two of you with romance. Hui had an arm around you, and his other holding your hand. “I read the book you recommended to me.” You said in a soft whisper.

“Do you think I have good taste?” The arm over your shoulder drew circles on your forearm. The two of you were looking ahead as if there was nowhere else to look, nothing else to do, and nothing more to say. 

“I think we both know the answer to that question”. You laughed a little, letting your eyes crease, relaxing and acting naturally with Hui. You turned your head to look at him and gave him a small peck on his cheek. The creases on the corner of his eyes soon mirrored your own. He leaned down trying to give you a proper kiss. Being playful, you quickly switched out your lips for a flower before running off. You threw the flower to the side once Hui realized what was touching his lips. You were on your feet, running around the garden while Hui sprung off of his seat behind you to chase you. The sounds of your giggles filled the air as Hui continued to catch up with you. He tackled you into a patch of grass, he nuzzled into your neck starting to peck you. Hui attacked you with kisses all over your face and neck while you squealed trying to escape him. 

The rest of the day went by quickly with mostly chatting, soft touches, and short kisses. It was a fever dream, an idea that you could escape your marriage in your magical garden. You had dinner with Hyunggu that night barely looking up to meet his face. There was guilt that beat the smile off of your face. You stared down at your food, watching it slowly get cold. You also couldn’t bring yourself to hold the fork to your mouth, not in his presence. “Was there something I did that was wrong today? I’m sorry that I could not stay outside with you. And because of that interruption, I have some news for you. I will have to leave the estate for some business out of state for a while– I shouldn’t be too long. Three weeks to a month.” You looked at him blankly, not knowing what to say. “I know this is a lot and sudden.”

There was nothing you could think to say to him. Guilt began to fill your mouth, trying to force its way out. “It is, I hope it goes well.” A nice quick reply would do for now. You didn’t mind him being gone when he was barely there initially. Only just recently did he start making an appearance in your life. Still, Hyunggu had the title of your husband, and that was enough to make you feel a bit of guilt. 

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By the next day, Hyunngu was packed up and gone from the estate. You made the most of the time having the place to yourself. More talks in the garden lead to talks in the library and many things behind closed doors. Carelessness filled your head as you let Hui inside your room, for a break from the sun. Really, it was so that you wouldn’t sweat under the layers of clothing when he touched you. You could be free from worry, and clothing. Hui held your face kissing you with passion he had not shown you before. He had nothing to hide anymore, not his passion for you. You held his shoulders for support as he kissed down to your neck trying to pry open your bodice. You helped him take off your dress, smiling and giggling with him. Hui took care of himself as you got comfortable on the bed. Who knew sex could be so fun when you add a bit of passion and the joy of eating the forbidden fruit? Hui’s lips were on you in an instant, his hand on your thigh soothing it. He made room for himself in between your legs, while his kisses trailed down your body. He worshiped you, every inch of your skin was left on fire after his kisses. When his face reached your heat he looked up at you. Hui’s eyes were glistening by the candlelight. “May I, my dear?”, he asked licking his lips.

“You may,” was all you needed to say before his lips were attached to your clit lapping and kissing like he wasn’t going to be able to do this again. His hands squeezed at your thighs, to keep you from closing in on him. His breath was hot against your cunt, as he gasped for air. You moaned as you felt his tongue enter you. You grasped his hair, whimpering as he sped up this pace. You were so close to your release, holding onto your sheets for dear life as your legs shook. You came with a screech, closing your legs around Hui’s head. He continued to lap up your cum, rubbing his thumb on your inner thigh. Your breathing was heavy as you ran your hand through your hair. 

     Hui detached himself from you, only to kiss you. He was murmuring something you couldn’t hear. You could feel Hui’s hard against your thigh. You helped guide him towards your entrance, needy for what more pleasure he would bring you. He pushed in with a deep kiss on your lips. He was slow at first so you could get used to him. He pulled back to look at you, and you stared at him with all of your combined beauty. You pulled him into a kiss with such passion urging him to quicken his pace. Hui bit at your lip pulling it while he quickened his pace. You could feel him drawing near as he began to let out moans of pleasure. You kissed his neck biting it and sucking at it trying to draw him closer. Hui came with a shaky moan, falling on top of you and leaving small kisses. The rest of the afternoon was a blur. 

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You had been so caught up in your new love affair, that Hyunggu was coming home sooner than expected. The house seemed buzzing, with gossip about the past week and preparations. You tried to control as much of the gossip as you could. It was bad that you only felt guilty after the fact that you had done something. Your maid had come with a letter from Hui, and you rushed to put it in a chest that you kept. This whole ordeal made you nervous, even though you had put yourself in a hole. You barely loved Hyunggu, so what was this sinking feeling in your chest? You waited in your room for Hyunggu to arrive home. You cross-stitched until there was a knock at your bedroom door. You opened it to see Hui smiling back at you looking a bit frantic. You hadn’t read the letter he sent you earlier. Moments later you heard the commotion of unpacking in the house.