#hyungjun x reader

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STEP ONE: MAKE OUT

genre. fluff. small misunderstanding so ig a tiny bit of angst? warnings. making out (first time i've ever written it properly so i hope it's okay) but not rly suggestive. misunderstanding bcuz junhan is introverted to the extreme. fairly new relationship. pairing. junhan x fem!reader. wc. 1.6k. request. requested by anon: can i req a junhan angst/fluff where the reader feels upset bc junhan doesn't show much affection so he makes up for it to her? a/n. wrote all of this in the car and half of it was while i was literally falling asleep BUT NONETHELESS I THINK IT SLAYED AT LEAST I HOPE IT DID AND SOSOSOOOO EXCITED TO BE WRITING MORE FOR XDH HEHE <3

No one had prepared you for this. Not Gunil, not Jooyeon, not even Hyungjun’s own mom. You had thought you knew Hyungjun pretty well, though you were still fairly early in the relationship. You were familiar with all of his habits and behaviours; the way he liked his coffee, what time he woke up and went to sleep, his night time routine and the sort. You were just getting to the point where you were staying over at the dorms a bit more regularly, enough to call it your second home by now. You enjoyed hanging out with the members and took pride in the fact that Hyungjun would always pick you in a room full of his best friends. 

But in all your time, you had never seen Hyungjun completely shut himself in his room all day. You saw him briefly in the kitchen at breakfast, but only when he was on his way to take his food back to his room. He ate alone for all 3 meals yesterday, and this morning seemed to be following the same trend. You were shocked, and even starting to wonder if you had done something. What had him needing to spend so much time in his room? Did he not want to hang out with you? 

Hyungjun had always been extremely introverted; you knew that. It was one of the things you liked about him, enjoying his patience and calmness compared to past horrific dating experiences. You felt that when you two were together, you didn’t have to worry too much about the future, but just stay in the moment together. He helped get your mind off of things.

But the space and silence that you usually enjoyed was starting to make you overthink. It was too much space and too much silence, and you were almost certain that if you went another day without seeing, talking to, hugging, and kissing your boyfriend you would go insane. Unlike yesterday when you hadn’t tried to get his attention, you had been trying to get his attention to make plans for the weekend all day. Given how all of your efforts had been unsuccessful so far, you were starting to think that he just didn’t want to talk to you at all for some reason. 

Every time you tried to strike a conversation with him, it would end as fast as it started. That was if you could even find Hyungjun in the first place. Once he disappeared from your sight, you had no idea where he went. He left the dorms several times without telling you, and you had gotten disappointed every time you thought he would be in his room, only to find it utterly empty. 

Whatever was on his mind, he seemed extremely busy with avoiding your very existence, and to be honest, it hurt. 

You decided that you had finally had enough. You were going to get his attention no matter what, even if you had to drag him away from a task. And weekend plans aside, you just frankly missed Hyungjun at this point. After dinner, you followed him on his way back to his room. As he flopped on his bed, you stood in the doorway, a small frown etched on your face. You weren’t even sure how to bring it up. You had never really had to talk about anything like this with Hyungjun before. What if it really was something you did? 

You knew how your exes would react; probably by calling you entitled and needy, or that you were making it all up entirely. But Hyungjun wasn’t like your exes— he was better than all of them combined, and was far more considerate than they could ever dream to be. You had no reason to be scared— as long as you hadn’t done something you weren’t aware of, Hyungjun wouldn’t make up excuses to ignore you. He would always tell you the truth, right?

“Did I do something?” You asked quietly. You didn’t sound mad at all, just confused, hoping that Hyungjun would catch onto what you were talking about in case you really did do something.

He looked up at you, blinking those curious eyes a few times before his eyebrows furrowed, “Did you?” You couldn’t see his facial expression too well thanks to his long bangs concealing most of his face. You sucked in a breath at the non-answer and hoped that he wasn’t glaring at you.

“I’m just confused because you’ve seemed kind of… distant lately. Today and yesterday too…” You trailed off, walking a bit further into the room to try to see his reaction better, hoping you’d be able to gauge whether this topic was worth pursuing further or if it would just end with both of you upset at each other.

“Oh… Did I?”

You nodded, “I know we aren’t the most affectionate couple, but… you haven’t hugged or kissed me for days... And every time I tried to get your attention today, you kept switching the subject. I barely saw you after this morning because you shut yourself in your room or were mysteriously out of the house. Is- Is everything okay?” You asked carefully, trying your best to not make it come off as if you were blaming him. 

“Did I really do… all that?” He sounded genuinely shocked, “Shit I’m so sorry, Y/n. I didn’t even think about how much I’d talked to you today or yesterday, my brain was so overloaded...” You felt a weight lift off your shoulders at his response. So it wasn’t either of your fault.

“Jun!” You scolded and smacked his arm lightly, “You really got me overthinking everything I did today. I thought I upset you somehow— you’ve never ignored me that much in a day.” You confessed, a lot more at ease now that he had cleared your worries.

“I’m sorry! I think I was just preoccupied with comeback preparations… The new songs are fun, but also hard. I keep thinking about my riff and- I don’t know, I just want the performance to be perfect, you know? But… Can I make it up to you?” He asked sweetly and you raised an eyebrow, wondering what he had in mind. 

When he reached over to tug you down onto the bed, you gasped. Hyungjun was rarely bold with physical affection. Most of his hugs and kisses were delivered at predictable times, and only lasted for a few seconds due to his own shy demeanour. You adored how flustered he got around you— found it adorable— but this Hyungjun was completely different; one you had never seen before. Not only had he pulled you onto his lap, but his lips were on your neck before you even had time to say anything.

You had only made out with him once since you had started dating, and neck kisses were far bolder of a move than you expected from him. They were sweet pecks placed to whatever skin he could reach, and once he had you situated so that you were facing him, he dove in to taste your lips as well. You closed your eyes and eagerly kissed him back. If this was the Hyungjun that you got from expressing your disappointment that he had been ignoring you, you would gladly take it every day.

He held your waist, one hand squeezing your hip as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue tentatively past your lips. Though the action was bold, you could tell how nervous he was trying something new like that. It felt good, though. Really good. Your tongues intertwined softly, and you could taste all of Hyungjun. You had always been addicted to the taste of his lips since you shared your first kiss, but this was completely different, and one hundred times more addicting. 

You were breathless by the time you pulled away, unsure of how long you had been kissing him, but absolutely certain that you wanted more. Your boyfriend seemed to share the same sentiment, as his lips lingered on the side of your lips, pressing gentle kisses there while he caught his breath as well.

“I didn’t know you had that in you…” You commented, still breathing a bit heavier. As soon as your boyfriend heard your words, he buried his head in your neck and you giggled. There was your shy Hyungjun back.

“I didn’t either… Just felt so bad… Didn’t want you to think I was ignoring you…” He mumbled cutely, and you cooed. Your fingers were still tangled in his hair, but you let one drop from his locks and pushed his chin up so he was looking at you.

“Did I ever tell you… that you’re a really good kisser?” You whispered with a giggle. Hyungjun grinned, though his cheeks were bright red; whether from your compliment or leftover from the heated kiss— you weren’t sure.

“You too.” He said back, leaning forward to taste your lips again. You could tell there was barely any nervousness this time, as he didn’t waste time in pulling you closer to him and pouring all his passion into the kiss. 

You had yet to say those 3 precious words to him, but you were absolutely positive that after tonight there were no other words to encapsulate your feelings towards Hyungjun. You were in love with him, and your heart was practically shouting that he was the only one for you… for the rest of your life.

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NSFW Alphabet | Junhan/Han Hyeongjun

Junhan/Han Hyeongjun | WC: 1.6k Genre: smut Summary: nsfw alphabet game thing Warnings: this is just. PURE filth. I'm sorry. (No im not). NOT proofread, just straight up rambles. Light kink stuff, knife play mention but not descriptive at all. Uhhh subby junhan at the end, sorry if that's not ur thing >,< A/N: X is excluded bc i will Not be writing about him in that kind of detail <3 Thank u anonie for requesting this one too <3 ALSO these just keep getting longer... sorry but not sorry...?

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

The sweetest angel ever frfr but I think he’d end up laying there just needing to catch his breath for a second, so he’d let his fingers trail up and down your arms so he could remind you that he’s still there and feeling good, just out of it for a second.

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

Let’s be so for real right now, he loves his fingers… watching them trail over your body and tease you, or watching them disappear inside you and make you whine and beg… yeah. Yeah. 

On his partner, I think he’s very much someone who likes the little things. What I mean by that is he’d take such notice of how your wrists looked and felt in his hands, how soft the inside of your thighs are, what parts of your neck made you whine when he kissed there…

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Don’t hate me… I don’t think he’s a big cum guy. He doesn’t seem the messy type or the breeding kink type to me. It’s more about the feeling of being with you than it is coming inside you or on you.

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

Is it really a dirty secret if it’s not that secret… collars. Not only does he look So good in them but he loves using them too… mutual pulling on each others collar and/or leash? I need to take a walk.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s not exactly the Sex King but he knows what he’s doing, for sure. He knows what he likes and he knows what you like, and he doesn’t hold back.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This goes back to the collar thing, doggy would be fun so he could yank on you a little, be it with the collar or with your hair in his fist. AND!! AND AND AND!!! Thigh fucking <3 teasing the both of you by only using your thighs when your sitting in his lap or pushed against a wall <3

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

More serious than goofy, for sure. He’s not going to pass up a chance to be giggly with you, of course, but he’s a man who knows what he wants.

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

As always, I keep it simple: natural but well groomed king <3

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It’s not that he’s not romantic. He is and he can be, but the level of intimacy with him is something that goes far beyond romance. He’s not going to be whispering about how much he loves you over and over (even though he absolutely does!), he’s going to be breathing heavily and grabbing you, marking you and reminding you that you’re his.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcannon)

And if I say he gets off from edging himself over and over, then what? Depriving himself just a touch until he’s shaking and can’t take it anymore until he comes and shakes and ends up laying there for a minute after, the aftershocks sending shivers up and down his spine while he twitches in his hand

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Again, collaring, but also hair pulling… not even during sex itself but foreplay as well! Grabbing your hair and pulling it to make you look at him, just yanking at it to make you whine and gasp out… AND ALSO! Shibari. <3

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

At home, always. BUT! Not necessarily in bed every time… over the dining room table, the arms of the couch, his desk, the kitchen counter, against a wall, anywhere he wants you.

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

Knowing he owns you and you trust him is something that he not only loves outside of sex but gets him going for sure. The fact that you can be at his mercy if he asked and you trust him to make you feel good even if it involves a lot of teasing or some pain makes him so needy

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

I’ll touch on this again later but he’s not into pegging… follow me on this. He doesn’t get much from it which is why he doesn’t love it, but he’s for sure thought about it.

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

He’s a hair puller, of course he loves getting head where he can move you at whatever pace he wants. Guiding your mouth up and down his cock slowly to tease himself, making you look up at him while he’s in your mouth… 

Giving wise, it’s not that he won’t, but it’s not at the top of the list of things he loves. Don’t get me wrong, he loves using his mouth on you, but there are other things he loves a little more.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

A bit of both. Hear me out. Slow but not sensual. Where he’d do it more to be a tease, pushing all the way in you before pulling almost all the way out, taking his time so you feel every inch of him. At the same time, fast but not rough. Curling his fingers inside you, still moving his fingers after you come so he could overstimulate you… yeahhh…

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not going to say no if you’re really desperate, but he loves foreplay, so he’ll never initiate one himself.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes but also no… he isn’t the biggest kinkster in regards to extremes, but he’d be open to things that weren’t things you couldn’t come back from. What I mean is like, instead of knife play, he’d use a frozen credit card, instead of handcuffs he’d use silk or something he could easily yank off if you weren’t feeling it anymore.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He comes twice, always. Not back to back, of course, but one isn’t enough for him. Three is too much, but getting to come twice is perfect.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Now… again, follow me on this. He gives switch vibes, in the sense of dom/sub, despite leaning more towards dom to me. Still, I think in those subby moments, he would love to have you hold a vibrator against him, or use a cock ring, or even a chastity cage, albeit very rarely,

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease, but not during. Like I said, he’s huge on foreplay. Moving his fingers up and down your inner thighs but never touching you, biting the soft, sensitive skin where he had just touched, pretending not to hear your begs… he’s so the type to say “Hm? What was that?” whenever you beg for him to stop teasing and touch you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Growly boy… not on purpose and not to be or do anything, but just because the feeling of you around him drives him crazy and he loses himself.

W = Wild card (a random headcannon for the character)

This is the part I’ve been waiting for… switch Junhan. But let’s talk about his subby side, since this has been mostly about his dom side… I am subby Junhan shooter #1… It’s rare, sure, but not nonexistent. He isn’t into calling his partner “Mommy” or anything, but he’s absolutely not opposed to saying things like “Mistress”… he’d be SO whiny too, squirming every time you’d teasingly run your nails up and down his cock, barely touching him… the way he’d gasp out little “please”s and “m-more”… GODDD I know he’s SO pretty when he cries too… overstimulated but needy, lost to everything but your touch... The way he’d bite his lip so hard trying to hold back and listen to you, the way his hips would rut and buck trying to get any kind of touch… the way he’d be so whiny if you laughed at him… someone stop me before I go insane. 

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

Ahem… anyways. He’s not gonna be begging for it every day, he can take care of himself if he really has to, but anywhere from 2-3 times a week if he’s feelin it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He’s a sleepy boy… if he was domming, he’d make sure you were both okay, hydrated and clean before he’s out, but if he’s being a sub… he’s out like a light switch the second the scene is over. Not because of any negative reason!! He’d just be so fucked out and safe with you that he’d be out like a light, waking up slightly when you cleaned him off so he could thank you and whisper his love confessions to you.

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So Close, Yet So Far

Pairing: Oh Seungmin (O.De) x afab! reader

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Wordcount ≈ 1.6k 

Warnings: angst, some like depressive thoughts

Genre/AU: Angst, college/university AU, non-idol au, 

Summary: Falling in love is supposed to be something beautiful, so why does it hurt so much?

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Seungmin’s POV

Enthralled by the sight in front of me, I sat as if in a trance just staring. I probably looked like a creep. But I just couldn’t remove my eyes. I could barely blink, afraid I would something. It was captivating. I became emerged in the moment, daydreaming of being a part of it. 

“Hey, Seungmin. Yo, man? Hello? You there?” I shook my head, ending my trance. I blinked a couple times in confusion to comprehend the situation. “Huh, oh, yeah. What’s up man?” Jiseok, my best friend, sat down beside me out in the courtyard. “Dude, you were totally staring. You gotta stop it, people are beginning to talk about how weird you are for just zoning out and staring like that all the time. You should be happy that no one else knows what, or who, you are staring at,” I let out a deep sigh before lowering my gaze to the ground, huh one of my shoelaces are untied I should fix that. “I know, it’s not like I think about it. It kind of just happens. I can’t help it that my eyes always seem to find her wherever I am,” Jiseok put his hand on my shoulder lightly squeezing in a somewhat comforting way. “Seung, this isn’t healthy. Come on,” “where are we going Seok?” “We, are going to meet up with the others and we’re going to have fun to take your mind of, all this,” I tried to give him a smile, but my muscles just weren’t cooperating with me, no matter how much I tried I couldn’t bring myself to smile. “Okay, let me just fix my shoelace,” As I bent down to retie my shoelace my eyes once again fell upon the same place as a minute before but now I found that bench empty, void of the one my eyes searched for. With one more deep sigh I stood up, grabbed my bag and walked away with Jiseok beside me. Maybe this is for the best, maybe distance and distractions are what I need. 

15 minutes later I found myself in Gunil’s parent’s garage where our little group of friends usually hang out. So far it was Gunil, Jiseok and I there. Jungsu, Hyungjun and Jooyeon were gonna be here in a couple minutes. I slouched down on one of the armchairs, how come life had to be so hard. Why are you so cruel? Was I asking too much? 

“YOOOO, Jooyeon in the houseeee!” And there he was, the maknae of out group, also the most energetic one - well most of the time at least. After Jooyeon came Jungsu and Hyungjun who both were much calmer - maybe because those two are introverted while the rest of us are extroverted. Jungsu took a seat in the armchair beside mine. “Hey Seungmin, how are you feeling?” Everyone sat down in their preferred spots and quieted down to hear my answer. “Like crap. I just want to like rip my heart out or something,” “Look, I kind of know what you are going through. Remember Yunhee? I was so in love with her but she rejected me, publicly, you know in front of the entire school. I thought she liked me too, but I was very wrong. However, I hadn’t known her as long as you’ve known (Y/n). So I don’t know exactly what you’re going through but we are here for you. I know you’re hurting but you’re not alone,” I looked toward Gunil with teary eyes.

“Seeing her everyday just hurts so much. I know she’s happy with him and I should be happy for her but god damn it hurts not having her. Knowing I created this cliff that drives us apart. I just want her back, I just want my friend back. My mom called yesterday asking if (Y/n) had talked about how we would celebrate christmas, if we were going to their house or to ours. Mom forgot that I told her that (Y/n) and I aren’t friends anymore. Do you know how much it hurt hearing my mom ask that? Every christmas prior to this one I’ve spent with my family and (Y/n) along with her family. But now, because of me, our parents can’t be friends anymore. I didn’t only ruin things for myself but for my parents as well,” “Seungmin, it might feel weird but technically, your parents and (Y/n)’s could still hang out but the two of you might not want to be there for now. Maybe in the future you can go back to your old ways. You never know,” “I guess you’re right,” Jun Han, always the one to bring in these nuanced thoughts, “But, I don’t know if I will ever loose these feelings. She’s my first love, I mean it’s been almost two months since I last texted with her but my feelings are just as strong,” “Hey, it’s okay. Feelings are complex, we’re not supposed to understand them all the time. Just remember that we’re here for you, okay? And if you really don’t want to risk seeing (Y/n) over christmas, then come celebrate it with my family and me.” “Thanks Seok, I’ll think about it. Thank you guys,” For the first time in a while I could conjure up a tiny smile, although the smile did nothing to conceal the dead and empty look in my eyes as I felt the great void of losing someone precious. The night continued with us playing some games to try and get my mind of (Y/n). It didn’t work fully but there were short fleeting moments when I felt like my old happy self once again. One day, I will be okay again. 

Christmas came around and it had been decided that I would celebrate with my family, who were going to celebrate with (Y/n), her family and her boyfriend. I found this out the morning of Christmas, so I had no chance of getting out of it. I would have to sit at the table watching as the love of my life is with someone who isn’t me.  

And so dinner time came around as the whole (Y/n) entourage arrived. Fortunately, I didn’t sit beside (Y/n) or her boyfriend, nor was I sitting directly opposite one of them. I was diagonally across from (Y/n) and with my brother in front of me. Occasionally my eyes would wonder and end up stopping once they fell upon (Y/n). I admired her smile, her laugh, her. Just everything about her. Suddenly, she turned her head and even though I hurriedly averted my eyes she still caught me staring. For the rest of the evening, I kept to the background, always with my eyes on the ground to avoid doing the same mistake again. Once the night came to an end, I watched as (Y/n) kissed her boyfriend outside our porch from the window in the kitchen, I dreamt of it being me but shook my head to rid myself of such thoughts. It could never be us. Throughout the night, we didn’t speak a single word to one another, not even hello or goodbye. 

It felt like those nightmare when you are running in a hallway but no matter how much you run you can never reach the end, the hallway just keeps going and going. It’s hopeless, no matter what you try, you can never make it out. Maybe if you came to a halt you would find a way out but then again, the monster chasing you is scary enough to keep you in motion. Stopping would mean death, probably, who knows. That’s exactly what I feel with you. I am always so close, yet so far away. You are always just barely out of my reach. No matter what I tried I just couldn’t get to you, I could never have you. You made that very clear. 

Seeing you with him, hurts. But what hurts the most, is the distance, the distance I created by telling you. Telling you I was in love with you, my childhood friend. Hearing  you laugh at me, thinking I was joking hurt. “Seungmin, you’re hilarious. That’s a good joke. But you know we could never date, we’re like siblings. Oh but now that we’re talking about things like these, I’m in love with -” One of our upperclassmen, and apparently he liked you too. And now you’re dating. In the beginning the growing distance wasn’t that noticeable, but you stopped sitting close enough to touch me, you stopped hugging me, we never had physical contact anymore. Then it was the physical conversations, you drifted away further and further, we barely spoke in person anymore. Finally, you stopped calling and you stopped answering my calls, we no longer texted or sent memes to one another. I gave up after you had ghosted me for a week. That’s when I knew that I had lost you.

Now all I can do is watch you from afar as you do all the things I dreamt of doing with you with him. Always looking away when you look my way because I don’t want to seem like a creep. I just can’t help myself, to me you are the sun. You are the most beautiful person in the world, to me you are a work of art. But just like with art pieces, I can only watch from a distance never close enough to feel you. Maybe I should have just kept my mouth shut and kept these stupid feelings hidden so that you wouldn’t be so far away. 

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synopsis: you’re an ordinary girl, with an ordinary life. but what happens when you catch the gang that is famous for keeping their deeds under the table, in action?

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a/n: cursing and mentions of violence, so proceed with caution. THIS IS A LONG ONE.

you did the work seungwoo asked you to do; he gave you the files to learn, and you learned the shit out of them. when the next day, he asked you about the clients, you spat out information like a robot, leaving him impressed. of course, in the grand scheme of things, seungwoo’s attitude towards you didn’t change much. he hasn’t grabbed you as harshly as he did with your face a few days ago, but he certainly isn’t being any nicer to you. he just orders you around left and right, and you just follow his orders. but there is a difference in the way you are, and seungwoo picks up on it right away. you no longer have any fear in your eyes, you don’t cower at his words, either. rather you look him in the eye and he sees something; determination, maybe, or something along those lines because there’s a fire of sorts burning behind your eyes. you know what it is, you just wanna get back at him for treating you badly; but you’d also decided that you won’t do anything extreme. the last thing you need is for your life to be on the line. you still needed to figure out exactly what it was that you were going to do. and you had trouble figuring it out, until the plan fell into your hands.

seungwoo called you into his office, so you left the comfort of your room and made your way to the grand doors and pushed one open, and you saw seungwoo turn towards you. he’s dressed differently today, over the other times you’ve seen him in his usual all-black suit. he’s wearing a floral, Hawaiian shirt over top a plain white tee, and white shorts and sneakers. if you didn’t know him and his dick personality, you’d say he looked pretty cute. “finally, you’re here. I thought you lost your way,” seungwoo tells you with a glint in his eye, and he’s smirking. is he making fun of you? what a jerk. “I have to go to a meeting with our client. I need you to go down to wooseok’s room for some files, then seungyoun should have a contract ready for you as well. bring both things and leave them here. I suppose afterward, you can do anything, but don’t leave the house. is everything clear?” blinking back at him, you nod, “yeah.” seungwoo nodded, then let you go before he left the house. geez, you really had to get him back. 

once seungwoo left, you made your way to wooseok’s room first. knocked twice on the door before hearing a ‘come in’, and upon your entry, wooseok reached for some black files from across his desk, and placed them in your hand. “thank you, would you mind telling me where I would find seungyoun, please?” wooseok adjusted the glasses perched on his nose before pointing out, “you could check the library. his desk is there, so that’s most likely where he is.” nodding, you bid him thanks, and head out of his room, making your way to the library. soon you’ve reached the library, which is the room in the house that never fails to amaze you. it reminds you of the one from beauty and the beast, but you scoff at the thought of seungwoo modeling something based on a children’s film. “looking for me?” you hear a voice from behind you that almost makes you drop the files in your grip. seungyoun stood behind you, with a mug of coffee in his hand, the steam indicating its freshness. “didn’t mean to startle you. seungwoo must’ve sent you for the contract. follow me.” you scoot to the side, and let him pass you so you could follow him. seungyoun may be one of the only other people in this house you’ve grown fully comfortable with, the others being wooseok, dongpyo, and hyungjun. you met seungyoun shortly after you started working with seungwoo, as he often sent you to his room to get something from him and more than once, you’ve learned that while seungyoun’s room is usually the place you need to be, but he was almost always never there, which was why you asked wooseok of his whereabouts. of course, thanks to seungyoun, you managed to learn about all the rooms in this huge mansion-like house. “so, how have things been with seungwoo? he causing you any trouble?” you rolled your eyes at the mention of the man. “he’s still the way he is, an ass. I wonder why you all are friends sometimes, he doesn’t seem like a guy who goes for friends.” seungyoun snickers at your attitude, passing the contract over to you. “just give him some time, y/n. he doesn’t open up easily. considering his job, he’s not someone to trust people so easily.” you sighed and pursed your lips, muttering a ‘thanks for the file’ before you left the room. 

part of you wants to peek through these files. why not, right? it’s not like you have anything to lose. so once you reach seungwoo’s office, you set the files down on the table, and reluctantly are about to flip open the cover to the files wooseok gave you, when you hear a voice calling your name. your heart’s about to jump out of your chest, and you gasp sharply. eyes shut, you hear snickers and immediately a scowl’s formed on your face. hyungjun’s standing there, laughing at your frazzled state. “hyungjun, you scared the shit out of me. what is it?” his laughter dies down before asking, “are you busy?” and you tell him you’re not, and push the file to the side, following him out of the room. you two search for something to do, because hyungjun was “bored”. you didn’t really have anything going on either, you did the work seungwoo asked you to do, so you just went along with him. after considering all your ideas of what you called killing time, hyungjun fake-snored, before thinking for a few minutes, before coming to a conclusion. “let’s play beer pong.”

you don’t know how he managed to convince you to play, probably because you were just as vacant as he was, but here the two of you were, two games in, and you were drunk. wavering as you stood to throw the next ball, you halted in your movements as you heard the sound of tires just outside the house. you whined, and threw the ball on the ground, plopping yourself onto the couch just directly behind you. hyungjun snorted at your reaction, “why? is it because seungwoo’s here now?” you nodded dramatically, the alcohol solely responsible for your behavior. your eyes squeezed shut as you started, “I don’t know why he hates me so much, he’s always so mean to meee,” hyungjun chuckled at your state. “stop laughing at me! seungwoo always laughs at me too, he just thinks he does it secretly. I see everything, asshole.” you stopped as you heard the front door open and footsteps. “ooh, sounds like they’re here!” you wobbled over to the living room, a few rooms away from where you were, and you could hear seungwoo’s voice. seungwoo came into your sight and you hiccuped “back so soon?” seungwoo turned at the sound of your voice, and his eyebrows shot up in shock. “did you drink, y/n?” you giggled, and held up your hand, your thumb and index finger coming close together. “a little bit, I got bored and played beer pong with hyungjun. he’s really good,” you moved closer to seungwoo; in fact, you were so close to him, you could smell his cologne and part of you thinks that shit, if you weren’t intoxicated on the alcohol, you would be intoxicated by the smell coming off him. you blinked slowly, and seungwoo huffed, eyes darting to your mouth for a split second before his cold eyes bored into your own. “you reek of beer, step back.” you started walking backwards, and you saw seungwoo’s gaze switch to something behind you, then his expression changed.

before registering anything, you hit a hard surface. it was warm, you felt a heartbeat, and you turned to see what you hit. you didn’t realize you bumped into a guy, but you vaguely noticed his surprised eyes blinking back at you, and you gave him a hazy smile, and you whispered, “what a handsome face,” then you started to see black. once you were knocked out, you fell into said man’s arms, and seungwoo watched the whole thing. the man looked back between your unconscious figure and seungwoo, unsure of what to do next. seungwoo pinches his index finger and thumb on the bridge of his nose, and says, “sorry about this, minsik. she’s usually never like this, I apologize for her behavior. Here, let me take her up to her room.” seungwoo reached out to take you out of minsik’s arms, but the man insisted that he’d take you up. “It’s not a problem, seungwoo. just tell me where I have to put her.” seungwoo felt a twinge in his chest, but chose to ignore it and told soonja to take minsik up to your room. he’s never been this embarrassed in front of a client, let alone someone who’d worked with the gang before. minsik was an ex-gang member, who still worked with them from time to time, but now also had a job in the corporate world; but he was also someone seungwoo knew for a long time. they practically grew up together, and so seungwoo trusts him but still, a part of him felt uncomfortable watching as minsik had picked you up, your head now resting in the crook between the man’s shoulder and his neck. seungwoo didn’t know why he felt this way, he just did.

meanwhile, minsik followed soonja as she lead the way to your room, and he felt you twitch for a second, startling him. soonja opened the door, and stepped to the side to let minsik in. once he placed you on your bed, he gently put a blanket over you, and started to scoot back. then he had an idea. by your bedside, there was a pitcher of water and a glass. he filled the glass with water, and placed a card under it. he left the room, and went back down to seungwoo. “who’s she, seungwoo?” minsik asked his friend, who was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, scrolling through his phone. seungwoo’s ears perked up at minsik’s voice, and nonchalantly responded, “she’s y/n. she caught some of the boys a few weeks ago beating someone up so instead of finishing her off, I decided to keep her as my personal secretary.” minsik shook his head, and seungwoo continued, “but enough about that. let’s get to business, shall we?” and so seungwoo took minsik to his office and debriefed him on all the files you’d left for him. minsik’s job was to help seungwoo with some plans regarding their opposing gang, and because they were to do something really soon, it was necessary for minsik to continue stopping by in the next couple of weeks. naturally, the next morning when you woke up and found a business card with the name ‘kwon minsik’ on it, you vaguely remembered the guy from last night, who you bumped into. cheeks burning, you mustered up the courage to give him a call. you learned that his name was minsik, and you apologized for the way you acted. you guys started talking more until eventually, minsik texted you one day that he thought you were cute. flustered, you thanked him, and he asked if you were free later that night. and you told him you were because seungwoo was having you take care of some things. minsik proceeded to stop by in the evening with bags filled with takeout. of course, he had taken the liberty of buying food for 13 people, but he had managed to seclude the two of you in a corner, to have dinner together as the other boys seemed to stuff their faces as if they were starved for days on end. however, none of that mattered because you and minsik were in your own little bubble, and you were happy.

while your frequent interactions with minsik were going unnoticed by everyone else, there was one person who had his eye on you the entire time: seungwoo. he’d noticed that you were not as focused as you used to be. when he asked you to do something one time and you were using your phone, and it seemed like you were texting someone, he started to get irritated. but it was irking him even more when he learned that it was minsik you’d been texting. why were you wasting your time texting? didn’t you know how important of an assignment seungwoo was working on? and why was minsik texting you over and over again? what could the two of you possibly be talking about? all these thoughts circled in his head, distracting him from getting his work done. he watched you that night that minsik came over with the food, and how you and minsik managed to escape from sitting with the rest of them, and he saw as you talked with him, a sparkle in your eyes and then, you laughed. seungwoo had never seen you laugh. at least, not when he was around. he looked away as soon as he saw your gaze flicker to the other side of the room, where he stood. seungwoo coughed and picked up his plate. “I’m done for the night, you guys carry on, I have things to take care of.” out of the corner of your eye, you saw seungwoo get up from the table, and leave, but not before he turned to look at you and minsik one last time. 

later that night, minsik gave you a kiss on the cheek as he got up to leave, and told you, “tonight was fun. although, I wish we were alone.” you tilted your head to one side, walking him to the door. “next time, minsik.” minsik smiled at you one last time, and waved as he walked out the door. “call me when you’re free, we can do something.” you nodded, waving back at him, his figure fading into the dark. you shut the door and turned, only to be startled by seungwoo. he had crossed his arms, and as always, looked indifferent and irritated as he stood across from you. “hey, is everything okay? you left before everyone,” you asked him, and he scoffed. “don’t worry about me. worry about yourself, and your new ‘boyfriend’,” he said with air quotes. your eyebrows furrowed at this. “what, we’re friends. and even if there’s something else going on between us, it’s none of your business.” this made seungwoo mad, and he got up really close to your face, and gritted his teeth, “it is my business, because if it wasn’t for you throwing yourself on him, we can actually get shit done around here!” hurt flashed in your eyes, followed by a surge of anger. “what the actual fuck is your problem, seungwoo? ever since you’ve kept me here, you’ve treated me like shit! you’re never nice to me, always making fun of me, I was miserable, until I met minsik. he’s been like a ray of sunshine, while you, you’ve just been a dick.” tears welled up in your eyes, and you scoffed, mumbling, “I wanted to get back at you for treating me bad. but I just… didn’t find it in me. I’m not an asshole. I wouldn’t do something petty like that but if it bothers you so much that I like minsik then fine. I’ll continue dating him.” and you moved in really close to seungwoo, his eyes following your every move. you pushed your finger repeatedly into his chest, as you told him, “and you, will not, do anything about it.” you huffed and went to your room, wiping your eyes as you walked away from a silent seungwoo, who followed your movement back to your room.

once you shut the door, you sat back on your bed, and hid your face in your knees. it was so frustrating, and everything kind of boiled over because you let it simmer for so long. you breathed out and got ready to go to bed. the next few days went by painfully slowly; you were not talking to seungwoo, and you didn’t plan on it either. whenever he needed you to do things, you either received the message from other members or soonja would give you files with instructions scribbled down on a notepad. you’d kept talking to minsik, and you told him that you were upset with seungwoo, but you didn’t tell him why. minsik told you seungwoo’s always been sort of rigid, but he insisted it was for good reason. “listen, seungwoo’s not always like this. he’s grown to not trust everyone so easily. I mean, you know what he does, right? he’s literally a mafia boss, that job doesn’t let you trust anyone and everyone. give him some time.” minsik’s voice blared through your speakerphone as you continued to work on some things. you shrugged, and sighed, “whatever.” “anyhow, let’s get your mind off of that. let’s go out, tomorrow night. you need to get your mind off of all this.” you bit your lip, and checked your schedule. as of now, you don’t really have anything important that’ll keep you from going out with minsik. you’re not going to tell seungwoo where you’re going, you’re still mad at him. You tell minsik, “yeah, I’m free. pick me up?”

and when the next day came along, you had just gotten dressed to leave and minsik texted he was outside. you grabbed your purse and headed out the door. on your way out, you bumped into seungwoo. this was the first time you’d seen him in days, and honestly? he looked like absolute shit. there were bags under his eyes, and his cheeks were hollowing in, as if he hadn’t been eating properly. “excuse me,” you told him, and attempted to move past him because you were stubborn, too. you didn’t want him to see the concern in your eyes at his appearance. “where are you going?” seungwoo asked you, and you narrowed your eyes. “out, with minsik.” seungwoo nodded, then turned back. “have fun.” his voice sounded different, too and while you didn’t want to pay too much attention to it, a part of you started to feel bad. maybe you were too harsh on him? no, he was being a dick to you, it’s his fault. you somehow convinced yourself that as you opened the door to leave. 

minsik had taken you to his favorite bar. “I come here all the time, they’re basically my friends,” he told you as he led you to the bar stool. “what do you wanna drink?” he asked you and you shouted your order over the loud music. he nodded and stepped away. you waited for him to get back, and an uneasy feeling started to settle in your stomach. the people around you were giving you weird looks and you just didn’t feel comfortable. it was like they all knew who you were. Soon, minsik came back with your drink in one hand and his own in the other. “you don’t look so good. are you okay?” you nodded and asked, “I think I’ll be fine. do you know where the bathroom is?” minsik nodded, his eyebrows knit together, and he pointed to a corner of the room. you thanked him and made your way through the crowds of sweaty people, and managed to make it to the cramped bathroom. You locked the door and paced back and forth. why were you feeling like this? you had to tell someone. You pulled out your phone. The only person you could think of was seungwoo. so you texted him: ‘something’s not right.’ and almost immediately he said ‘what do you mean?? is everything okay??” before you could text him back, you heard a harsh knock on the door. coming to think of it, you stopped hearing the music and chatter as soon as you went to the bathroom. shakily, you reached to open the door and found none other than minsik himself standing there, his hands in his pockets and a wicked smile on his face. “well, well. I have to say, it was very easy to get you alone tonight, but now that you’ve really secluded yourself, this is perfect.” there were two men standing on either side of him, and by the looks of it, you think you’d gotten yourself into a mess. before you could react, the two men reached in and grabbed your arms. 

much struggling later, you didn’t manage to escape their hold, and they’d tied you down. much like you were when you’d encountered seungwoo for the first time. “look, minsik, I have no idea what the hell is going on. who are you, really?” minsik, who stood in front of you, started laughing. “it’s still me, baby, I promise. just one thing, I’m not on your side. I left seungwoo’s gang and joined another one, the one that happens to be the one seungwoo is plotting against.” you scoffed, and glared at him. “he trusts you, you told me that yourself. and you’re the one playing with him? how sick.” and he pulled out a pocket knife. your eyes widened as the knife was twirling between his fingers. He brought it so close to your face, you swear you feel the tip gliding across your jaw. “I don’t care about what anyone says. it’s too bad, though,” he started, suddenly moving the knife away from your face and replacing its touch with his fingers. “I would get rid of you, but I wouldn’t wanna ruin this pretty little face of yours.” his hand grabbed your hair harshly and before anything else could happen, you heard gunshots. then the door slammed open, revealing the boys and seungwoo. 

dongpyo worked on untying the ropes around you, while hyungjun and eunsang got into fighting the men from earlier. seungwoo ran up to where minsik stood, and punched him across the face. both men were at each other’s throats, and things got messy really quick. dongpyo got the last rope untied, before helping you out and taking you back to their car. seungyoun was in the driver’s seat, and as soon as the two of you sat in the car, he drove off. “don’t worry about the rest of them, y/n, I’ll come back for them. you go home, relax. you’ve had a crazy night.” tears filled your eyes, and you couldn’t even give seungyoun a proper answer, so you nodded, and looked out the window instead. things were overwhelming. you had no idea what was going on; shouldn’t you be happy that you escaped the hands of death yet again? or perhaps, you were scared that something was going to happen to seungwoo. you were finally admitting something to yourself that you had been nervous to admit: you cared for seungwoo. no matter how bad he had treated you in the past, one thing is for sure; the more you got to know him, the more you saw who he really was. a caring leader to his team, a smart mafia boss and most importantly, he was just as human and real as everyone else. you were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize when you’d reached the house. soonja was waiting for you outside, and opened the door, startling you. you managed to make it inside the house, where you showered and changed. pretty soon, you heard the door open and the chatter of the boys. you rushed over to see seungwoo, who’d been beaten up pretty badly, but his eyes were only searching for you. once he met your gaze, you rushed down the stairs. you didn’t care about anything or anyone else at that moment, because as soon as you were face-to-face with seungwoo, you wrapped your arms around him, tight. and he reciprocated, his arms coiling around your waist. that hug enough had been the equivalent of many unsaid things between you two; it was an apology, it was a gesture of gratitude, and most importantly, it was full of love. the others were gone, and you don’t really know how long it had been, because you had just held onto each other. finally, when seungwoo pulled away, you were about to say something, when he put a finger to your lips. “you’ve said enough, now let me speak.

“I’ve never really been the type to express myself, I haven’t felt the need to. but now, I’m going to tell you what’s been going through my mind these past few days. I didn’t understand why it bothered me so much when you spent time with minsik. But when you were leaving today, looking absolutely stunning, then when I got your text, I knew something was wrong. I found your location through your phone because I had to see if you were okay. I’m so sorry for how I treated you in the beginning, but I’ve never really experienced genuine friendships, until I met the boys. as far as minsik’s concerned, well, I wouldn’t have imagined him to act like this, but now, no matter what he does, I’ll never forgive him. he tried to hurt the one thing that matters to me; he tried to hurt you. so what I’m trying to say is-” and you cut him off with a small kiss on his lips. you’d been imagining what his lips would feel like and now that you’re actually kissing him, you can confirm that it’s better than you thought. you cut it short, because when you rested your hand on his face, seungwoo winced. “we’ll continue this later, but just so you know, I like you too. now, let’s get you cleaned up.” and you took his hand in yours, interlocking your fingers, and went up the stairs.

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genre. fluff. secret relationship. warnings. alcohol (ppl get a lil drunk 👎). kissing. pairing. jungsu x fem!reader. wc. 1.2k. request. no. a/n. so....xdh fics yay.... 😇

“They’re gonna notice, Jungsu.” You muttered under your breath. It was almost impossible to keep a straight face with your boyfriend’s hand now resting on your thigh; his skilled fingers from playing an instrument rhythmically tapping against your jeans.

“They’re not.” He hushed, overly confident about the obliviousness of his other members. You could see Hyungjun giving you both a subtle look from the other end of the table, and you hurriedly brushed Jungsu’s hand off.

He hadn’t told them you two were dating yet. You had been a long time friend of all six of them, but especially Jungsu. It was a running joke to see how long it would take for him to ask you out, and you were sure that they would all make a big deal out of it if they knew you had been his girlfriend for 2 months already.

Really, you wanted to ask him out in 10th grade. You had always liked him since the moment you first became friends, and though you had first thought he was shy and easily flustered, the more you spent time with him, the more comfortable he became. Now, he was willing to take more risks than you were— even when it could possibly expose your relationship.

He just couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of you tonight. He kept “accidentally” brushing his fingers against you or “helping you” fix your outfit which already looked perfect. Any excuse to get a little closer to you, he took.

You weren’t sure how he had managed to sneak in a total of 4 kisses to your cheek throughout the night. You were starting to think he was capable of anything. Or maybe you had just absurdly underestimated the others ignorance. 

Dinner finished within half an hour, and Jiseok quickly suggested karaoke as the next stop. Everyone agreed without a fuss, and you were soon dragged along to a closeby noraebang building. Jooyeon and Jungsu immediately picked an upbeat track to set the mood; Twice’s ‘Alcohol-Free’.

You got cans of soda with Gunil, and all was at peace for a while. You were all goofing off and having a good time, and surprisingly, Jungsu seemed a little less touchy. As the night went along, soju and beer soon made its way into the booth (despite the irony of the opening choice of song). By around 11 pm, everyone was getting fairly tipsy, including you.

While you were normally sensible and conservative and careful, especially around your boyfriend and others, you couldn’t help but stare. He was singing a Stray Kids song that you had forgotten the name of, but it wasn’t of much importance when you couldn’t even focus on the lyrics. You were too absorbed with his face in your drunken state.

The gentle curve of his cheeks, and his red lips that looked extremely kissable in the moment. It was easy to stay away from him when your head was clear, but now you wanted nothing but to smother him with kisses— enough for a lifetime maybe, or even more than that.

It all became a hundred times harder when he moved to sit down next to you, still singing. He was as drunk as you; you figured from the flush of his cheeks. All thoughts of keeping your relationship under wraps and being careful around the boys flew out the window the second Jungsu reached out his hand to hold your cheek. You suddenly recognized the song he was singing his heart out to: ‘Sorry, I Love You’.

I can’t hide my feelings for you anymore.

I want to be more than friends.

I like you too much.

You didn’t notice the way he was leaning ever closer to you— you could only focus on his sweet voice in your ear. The boys certainly did notice, but their exclamations bounced in one ear and out the other. Your brain was too foggy from the alcohol to regret any actions that you might take, and as quickly as the song ended, you felt Jungsu’s lips on yours.

If you had looked into the future from the start of the day at every step you had taken, you might have predicted that his clinginess combined with alcohol would result in this. You didn’t really care, though. You could faintly hear shocked yelling from the younger boys and some muffled claps if you really focused; but the taste of Jungsu’s cherry lips were all your senses wanted to absorb. You pulled him closer, lost in the feeling. 

Funnily, the thing that finally brought you back out of your trance was the robotic voice calling out a perfect 100 score for the song. It seemed as if Jungsu had scored in every possible way.

There were more drunken shouts and some congratulations, a mention of Gunil owing Seungmin ₩20,000. Most of what you could pick up on was loud teasing from the youngest boys, commenting how they never thought Jungsu would ever find the courage to do that. He seemed to frown and roll his eyes at the remarks.

“She’s been mine for 2 months!” He shouted in retaliation, his words almost slurring together. He pulled you closer as if to prove his point. This only resulted in some fake gagging from Jooyeon at the unapologetic PDA.

You must have fallen asleep between 11 and 12, because when you woke up, you were lying in your own bed with a messy-haired Jungsu overtop you. You shook him off your body, waking him up in the process. He rolled over, only to roll back on top of you a few seconds later.

“My head hurts.” You groaned, catching your boyfriend’s wrist to pull him even closer.

“I think… We drank too much last night.” He winced, sharing the same dull ache that you felt in your forehead.

You furrowed your eyebrows, using all your brain power to remember everything that had happened the previous night. When you recalled it all, you let out a muffled shriek, startling your boyfriend slightly.

“You didn’t really- Jungsu? Did you kiss me last night? In front of the boys?”

He blinked, a sleepily confused expression on his face as he also tried to remember, “Maybe? I… You looked so pretty- couldn’t help myself.” He mumbled, dropping his head back to your shoulder. 

You sighed, “We’re going to get teased all week because of you.” Despite your complaining, you still ran a loving hand through his hair.

“You kissed me back…”

“You kissed me first!” 

“Sorry. Sorry… I just… I really love you.” He whined, burying his face into your neck. Despite how much you were dreading the non stop teasing you were sure was to come, you just couldn’t be mad at your boyfriend for it. Especially when he was acting like a clingy kitten right now, snuggled up in the crook of your neck, nuzzling his nose against your skin.

“Don’t start complaining to me when they start teasing, though. You started this mess.” You whispered, pressing a small kiss to his temple.

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coterie: four

gang!x1 x fem!reader

synopsis: you’re an ordinary girl, with an ordinary life. but what happens when you catch the gang that is famous for keeping their deeds under the table, in action?

coterie’s masterlist can be found here

a/n: mild mentions of violence and cursing, so proceed with caution.

shortly after jinhyuk left, you unpacked all your belongings and put them up in their respective places. the last thing you unpacked was a photo frame, that contained a picture of you displaying a toothy smile, with either of your arms hooked around soobin and haseul. you smiled at the memory when this picture was taken: it was your freshman year, and you attended a bonfire, to celebrate the end of the first semester. by then, you already knew the girls and were thrilled to learn that for future semesters, you were allowed to choose who you wanted to share your dorm with. the three of you were inseparable since then. fresh tears well up and threaten to fall from your eyes before you quickly wipe them dry with the back of your hands. you had then grabbed a fresh pair of pants and a clean t-shirt before heading to the shower. once the hot water hit your body, the tenseness you didn’t realize you were holding in your muscles was let go, the heat relaxing you.

you leave the shower, now changed into more decent clothing than before and opened your phone to see this text. your eyes scan the texts from the unknown number before you quickly link back that it’s someone in the house. you take a deep breath and begin heading down to the main living area. once you reach there, you see seungwoo lounging on one of the many couches in the room. cross-legged, with his hand in his palm, elbow resting on his other hand and knee. “finally. I was going to see if you had managed to find a way to escape or something.” he jokes, but seeing as you didn’t react to it, his face straightens out. “give me your phone.” you don’t hesitate, and you practically push the device into his open hand. “relax, y/n. you seem to have a lot on your mind. how’s this, I’ll call in everyone else, and you can meet them while I change your SIM card. then, once I get back, whatever questions you have, ask me, okay?” with a small smile, he sets off into another direction, and you hear a “guys!” from him. it echoes in the house and there’s a short-lived silence, before you hear a group of voices, from all around you, it seems. from the stairs descending, from the other hallways, all getting closer. one by one, each boy enters the room, until there are ten men, all of different heights and hair colors, yet seem to have a common dress code among them: variations of black suits and accents of red, except for one boy who’s got a faded red blazer on, with all black everywhere else. they all stare at you, eyeing you up and down, analyzing you. embarrassed, your eyes shoot down to your feet and suddenly, your shoes are the most interesting thing in the room. it felt weird knowing that there were ten pairs of eyes settled on you. a surge of confidence rushed through you and to your surprise, you lifted your head once again, and scanned the appearances of all the boys.

“ah, I see you’ve met the rest of the team.” seungwoo’s voice is once again heard, and they turn to him. “we don’t know her, hyung.” one of the boys, with lilac hair says. “at least, not all of you guys know her.” a familiar boy says, and he looks you up and down again and you remember. he was also there the day jinhyuk got beat up. in fact, you vividly remember his threat to jinhyuk, i’ll slice your fucking arm off and shove it up your ass rings through your head and you shiver. “introduce yourself,” seungwoo speaks up and all of a sudden you’re on the spot. “I’m y/n y/l/n. I...have been told that I would be an important asset to this, uh, team. thanks.” you give a small bow and a tight-lipped smile. seungwoo gives you a small clap, and nudges the boy next to him. “well, it’s your turn. introduce yourselves to her. go down the line.” you already knew seungwoo, and so the boy standing next to him was around the same height as him. he had black hair, parted in the middle. “name’s seungyoun.” next to him, is a slightly shorter boy, with gray hair that’s a little messily styled. “hey beautiful, I’m hangyul.” he shoots you a wink and the next boy starts, “I’m wooseok.” he gives you an intense glare, and you try not to focus too much on it as a familiar face appears in front of you. you know this guy, his name is- “I’m yohan.” right, he was the one you met in the basement also. a boy shorter than him, with a smile, says, “I’m dongpyo, it’s nice to meet you!” this causes you to think, the boy seems too lively to be a part of a dangerous gang like this; what exactly made him a member of x1? the next boy causes you to tense up because it’s the guy from earlier, who was examining you and the one from the jinhyuk thing. “my name is eunsang.” he fixes his hair and gives you a deathly glare. the one next to him, you don’t recognize, but it seems as if he recognizes you. his blonde hair moves as he introduces himself, “I’m minhee.” he may have been the third person with the other two during your date with jinhyuk, but you could’ve sworn he also had dark hair. his face flashed in your memory and you confirm that it is the same guy. the guy with the red blazer looks at you with big eyes and says, “hyungjun.” another boy next to him, who has a hard time keeping eye contact with you, softly says (you had to lean in a little to hear him) “my name is junho.” and the last boy, the one with the lilac hair waves loosely, “I’m dohyun.” 

it’ll take you some time to fluently pair up the names with the faces, but it seems that seungwoo has other plans. “y/n, now that you’ve met the members, do you have any questions for me?” all eyes are on you yet again, and sigh and look at seungwoo, “can I ask you, why me? I get it, you said I was useful and stuff for your mission, but I’d like to know what the hell is going on here. if you’re going to make me a part of your team, you should at least tell me what I’ll be doing, or at the very least, keep me in the loop of things.” seungwoo scratches the top of his head, thinking, before sighing and muttering, “all right, everyone, sit.” you sit on the couch directly behind you and the boys all shuffle around the room to sit, while seungwoo stands in the middle. “the boys already know everything, but I want to run through everything again, because I didn’t put you in the picture, y/n. so, here it is: we’ve been the city’s biggest and most powerful gang for a couple of years now. we started in 2019, and now being 2021, we have only gained power and fame. but, now we’ve hit a point where we must go big. think larger scales. more money, more power. therefore, we’ve devised a master plan, and instead of only a few of us on this job, we needed all hands on deck. that’s where you come in, y/n. as I’ve mentioned earlier, while speaking with you, I told you that you’re quite skilled. when we heard that you had caught a few of our members, my instinct reaction was that I wanted to kill you.” you were worried when you heard him saying it so casually, and seungwoo continues, “but, I later got to learn a bit more about you, and then I decided to send out my sources to watch you for a week. and let me tell you, y/n, over that week, you exhibited many qualities that would be useful for our team. in fact, I feel that you would be a good fit for any of us.” any of us? what does that mean? “seeing the confusion on your face, I guess I forgot to mention something. your first task will be to choose who you want to work with for the remainder of this mission. we’ve collected one thing from each member, including myself,” seungwoo says and walks over to the other side of the room, where a glass bowl contains a plethora of objects.

once the bowl is in his reach, he holds it steady with both hands and heads back over to you. “you choose an item, and whoever that item belongs to, that’s going to be the person you will be paired up with for the rest of the mission. did you get it?” you nodded quietly and looked inside the bowl. seungwoo placed the bowl in your hands and softly said, “good luck,” before heading back to where the rest of the members stood. you set the glass bowl down onto a small coffee table to the right of you, and examine its contents. you saw all kinds of trinkets in it: a king card from a stack of playing cards, a pen, a mini rubik’s cube, a necklace with a silver ‘x1′ dangling in the center of it, a thin black leather bracelet, a poker chip, a 1000 won bill, a shot glass, a bluetooth earpiece, a ninja star and a pair of pliers. before you chose an object, you looked back up at all the members. they seemed to have their eyes fixed either on you or the glass bowl. now the ball was in your court. the tension in the room was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. “well?” seungwoo pushes and your eyes go back into the bowl. after much thinking, you settled on a decision. you breathed in and reached for it inside the bowl. and once it was in your hand, you pulled it out and showed it to everyone else.

a/n: what did you choose? let me know in the comments!!

[sweetdejun]

coterie: the bluetooth earpiece (2/2)

gang!x1 x fem!reader

synopsis: you’re an ordinary girl, with an ordinary life. but what happens when you catch the gang that is famous for keeping their deeds under the table, in action?

coterie’s masterlist can be found here

pairing: son dongpyo and y/n

a/n: mild cursing, so proceed with caution. this is also quite long, so just a heads up :)))

so over the next few weeks, your days went on in the same routine: you would wake up, have breakfast, watch some tv (currently you watch reruns of running man) and then dongpyo would have you come into a room that he has set up for your training purposes, specifically. here, he taught you how to place bugs and cameras efficiently, he taught you ways to make your acting more sincere and the most important one, he taught you how to not give in under any circumstances. “at times, the people I keep an eye on begin to get suspicious. I usually don’t give them a reason to be so, but sometimes they are smart enough. when that happens, don’t panic. it’ll only weaken your case even more. find ways of distraction, it could be anything. but don’t let them on your tail.” you didn’t get to play around with some of the fancier equipment, as dongpyo probably still didn’t trust you with that stuff just yet. you’re a good learner, you would attempt to argue with him, but he’d snort and ruffle your hair, “not today, pal,” to which you would just pout, and unbeknownst to you, speeding up dongpyo’s heart rate with this action of yours. during your training sessions, you’ve heard dongpyo sing under his breath quite faintly (what can’t he do), and his voice is angelic. he’ll catch himself singing and stop before you notice, but he doesn’t realize that you pick it up the millisecond he starts. one day, you did compliment him about it, and the poor boy had gone red for a solid ten minutes, before hyungjun stopped by and said, “yo, what’s wrong with your face?” all in all, dongpyo’s been nothing but sweet to you, regardless of his outgoing personality. but sometimes, you can’t help but notice that he’ll be caught in his own thoughts. when you ask him something or confirm if you’re doing something right, his eyes are focused in another direction, deep in thought. one day, you thought you could ask him about it. “dongpyo, can I ask you something?” his eyes shifted up from his phone screen to you. “you’re always thinking about something. sometimes when I talk to you, you don’t hear me. why’s that? what’s on your mind?”dongpyo smiled tight-lipped and responded with a lazy look in his eyes, “that’s attentive of you to notice, but I don’t think we stand in a place where we can be this open to each other yet, so let’s drop the topic.” and he shut you down like that, and moved on as if you didn’t even bring it up to start with. “I have to get a picture of you so I can get an ID printed for you. look at the camera,” he pulled out his phone. you felt a slight pang in your chest, but you decided to move it to the side and focus on the matter at hand, so you gave the camera a small and clearly fake smile and he took the photo. you left to your room as soon as you heard the click, unaware of dongpyo’s gaze on your every movement. 

you shut the door and leaned against it, your feet slowly dragging you down. you had no right to be upset, he was technically right. you knew the guy for what, almost a month and a half? what relationship did you guys have and more importantly how close were you two for him to tell this stuff to you? you can’t expect him to open up until he’s ready to. still, you think, why does it bother you that something’s bugging him? and on the other side of the door, dongpyo stood, eyes fixated on your door and his hands shoved deep into his pocket. he sighs and looks away before turning around and walking back to his room. he wants to be able to open up to you, he wants to have long conversations about what’s going on in his head with you. there’s just one problem, and that’s trust. he knew from the second you picked him that there was something different about you, and he was determined to figure it out. but as he started learning more and more about you and your addicting personality, he found that the only obstacle standing in his way was himself. from his childhood up until now, dongpyo had been deceived too many times. he was abandoned as a toddler at the steps of a foster home, and the only memory of that time that he has of his birth parents is a picture of him and his mother. he doesn’t know why they left him there. but that was the first time it felt like he was punched in the stomach; that feeling was betrayal. it continued to happen throughout his school days, where his friends used him to get things out of him. whether it was copying his homework, to more extreme things like sneaking into teacher’s offices to look for answer keys or tests, they all had one purpose; to get the dirty work done and use dongpyo as their scapegoat, when he’d get caught. the only person that he definitely trusted more than anything was seungwoo; dongpyo met seungwoo for the first time outside his school, when his so-called friends crowded him against a wall, threatening him. seungwoo saved him just in time, and since then the two were inseparable until seungwoo graduated. sometimes, dongpyo still can’t help but be hesitant when sharing certain things with him. later, seungwoo took him under his care and told him he could do what he wanted. when he told seungwoo that he wanted to do conning, seungwoo knew where he was coming from. this was a way for him to release his pent-up frustration, he thought. after all, his ability to deceive had been shaped by all those around him, so it makes sense that he’s able to use the techniques that were used on him to deceive others. call it trauma, or call it reluctance, but that’s why he thinks he can do his job in the gang so well. “god, why does everything have to be so complicated?” pulling at his hair, he slumps over to his desk. he’s just about to put his head down when he sees a bright colored sticky note in his peripherals. he doesn’t have those, he thinks and focuses his attention there, and examines it. there’s a series of small doodles on the sticky note: a panda bear, a few hearts here and there and ‘y/n’ written in all sorts of fonts. a smile grows on his face as his gaze lingers over the bright paper fondly. he’d often see you crouched over his desk whenever he’d set up equipment before training you, he’s just assumed you would be taking notes. 

the image of your concentrated face blinks in his head: eyebrows scrunched, eyes focused and your tongue poked out of the corner of your mouth ever so slightly. he remembers the last time he felt like this: it was in high school. sitting next to him in third block, senior year was a pretty girl named sooyoung. she was dongpyo’s everything; he liked her for so long and when he gathered the courage to ask her out, and she said yes, he was elated. they did all the lovey-dovey couple things: went out to the movies on weekend evenings, attended school dances and games together, and hung around the city together. it was love for him, but not for her. one day he found sooyoung near the lockers, with her friends surrounding her, paying her money. he was a bet and sooyoung won. he confided in her when things were rough, and to see that she stabbed him in the back too only made him cower in fear even more. dongpyo remembered the pounding headache that day because it felt like no other. once sooyoung found out that dongpyo knew about the bet, she didn’t even try to reason with him. rather, she scoffed and told him, “did you really think I liked you? get a grip on yourself, dongpyo.” if it didn’t feel like a slap to the face before, it sure as hell felt like one now. he shudders as flashes of the void he put himself in appear in front of him. he closed himself off shortly after graduating; ‘trust no one’ was the mantra running through his head, and it almost swallowed him whole, but he was saved, by seungwoo. point of the matter is, he hasn’t felt like this after then and before you. he saw the liveliness and passion in you ever since you started working with him, and it reminded him of sooyoung a lot. too much, in fact, to the point where dongpyo’s now afraid. even if he does tell you how he feels, which is an obstacle on its own, he is scared you will leave him because that’s always been the case. you’ll reciprocate the feelings and actions before you get what you need and drop him, just like everyone else. a part of him kept telling him that, but the other part of him tried convincing him you were different. “fuck it, I’m not letting my emotions get in the way of this. I have to focus,” he said aloud and shook his head, before getting back to work. fast forward and it’s now a day before “the big night”, and tensions between you and dongpyo have calmed down a lot, but there were unspoken thoughts from both ends lingering in the air between the two of you. dongpyo would often focus his gaze on you, and you started feeling it, your skin heating up from the newfound attention. “we’re only staying there one night, y/n, so pack light, but also pack enough where it seems like we’re running away.” your eyes flicker to his, and you question, “is one night going to be enough?” dongpyo runs a hand through his onyx locks, and nods, “one night is more than enough. we just need to plant cameras and bugs in their house, that’s all.” you nod obediently, and head to your room to start packing. dongpyo calms his nerves; he’s never been nervous about a mission before, and he knows that he’s feeling this way because you’re involved in it with him. 

grabbing your fake ID and passport, you run through the story once more in your head, as you walk to the car, dongpyo already inside. he’s in the back seat, and soonja’s driving, because you two need to take the bus. “once we get to the bus station, we start acting our parts, okay? you never know who’s around.” you had given yourself the name ‘eunji’ and dongpyo was ‘ilseong’. your story was you two were childhood neighbors and your families didn’t want you two to get together so as rebellious youth, for the sake of love you decided to run away and start your lives together. you decided to go to the minister of employment and labor because he happens to find jobs for young people, and manage to stay the night. “here we are, sir. be safe and if you need me, I’m a phone call away.”soonja brakes the car, and you two step out, with your belongings. there seems to be no one around, which is perfect. soonja offers a small smile before driving off. you two look at each other, and dongpyo gives you a small nod, and it’s like an off-on switch. the biggest smile grows on your face as you get into character. at this point, people have started walking towards the bus stand you were dropped off at minutes ago. “wah, ilseong! isn’t in liberating running away from home like that?” dongpyo smiles wide, and an erratic feeling spreads in your stomach. “I’m so happy we decided to do this, eunji. now all we have to do is find a job. I promise to keep you happy.” there’s something else in dongpyo’s gaze that you didn’t see before, and you can’t point out what it is. the bus stopping in front of you interrupts your thoughts and clusters of people simultaneously leave and enter the bus, including you two. you get on, swiping your passes and quickly sit down. a mother and her child sit in front of you. the child smiles giddily at you guys, and asks, “why do you have suitcases? are you going on vacation?” dongpyo laughs at the cuteness of the kid, and ruffles his hair, before interlocking your hands, “we’re moving to a happier place, me and this noona right here,” motioning to you. your cheeks tint red at the unfamiliar word falling from dongpyo’s mouth, and smile back, “your son is very cute, ma’am.” the woman smiles, the corners of her eyes crinkling and she responds, “and so are the two of you. ah, young love. I was around your age when I met my husband, too. I’ll never forget those sweet times.” she begins telling you stories about her and her husband, and just as she finishes, your stop arrives. “eunji, we’re getting off here.” dongpyo stands and helps you up, his hand reached to hold yours. you accept the offer, standing up and grabbing your things before saying goodbye to your co-passengers and getting off the bus. “this way,” dongpyo calls and you follow close behind him. not a long walk later, you find yourselves standing in front of a giant house. you’re surprised there isn’t a gate around the house. nevertheless, you exhale and ring the doorbell. an older woman opens the door and dongpyo just knows: it’ll be a piece of cake for her to let us in. “can I help you?” the woman looks at the two of you and dongpyo begins the story. 

“and so, it would be really helpful of you if you guys can help us out. I know it’s probably too much to ask but I was wondering if you could give us shelter, just for tonight. I don’t want my eunji to freeze to death tonight. even if you just let her sleep here, I’d be grateful for that.” you interject, “no, ilseong, I won’t stay here without you,” and your eyes start to water. the woman, watching this scene unfold in front of her lets out a sound of pity. “I’ll explain everything to my husband later but for now, come in, both of you. I’ll bring out some of my kids’ spare clothing, and my maid will take you to a guest room.” and she lets you into the house. seconds later, a stout woman appears in front of you, before motioning to the stairs, “right this way, please.” you follow her up the stairs and she leads you to one of many rooms in the hallway. “you two may stay here tonight. I will come back if mrs. chan needs me to. until then, please let me know if you need anything.” she bids her farewell and leaves you two in a room. you and dongpyo will share a room, and a bed, tonight. you attempt to keep any mature thoughts out of your head, but it crosses your mind anyway and your breath hitches just thinking about it. sensing your discomfort, dongpyo says, “I’ll sleep on the floor if you’re uncomfortable,” but you cut him off, “no, it’s alright, it’s all an act anyway, right?” dongpyo winces at your choice of words, and quickly sets up. “well, we have no time to waste, I’ll freshen up in the bathroom, you can change here.” you two silently changed out of your clothes, and by the time you were ready, the maid was back. “mrs. chan invites you down for dinner, mr. chan is also here.” you two follow her down the stairs and you walk into a dining room with an older man sitting on one end and the woman from earlier at the other end. “eunji, ilseong, please take a seat. I’ve explained the situation to my husband.” the man then speaks up, “I will help find you a job, young man.” dongpyo beamed, “oh, thank you so much, sir. I knew I could count on you,” the man eyed the two of you for a bit, his gaze lingering on dongpyo a little more analytically. “yes, well, that’s my job.” you eat dinner and the maid then walks you back to the room. the hours tick on by and when you guys are sure everyone’s asleep, the two of you get up and dongpyo sets up the computer, before popping in his bluetooth earpiece, and gloves, along with the bugs and cameras. “you know what to do,” dongpyo tells you and you nod, “don’t worry, just place your first camera so I can connect and keep an eye.” dongpyo gives you a thumbs up and heads out of the room, quietly. he’s placing cameras and bugs in strategic areas, and you, on the bed and watching the laptop screen, pout at the thought that your training has gone to waste because you didn’t end up handling this part. but, you become alarmed as you see some movement through one of the cameras, and it’s not dongpyo. it’s the minister. “dongpyo, come in!” you whisper-shout and dongpyo gets into a corner. “what?” “he’s coming up here, hurry!” the panic is increasing, your heart is racing, and the doorknob begins to rattle, when in comes dongpyo. “he’s not too far, hurry in!” he shuts the door quietly and beelines over to you, moving things that will blow your cover and hiding it. the laptop is moved away from you, and swiftly, dongpyo sits on your lap. alarmed, your eyes widen and dongpyo’s hands cradle your cheeks, “do you trust me?” with your eyes boring into his own, you nod, “of course,” and with that, he inhales quickly and kisses up, catching you completely off-guard. then, you start relaxing into the kiss and kiss back with fervor, hands flying to grip his shoulders. as dongpyo nibbles on your bottom lip, suddenly the door opens, revealing the minister, now shocked at the scene in front of him. you both pull away, and dongpyo shoots up, “oh, sir! I’m so sorry,” he shakes his head, and puts his hands up in defense, “I apologize, I should’ve knocked. I thought I heard noises, but I must’ve been hallucinating. I’m sorry, uh, carry on then,” and sheepishly, he leaves the room, shutting the door.

you sigh and rest your head on the backboard. “I, uh, got most of the cameras up. the important areas, anyway. and the bugs, too, so, we’re done.” dongpyo stutters out. your breathing is heavy, but you softly say, “dongpyo,” and he looks up to see you patting on the spot in front of you on the bed. he complies and shuffled over to sit cross-legged. “hey, look at me.” “I can’t,” dongpyo’s never been this...vulnerable, you think. “you can, you didn’t do anything wrong.” he looks up at you and you swear, you see the smallest tear forming just along his lash line. you rest your hands over his and clutch them, “tell me what’s wrong.” all it took was one second before he completely shattered. dongpyo started crying, telling you everything and anything. “...it’s always been so hard for me to trust people, but then I met you, y/n, and you’ve given me a whole new purpose to this job. I have always held everything in, and after meeting you, I feel like all the pressure that’s been building up is all released.” he wipes his eyes and looks up to find you, tears streaming down your face and a smile on your mouth. “why are you crying?” “I’m just... overwhelmed. I was so worried about you, dongpyo, you don’t understand.” you sniff, using the hem of your shirt to dry your face. “I really like you, dongpyo. you are more than what you show the world, and I have seen it. you’re a true diamond in the rough, and I have never been more lucky for making a choice that I did. you are amazing, dongpyo, in every way. don’t hold anything back. the people that messed with you once can honestly suck it, they didn’t deserve your time. cherish the people who have your back now: seungwoo, the rest of the team and me.” and with that, you pull him in for a hug and squeeze him tight, and he returns the hug with just as much power. “thank you, y/n. thank you so much.” he whispers into your ear and you pull away to leave kisses on his cheeks. “you’re absolutely welcome, my dongpyo.” because from that moment on, he was your dongpyo and that was a fact.

a/n: that’s all for dongpyo…(btw he and y/n made it back safe and sound) who do you choose next? didn’t expect dongpyo? who then? let me know in the comments!

[sweetdejun]

coterie: the shot glass (2/2)

gang!x1 x fem!reader

synopsis: you’re an ordinary girl, with an ordinary life. but what happens when you catch the gang that is famous for keeping their deeds under the table, in action?

coterie’s masterlist can be found here

pairing: song hyungjun and y/n

a/n: a hint of alcohol, cursing and violence, so proceed with caution. THIS ONE’S A LONG ONE.

hyungjun lumbered back towards his room. the image of the way you attentively listened to his instructions was implanted in his head. hell, every time he blinked that’s what he saw. the erratic beating of his heart frightened him, to say the least, and he was part of a gang. whatever, he thinks, it’s nothing. he opens the door to his room and checks the time. it is far too early to go out and party and far too late to get dressed for one, so he decides maybe he’ll attempt to get in a good night’s sleep. he hasn’t done so in forever, he feels, and immediately relaxes into the sheets as he throws himself onto his bed. it doesn’t take long for him to groggily blink up at the ceiling, the image of the pure beige plaster begins to darken, then it becomes dark as night. someone who lived normally like anyone else; with a family and friends and surrounded by an environment where people loved him and he loved them back. that was hyungjun a mere four years ago. everything was great and he couldn’t have been more grateful. one day, he was on his way back from school and was imagining his mother opening the door for him with a wide smile and a big hug, and his sister would ruffle his hair before she’d leave to the nearby cafe to study and within a few hours, his dad would be home, too, and they’d all come together as a family for dinner. that’s how it was every night. he came home that day to find his mother, his father, and his sister dead, their bodies limp on the ground surrounded by pools of blood. the state of shock captured him so bad that he wasn’t able to cry or anything. hyungjun’s eyes shot open and he sat up swiftly on his bed, heavily breathing. he looked over at the green numbers lighting up his alarm clock and it read 4:39 a.m. memories of that night still haunt him to this day. 

he remembers what was going through his head that day. what happened? a thousand questions seemed to ring in his head, and then he heard a knock on the door. terrified, hyungjun grabbed the first thing in sight that could work as a defense weapon and carefully opened the door, to reveal his neighbor, seungwoo. “may I come in?” hyungjun was reluctant, and seungwoo picked up on this and told him, “I’ll tell you what happened.” and one thing led to another, and hyungjun learned that a gang called the fangs allowed hyungjun’s father to borrow some money but didn’t tell him about interest. when hyungjun’s father returned the money that he originally borrowed, they grew furious and threatened to kill him and his family. when he asked seungwoo how he knew this, seungwoo told him that the fangs were a rival gang. seungwoo asked hyungjun to join his team so that he would work towards avenge the death of his family. it didn’t take long for hyungjun to consider his decision. in what seemed like a split of a second, hyungjun joined the gang, and seungwoo gave him the task of being the party boy (seungwoo didn’t want him to be dealing with people explicitly, as it could’ve been sensitive for him in the beginning). this mission, regarding the casino, is extremely important to hyungjun, as the gang that killed his family happened to work for the biggest chaebol in the country. seungwoo told him that they were to get any information regarding the identities of those who may be more informed about the fangs. the first thing hyungjun thought of after hearing about this assignment was you. what was this? suddenly, why did he find himself paying attention to the way your eyes sparkled when you spoke about your friends or the way you smiled at him when he replied to you in sarcastic remarks. he started thinking about how the little things you did, like guiding him through the crowded clubs with a firm grasp around his wrist, and even you making sure he took aspirin after a massive hangover, he looks forward to these events. his heartbeat accelerates and he wants to see you as much as he can. coming to think of it, he doesn’t remember the last time he’s felt this way. ever since his family was killed, he hasn’t felt much emotionally. sure, he gets happy or sad once in a while but this warmth that you’ve kindled in his chest couldn’t be explained by him. so, he decided to ask for some help. 

he headed to eunsang’s room, feet dragging slightly because it’s still early as fuck. a few knocks later, he hears faint groaning and footsteps approaching, and then a grouchy “who is it?” follows. “eunsang, it’s me.” he door cracks open to reveal a fraction of a disheveled eunsang, who’s still half-asleep. “what happened that you had to wake me up deadass in the middle of the night? is someone in danger?” “I tell you everything, bro. I need to ask you: am I a happy person? someone who’s content and happy with the way things are in my life?” eunsang rolls his eyes, and deadpans, “if I had the energy, I’d slap you back into your senses, hyungjun. it’s four in the fucking morning. you’re my pal, so I’m saying this nicely, please let me go back to sleep.” without hearing a response, eunsang shut the door and left hyungjun standing there, a huff escaping him, “what an ass.” and so his feet take him back to his room, and he falls on his bed, stomach first, and a pout forms on his lips as he begins to fall asleep yet again. the next three days pass by in a breeze, although you and hyungjun have not seen each other as much as you have before this. you assumed this assignment must’ve had its kinks that needed to be worked out and you let him be. but, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss seeing him. sure, in the beginning, you were apprehensive about opening up to him. but gradually as you spent more time together, naturally you became more comfortable around him. and it wasn’t until these last three days that thoughts began to appear in your head. you would sit back and wonder what his hair would feel like, or are his hands warm, and has he always looked this handsome? you attempted to distract yourself from these thoughts and you went with soonja to a few stores, where you went to look for a dress fit for the evening. once you found the perfect one, you wasted no time purchasing it (soonja stopped you as you were reaching for your wallet, and said that hyungjun insisted that he’d buy it, before passing his card forward to the cashier). 

finally, the ‘big night’ was here: you had just finished getting ready and you heard a knock on your door. “miss y/n, are you ready? mr. song is waiting for you.” you grabbed your bag and nodded, before leaving your room and following soonja outside. leaning against a black audi is a sharp-dressed hyungjun, clad in a black suit, white shirt, and a black bow tie. hyungjun looked up at you from his watch and was stuck staring. you were ethereal. a forest green dress adorned your body beautifully, and you paired it with diamonds and nude heels. you had a light layer of makeup on and let your hair sit on your shoulders. hyungjun could’ve sworn he felt his heart beating out of his chest as you walked down the stairs, approaching him slowly. “close your mouth, buddy, or a fly will go in.” you teased and hyungjun blinked back. “you look...wow.” a light blush tinted your face and you shyly looked away. “thanks. you clean up well, too, song.” you patted his shoulder, and went to sit in the car, hyungjun’s eyes on your every move. he sat in the car and began driving to the casino. once again, you went over the plan: you two were to separate and give off the look that you were both attendees. hyungjun informed you of the people you needed to keep your eye on; the heads of the biggest chaebol, and their families (they’re the ones throwing the party). they held quite a bit of power, so you were determined to get information of any kind tonight. it didn’t take long and before you know it, hyungjun was parking the car. the night started young, you and hyungjun went different directions. you gained a bit of information here and there, and so did hyungjun. he wasn’t far enough to where you were out of his line of vision, so he could keep an eye on you and that certainly did not help him; hyungjun tried not to focus on the way the dress fit the contours of your body nicely, showing off all the right curves in all the right places, or how your lips glistened due to the lip product you had on. he wonders what that texture must feel like, then shakes the thoughts out of his head. what was he doing? 

in the midst of this, on the other side of the room where you stood, you mindlessly sipped a tall glass of champagne, with the little information you gained. you only managed to hear some women talking about how a family owed them money, and their kid was in college, and that the kid should’ve studied hard to get scholarship money instead. interrupting these thoughts, a younger man approaches you. he’s got the typical rich boy look, a cocky little smile on his face. the heavy scent of cologne throws you off as he stops in front of you, a glass in one of his hands, and his other one shoved into his pocket. “I haven’t seen you around here before, are you new to town?” you cock your head to the side, and sip on your drink. “not really. I just don’t come around this area too often. I normally don’t have time to go to places like this.” he chuckles and reaches up to scratch his eyebrow. “well, it’s my pleasure to meet you. I’m seo namjun. as in seo industries.” you feigned surprise, and beamed, “wow, the seo industries? how is that?” you pretend to show interest and he doesn’t suspect a thing, and he’s telling you all about the properties they own when his free hand rests on your forearm and moves up along to your shoulder. you shudder at the calloused feeling, and he notices. “I can make you happy, sweetheart. all you need to give me is one night, it’ll be the best night of your life.” and he leans in to try to kiss you. he catches you completely off guard, so much so that you push him back, and his glass slips from his hand and shatters on the ground, shards of glass mix with ice cubes. this seems to trigger something in him, and his eyes snap back to you.

“what are you doing, leave m-” your cut off by namjun’s harsh grip on your face, his large hand roughly squeezes your face between his fingers. your eyes dart around you and it’s unbelievable how no one comes to help you, or even notice what is happening. and those who do, just stand and watch the scene unfold. namjun clenches his jaw and says, “no girl has ever refused me like that. how dare you?!” and his head dives in for a forced kiss. the only thing you can do is attempt to hold your hands out to stop him and you shut your eyes. but you don’t feel anything. in fact, the grip around your face is gone in itself. you do, however, hear a thud and a groan. you open your eyes to see hyungjun standing in front of you, holding you behind him, and namjun is on the ground, his nose bleeding. “if she said no, then it means no.” namjun only seems to get more infuriated by this and gets up, before swinging at hyungjun. one hit after another, both men fight each other. at this point, there’s a crowd that’s formed around the two and they don’t stop until you start pulling hyungjun back and an older man, who you assume is related to namjun starts pulling him back. “stop it namjun! we are in public! do you have any self-respect?” namjun huffs out, and glares at you and hyungjun one last time, before releasing himself from the man’s grip and walking briskly towards the opposite direction. hyungjun takes you by the wrist and through the crowd of people, outside, until you’re by the car. 

he unlocks the car and you both quietly sit in the vehicle as he starts his drive back home. the ride back home starts out quiet. the tension is heavy in the air. you start off by apologizing, but he cuts you off. “I should be the one apologizing for putting you in a difficult situation. I shouldn’t have even let you come here tonight, your safety was threatened and I-” you rest your hand over his that rests on the gear stick. you notice the small cuts on them, before you softly say, “it’s okay. he didn’t hurt me, all thanks to you.” a small smile forms on hyungjun’s face and your heartbeat reaches your ears.  you two come back home, and walk in the mansion, catching each others’ gaze once more before going towards your respective rooms. it’s been about ten minutes and you’re back in normal clothing, makeup-free and you decide to grab a first-aid kit and head over to hyungjun’s room. he’s just getting out of the shower, freshly dressed. his wounds still aren’t clean enough yet, you think and you have him sit down. opening the small first aid kit, you start by grabbing an antiseptic wipe, muttering “this may sting a little, so bear with me,” before cleaning up the small cut on the corner of his cheekbone and a small slit in his lip. “thank you for being there with me today, I don’t know what would’ve happened. I’m so glad you came before anything could happen.” as you finish talking, you look up to see hyungjun staring at your lips. your silence seems to catch his attention, and he looks back into your eyes. there are small specks of amber in hyungjun’s eyes. they’re pretty. subconsciously, your eyes fall on his lips: plump, pink, kissable. wait, what? hyungjun wastes no time, and surprises you with an arm quickly pulling you flush against him, and he leans in and kisses you. you kiss him back, the faint taste of iron only igniting the fire in you. your hands drop the supplies you were holding and instead fly into his hair. pulling at the chocolate roots elicits a small groan from him, and you’ve decided that this is something you’d never get tired of hearing. after the dire need of oxygen captures both of your attention, you pull back, heavily breathing. a stray hair hangs loose before you and hyungjun moves it away. “I want to tell you something, y/n,” he starts off before telling you how it’s been forever since he had felt like this: happy. “I forgot what it felt like until I met you. after meeting you I began to look forward to the next day, and the day after, and so on.  but you also brought along this heart fluttering sensation in me. I don’t know what it is, but I can’t stop thinking of you”, and you giggle, and widely smile, “I like you too, hyungjun. very much.” and you notice him turn red at your comment and have decided that another thing you learn about him is that he can be cute, whether or not he approved of being so. “so, after all of this, would you like to give us a try?” he offers, reaching to hold your hand. and with a smile, you intertwine your fingers and lean in, “why after this, when we can give us a try now?” before you peck him on the cheek and you exit his room, leaving hyungjun a blushing mess. but he’s your mess, and that’s all you can ask for.

a/n: that’s all for hyungjun... now, who do you choose next? maybe hyungjun wasn’t who you expected.. who did you expect then?  let me know in the comments!

[sweetdejun]

coterie: the shot glass (1/2)

gang!x1 x fem!reader

synopsis: you’re an ordinary girl, with an ordinary life. but what happens when you catch the gang that is famous for keeping their deeds under the table, in action?

coterie’s masterlist can be found here

pairing: song hyungjun and y/n

a/n: mentions of alcohol, and mild swearing, so proceed with caution.

“that’s mine,” the boy wearing the red blazer says, and you’re trying to think of his name, before seungwoo says, “alright, so y/n, you’re paired with hyungjun. hyungjun, take her with you and explain what you do.” you look back at hyungjun, and he’s got this empty look in his eyes. even though they are looking back at you, they seem to respond back with voidness. soon, all the boys dispersed into different directions, including hyungjun. you blinked and stood where you were. hyungjun halts and turns around, rolling his eyes, “well, aren’t you going to follow me?” you raise your eyebrows at the cold tone he speaks to you in and nodding a little, you catch up to him before he stuffs his hands in his pockets, and leads the way. you and hyungjun walk down the endless hallway, silently, him a few steps ahead of you. he finally reaches a door and opens it before entering the room and leaving the door open, for you to come into. he sits on his bed and faces you. “so, you chose me? I have to say, you didn’t seem like the kind of person to choose a shot glass. you like alcohol?” you stand there bewildered. just a few seconds ago, this guy seemed like he wanted nothing to do with you and he could care less about you, period; why did he all of a sudden show interest in you? you replied, “I don’t know why I chose it. I’m not a huge drinker, but I don’t shy away from a beer once in a while. and what do you mean by ‘kind of person’?” hyungjun hears your answer and blows a raspberry, falling back onto his bed. “boring. you’re no fun, that’s what I meant by ‘kind of person’. I was clearly right, you don’t seem like a party person or much of a drinker. well, I’m sorry to tell you that that’s exactly what I do, as part of this gang. I’m a party animal. I like to dance, drink, have fun and my main job in the gang is to keep an eye out for any specific targets seungwoo hyung tells me about or even specific clients who’ve stepped off on the wrong foot with us. capisce?” 

hyungjun gets back up to gauge your reaction. you don’t seem too keen about going out and partying, he thinks. you seem like a simple girl, who doesn’t go out partying often. he almost feels bad that you picked him, of everyone. almost. “forget it, it doesn’t seem like it’s your forte. it’s not like you give off ‘party’ vibes, you know?” you really aren’t because you never used to do that in your school days. that was really the only thing holding you back, otherwise, you wouldn’t have been caught at a party over your dead body. but, now things are different. you aren’t in school any longer. what do you have to lose now? “if you don’t like it, you’re more than welcome to choose someone else-” you cut hyungjun off, putting your hand up and bringing him to a stop. now you have a goal: hyungjun had this perception of you being this plain jane. nothing wrong with it, but somehow, him insinuating this fueled this feeling of wanting to prove him wrong. now, you were willing to go to extremes if it meant you were going to change his perception of you, because hell, you don’t like it. “I won’t leave. I’ll work with you, tell me what I need to do.” hyungjun noticed this change of demeanor and was stunned, to say the least. of course, he didn’t let this show on his face too much, only responding with an “oh?” you nodded confidently, and raised your head high. “okay, well, tomorrow’s friday, so you know what that means. be ready by 10 p.m., and I suggest if you’re someone who’s not a night owl, maybe take a nap or something because we will be up all night. also, give me your phone number.” you fish your phone out of your back pocket, and then realized that seungwoo changed your SIM card, so now, you don’t know what the phone number is. “I don’t know it,” you sheepishly tell him, to which hyungjun dramatically sighs. “alright, give me your phone, then. I’ll put in my number myself.” he takes the mobile device and presses in the ten digits. handing back your phone, he shoos you out with his hand, “now go, I’m tired as fuck.” scoffing, you’re about to reply when he shoves you out of his room and shuts the door in your face. how rude. 

you’ve got to say, partying is not something you would’ve preferred wasting your time on, but you needed to prove a point to hyungjun. in fact, hyungjun was surprised that you were still going with him, obediently following his directions. in the first few times, it was clear that you didn’t go to too many parties. one day, one week, and two weeks pass by and you’ve gone to these parties with hyungjun, and it went on like a routine. hyungjun would walk in, and his feet gravitated him to the bar, where he would throw back his head and swallow shot after shot. then he’d be a part of the mosh pit. you, with your one beer (if you wanted to spice it up, you’d go for a margarita), would sit back in one of the corners, next to a group of friends gossiping or a couple getting hot and heavy. hyungjun knew that you were new to this: you didn’t even have proper clubwear in the beginning. but, you didn’t care. you just did as he told you to: observe the place and not be drunk enough to where you couldn’t navigate your way out of the club. your relationship with him was getting better, you would say: in the beginning, he would barely ever talk to you, and the times he did, he would keep the conversations short. however, after spending enough time with him, you realized that hyungjun’s actually a hardcore softie. he has this tough exterior, but in reality, the boy uses mud face masks and holds his hair back with a bunny ear headband (you also found this secret stash of hyungjun’s pictures with these really cute filters... the boys don’t even know about them). he’s got quite the sense of humor also; dry, sarcastic comments are often exchanged between the two of you ( “please, keep talking, I only yawn when I’m super fascinated”, “hey, remember when I asked for your opinion? me neither.” “can you do me a favor, and kindly fuck off?” etc). at times, you still can’t believe that you assimilated here, with your kidnappers, now, your boss and colleagues. you definitely think that hyungjun had some part in this; he helped you feel more comfortable here, whether or not that was his intention. you gradually began to grow more empathetic towards him. “business” has been slow, in that sure, you and hyungjun had been doing what seungwoo asked you guys to do, but you haven’t been assigned anything too crazy. until now, at least. you were in your room, binge-watching the latest drama.

just as the drama was getting good, hyungjun barged into your room, leaving the door wide open, and stood by your bedside. he was blocking the view of the television, and you tried to look around his head, but it followed the movements of your own head. “what?” you shut off the tv and looked back at him. you noticed something different in his eyes; a fiery passion, you wanted to say. “it’s time. we’ve officially been given our biggest assignment yet. this is the one we’ve been waiting for.” your ears perked up at this, and you gave hyungjun your full attention as he broke down the details for you. the owners of the biggest chaebol were throwing a birthday party for one of their family members in the biggest casino in the city. you two were to pose as attendees (”they shouldn’t be able to find us suspicious, so be as natural as you can” hyungjun tells you) and keep an eye out for the people that were attending. “they’ll invite the most influential people in the entire country, which will be useful information for us, when we relay this information back to seungwoo hyung, he’ll know where to go from there.” you nod, and before you can ask anything, hyungjun asks, “do you have anything fancy enough to wear to the casino? if not, we may have to go shopping. or, well, you’ll go, with soonja ahjumma. the party’s in three days, okay? we can’t afford to mess anything up.” you sigh out, “I’m not sure if I have anything fit for the occasion, so I probably would have to go with ahjumma.” hyungjun nods and turns around to leave the room, but just before he leaves, he spins his head back to look at you. “remember, three days. I’ll see you then.” and he walked back to your door and was heading out, while you went to the phone and called soonja, and in the midst of all this, you didn’t notice hyungjun stop in his tracks and turn back to look at you, this unusual feeling rising in his chest.