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JOONG ARCHEN as FADEL episode 2 of THE HEART KILLERS

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HONGJOONG SMUT FIC RECS LIBRARY

✦ Secret Room ✦

disclaimer: I do not own any of these works and they do not represent the real kim hongjoong. all rights belong to the respective writers who made them.

all pairings are hongjoong x reader only.

further info is already stated in the main Library.

this is a special section reserved for works with kinks heavily influencing the story

✶ - favorites

╔═ secret♕room ═╗

In this list, by order:

✠ Daddy ✠ DILF ✠ Sir

✠ Breeding ✠ Corruption

✠ Size Kink/Size Difference

✠ Voyeurism ✠ Mirrors ✠ Car Sex

✠ Somnophilia ✠ Feminization

✠ Noona ✠ Exhibitionism (Public/Semi-Public)

✠ Nipple Play/Chest Worship

✠ Anal ✠ Knifeplay/Blood Kink

「 ✦ Daddy Kink ✦ 」

includes Hard Dom/Mean Dom!Hongjoong, DDLG/dollification/BDSM themes

Scent Play - @whatudowhennooneseesyou (wc 1k)

Recordings - crimsonbubble

Day 22 - whatudowhennooneseesyou

Thunder - barbzberry on ao3 (wc 2k)

Face Sitting - whatudowhennooneseesyou (wc 1k)

Untitled drabble feat. Seonghwa - @haiyuta

✶ Kitten and the Stranger - @ren-the-dragon (wc 7k)

✶ Kitten and the Stranger part 2 (Birthday Boy) - ren-the-dragon

Yours Alone - @frenchkisstheabyss (wc 1k)

Day 1 - @taehyungisminee

Rumor - @mingis-lightbulb

Hongjoong oneshot - @sugawhaaa

[1:48] Exhaused feat. Seonghwa - hanatiny (wc 1.3k)

* Dollification

Doll - nateezfics (1.8k)

✶ Thank You - @spinster-sisters (wc 2.8k)

Day 4: Pretty, Special Doll - whatudowhennooneseesyou

* BDSM

Leash feat. ot7 - @barnesbabee

Mistleblow feat. Seonghwa - @choijjongho (wc 6k)

「 ✦ DILF ✦ 」

Kinktober Day 25 - @ateezreactionsandscenarios (wc 3k)

In Vino Veritas - @pirateprincessblog (wc 7k)

Not Just A Dream - @ja3honey (wc 1.12k)

Definitely Not a Dream - ja3honey (wc 2k)

Love Me Like Your Favourite Dream - ja3honey (wc 5k)

「 ✦ Sir Kink ✦ 」

Tease feat. San - @hongism (wc 4.5k)

Demon's Prize - crimsonbubble

7:48 - crimsonbubble

Just For Me - @hongcherry (wc 9.9k)

Take It feat. Seonghwa- crimsonbubble

Suit and Offices - @hwanchaesong

✶ Covetous - @mountainficss (wc 2.5k)

Happy Anniversary - wonwussy

「 ✦ Breeding ✦ 」

Please - @mountainsluna (wc 1k)

Breeding - whatudowhennooneseesyou (wc 1k)

Kinktober Day 8 - @multiwreckedmess (wc 900)

The Shoe on the Other Foot - @bro-atz (wc 3k)

Untitled breeding kink drabble 1- @hyetiny

Untitled breeding kink drabble 2 - hyetiny

✶ Fill You Up - @last-words-ofashootingstar (wc 1k)

「 ✦ Corruption Kink ✦ 」

All Mine - @hongthoven (wc 2.6k)

Whole Other Level - whatudowhennooneseesyou (wc 1k)

Not Ready Yet - liara586 on ao3 (wc 1.8k)

✶ Hidden - @latte-fairytaekwoon (wc 3.5k)

Day 6: Ride - whatudowhennooneseesyou (wc 1k)

Ruin Me - @sxcret-garden (wc 1k)

「 ✦ Size Kink / Size Difference ✦ 」

✶ Baby Girl - mountainsluna (wc 1.5k)

Day 6 - hongism (wc 7.5k)

「 ✦ Voyeurism ✦ 」

✶ Consensual Voyeurism feat. Wooyoung, Seonghwa- @sanjoongie (wc 3.7k)

Three A.M. - Abiaswreck on ao3 (wc 2.9k)

+ Toys - @oceanlix (wc 1.9k)

Desperate - hanafudaearrings (wc 5.6k)

Day 4 - brownsugarbaybee (wc 1.3k)

「 ✦ Mirrors ✦ 」

Mirrors - @tohokuu (wc 700)

POV - @pyeonghongrie (wc 1k)

Mirror - hwanchaesong

「 ✦ Car Sex ✦ 」

Sunrise - @xoexoxhoe

Mist - hongthoven (wc 4.5k)

✶ Beach Parking - nateezfics (wc 1.3k)

Making Partner includes other members- bro-atz (wc 27k)

Don't Drive and Day Dream - ja3honey (wc 1.8k)

Criminal - spinster-sisters (wc 6k)

LA Devotee - spinster-sisters (wc 21k)

✶ Midnight Snack - swalledbymadness (wc 2.3k)

「 ✦ Somnophilia ✦ 」

+ free use (untitled) - @almightyddeonghwa (wc 800)

Day 16 - @starlitmark (wc 800)

2:08am - @crdteezv (wc 500)

Late Night Worship - hwallazia (wc 800)

「 ✦ Feminization ✦ 」

✶ Yummy - @bobateastay (wc 3k)

Bubblegum Bitch male reader- pyeonghongrie (wc 2.4k)

FFF Day 4 - sanjoongie (wc 2k)

FFF Day 24 - sanjoongie (wc 1.3k)

Ateez in Skirts - sanjoongie (wc 1k)

✶ S*x worker joong - hyetiny

「 ✦ Noona ✦ 」

Knockin' on Heaven's Door - Yellow Beacon on a03 (wc 9k)

Watch Your Mouth - Atiny-Piratequeen on ao3 (wc 800)

One More Night multi-chapter- Yellow Beacon on ao3 (wc 78k)

Watch Your Mouth - @atiny-piratequeen (wc 800)

「 ✦ Exhibitionism (Public/Semi-Public) ✦ 」

✶ HJ and a Latte - drwayward on ao3 (wc 3k)

Hot and Cold - hongthoven (wc 3k)

Un-dressing Room - hwanchaesong (wc 1.8k)

Day 9: Strike One - whatudowhennooneseesyou (wc 1k)

Daddy January Day 5 - whatudowhennooneseesyou (wc 1k)

Dirty Laundry - @barnesbabee

Better When It Feels Wrong - @teezertales (wc 2.7k)

✶ Sleigh Ride - hongism (wc 3k)

Exhibitionism - hongism (wc 2.5k)

Splash! male reader - revluvzen (wc 4k)

Red - nateezfics (wc 2k)

「 ✦ Nipple Play/Chest Worship ✦ 」

Slip - @puddingyun (wc 500)

Chest Worship - @ithinkilikeit-reactions

Chest Worship - hyetiny

「 ✦ Anal ✦ 」

A Hundred Ways to Ruin You part 1 feat. Seonghwa - daisukekuroneko on ao3

A Hundred Ways to Ruin You part 2 feat. Seonghwa - daisukekuroneko on ao3

「 ✦ Knifeplay/Blood Kink ✦ 」

Slice - HannieLuv on ao3 (wc 1.9k)

*.last updated 07/15/24.*

「 ✦ Deepthroating ✦ 」

「 ✦ Phone Sex ✦ 」

🆕✨ Hot To Go! - @kitten4sannie (wc 1.5k)

MORE TO BE ADDED SOON

[mingigoo]

hi sie!! i'm happy to see that your requests are open and would like to request something myself c: 1. seonghwa 2. roommate au 3. prompts 11 and 17 4. with spice please 🙏 thanks so much! i rly appreciate you and your writing even if you can't get to this 💕

I hope you like this!!! really enjoyed writing this one :)

— sleep-talker || p.sh (m.)

“You know you sleep talk?” 

“Stop looking at me like that.

🌊pairing ⇢ (fem) reader x roommate! Seonghwa

🌊 summary ⇢ when you and your friends decide on a trip to the beach for spring break, you get stuck rooming with the man you "hate" the most. The line between love and hate is as thin as ice, and you were about to break it.

🌊 genre/au ⇢ roommates au, vacation au, one bed trope, forced proximity au, smut

🌊 warnings/tags ⇢ 18+ minors DNI, wet dreams, fingering, rough sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, PDA, "enemies" to lovers, one-bed trope, teasing, jealousy, intense tension like holy hell

🌊 word count ⇢ 10.2k words

🌊 taglist ⇢ @jjhmk @yesv01 @roe-sinning @meowmeowminnie @yeritheloml @yukine-smx @y00nzin0 @8tinytings @halesandy @shegotboreddsoo @kangyeosangelic @sanshineeeeee @kodzukein @hwaightme @likexaxdaydream @ssaboala @gtr-skyline-lover @wooyoungjpg @lonewolfjinji @asjkdk @charreddonuts (please let me know if I forgot you!)

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“Are you for real right now?”

Spring break. A time for rest, relaxation, and lots and lots of sex.

And now, your plans of being a whore for the vacation were ruined.

“Yes, y/n. I can't afford another room just for you to have to yourself,” Hongjoong, your older brother, mumbled as he stuffed the last bit of clothes into his luggage. “You’ll have to room with Seonghwa. San and Wooyoung already called each other.”

He zipped up his suitcase and stood up to leave, but he couldn't get off that easily. “Please, Joong. I’ll do anything. Cant I just room with you and Mingi?” he hastily made his way out of his room and into the living room, trying his hardest to get away from you. “I’ll sleep on the floor. No blanket, just the floor. Please.”

He turned to face you, a confused expression on his face. “Why are you so adamant about not staying with Hwa? What did he ever do to you?” he asked you, genuinely curious. The truth is, he did nothing to you personally. Maybe that was why you hated him, because god, if he gave you the time of day, you would pounce on him like a cat in heat.

You groaned, running a hand through your messy, unwashed hair. “Because he’s a dumb ass jerk that gets everything he wants.” 

Hongjoong laughed at you and turned away. “It's only a week, y/n. He’ll probably spend most of his time in our room, anyway. Just bring a book to read or something to distract yourself.”

As if reading is the thing you'll be focused on if you were in a room with him. Oh Nah, you'll be wishing he’d walk around shirtless and hoping he somehow takes a shower and walks out with nothing on—

“I hope you're packed and ready….” Joong trailed off as he looked at your messy exterior, and stifled a laugh. “And if you're thinking of getting laid, you might want to shower.”

You slapped him on the shoulder, having no drive to shower. You'll get one when you get there. It's not like you were that stinky.

“Shut up, dickhead.”

You stood on the sidewalk of your apartment building, Hongjoong’s little yellow Geo Tracker sitting there lookin’ all cute. However, the tiny thing only had five seats.

There were six of you.

“Welp looks like I can't go! What a shame, what a shame,” you sarcastically yelled out, tossing your hands in the air exasperatedly.  “Have fun without me!”

“Shut your mouth, will you?” Hongjoong groaned, tossing your luggage into the “trunk” or whatever it was. “It's only a ride to the airport. You can sit on someone’s lap for ten minutes.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Why am I the one that has to do that? Wooyoung is like the size of my arm. He can do it.”

Joong shut the trunk with force at your comment, totally disregarding you. “Hop in,” he said. “Enjoy shotgun while you have the chance.”

You got in reluctantly, even though you were very excited about the beach itself. Your excitement was short-lived as you approached the devil’s lair.

“Stay here, I’ll go help them,” Hongjoong mumbled, pushing his sunglasses up on his forehead as he put the car in park. 

You nodded, your arms crossed over your chest. You didn't mind the rest of the group— San and Wooyoung always knew how to make you laugh, and Mingi was absolutely eye candy. You wouldn't mind sitting on his lap on the way to the airport.

Just as you got comfortable with your head resting against the window, the door abruptly opened, causing you to nearly fall out of the vehicle. “For fuck’s sake, who the hell—” your words got caught in your throat as you met eyes with Park fucking Seonghwa. “Oh, it's you…”

He stood there, his thin torso draped in a sheer white top and his long, lean legs covered in a pair of black pants. You swallowed your drool like a schoolgirl, making sure he never knows how you think of him.

“What?” you raised your eyebrow, not moving an inch and not even reaching to unplug your seatbelt. “This seat’s taken, buddy.”

He snickered, his lips mockingly curled up in a sneer. “Oh, aren't you a sweetheart? Now move, I called shotgun.”

“Well, I did first.”

“No, you didn't.”

“Yes, I did.”

“No.”

“Yes—”

“Neither of you are getting shotgun,” your brother laughed from behind Seonghwa, San and Wooyoung giggling like the goofs they are next to him. You still didn't move, even as Joong approached and unbuckled your seatbelt for you. “Y/N, please help me out here.”

You debated on throwing a fit, but knowing that it would just cause more problems, you sighed and pushed yourself out of the front seat. Now standing on the curb of the sidewalk right in front of Seonghwa, you tilted your head up to look him in the eyes. His gaze was intense—it made you envision what it would be like in bed, looking down at him from above, and how his eyebrows would knit together in pleasure. God, you needed to get laid this vacation, or you were going to be suffering from delusions.

Without warning, Mingi pushed through both of you, interrupting your staring contest.

“We better go, I don't want to listen to their bickering any longer,” the tall boy huffed as he plopped himself in the front seat, a proud smile resting on his lips. 

San sat in the backseat on the right, Wooyoung next to him in the middle. That left either you or seonghwa to fight to the death for that last seat, but you knew how this was going to end.

And it wasn't going to end well.

—

“You comfortable, y/n?” your brother called from the driver’s seat, looking back at you through the rearview mirror.

You frowned so deeply you could've sworn your face was permanently stuck like that.

There you were, in the back of the car, in the most uncomfortable seat ever. Seonghwa groaned underneath you, his bony body not offering you any wiggle room. You didn't answer your brother, you were certain your expression was enough of a response.

You adjusted yourself on Seonghwa’s lap, looking out the window for any distraction. As you moved, you felt him move his hips, and you had to shut away your filthy thoughts about him as soon as they came. Between his movements and his groans, your stomach was knotting in something more than butterflies.

The car was filled with conversation, however, you and Seonghwa remained quiet and in your own little worlds. As the others bantered, you pushed yourself up further on his lap, grimacing as you heard him let out a grunt in your ear. 

And then when his hands gripped onto your bare thighs, you were the one to gasp.

“Stop moving,” he whispered in your ear with haste, almost like a sneer. You kept your vision forward as his breath danced in your ear. “It hurts.”

You swallowed hard. “Oh? Is your little dick that sensitive?” you whispered back, smirking. You moved again, this time on purpose, feeling his bulge through his pants. You kept your cool, ignoring his shaky breaths from behind you. “Are you that happy to see me, Hwa?”

“Shut your mouth or you won’t see the sunrise,” he hissed, but his voice was weak. 

The ten-minute ride felt like an eternity as he breathed underneath you, your mind constantly thinking about how hard he was getting underneath you and how sweet it would be to turn around and face him to see his reaction to you.

You looked to your right, seeing Wooyoung with a knowing smile on his face. “What?” you asked him, raising an eyebrow.

He shrugged, grinning. “Nothing, nothing,” he said, letting out a giggle. “Just that you both seem…cozy.” 

You slapped him on the shoulder, your movements causing Seonghwa to wiggle underneath you.

“Dammit, Y/N I told you to stop moving,” he seethed, his grip on your thigh tightening. Hongjoong looked back through the mirror, worry in his expression.

“Everything okay?” he asked, meeting your eyes before focusing on the road once again. “We’re almost there, only about a minute or two.”

“Ten-minute ride my ass,” you mumbled, and as you entered the Airport, you should've known that there were going to be speed bumps on the way in….

The shitty old car hopped over the bump, feeling like it hit a huge boulder. You bounced up, not held by any seatbelt, landing hard, right on Seonghwa’s family jewels.

“Fuck,” he cried, tossing his head back against the headrest. Your hands were now holding onto his legs for dear life.

“Joong, will you slow down for those things? Some of us are suffering back here,” you said, to which seonghwa started laughing.

“You're telling me.” he scoffed.

“Okay okay, I just have to park. I have no idea how this works….where the hell is the long-term parking—”

“Probably over there,” Mingi pointed in the opposite direction.

“No, no, I think it’s—”

“I can't take this anymore!” you cried out, leaning forward to assist Hongjoong since Mingi isn't helping. “There's a huge sign in front of us. How can you miss that? It spells it out, dammit.” you huffed, throwing yourself back into your “seat.” This time, he didn't let out a single groan, probably just as fed up with you as you were with him.

Finally, Hongjoong found the lot and parked the car, and as soon as it was stationary, you tossed yourself out of the vehicle like there was no tomorrow. You knew that you couldn't last a minute more on his lap, because if you did, you would be so tempted to turn around and make out with those painfully pretty lips of his. God, he made you so mad. Ever since you met him, there were only the same thoughts circulating round and round. 

Dirty thoughts.

Seonghwa crawled out of the car like a decrepit old spider, his long legs holding up his body with grace. You bit your lip, looking down at where you were sitting on him. Quickly, you looked away as he noticed your gaze, and ran away to go help the others with the luggage.

You weren't quick enough to miss the achingly attractive smirk on Seonghwa’s face.

Why did he have to be so….. libidinous? He was like a wild animal, able to take the lives away of his prey with just an expression.

No more seonghwa on the brain—it was beach time. You were certain you could find someone at a bar to sleep with later, and it wouldn't be Hwa.

Not now, not ever.

—

You got lucky with the plane ride.

Your seat buddy was Mingi, and Hongjoong knew how much you like your window seats.

Mingi nearly slept the whole flight, his head rested against your shoulder. He snored a little, but it didn't matter. The gentle giant had a place in your heart, so he could do no wrong. 

You often stole glances at Seonghwa across the aisle, his head bobbing up and down as he fought his tiredness. He was so much more likable when he was sleeping, but that was definitely due to the fact that he couldn't stare at you with those entrancing eyes or run that mouth of his.

You were the only one awake by the end of the flight. It was difficult for you to sleep in public places. It didn't feel right. So you would fight off sleep as hard as you could and distract yourself with anything around you.

After the fiasco of leaving the plane, you anxiously trailed behind Hongjoong through the busy airport, pushing past loads of people who had places to be. Thank goodness you were able to leave the airport without a fuss, even if seonghwa was nearly breathing down your neck as you exited.

Luckily, the ride to the hotel wasn't far—and there were more than enough seats for all of you. You distanced yourself from Seonghwa, ignoring his hellish gaze.

The hotel you were staying at stood tall, facing the gorgeous blue ocean for a perfect view. You shut your eyes as you took everything in, smelling the saltiness and the warmth of the air. You smiled to yourself, but your delightful moment didn't last long.

Seonghwa bumped into you purposely, digging his shoulder into yours before walking past you toward the hotel entrance. “Hey, what was that for?” you growled, a scowl on your face.

“You were in the way,” is all he said, not even bothering to turn to face you as he spoke. He continued walking, his beautiful silhouette showing through his sheer shirt. Oh, you wanted to tear it off of him so badly.

You let out a huff of air, but then followed your friends into the building, knowing the end was near if you had to share the room with your snack of choice.

Hongjoong went up to the front desk as you and the boys stood near the doorway, waiting for him to check us in. It didn't take him long, and soon enough, he was walking back over, key cards in his hand, and a bright smile on his face. “All checked in! This’ll be our home for the next week.”

San grabbed his key card first. “Are we all on the same floor? Like in a row? It would be no fun if I had to actually put on clothes to go on the elevator.”

“Yes, San, we’re all on the same floor.” Hongjoong held in his laugh, already clearly enjoying his time away from reality. You stood angrily with your arms across your chest next to seonghwa, who didn't look any happier than you. “And will you two brighten up? You’re killing the vibe.”

You rolled your eyes, glancing up at the boy next to you. His dark hair was slightly frizzy from the humidity, sticking to his forehead like it would if he were sweating. You gulped, thinking dirty thoughts once more before regaining your peace of mind. “I’m not doing anything. It’s all him.”

“No, it’s all you, not me.” he retaliated.

“You’re the one that got a hard-on from me just innocently sitting on your lap.”

“You were purposely shoving your ass on me like a freak—”

“You are ruining the vacation already—”

“Annnd we’re not doing this again,” Mingi sighed and then gripped onto your arm to pull you towards the elevator. 

“Let’s go, we got bars to get wrecked at.”

—

“Oh, hell no.”

You dropped your luggage as you entered your room for the week, staring at what was in it.

Or lack thereof.

One bed—a queen, maybe, sat in the middle of the room. A chair was tilted by the sliding glass doors that opened to the balcony, and a lamp stood in the corner. It was cute, of course, but you thought this couldn't get any worse.

Seonghwa walked past you into the room, setting his suitcase on the floor by the chair. “Don't worry,” he hummed, his voice low. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“I–” you paused, taking in a breath before continuing. “You can sleep on the bed, I ain't that mean.”

“So you think I’m going to let my best friend’s sister sleep on the floor?” he laughed, but it wasn't out of humor. “That’s funny. I’d get my ass beat.” He sat down on the floor, stretching out his long legs before opening his suitcase. “Just forget about me like you usually do and take the bed.”

You had no snarky remarks to throw at him this time, your eyelids feeling heavier than ever. You sighed, sitting down on the bed with a thud. “Okay, fine. Wake me up when we are going to leave.”

“Yeah yeah,” he snarkily replied, too focused on his luggage in front of him. You shut your eyes slowly, holding on to your consciousness a little longer, before drifting off into a sleep that would cause an unexpected uproar a few hours later.

—

After your amazing nap, you and the boys found your way to a beach bar, sand filling the floor and loud music playing in the background. You took your rightful spot at the bar, sitting right next to Wooyoung, who was already chugging a fruity margarita. 

“You should try this, Y/N,” he let out a satisfied sigh after he finished his gulp. “Tastes like fucking unicorns and rainbows.”

You laughed. “Sounds divine, but I’ll pass and get my whiskey sour.”

He grimaced. “Ew, you should spruce it up a little bit sometimes.”

San sat down on the other side of him, a fancy glass in his hands as well. “Yeah, you’re kind of a bore.”

“San what the—”

“She is, isn't she?” Seonghwa hummed from behind you, and of course, sat his ass in the chair right next to you. You groaned, ignoring him once again, although it was quite hard to not drool as he gulped his beer, his throat bobbing as he drank it.

Fucking hell.

You looked around for any sign of your brother to save you, and once you saw him, you cringed, turning right back around to face the bar. “Dear god, can't he keep his dick in his pants for five minutes?” you shivered, trying to think of anything else other than your brother making out with a random person. 

Seonghwa looked back, a smirk on his face as you ordered your drink. “Hypocrite. Just last week I walked in on you with Mingi in the chem lab,” he snickered, his midnight eyes catching the neon lights behind the bar. “Your tongue was so far down his throat I swear I—”

“Says the guy who I caught watching porn freshman year in the computer lab—”

“Here’s your Whiskey sour,” the bartender awkwardly interrupted, but thank god he did. You quickly chugged it, finishing it within a minute of getting it. He gave you another right away, and you downed that one as quickly as it came. He was cute, a little on the scruffy side, but definitely a good one-night. You gave him a look, feeling accomplished as he smirked a little before serving someone else.

“Maybe you shouldn't drink so fast, y/n,” San murmured from Wooyoung’s side, his strong arms holding his weight against the table. “You get drunk really quick on an empty stomach. Remember what happened last time? You have a bad habit of trying to kiss everything you see.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, setting the empty glass down on the bar. As you did that, you felt the warmth of the alcohol fill your body. “What? Who did I kiss?”

Seonghwa laughed from the other side of you while you focused on San.

“Me.” San blinked. “Tongue and all. But not just me, you kissed the statue outside our campus. You know, that really rusty one?”

You gagged. “Ew, no. stop. No, I didn't.”

“Oh, yes you did,” Seongwha piped in, sipping on his third or fourth beer. “And then you threw up on my shoes when I brought you home.”

You let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, taking his beer right out of his hands. “Phew, thank god I didn't kiss you,” you shivered, bringing the bottle up to your lips. After you started chugging it a little bit, Hwa ripped the bottle away from you.

You felt your vision start to sway from the alcohol. You loved the feeling of being drunk—just hated the hangovers. Right now though, you wanted to get wasted and go home with a stranger. The hangover will be tomorrow’s problem.

But seonghwa had to just run his mouth once again.

“You know you talk in your sleep, right?” He laughed, a full, humorous laugh. He tossed the bottle to the back of his throat and then continued to laugh at you. “Something about how awful the airplane food was and how drinking milk reminds you of cum.” he grimaced at the last part, but a playful smile still rested on his face. “God you are explicit.”

Your cheeks flushed, looking anywhere but his direction. “I do not sleeptalk.”

You looked to Wooyoung and San for help, but they looked dumbfounded. “I wouldn't know, y/n, I never slept with you,” San smirked, smiling deviously at you. “Unless you’re down with that, I’m all for hearing you sleeptalk in my ear all night.”

“Yeah, me too,” Woo played along, knowing he was just doing it to tease you. Seonghwa, on the other hand, was trying desperately to embarrass you in front of the hot bartender.

“God, it’s so annoying, I wanted to rip my hair out earlier,” he smiled devilishly, his teeth even brighter than normal under all the neon lights. “I thought I couldn't hate you more, but you proved me wrong.”

You looked straight ahead, ignoring Seonghwa’s goofy smile. “Whatever,” you huffed, resting your face on your hand, your elbow holding up the weight. You watched the sexy bartender notice your stare. He smiled and walked over to you.

“Need another sour?” he asked, his cheeks pinched with dimples. You had your eyes set on going home with him, and you were going to follow through with it. Seonghwa can stay outside for the night—or watch, it didn't matter to you. 

“Actually,” you pondered, blinking slowly as the alcohol hit your system even harder. “I’ll take a vodka and Sprite. Grey Goose.” you hummed, watching him nod with a smirk on his face.

Seonghwa chuckled, but you were too focused on your mission to hear him blab about how much he hated you over and over again. Soon enough, that damn grey goose hit you harder than anything. Your eyes fluttered after your second glass, your vision fuzzy, and your heartbeat racing. 

You let out a heavy sigh, unable to remember your original mission.

“Hey,” you coughed, your cheeks burning up from the toxin. You looked around the bar, only meeting Seonghwa’s eyes…..oh…they’re so pretty. “Where did everyone else go?”

He was facing you, looking at you through those sparkling irises of his. He took in a breath, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well, your brother left with that girl he was making out with earlier….San and Woo left not too long ago to go to another bar, and Mingi….” he paused, watching your expression change when mingi was mentioned. “Mingi went with them.”

“Ah,” you nodded. “Why’d you stop at mingi like that?”

He furrowed his brows. “Why’d you look like that when I mentioned him?”

You sniffled, feeling a burning sensation in your throat from all the vodka. “What do you mean?” you were too messed up to defend yourself. You didn't even know your expression changed.

“You looked…different when I said his name.”

You couldn't help but laugh at his dreary tone. “Pfft. Hwa, do you think that just because I slept with him once that I have feelings for him?”

He frowned, his eyebrows knit with confusion. “You slept with him? Mingi?”

You shrugged. “Yeah. Just once, though.” Oh god, you officially couldn't think straight. Why were you even telling him this? “But that was it.”

He looked at you with an unknown expression, flattening his lips. “So you just sleep with anyone, huh?”

You scoffed. “Well, no, not usually.” you bit your lip, looking at him without knowing how you were looking at him. “I kind of always wanted you, but I didn’t understand why, so I ignore the feeling by sleeping with other guys.”

“That makes no sense, y/n,” he spat. “What are you saying?”

You rolled your eyes, drunkenly gripping his broad shoulders, shaking him slightly. “Awh, shut it, Hwa. Haven't you ever felt that before?” you paused, not realizing how close you were. His eyes were sharp, and his lips parted. “Wanting someone you can't have? Knowing that they wouldn't want anything to do with you?”

He swallowed hard, his gaze piercing into you sharply. “You’re drunk, y/n,” he paused, looking at you intently before shaking your hands away. “Let’s go back to the hotel.”

“Oooh, don't tempt me, baby,” you poked his chest, giggling as he stood up off the barstool. You were completely oblivious to the fact that you just admitted to wanting him, but it didn't seem like he took it seriously. 

“Get up,” he huffed, gripping under your arms and lifting you off your chair. You groaned, wrapping your arms around his waist. You held onto him tightly as he reached into his back pocket to grab money, tossing it onto the counter with a glare at the bartender. 

“Enjoy your night,” Seonghwa growled, holding onto you, and made his way towards the hotel with you clung to him.

“Seonghwa,” you whispered, a giggle under your breath.

He grunted, pulling you along with him. “What?”

You sniffed. “Can I kiss you?”

He sighed. “No.”

“Why?” you mumbled, shoving your face into his chest.

“Because it’s your drunk habit.”

“So would you kiss me if it wasn't?” you asked, completely obliterated. There was no way you were going to remember this in the morning. 

He didn't answer you.

“Come on, Hwa,” you moaned, stopping and gripping onto his collar in front of the hotel. You looked up into his eyes, feeling his intense gaze cut right through your intoxication. You needed him. Needed him bad. “Just once. God, just once.”

“I…” he swallowed, his hands twitching at his sides, crying out to touch you. He kept them away, even if he didn't want to. “Not now. Not while you’re drunk.”

You blinked slowly, watching his lips flatten into a frown. “Does that mean you want to?”

He sighed, running his hands through his hair aggressively. “Please just….let’s get back to the room and get you to bed.”

You groaned, but complied, following him into the hotel and into the elevator. The ride was silent, Seonghwa standing in the corner, farthest away from you, his breathing slowed. You stared at him, leaning up against the wall.

“I really hate you,” you mumbled, glaring at him. He was too sexy, his hair messy, his eyes dark, his long legs taller than a skyscraper. You only admitted your attraction to him when you were drunk, but you couldn't deny the pull you had to him.

He looked up at you, his starry eyes looking from your legs, up to your hips, over your breasts, and finally to your eyes. He took in a sharp breath, biting the corner of his lip.

“I hate you too,” he whispered, his vision low.

And in what world would the words I hate you cause someone’s heart to flutter?

The elevator dinged at your floor, and after a moment of longing stares, Seonghwa gripped your arm and dragged you out. He held onto your drunken body as he searched for his keycard, and once he found it, you tumbled into the room together. 

Your back was pressed against the wall, his arms caging you in on both sides. His forehead was on yours, and you were able to feel his hot breath against your lips.

“Oh,” you hummed, your hands subconsciously dancing at the hem of his t-shirt. You watched his throat bob anxiously as you looked into his eyes.

It took everything in him to move away. He coughed awkwardly and then nodded toward the bed. “Come on, you need to rest.”

“Mhm,” you murmured, unable to move in a straight line. You kicked off your sandals, and pulled off your shirt with ease, leaving you only in your bra and that skimpy skirt seonghwa was looking at all night.

He watched as you walked, holding his breath without meaning to. 

As you neared the bed, you reached back to unclip your bra, but you couldn't reach it. “Hwa?”

He was looking at the floor. “Hm?” 

“Can you…” you paused, giving up on trying to get it off. “Take this off of me? It’s really uncomfortable.”

He blinked, his eyes wide. You couldn't see the confusion in his expression, but you heard the shakiness of his tone. “W-what? Your….bra?”

“Yeah.”

He didn't say anything else. He slowly walked over to where you were, and as his fingertips traced the middle of your back, you shivered under his touch.

He unclasped the hook, but held on to both ends of the bra, afraid to let it drop. “It’s done,” he whispered, backing up slightly.

You dropped the bra onto the floor and then reached to take off your skirt. As you slid it down your hips, you heard seonghwa nearly trip over his feet trying to turn away.

“Do you…always sleep naked?” he asked you, looking anywhere but where you were. You were way too drunk to care about what he sees, but you were also too tired to try. You fell onto the bed, your arm covering your breasts and your underwear still on.

“Fuck, y/n,” Seonghwa huffed, finally looking over and doing everything to not look where he shouldn't. He gently reached for the blanket, tossing it over you in one swift motion.

You shut your eyes tight, feeling his presence loom over you. He brushed away the stray hairs on your face and made sure you were laying on your side. 

“.... I’m so screwed,” he muttered, giving you one last look before walking into the bathroom and turning on the cold water. 

A cold shower, especially knowing that there was a beautiful, nearly naked girl in the bed just outside the door. 

The cold water ran down his body, giving him a rush of pain. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, biting his lip as his attraction to you only worsened. 

—

After his attempt to cleanse his messy thoughts, Seonghwa stepped out of the bathroom, towel hanging low on his hips. He hesitated before looking over at you, and after he got a good look at your pretty face, he made his way to his luggage, rooting in there for a t-shirt to toss on.

“...seong…hwa,” you moaned. 

Moaned. 

“....y/n?” he whispered, maybe thinking you were awake and needed something. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, but that sounded too….sensual than just a normal tone.

“I…ugh,” you groaned, “don't stop, please. H…Hwa.”

Seonghwa raised his eyebrows, dropping the clothes he had in his hands, eyes wide.

“Seonghwa….”

Okay, that was the third time. You were most definitely dreaming about him….

“Oh…my…god.” Hwa gulped, cautiously standing up and backing away as far as he could from you.

Little did he know how detailed your dream was.

—

His hands snaked up your bare hips, your legs wrapped around his waist. His lips were on your ear, biting, teeth clashing against your skin. 

He thrusted into you, hard, his hips buckling as he moaned. You cried out his name, back arching, nails scratching. He fucked you hard, his forehead against yours, and his eyes rolled back into his head. 

“You like that?” he whispered, his tongue sliding into your mouth before you could answer. His sweat fell on your cheek, and you moaned out his name once more. You weren't sure how you got here, how this came about, or anything. All that mattered was that you were finally with him, the man you always thought you hated.

“…hwa,” you moaned, “fuck me harder.”

And as he slammed into you with even more force than before, his lips crashed onto yours, his black hair blocking your vision. You wanted more, and more and more—

“Y/n,” 

“Just shut up and keep going,” you cried out.

“Y/N!”

You shot awake, gasping for air as your back hit the headboard. You breathed heavily, realizing that you were dreaming about all of that and that the real seonghwa was standing in front of you, shirtless, with an expression you weren't quite sure you’d ever seen before.

“Seonghwa, what—”

“S..stop it. Don't say my name,” he stuttered, looking anywhere but your body. He quickly tossed a t-shirt at you—his t-shirt. “Just put this on. The guys are down getting breakfast, so we gotta go.”

He quickly walked to his own luggage and grabbed a shirt for himself. You watched him as he tossed it on and slid on his shoes, and with one last awkward glance at you, he left the room in haste.

You were too scared to look down, hoping that you still had underwear on. You weren't too sure if that was a dream or not, but given the way he acted, it made you even more confused.

You felt the wetness between your thighs, clenching them with a sigh. You stood up, tossing on the bra that was laying on the floor as if it was thrown off of you.

After cleaning yourself up a bit, you made your way to the breakfast area on the first floor, immediately noticed by Hongjoong. “There you are! I was worried you weren't going to—” he stopped, noticing the shirt that was way too big on you. “That’s the shirt I got Hwa….”

Seonghwa cleared his throat, shoving a bagel into his mouth to distract himself.

You ignored him and sat down across from him and next to Mingi. You looked up, meeting eyes with the man you thought so filthily about, seeing a swipe of cream cheese on the bottom of his lip. You held back, knowing that it’ll just send you into another spiral if you pointed it out.

But when he stuck his tongue out to lick it off, you felt the tingle in your stomach once more, thinking back at the dream you had, and how his tongue caressed you in more ways than one.

He met eyes with you, his lips parting slightly. His gaze was much different than it ever has been. You've never seen him so….lost. His expression was conflicted, his eyes not leaving your lips.

Wooyoung smirked. “Did you guys fuck or something? What’s with the mood?”

“Wooyoung!” Hongjoong yelled.

“What? I’m just pointing out the obvious,” he shrugged.

“We didn't. Keep dreaming,” Seonghwa muttered lowly, taking another bite of his bagel.

Hongjoong huffed. “I don't want to imagine my sister and seonghwa in that way…that’s super weird.”

“Why?” seonghwa questioned, his tone serious. You looked at him, confused as to why he cared. It seemed like everyone else was just as confused as you. “Ahem, I mean…uh, is it that hard to imagine?” Seonghwa’s voice was shaky, his gaze hopping from Hongjoong to you.

It made your brother laugh. “Well, yeah. You guys hate each other, right?” he took a sip of his coffee before continuing. “It makes no sense for you to even see eye to eye, I couldn't imagine you two in any type of relationship. Maybe her and Mingi, out of everyone.”

Seonghwa dropped his bagel face down onto his plate. “Why Mingi? What’s so special about—”

“I’m right here guys….” Mingi tried to interrupt, but Seonghwa shot him a dangerous glare, causing the gentle giant to hold his tongue.

Hongjoong looked around at the boys awkwardly and picked up his fork to continue eating his eggs. “I’m just saying.”

This was too awkward. You kept stealing glances at Hwa as if he were a magnet. You assumed he felt similarly, because every time you looked, your eyes would meet, and then you would awkwardly stare for a moment too long before looking away.

And when he got up to get more food, you got up, too.

“We need to talk,” you whispered, coming right up next to him as he put a muffin on his plate. “Why are you acting weird?”

He sighed and continued to add food to his plate. “I’m not acting weird.”

As he moved to get a drink from the drink machine, you continued to follow him. “Did I do something wrong yesterday?” you gasped, holding a hand over your mouth as he still ignored you. “Did I kiss you? Dear god, I hope not—”

“No, you didn't,” he said quietly, walking back over to the table.

“Something must have happened, seonghwa—”

He stopped, nearly causing you to bump into his back. “Don't.” he paused, taking in a sharp breath, looking over his shoulder at you. “Don't say my name.”

You frowned in confusion, watching the muscles in his back move as he walked away. You couldn't remember your antics yesterday, but maybe you made him uncomfortable by sleeping nearly naked—he hated you, so you could only imagine how irritated he was.

“Listen, if it was because I was naked, I'm sorry—” 

Everyone at the table looked up as you spoke, including seonghwa. He looked shy, a blush on his cheeks, and he sat down quickly and stuffed the muffin in his mouth.

“Naked?” Mingi laughed, looking from you to seonghwa suggestively. “Sounds awfully smutty, Seonghwa.”

“We didn't—” he groaned, running a hand down his face. “Nothing happened with us.”

“Mhm, okay,” San smirked. “Whatever you say. Anyway, we have a whole day out planned, so you two better get back to your normal selves or we won't have any fun.”

You really needed to talk to seonghwa, but it seemed like you'll be busy the whole day with the boys—and he didn't seem to be very interested in talking to you, anyway.

You tilted your head in curiosity. 

“What are we doing?”

—

The day was eventful.

First, you went to the beach. Seemed innocent, until Seonghwa took off his shirt and got all soaking wet, sending you in a mess of thoughts and a mess below. He would look over at you, and wouldn't look away, paying intense attention to your body in a skimpy little bikini. 

When you went to talk to him, he body-slammed you into the ocean, and normally you would've fumed, but this time, you enjoyed his hands on your bare skin. 

After the beach, you walked along the boardwalk of shops and lots of food. You grabbed a popsicle, licking it without a thought, but when you felt an intense pressure on you, you looked over to see seonghwa looking at you with an expression you've never seen on him. His eyes were focused on your lips, his own lips curled up as he bit them. You continued to eat your popsicle, but couldn't stop looking at him.

When you tried to bring up last night, Hongjoong came over and took the rest of your pop, running away from you like a child.

At dinner, you sat at the far end of the table, as far away as possible from Seonghwa. It wasn't intended, but now there was no way you could talk, as everyone would hear your conversation.

You ate, feeling defeated. Maybe you should just forget about it.

It was still daylight after dinner. As the guys conversed about what to do next, San and Wooyoung decided to go their own way and walk the beach, which was just their code word for “shopping” for girls. Hongjoong agreed with them, shocking you since he was always hell-bent on not going off a schedule. You assumed he was just going to meet that girl he was with yesterday, but whatever, it just meant that you could be left alone with Seonghwa.

After those three left, it was only you, Seonghwa, and Mingi. Hwa stood with his hands in his pockets, awkwardly looking around as you stood outside the restaurant. Mingi was even more awkward, looking at you before speaking.

“Um, I’m just gonna go with Woo and San, so,” he breathed, looking to seonghwa now. “I’ll see you guys back at the hotel tonight.”

“Okay, Mingi,” you smiled. “See you later.”

You watched him leave and then looked at the boy standing next to you.

“So,” you tried to initiate conversation, but seonghwa started walking in the opposite direction from where everyone else went. You followed. “What should we do?”

“I’m going surfing,” he said blandly. “I don't know about you, though.”

“I’ll come with you,” you smiled, finally catching up to him. He let out an aggravated groan as you walked close to him. “Do you even know how to surf?”

He scoffed. “Yeah, of course, I do.” 

“I’m just saying,” you noted, shrugging as you followed him. “You’re too….dainty. I feel like if you fell off you’d break every bone in your body.”

Seonghwa didn't react in any way you were hoping he would. Instead, he kept walking silently, until you reached the part of the beach where the surf shack was. Wetsuits were laid out, ready to be picked up, and surfboards stood tall through the sand and against the building. You stared in awe as you approached, seeing that there was no one else here but you two.

Finally, alone at last. 

“Grab a suit if you’re gonna do this,” he pointed to them, raising an eyebrow when you stood there anxiously. “What? Don't you know how to surf?” he mocked.

You kicked at the sand, your hands behind your back. “Pff. yeah, of course, I….no. I don't.” you pleaded with your eyes sweetly, despite all of the dirty things you wanted to do to him. “Could you please teach me? Pretty please?”

He held his own suit close to his chest as he looked down at you. “Why should I?”

You stepped closer to him, causing him to step back cautiously. “Because I’m pretty?”

“Oh honey, who lied to you?” he joked.

“Please, Seonghwa?” you stressed his name, hoping to break him. You watched his eye twitch as you said it, reminding you of earlier when he told you not to say his name.

“Seonghwa seonghwa seonghwa seong—”

“Okay, fine! Jeez,” he huffed, tossing you a suit, only for it to hit you in the face. “Get dressed.”

You walked into the shack with him, going your separate ways at the locker rooms. Everything went smoothly until you tried to zipper the suit up, only being able to get it halfway. You pondered on asking seonghwa for help or completely turning into a contortionist, but after failing to do it yourself, you gave up and left the room to ask him.

Seonghwa stood amongst the surfboards, his lean body looking delicious in that surf suit. You nearly drooled looking at him.

“Hey,” you started, slowly approaching him as he picked out a board. “Can you help me zipper this?”

He turned to you, his expression conflicted as he saw you. You turned around, showing your exposed back, causing him to clear his throat. “O..okay.”

His delicate fingers brushed against the skin of your back, nearly causing you to shiver. You felt his breath hit the back of your neck as the zipper moved up and up until he zipped it completely.

“....There,” he said, swallowing. “You’re all good.”

He didn't move his hands until you pulled away from him, turning back around to face him. The silence was deafening, so you decided to break it.

“Seonghwa, about last night, what exactly happened—”

“Let’s just get started before the sun goes down,” he interrupted, looking anywhere but your eyes. “We’ll talk later.”

That was good enough for now. You watched him try to pick out a board, but he seemed extremely nervous. After a good bit of time, he grabbed a pink one, causing you to smile. Pink suited him so much, more than he’d probably like to admit.

“Let’s start with some basics,” he spoke smoothly, tossing the board down onto the sand. “Get on it. On your stomach.”

You lay down on the board, looking up at him for more directions. He taught you how to paddle with your arms, explaining that you'll have to dive under the waves sometimes if you were okay with doing that. You couldn't look weak now, especially not to him. So after the little training lesson, you were finally in the shallow water, sand already in every nook and cranny of you.

“Try to keep balance,” he said, his voice raspy. It wasn't the time to turn you on, but of course, he could do it just by his voice. “Keep your chest up.” his hand caressed your back, down your spine.

You looked up at him, his wet hair dripping down his face. You held back, as much as you could, from pouncing on him.

But when you fell off the board and got stuck underwater, you’ve never seen him so concerned before.

He grabbed you under your arms, pulling you back up and holding him to you while you coughed. You were perfectly fine—maybe a little too much water in the ears, but it was the least of your worries. What you cared about was the look on his face and the way he caged you to his body.

“y/n?” he rushed his hand over your face, pushing away your drenched hair so he could see you. “Are you okay?”

You coughed, blinking away the salt that infiltrated your eyes. Seonghwa noticed your distress and gently rubbed your face with the pad of his thumb. 

“Don't rub your eyes,” he pushed your hand away, still not letting you go from his embrace. “You'll make it worse.”

“It hurts,” you mumbled, causing his look of worry to worsen. True, the salt started burning your eyes, but you couldn't get enough of his caring touch—maybe because he’s never shown this side of himself to you.

He took in an anxious breath as he looked around. “Maybe we should get back to the hotel,” he spoke softly, the sound of water filling your senses as you looked at him. 

Everything about his appearance aggravated you—from the way his midnight hair draped his face, dripping with water down his cheeks, to the way his normally judgemental eyes seemed gentle and sweet. He looked kind, the type of man who would worship his lover like a queen, and all the time knowing him, you tried your hardest to only see him in a negative light.

Now, as he held you in the cold, sparkling ocean as the sun was setting, all you saw was your reflection in his eyes and all you felt was the undeniable pull to be with him. To touch him. To kiss him. To tell him that maybe, just maybe, you’ve always had a piece of him in your heart.

“Seonghwa, I…” you paused, ignoring the burn from the salt water. You watched his lips as they slowly parted, his eyes wide as he picked you apart. They looked at you differently, like they never looked at you before, and you wanted him to never stop looking at you. 

The distance between the two of you was nonexistent—you saw every drop of water on his skin, and you were certain he was able to gather the meaning behind your gaze. If he did, he didn't say anything—he only looked back at you with those entrancing irises of his, a look you’ve never seen from him. He waited patiently for you to finish your sentence, but you had nothing else to say.

As your lips neared his, you heard his breath get caught in his throat, and you felt his embrace tighten around you. You closed your eyes, taking in the feeling, hoping that he would be the one to lean in and meet your lips.

He didn't. 

Instead, his hands trailed down your back, the pink surfboard still floating next to you despite being forgotten. His breath was shaky as he touched you, but the moment ended too quickly as he shook himself out of his trance.

“I um, we should, you know,” he nodded towards the beach, even though you weren't too far out. “We should get back to the room.”

You slowly blinked at him, watching his expression stay the same despite the change of mind. He coughed, letting go of you, but then he grabbed your hand and the board before pulling you to shore.

The walk back was quiet. He didn't let go of your hand until you got back to the surf shack, and he reluctantly let go knowing you had to change.

You both were silent as you looked at each other, but the ache in your chest convinced you to break this tension.

Before you entered the changing room, you quickly turned back around to face seonghwa, who still stood with that….sex-charged expression on his face.

“….Stop looking at me like that,” you hummed, your chest heavy as he breathed in deeply. He looked at you with those bedroom eyes of his, half of his wetsuit already off. He looked deadly, which didn't help your desire.

He swallowed hard but tried his best to remain calm. “Like what?”

You took a step closer, reaching back to your zipper to pull it down just a little. You shrugged it down your bare shoulders, making sure he got to know that there was nothing else but you under that wetsuit once again.

And when you got as close as you could, you said the words you knew would be life or death for him. 

“Like you want to fuck me,” you shrugged, acting all cool even though you were falling apart by the second. You were lucky you were at the surf shack at such a late time of day, and that no one else was here except you. 

He choked on air, stepping away from you until his back hit the wall. You noticed how his chest rose and fell as he breathed in, and how delicious it would be to just lick him all over….

“I…” he gulped, but his eyes lingered on your shoulders and the curve of your breasts. “I don't know what you mean?”

You smiled through your haze, mind focused on getting to the bottom of his sudden change of attitude towards you. You reached out, gently guiding your hand down the plain of his chest, down his slim, but muscular waist. Oh, you couldn't get enough of him already.

You smirked. “Then tell me why you’ve been eye fucking me all day, or at least what happened last night, so I can understand.”

He blinked fast, looking from your lips, down your neck, to your bare shoulders. 

“You…” he took in a sharp breath as your hands trailed down his body. “You sleeptalk.”

“I know that already,” you whispered, looking into his captivating gaze. 

He leaned forward slightly, veins popping in his neck as he strained against his judgment. “I mean, you…kept moaning my name. I…I couldn't take it anymore….I can't take it anymore. Every time you speak I just want to fucking shut you up with my mouth for fucks sake.” he huffed, subconsciously gripping your hips as he grits his teeth. “You so annoying, so damn annoying, I can't—”

“Then take me,” you spoke against his lips. “Fuck me. Just like you did in my dreams.”

His forehead pressed against yours as you pushed him further against the wall.

“And how did I do that?” he growled, his fingertips tugging at your wetsuit. “Was I rough? Gentle?” he paused, lips pressed to your neck. “Did I make you say my name, or was that all you with that filthy little mouth of yours?”

You couldn't speak as his lips glided down your neck to your collarbone. He sucked on the skin there, roughly, causing you to suck in a sharp breath and run your hands through his dripping-wet hair.

You moaned, biting his earlobe. “I want you to tear me apart.”

He smirked against your skin, his eyes finally meeting yours. 

“Rough it is, then.”

Without warning, he bit his lip hard as he pulled your wetsuit right down to your ankles, the water from his hair dripping onto your bare shoulders. He nearly growled as you stood in front of him, naked as ever, his gaze darkening before gripping the back of your neck to pull you to him.

As he sucked on your neck, you pulled down his suit with aggression, not quick enough for the hunger in both of your souls. His hot breath tickled your skin, his hands clawed at your hips, and his lips begged to kiss yours as you shoved him against the wall once again, skin on skin. He breathed heavily, his eyes dancing from your breasts to your waist, to your lips.

You gripped onto his hair, staring into his eyes for a moment before you locked your lips with his, tasting the saltiness of the ocean and the sweet warmth of his saliva. Your tongues fought for their lives, dancing as you deepened the kiss. Foreheads slamming, hands invading space. It was all over for your sanity the minute his long fingers glided against your core, his middle finger finding your clit and rubbing gently. His kisses were rough as his fingers delicately touched you, fueling the fire within you even more than it already was.

“Seonghwa,” you moaned against his ear, causing him to move his hand faster with a grunt. “Push them in me.”

He hissed, his eyes rolling back into his head as he pulled his hands away for a moment, only to suck his fingers in front of you before shoving them into you, curling them up inside you. You arched your back against him, crying out as his lips found yours once again.

He kissed you deeply as he made love to you with his hands, his fingers long enough to reach deep inside of you—but it wasn't enough. You bit his lip sharply as he fingered you, causing him to hiss in pleasure. “I need your cock in me. Now.” you licked his jawline, watching him squirm in your embrace. 

His cheeks were flushed red as he looked at you, his eyes looking as if he were intoxicated. “I…fuck,” he sucked in a breath, kissing you as his fingers moved faster and faster. “Okay.” 

As he pulled his fingers out of you, he licked them once more, his eyes on yours seductively. 

“You taste so good.” he moaned, his mouth parted. He then lifted you up, walking you over to the table of waxed surfboards in the middle of the room. Shoving everything off with one hand, he threw you onto the wood, causing you to let out a little grunt.

“You’re so sexy,” he leaned over you, slamming your hands above your head before silencing your moans with a rough kiss. “So fucking sexy, you have no idea how long I wanted to shove my dick inside you.” His words were like gasoline to your fire, causing you to cry out in a whimper for him to do exactly what he said he would do. You kept your mouth shut as he tugged you to the edge of the table, lining up his hard-on to enter you.

After a look of longing, he spit onto his fingers and rubbed them onto his cock and your heat, his chest falling and rising with his heavy breathing. He then buried himself inside you, deeply, causing your breath to hitch. He was even bigger than your dreams, tearing apart your expectations of his skills. You tried your best to free your arms from his hold, but as he moved in and out of you, you had lost the desire to escape it. You really liked the feeling of his fingernails tearing into your skin.

“Ah,” he whimpered, his hips rocking quickly, his eyes shut tight. His thrusts were deep, not slowing down for a second.

Your legs curled around his shoulders, his one arm holding your hands and his other piercing into your ankle. He grunted as he pumped into you, tearing at your insides, feeling him fill you up. “Hwa,” you groaned, back arching in pleasure. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

He grunted in response, speeding up faster as his hips slammed into yours. You felt him quiver inside you, precum dripping into you without a care. You loved the feeling, you didn't care about the risks in the moment. 

You climaxed without warning, your legs tightening around his head. He kept muttering your name over and over again against you, kissing the skin of your ankles as he continued to fuck the living shit out of you. You started to see stars as he nearly cracked your spine, and right before he nearly came, he flipped you over onto your stomach without ever leaving you.

Your face was shoved against the wood of the table, the sweet smell of sex enveloping your senses. You cried out his name as he gripped onto your hips, moving faster as his own orgasm came close. His lips met the small of your back, his fingers gripped your ass with haste. 

“I’m going to come,” he mumbled, his voice raspy. “Can I come in you?”

“Yes,” you breathed. “Come inside me.”

As if your words stirred something within him, he immediately moved in shorter movements, his grip on your ass tightening as his orgasm came. His breathing shallowed as he came into you, filling you up with his cum. You let out one last moan as you felt his warmth, and he kissed the back of your neck as he finished.

He pulled out of you slowly despite how rough he was—he could've been rougher, but you didn't want him to think of you as the insane slut everyone thought you were.

Even though you only ever slept with others because you couldn't have him.

And now…..what comes next?

He helped you sit back up to a normal position, and when he saw the dark, purple bruises on your neck and collarbone, he gasped. “Oh, I’m sorry,” his fingers gently brushed against your hot skin as if he didn't just totally destroy you. “I kind of….went crazy, didn't I?”

You smiled up at him in a daze, both your cheeks blushed in embarrassment and enjoyment. “I like crazy.”

He paused, standing proudly in front of you with that delicious body of his. You sighed in contentment, a lazy smile on your lips. “I dreamt of this. Literally.” you reached out to him, pulling his lips down to yours. He kissed them softly, opening his mouth wide as he made out with you. You didn't want to pull away, but as the thought of you both having sex in a public surf shack came to your mind, you pulled away quickly, startling him.

“Um, so,” you laughed awkwardly. “Should we head back now? We are kind of in a public place….”

Seonghwa looked around, smirking as he leaned forward on the table, kissing you once more. “It was kind of thrilling, not gonna lie.”

You leaned into his embrace, his hands caressing your back romantically. “So,” you whispered against his lips. “We should get back. And this time, you better sleep in the bed with me.”

“Oh, baby, I plan on doing more than just sleeping.”

—

After countless rounds of ‘sleeping’, you ended up waking up late in Seonghwa’s embrace, his lips pressed against the curve of your shoulder as he held you. He quite literally rocked you all night long, and you even discovered his love for reverse cowgirl—making him come within two minutes of the fifth round.

Now, as you lay in his arms while he slept, you finally felt content. He was all you ever wanted, even though your words said otherwise this whole time of knowing him.

“Hey,” you turned around in his embrace, pressing your lips against his forehead. “Seonghwa.”

“Hm?” he grumbled sleepily, his eyes blinking open to meet yours. 

You smiled, running a hand through his messy hair. “We should get up. The others are probably waiting for us in the lobby.”

“Ugh, why?” he groaned, holding onto you tighter. “ I don't want to leave this bed today. Or ever.”

You giggled, pecking his lips. “Come on, Hwa. I really would like to get a tan on the sand today.”

His eyes were wide open now, but he blinked slowly from his sleepiness. “We barely got any sleep,” he huffed, shoving his head into your shoulder. “And I can't kiss you in front of everyone, I can't wait the whole day to touch you.”

You grinned chaotically.

“Who says we have to hide it?”

—

“Dear lord,” Wooyoung huffed, sitting with his arms crossed at the beach. “Are they ever going to stop and come up for air?”

Your friends sat on towels on the sand, while you sat on Seonghwa’s lap as you made out with him. His hands gripped your face as he stuck his tongue in your mouth, both of you having no care for those around you. 

“I knew this was going to happen,” San mumbled with a smirk, elbowing Wooyoung playfully. “Just let them have their fun. It’s been a long time coming.”

“Pfft,” Woo scoffed, looking at how seonghwa touched you.

 “I always thought I would be the one tapping that.”

“Wooyoung shut the fuck up.”

[respectthepetty]

The Heart Killers' Colors? - Ep. 6

I got my bizcochitos and boozy and spicy cinnamon dark hot chocolate (not champurrado, never champurrado), so I'm tipsy, jolly, and ready to watch episode six of The Heart Killers for Joong.

I mean for Fadel.

WAIT! I mean for colors!

Eff the colors! I'm here for water-based lube and condoms! Thank goodness for parents who advocate for safe sex, so I can get myself together after seeing Fadel do the walk of NO shame since Fadel should not feel ashamed for enjoying sex! Thanks, dad, for reminding me of my priorities!

Hold up! Are we switching to Shakespeare's The Tragedy of Othello, the Moor of Venice now?! Because that story dealt with lies and manipulation leading to multiple murders, and we all believe Mother has lied and manipulated these boys into killing others for her own agenda. *sips boozy hot chocolate*

Black Brooder Fadel is lightening up but is wearing red and Red Rascal Bison is wearing blue, so does this mean Style is a Red Rascal and Kant is a Blue Boy? I think the behind-the-scenes people are lying to me.

Style is wearing red again! And Kant is still on his bullshit, but they are sitting at a blue covered table. Does that mean anything?

It would be easier if Kant was a Green Guy (or even a Yellow Yal). It just makes more sense!

Because, regardless of what Bison thinks about blue, he is a Red Rascal.

See! Look at the blue disappear when he becomes passionate!

And a Green Guy would complement him and his aggressive and passionate personality. He would balance him out, and he would be the chill to Bison's no-chill self. They'd be chiles! They'd be Christmas!

And Style would make far more sense as a Red Rascal because of the way he brings out Fadel's desires!

Are you really a Blue Boy, Style?! I don't know because Dunk's arms are distracting me!

But I do know that I would go anywhere and do anything for this man just like Style does. If Fadel wanted to go to Top Golf, I'd go to that stupid frat bro place for my man. If Fadel wanted to go hunting in the woods for a week, I, a vegetarian, would go sit with him in silence for eight to twelve hours a day and make just enough noise to warn the animals, so he couldn't shoot any of them. And if he wanted me to eat Colorado green chile, I would NEVER DO IT because that's fake green chile and a stew, but I'd watch him eat it (while I eat Hatch like a proper person). That's the power of Joong Fadel.

Alexa, play Letters from Cleo's version of "I Want You to Want Me" from 10 Things I Hate About You!

Didn't I see you cryin' Feelin' all alone without a friend You know you feel like dyin' Oh didn't I see you cryin' I want you to want me I need you to need me I'd love you to love me I'm beggin' you to beg me

This is literally the only color I trust in this show right now, Cinematographer Rath.

BECAUSE PINK = 💕LOVE💕

Oh, thank goodness, the brothers are back to their true colors, and by that I mean chloroforming people until they pass out.

WHAT ARE YOUR COLORS?! JUST TELL ME ALREADY!

Now is not the time to serve cunt. Put those tits back in, you two!

Interesting that Mother is not in full red, but like a dulled orange-ish red.

Even more interesting that Keen matches her. I'd be wary of this kid if I was Bison and Fadel.

Kant is now giving me Beetlejuice and Foot Locker realness, but, thankfully, Style is offering me up some of that Blue Boy-ness I keep hearing about. Yes, Style, be loyal to your man! You are in love with a criminal and this type isn't rational; it's physical.

WHY ARE YOU WEARING RED AGAIN THOUGH?! Is it for love?! Fadel is, once again, light. He loves you too, Style. HE LOVES YOU TOO!

Bison is fully back in red now, and I do not think it's because of 💕love💕. 😬😬😬

Kant thought he was going to put Bison behind bars.

But it's about to get very gay and murderous up in here. In the words of one of my favorite Kesha songs, "This place about to blow" and not how Bison usually does it for Kant.

Kant, this twink is going to end you.

That's what you get for not showing your true color.

[fadelbison]

https://x.com/JoongOfficialTH/status/1859303863179936140

J was present in the nc scenes of fk.

Every day I'm in this fandom I age a thousand years. Here you go nonnie fic because what else was i supposed to do. sorry i keep putting them in cars, its an uncomplicated setting for privacy.

[Joongkhaotung; PG-13]

He’s surprised when Khaotung asks if he wants a ride home. Joong looks awkwardly towards First but First is sitting unbothered getting his tattoos removed, not even looking at them. Khaotung’s offer makes sense since they live close together; he doesn’t know why he’s surprised.

Except that, First and Khaotung just filmed a really intense love scene and he assumed– well he doesn’t know what their deal is, not really – it’s just that even he feels it a little hard to just say goodbye to Dunk after staying smooshed mostly naked for hours.

Khaotung blinks and tilts his head like he’s waiting for an answer.

*

Perhaps, he should have said something a little more sensible than, “Wow, you really need to be flexible to shoot a scene like that huh?” Maybe Khaotung’s knowing little smirk should have embarrassed him. But Khaotung only says, “I guess.” and Joong can’t regret anything because he just flirted with Khaotung and Khaotung let him, “But we support each other, Fir had to push my legs back today.” There’s a little pause before he adds, “hold them open.”

Joong doesn’t know what he should say, he’s mostly panicking, the rest of him focused on keeping himself deathly silent and maybe just the tiniest part wants to keep flirting, wants to see which direction this goes. They’re in Khaotung’s car, cooped up closer than he’s ever wanted to be when he’s paralyzed like this. He’s glad Khaotung is driving but any minute now they’re going to come across a stop light and then Khaotung will turn to him and see with his eyes, how flushed he is, how he can’t help but fidget in his seat.

Khaotung just flirted back and Joong feels like it’s too late already, that Khaotung knows how the image of him bouncing in First’s lap, face etched in ecstasy is already imprinted onto Joong’s brain, permanently. He’s not sure how the professional barriers are supposed to go up again.

“Are you worried about yours? Isn’t that why you’re here? To get some pointers.” Khaotung asks after a long silence, still not looking at him even though they’re at a stoplight. Instead, Khaotung has his head a little bit tilted just so he could look out the driver’s window. From this angle Khaotung’s jawline looks sharp and extremely biteable.

Joong doesn’t know if he wants the professional barriers to go back up again, “Yeah it’s intense were you nervous about it?”

Khaotung laughs, a hearty sound “Of course. But First makes everything better. Always.”

“Wow, you two are really in–” Joong knows it’s awkward to do, cloth and padding between them, trying to get close in a way that looks natural but also doesn’t block off the camera and god the camera, often moving right to your face, an awful mechanical sound, trying not to look stiff, sweat gathering on skin the longer it goes. It’s awful to do, but so so good to witness, “–sync.”

“Yeah? Good.” Khaotung says, rubbing his head shyly, “There’s certainly more-” He waves his hand around “-where that will be handy. If you’re nervous then it helps talking to your partner.” Khaotung throws him the quickest, most devastatingly mischievous glance, “Just like real sex.”

“What pointers can P’Khaotung give me?” Joong wishes that he didn’t sound so clenched, throat dry and voice strained. The question sits heavy in the air.

But Khaotung only laughs again, “About sex?” Joong feels ravaged by the way Khaotung quirks his eyebrows. He knows it’s a joke but he wants so desperately to say yes. He can’t stop thinking about First’s hand on Khaotung’s waist when they filmed Bison riding Kant. Jojo was pointing out poetics of the shot to him, the way the rings and necklace provide a sharp contrast, desperately needed in the swarm of red and yellow light engulfing them otherwise, how important it was that Khaotung kept his hands where the camera would catch the rings, that First kiss Khaotung’s chest only in a few predetermined spots so that the lines of Khaotung’s body are pulled into focus. 

But all Joong could think about was the way First’s hands, the ones out of the shot, looked balancing Khaotung’s hips. They grip him clumsily, nothing like the artistic flair of Khaotung’s fingers spread across First’s back. It’s artless in the way that it is functional, they’re not even touching at the hips, Khaotung probably can’t even feel that he’s straddling First, except for his hands that grip him tight, possessive in the easy way they slide to adjust Khaotung’s shifting weight.

“Yes.” Then, “Filming it.”

Khaotung looks at him quickly again, but doesn't answer his question, “We’ll be there in a minute.”

Khaotung parks in a darker spot in the garage instead of right in front of the elevators. Then he unbuckles his seatbelt and pulls Joong into a kiss. It lasts the duration it takes for Khaotung to gently kiss his bottom lip twice before pulling back to ask him if it was okay. Except he doesn’t ask, just tilts his eyebrows like that, all sultry and challenging, the way he’s been doing it to First all through filming. How does First stand it?

Joong experiences the kiss for seven lifetimes, flickering between wonder and disbelief, even as Khaotung’s lips only brushes a ghost of a touch on his. It takes Joong much too long, long enough that the self assured smile starts drooping on Khaotung’s face, only just a little but it’s enough for Joong to spring into action, pull him in with a firm grip on the back of his neck.

Joong doesn’t bother with politeness, kissing him hard, the way he’s been wanting to since he walked into the room and saw First and Khaotung cuddled on the bed, likely figuring out positions, Khaotung pulling First onto his lap over and over until it looked practiced and smooth. Khaotung doesn’t seem to want to bother with politeness either, nibbling on his lips until Joong finally opens his mouth to let their tongues slide together. 

He’s so hard just from kissing Khaotung. No, not just because the whole evening Khaotung has been–

Khaotung breaks the kiss with an obscene smack, smiles at him guilelessly with Joong’s spit glistening around his lips, “you like him too, right?”

Him.

First.

Joong is pretty certain he had, like the rest of the room, gasped a little when First pulled his shirt off, flexing his back that tapered off into his still narrow waist and pert ass.

He nods before he’s really thought of an answer.

“Great, then come home with us next time.” Khaotung says, cheerfully buckling his seat belt and turning on the ignition again.

Us.

Right.

First and Khaotung.

[multi-joong]

Today was like any other day except that it wasn't. He tried to finish the final touches on the cafe before rushing out. No matter how much he planned, he always seemed to be behind.

One thing Hongjoong learned since meeting Diego was to never trust the sky. It wasn't a bad thing but he learned quickly to make sure he had an umbrella handy... just in case. "You're not fooling me," he laughed as a raindrop splashed on his cheek.

"I couldn't have done this without you, umma," he said to the woman on the other end of the phone call. "I'll see you and appa tonight." A few calls later, Joong was satisfied that everyone would be at the cafe tonight.

Guilt gnawed at his stomach each time he dismissed Diego's calls but there was no way he could pull this off if he talked to him. Hongjoong was a horrible liar and couldn't lie to his fiance... even if it was for his own good.

"Mom!" he said, wrapping his arms around the familiar woman with curly hair and freckles. "Have you talked to him today? Is he worried? Oh... I'm in so much trouble." He whined and walked with his future mother-in-law.

Somewhere around 7:00 pm, Joong swallowed and decided to call his fiance. For the last couple of weeks, he tried to pretend today wasn't special. "Hey, babe. I'm finished at the cafe today. I don't want to cook tonight. How about I pick you up and we grab dinner out?"

If the bright yellow raincoat and umbrella weren't enough to earn forgiveness from Diego, he hoped what waited at the cafe did. "I'm sorry. I forgot something... Let's just stop in and I'll be quick," he said leading Diego into the dark building.

Happy Birthday

Balloons and streamers hung from the ceiling, catching the lights that danced in the room. All their friends and loved ones jumped out to cheer and celebrate with the birthday boy. "Happy birthday, love," Joong whispered in his ear and stole a kiss. "I hope you didn't really think I wouldn't remember."

@livealittleoc-cb

[miarobotnik]

Finally, my own character from Sonic the Hedgehog, so what do you think about it? I hope you like it.

Name: Mia Robotnik / Joong

Age: Teenager

Gender: Female

Species: Half Human and Demon

Alignment: Evil, Neural

Style: Tomboy, Goth, Princess, Sassy, Tough

Hair color: Dark Brown

Skin Color: Peach

Eye Color: Brown (Golden Mask under red)

Fighting Style: TaeKwonDo and Regular Karate

Outfit: Black and Pink uniform like Eggman, Black Skirt, Black Boots, and yellow necklace with red diamond

Outfit Princess: Princess Kimono, Black Sandal, Pin Cherry Blossom, Fan

Outfit Ninja Warrior: Black uniform, Black Sandal

Outfit Doctor: White Long Coat, Black Leggings, Black Boots, Black Gloves, Yellow necklace with red diamond,

Outfit Age Shifting: Pink wears clothes for all ages; newborns, babies, toddlers, and teenagers. Bib with symbol Eggman or Cherry Blossom

Outfit Robe Jester Master: Black with Galaxy Long Robe, Hat Jester, Black Gloves, Golden Persona Mask with Black Feather under red diamond, Galaxy Diamond, Scepter Sun and Moon

Outfit Sun & Moon Jester Transformation Mode: Yellow and Blue uniform jester Sun & Moon, Black boots, yellow necklace with a red diamond, Golden Persona mask with red diamond with white feathers

Outfit Cherry Blossom Jester Transformation: Pink uniform jester Cherry Blossom, Black boots, a yellow necklace with a red diamond, and a golden persona mask with Pink Patel

Outfit Princess Jester: Princess, Specter Crown, Black Boots, Black Gloves, Golden necklace with red diamond, Golden Persona Mask, Crown

Accessories: necklace with red diamond, golden mask, glasses ( sometimes), charm sun & moon and cherry blossom, pin, belt with bag, smartwatch, scepter moon and sun, later upgrade, keychain

Powers: Magic, Snake, Wolf, Transfer, Sight Night, Healing, Ray Guns, Ray Heart, Transformation into Doll, Puppets

Weakness: Pulling my hand, Can't Control Magic, Can't Hang The Bar, Electric (sometimes) with paralyzed, Easily Shattered broken collapsed body use (golden mask or red diamond)

Personality traits: Genius, Friendly, Kindness, Motherly, and Strict, Highly Intelligent

Abilities: Flexibility, Levitate, Fly, Transformation, Combat Hands, Connect, Snake, Wolf, Order in his Robot, Red Diamond with Laser Blade, smell anything, Magic, Rebirth, Age Shifting, Mecca, Summons Animal or Creatures

Skills: Fix his robot or creator in fields of mechanics and electronics, Advanced Doctor, Mathematics, Drafting Board, Computer, Hacking computer or system, Trick Magic, Strategic Games, Sword, Bow, Double Blade

Likes: Sometimes evil, a loving/ support father, caring for his little robots, Siblings, Read, Storytelling Research,Drawing, Playing, Babysitter, Friendly with the Sonic Team, Villages, and Villains, Playing Violin and Flute, Piano and Guitar, Chess, Cards, Dolls, Dollhouse, Hangout

Dislikes: Anyone who hurts a person's feelings, mistreated, gossip of girl or boy, Rattle, Trouble, Timeout, Punishment, Behavior

Enemies:

Sonic (sometimes)

Favorite Food: Pizza, Chicken, Meat, Strawberry, Cherry

Fears: Fell down, Nightmare, Failure

Friends:

Shadow the Hedgehog

Sonic the Hedgehog

Amy Rose

Sticks the badger

Dr.Eggman

Cubot

Orbot

Belle

Metal Sonic

Sage

Nack the weasel

Chip

Bean the dynamite

Dr.Starline

Rough the Shrunk

Rouge the bat

Jet the Hawk

Reala

Nights

Espio the Chameleon

Relative:

Dr.Eggman: Surrogate Father/ Figure Father

Metal Sonic: Surrogate the youngest brother/ support sidekick

Orbot: Babysitter/Surrogate the youngest brother/ support sidekick

Cubot: Babysitter/Surrogate the youngest brother/ support sidekick

Belle: Surrogate the youngest sister/ support sidekick

Sage: Surrogate the youngest sister/ support sidekick

Shadow: Step cousin/support sidekick

Maira: Step cousin

Reala: Connect to her/ Friend/Babysitter/Mentor

Espio the Chameleon: Students Ninja

All robotic with connect to the family

Friends: Team Sonic/Villains

Mia’s Relationship :

Sonic the Hedgehog:

When she first met Sonic, she sometimes helped him, so she is thinking about him. Sonic is always pleasant to her. She is a little mad at him because he beat her. She always respects him.

Shadow the Hedgehog:

When she first met, she knew that his father had explained herself. She will back him up because she has flashbacks of Maria's death. Mia and Shadow have always been her best friends and have respected her. She just called her step-cousin.

Metal Sonic:

When they first met, Mia and Metal Sonic were neutral. Mia and Eggman meet Metal Sonic. She feels treated by her oldest little brother. Eggman claims he couldn't speak because he was attempting to communicate. She will always assist him and strive for the best communication with him.

Tails the Fox:

When they first met, Mia and Tails were close friends. She had noticed him being curious in the workshop after she had been assisting him. He had a problem with his robot or whatever; he became frustrated; she provided feedback. She always respects him.

Knuckles the Echidna:

When they first met, Mia and Knuckles were close friends. He is funny, good at telling jokes, and clumsy, so she always laughs. She sometimes disagrees with him and is irritated by him. She will trust him.

Amy Rose:

Mia and Amy were close friends when she first met because she always talked about girls' nights out, shopping, and tea parties. Amy is always there to help her when Sonic is upset. She could be figured out. She always respects her.

Sticks the Badger:

Mia and Sticks were close friends when they first met, and she was always planning to take the girls out, shopping, or to Amy's house for a tea party. She is a little understand. Sticks loves busters and robots.

Rouge the bat:

When she met Rouge, Mia and Rouge were meeting her friend, but she was too tired to talk or plan for her mission.

Espio the Chameleon:

When she sees enter he gets a new student and starts advanced ninja. He is trying to practice karate,dodge, and etc. He admired her master ninja and was respectful.

Dr.Starline:

Before Dr.Eggman and his daughter when she seems so possible to him, Dr. Starline meets a babysitter with Mia toddler until she gets to know often. She admired him, so she will help him. Dr. Starline and Mia were close friends.

Dr. Eggman:

Mia and Eggman were close friends when she was baby and she first met. Because Eggman supports her adoption, he is her adoptive father. Eggman is always concerned about his family. Eggman will accompany her. Mia has a flashback to when she was a baby and expected to grow up. Eggman must be strict and discipline her. She will trust and respect him.

Reala:

When he met during the night, he teach to train magic or discipline her though young kid. She will know the connection to Reala has been given a golden mask like reference to its different mask original. She has been in contact with her friend, Reala.

Rough the Skunk:

Mia and Rough were good friends when she first met because she tried to help and someone captured Sonic. She seems to be very attractive and childish, but also know his oldest brother, Tumble.

Orbot :

Mia and Orbot were close friends when she first met because he always cared for her but replaced her. She feels treated by her little brother. Mia is always caring and helping him. Mia should take responsibility for only Orbot because he is too young and because he is the smarter, more serious, and firmer of the two, while Cubot is just as prone to bumbling around as he is. Orbot speaks calmly, formally, and without a filter. He is honest to a fault and offers unsolicited, withering assessments of his master. She will trust and respect him.

Cubot :

Mia and Cubot were close friends when they first met because he always cared for her but replaced her. She was also treated by her little brother. Mia used to make fun of him because he was both funny and clumsy. Mia is always caring and helping him. Mia feels responsible for only Cubot because he is too young, very dimwitted, slow on the uptake, having trouble solving a puzzle meant for babies, and getting even the simplest of instructions wrong. She will respect him.

Belle the Tinkerer:

Mia and Belle were good friends, but she first met her when she was just asking her about that after she gets shocked that her father mentioned, but she feels treated by her sister, but she awkwardly once met her.

Sage:

She met Mia and Sage after being surprised; they are close friends since she is always cheering and talking about girls. She feels treated by her little sister. She is a very nice, sweet, and cheerful person, and she is always a pleasure to be around. Due to Sage's age and ability to use cyberspace, Mia has trouble teaching her cyberspace because she is too young.

Mia’s parents :

When her first baby was born, the parents lost Mia's baby. Mia’s parents are alive and live in the same village. Mia frequently visits her royal and wealthy parents at their castle. Mia knows how to respect her parents. Mia had thirteen siblings because they were warriors and brave.

Mia:

When Mia was born an inner snake and half witch because her mother was a witch during, her parents were royal and warrior after the parents left on her daughter, but Dr. Eggman was shocked and left abandoned when she was raised orphaned. She considered her adoptive father literally and just supported and served her father. She is just caring for the youngest siblings, so sometimes problems are solved that way. She was a young kid who dreamed of meeting Reala, he is very curious after teaching for technical references jester. She had been successful in capturing Sonic, but she had failed to respect him.

Lives:

Mia is still running on his father's empire, but she has her own room, so she likes the celestial room.

Mia often visits another village, but she has her own room in the castle.

[mint-yooxgi]

since you asked at the beginning of the TTF chapter, this is my guess at eyes!

Yellow- Yunho. Ice blue- Yeosang. Red- Wooyoung. Purple- San. Green- Jongho. Orange-Mingi. White- Hwa. Black- Joong

This might also be greatly affected by some of their hairstyles and the powers you revealed for some of them in MM and as well as the mind strings in HC ^^

But yeah- That's my guess! Also super excited for this series <3 I love all your work tho tbh!! Super hyped ^^ (but take care of yourself first <3)

Ohhhh interesting~ we shall see if any of them match ;)

[xuchiya]

"Sunshine" || park seonghwa

|| "she is my solace. she was my solace ... " ||

genre: angst. non!idol seonghwa. dad! seonghwa

Seonghwa stepped into the meadow, the field a riot of color beneath the soft caress of the sun. Wildflowers swayed gently in the breeze, their delicate petals painting a mosaic of pinks, yellows, and blues. The light was warm, but not harsh, casting a golden glow over the landscape. Birds sang a symphony of peace from the trees lining the field, their melodies weaving through the air like a soothing lullaby.

Wooyoung glanced at Seonghwa, noticing the way his friend seemed to melt into the scene, yet there was a noticeable weight in his steps, as if his feet were made of lead. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Wooyoung said softly, trying to draw Seonghwa out of his thoughts.

Seonghwa nodded, his eyes scanning the horizon where the wildflowers met the sky. “Yeah, it is,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He took a deep breath, the scent of blooming flowers filling his lungs, but it did little to lift the heaviness in his chest.

“You seem... off,” Wooyoung observed, concerned etching his features. “What’s going on?”

Seonghwa let out a sigh, his shoulders sagging as if the weight of the world rested upon them. “It’s this place,” he admitted, voice soft like the daisy he touched with the tip of his fingers as he passed by them. “It’s so peaceful, so perfect. But it makes everything I’m feeling inside so much louder, you know?”

Wooyoung nodded, understanding. “Sometimes, being in a place like this can bring things to the surface. It’s okay to feel that way.”

Seonghwa kicked at a tuft of grass, watching as the blades scattered. “I thought coming here would help clear my mind. But all I feel is...”

“Lost?” Wooyoung finished for him, his voice gentle.

Seonghwa nodded, his eyes welling up. “Yeah. Lost.” He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply—pushing down the tears and grief.

Wooyoung nodded, “Then maybe it’s not about clearing your mind,” he said softly. “Maybe it’s about finding a way to carry the heaviness a little easier, even in a place as beautiful as this.”

Seonghwa looked around at the vibrant flowers, the peaceful trees, the birds still singing their song. Despite the beauty, his heart still felt heavy, but somehow, the small figure running up to them made everything bearable. “Appa!” a little girl, hair tied in high pigtails, leaping over the daisies and dandelions.

Holding a bunch of different flowers in hand before stopping in front of Seonghwa, the little girl reach out with her short arm towards Seonghwa, “Fwowers for you!”

  Seonghwa chuckles, leaning down to take the flowers in her hand before looking at her, “Thank you sunshine!” She giggles before running off somewhere else again. Seonghwa stood back up, holding the said flowers in his hand and looking at them. Seonghwa watches closely as his daughter giggles trying to catch a butterfly with Yunho and San playing along.

“She loves going out a lot. Mostly in this place.” Seonghwa glanced at the open flowery field, the afternoon sun not so harmful in their skin yet he caught Hong joong and Jongho under the beach umbrella like vampires.

Seonghwa agrees, “She does love going out, seeing the flowers and all” He chuckles seeing the said person running towards the trio— making Hyerin scream before laughing, running away from Yeosang. Seonghwa felt his chest light yet still heavy seeing the view in front of him. It is what he wishes everyday, what he dreams to wake up on and what he wants for his daughter.

But it still misses more.

  “Appa— chankaman…” Because Seonghwa is so preoccupied with his thoughts, he didn’t realise his shoelace had come undone and his daughter, running in small font— kneel beside him. He chuckles, watching her as Hyerin took the shoelaces in her tiny fingers, “Do you know how to tie shoelace, sunshine?”

She hums looking up at Seonghwa, her eyes round and innocent, “Yesh! Hyerin knows how!” He nodded, a swirl of pride in his chest, “May I see how then.”

Hyerin chuckles, nodding at her appa’s words, “Hyerin taught to do this while singing so Hyerin don’t get conshoes.” Seonghwa chuckles, placing a hand over her head and ruffles them, “Confuse but go ahead.”

Her eyes disappear as she giggles, “Okay appa!”

As soon as Hyerin starts tying his shoelace, her next words catch him by surprise and his smile soon drops little by little until he soon realises where he had heard those words before.

“You make a promise so you cross them together and knot ‘til they tie~” She made a lousy cross and then pull them together, he watches her softly as his heart aches making his eyes and nose clog with tears, “You loop it and tie it so the promise never breaks~ a ribbon like a rabbit as it bounce when you walk~”

Hyerin is soon doing the double knot, and Seonghwa joins in even though his heart was heavy as his hands and shaky like his breath as tears run freely down his cheeks, “Double the tie so … “ 

“... the promise would become a wish.” Seonghwa finally broke, his shoulders shaking as tears continuously fell from his eyes and down to his cheeks; inhaling and exhaling yet coughing as it added to the pain (mentally) he was dwelling. He had held on for too long that the mere actions of his daughter were the final tip to break the dam; an overflowing and immense grief had knocked him.

Wooyoung saw him and immediately knelt beside Hyerin, “Hyung?”

“A-Appa?” He gradually looks up to his daughter. If it were the tears in his eyes, he could see you. Hyerin really was a photocopy of you, from the hair down to the mole on her left foot. He survives the day with grief and blithness to have her in his arms as he falls asleep yet it never beats the feeling of also having you in his arms.

Wiping his tears, using the back of his hand, “Appa is okay, just a dust in my eye.”

“Eomma said that is a lie.” His eyes were wide like saucers, his breath hitch at the back of his throat, “E-Eomma?” Hyerin, innocently looking at his father, nodded poking his father’s cheek, “Right cheek has a dimple wheweberyou lie bee-cause you give people shmile after you say you okay even if you are not.”

Seonghwa chuckles even with tears in his eyes, nose red and cheeks stained with tears, he gives his daughter a real genuine smile; he is taken back when her small fingers were on top of each of his cheeks “Eomma shaid you look ugly when you cwy.” 

Seonghwa laughs despite himself, the sound coming out more like a sob. “Did she now?” he asks, his voice trembling with emotion.

His daughter nods solemnly, her big eyes studying his face with innocent curiosity. “But I think you’re pwetty,” she declares with the earnestness only a child can muster. “Even when you cwy.” Touched by her words, Seonghwa feels a fresh wave of tears welling up. He pulls her into a tight embrace, her small body warm and comforting against his. “Thank you, sunshine. That means a lot to me.”

She pulls back slightly, her eyes searching his. “Are you gonna be okay, Appa?” Seonghwa takes a deep breath, “Yes, I will be. It’s going to take some time, but with you? I know I’ll be okay.”

Seonghwa looks at his daughter, the path winding through the sea of wildflowers. Each step felt like a monumental effort for Seonghwa, his heart aching with the weight of his grief. He looked up, the sight of the tranquil meadow contrasting sharply with the turmoil inside him.

"Do you ever think I'll really move on from this?" Seonghwa asked, his voice trembling.

Wooyoung glanced at him, eyes filled with empathy. "It's not about moving on, hyung. It's about moving forward. Carrying the memories, the love, the pain with you, but finding a way to keep living."

He paused, his breath catching in his throat. The pain was still there, a constant companion, but so was the love of his daughter, the support of his family. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm, golden light over the field, a promise of another day.

"Do you see her?" Wooyoung's voice was gentle, drawing Seonghwa's attention back.

Seonghwa nodded, tears welling in his eyes. "I see her."

"She will take care of you no matter what happens," Wooyoung said, walking back to join the others. "It's okay to grieve, to feel lost. But let her love guide you through. You'll grow stronger, better, when the sun shines again." 

It was this time that Seonghwa took notice of Wooyoung retreating body, “Woo~”

His daughter looked at him, her face scrunch up in confusion, “Appa, you’re talkwing to yourself again. Let’s go home?” Seonghwa took a deep breath, the scent of flowers filling his lungs, looking at the field then to his family and nodded. 

Seonghwa looks down at her, feeling a profound sense of gratitude, he feels the heavy weight on his heart lighten just a bit. He knows the road ahead will be challenging, filled with moments of grief and sorrow, but also with love and healing. He knew he had every right to grieve, to feel the pain that had settled so heavily in his heart. But he also knew that with his daughter, he could find a way to move forward.

With his daughter’s small hand in his and the support of his loved ones, Seonghwa feels a glimmer of hope. He knows he can move forward, carrying his memories and pain, and grow into a stronger, better person.

With a final, resolute step, Seonghwa made his way back to the cabin with his daughter, feeling the first stirrings of hope amidst his sorrow. The path ahead was uncertain, but he knew he wasn’t walking it alone. And as the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the field, he takes comfort in knowing that the light will shine again, guiding him through the darkness.

Hyerin turning around over their clasp hand, she waves goodbye to the seven male figures, "bye-bye uncles~" imitated by a soft light as they waved back to her. To the side, she saw another figure but this time, Hyerin found herself looking somehow a lot like her.

She waves softly at Hyerin, the same light imiting behind her, "Bye Hyerin-ah. Take care of appa for me."

Hyerin, innocently waving back at her with a soft smile, "bye-bye eomma~"

[kadextra]

Adding onto this :D

Korean members joined, their names are

Acau (ah-go)

Jungryeok (joong-nyok)

YD (why-dee or yahng-ding)

KongKong

and a Korean egg named Chunsik (choon-sheek) he’s super polite and cute

a German member also joined, his name is LetsHugo

Kia did a great overview, so I’ll go more in depth:

yes Mr. Duck was replaced by Mr Bunny. there is a new spawn on a different part of the island where everyone is, and a new currency system. yes Cucurucho and the bear workers are still around but there are also new black bunny workers that roam the island too. they each have tie colors that correspond to the languages colors, and most have been given names by islanders

Red tie - English - “Donny”

Yellow tie - Spanish - “Sipi”

Green tie - Portugese - “Bobinho”

Blue tie - French - “Lapin”

Purple tie - Korean - ?

Orange tie - German - ?

Steampunk outfit - English - “Ollie” - the create mod shop-owner bunny

There is a new ghostly character called Sir Reaper who gives extreme tasks to people for high rewards. he has been teasing “something sinister approaching from the forest” but we don’t know what that is yet

and you’re already aware of the admin situation so I won’t get it into it. the lore reason for the eggs absence is that they ate a weird fruit called a “Ghostberry” which sent them into a coma. the Ghostberry seems to be connected to Sir Reaper. the eggs needed a medicine made by the islanders to wake up, and the current eggs on the server are Chayanne, Tallulah, Richas, Pepito & Leo.

A Tubbo/Creation lore recap was already done so I’ll go more into other characters lore!

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q!Fit - yes his deadline arrived and he was forced to leave Pac & Ramon. he was teleported by Madagio to “Vaccus Island,” a Federation-owned island that is no longer in use after some unknown disaster. Fit listened to recordings about the island as he climbed up a large mountain and met Madagio, who pushed him into a pit. The pit was filled with the corpses of Federation workers. q!Fit has been in the “corpse hole” (fandom given name ajdjgkgk) on Vacuus Island ever since, for over a month.

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q!Roier is still in the body of a rat somewhere & his twin Doied is still using his appearance acting in front of others.

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q!Foolish and q!Tubbo made Town of Fobo together. their eggs, Leo & Sunny started to get along much better. Foolish spent the majority of his streams breeding and murdering horses for countless hours to achieve a perfect stat horse

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q!Tina was already ashamed of being a demon, but started to feel more ashamed after falling into more of her demonic instincts bc a mysterious force from the netherworld was trying to contact/bring her back. She talked with q!Mouse about demons and we learned some interesting details about the demon history & society. The mystery force went after Empanada and also q!Bagi, putting them in danger of being hurt. q!Tina distanced herself from her loved ones out of fear that she’d bring harm to them by proximity.

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q!Philza was possessed by the Enderking (villain character from his hardcore series) whose influence made him very greedy, yell at his eggs, and try to attack them. Phil exiled himself out of shame and fear, and got fully possessed. Chayanne left in the middle of the night to confront his father, and battled him for 3 days straight until the Enderking was beaten out of him (hah beat by a child)

q!Phil has been deeply remorseful ever since, would be unable to forgive himself if it ever happened again, and the Death Family is trying to patch themselves back up. Phil also really misses Missa, who he calls “my moon.”

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q!Badboyhalo has a lot of crazy lore to go over because he has been the most active

q!Bad slowly lost his memories and died from his soul vulture infection & radiation poisoning, lots of crying and philosophical emotional talks led up to it. I second you watch the Sweet Despair stream its so beautiful. theories were confirmed that he is a fallen angel too!!

so yeah he died and his character was gone while we followed the ghosties (canon chat)’s POV that got split off him and watched over the eggs.

q!Bad resurrected a week later but with zero memories of the island, and had to re-meet all his friends + the eggs who he quickly got close to again. he became best friends with the Korean member YD!

Cucurucho moved into his house, starting a whole roommate arc between them which kinda developed into something more… Cucurucho gave him lots of gifts and flirted with him. they went on a date with Tubbo as the waiter. rumors started spreading around the island (pushed primarily by q!Pac, #1 cucuhalo shipper) that they are in a relationship.

q!Bad also became friends with Ollie the steampunk bunny, who asked him to build a Ferris wheel and host a theme park for Cucurucho. during that whole arc he got into a mess with the other bunnies (who were testing the rides) because they kept getting injured on his Ferris wheel. Donny & Sipi became his mortal enemies and Bobinho tried to steal his house.

Bad tried to make amends with the bunnies by building them a carrot-shaped home to live in. but, Donny, Sipi & Ollie fell into deathlike comas around their dinner table after eating Ghostberries. (this lore was the introduction for Ghostberries)

q!Bad had no idea what happened and hid the bunny bodies under the floor. Bobinho walked in at the wrong time and snapped an incriminating photo of him. q!Missa accidentally discovered the bodies one night, and q!Bad appeared behaving uncharacteristically scary and threatened him. bro literally became a horror creature and jumpscared the poor guy repeatedly

Bobinho a few days later was convinced Bad poisoned their bunny friends with Ghostberries, and said they’d make sure he is severely punished for it. q!Bad got scary again and killed Bobinho to stop them from running their mouth. a few minutes afterwards, he completely forgot he did it and buried the body. (us theorists think this is either a case of possession, or something screwed up with his resurrection that split his soul?? it’s spooky)

Since then, Bad has been spending happy times with his nephews & nieces but also getting super violent for Cucurucho’s attention. the past few days he has exploded nukes in Cucurucho’s office / the spawn building 3 times, all that’s left is craters. we don’t know what’s gonna happen with this

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meanwhile, Cucurucho has recently been busy as a single parent with an egg of his own named Nacho. they are very silly and star in the QSMP official streams which are structured like a saturday morning cartoon

that’s all I got for you :3

to see Richas tune into Bad & Mike’s streams he is there most often!

Hi. I lurked your blog a lot a while ago but I stopped watching qsmp in January and eventually lost track of what was going on in the server except for some of the stuff with the admins. I also lost interest in Portuguese around January because after what happened around That Time, even that was just making me sad and upset.

I'm remembering that around this time last year was when I started watching a lot of qsmp, and I miss it. (A whole damn YEAR?!) And I miss some of the fanbase too. I learned just as much about language and culture from people in the fandom as I learned from the server itself. I especially miss the Brazilian CCs and I want to start watching them and/or qsmp again (Pac and Cellbit especially) and trying to learn Portuguese again. But I have no idea what's been going on and it's surprisingly difficult to try to figure it out by digging around on tumblr.

May I please ask for a quick summary, if you're up for it? Just as much as you feel like, it doesn't have to be extensive if you do it. I would be incredibly grateful but I know it might be a lot of work. (I already know about the stuff with Cellbit's ex, but I have no idea what else has been going on with him.)

And honestly, the main thing I want to know is the situation with Richarlyson's admin. If they're no longer in the project, that's okay, it's probably best for their health and I support it. But I just need to know if they know how loved and appreciated they are. Richas was my favorite egg and the admin was my favorite admin too. I hope they're doing well, wherever they are and whoever they are.

Sincerely, some random American

Hello!

Anon I will try my best but I have to be honest with you, I haven't kept up that well since january (my mental health was really fucked from all that happened and I needed to take a step back) but from important bullet points that I can remember

Please people add onto this so anon can get a true lore recap

- we had the server restart that introduced the mechanics of coins system and all that

- the mr duck from before was apparently replaced by a mr bunny

- Badboyhalo fucking died and then came back without any memories (if you want to see him dying the stream is sweet despair and it's beautiful and sad one)

- Tubbo died too but also came back

- Creation lore (literally cannot explain this, need some tublings on the job please)

- Fit's mission deadline arrived

- Fit was sent to a pit by Madagio (his boss) and like, he is still there right now

- on Cellbit, well, he was having a skate arc (literally, he would skateboard everywhere)

That's as much as I can remember right now (it's 3am so my memory is extremely fucked) and if anyone wants to add onto this please do, clearly I couldn't remember everything lmao

Now on Richas situation, he is currently on the server, he woke up and was on Bad's stream earlier today! So he is still around and shows up on Mike's streams a lot and also Bad

I'm sorry that I couldn't be of much help </3 but like I said, january fucked with me and I couldn't keep up as much or I would get physically anxious, so

[drmflm]

—summary: when he was with you, even in the cobwebs of a dusty antique shop, you would always find a reason to smile.

—pairing: hongjoong x gn!reader

—wordcount: 758

—genre: fluff

—au: antique shop

—rating: g

—warnings: none!

—note: i wanted to get this posted for joong’s bday, but i got so busy this week there wasn’t a good time to post it 😭 i hope y’all will accept this late bday present 🥺💗

—masterlist | directory

The jangly bell hanging above the rickety door startled you when you first walked in. The air smelled musty and old—the type of scent you associated with old age homes and the elderly, a nostalgic promise of ancient wonders. This was not your typical area of expertise—rather, you and your boyfriend preferred to spend the days in cozy cafés and shopping centres filled with bustling people and pop radio tunes.

Yet, antiques of all kinds were displayed in ever flat surface of the room. Dusty tapestries lined the walls, and orchestral tunes rang from a record player. Sat behind a glass case was a woman who looked twice as old as the painting behind her—a yellowed and wrinkly canvas of smile lines and snowy hair.

Hongjoong’s reaction was immediate. He sneezed upon entering, and at his blatant allergies, you giggled, handing him a tissue from a bejewelled antique tissue holder, continuing on into the disorderly space to find a new—or rather old—treasure.

The old lady at the counter didn’t greet you—perhaps it was because she could neither hear nor see your arrival—so you took it upon yourself to look around. You were directed by the many overhanging signs that said what section you were in. In some cases, where the piles of things were simply too high, you were able to take an educated guess based on whether there were fridges, clothing, or other miscellaneous objects around you.

Hongjoong eventually made his way to your side, where he picked up a dusty music box and consequently sneezed. You snorted at him before brushing it off and opening it, laughing even harder at the horrible screech of a tune it let out.

At that, you heard a shutter click, startling and turning towards Hongjoong, who had his phone out, painting at you. You didn’t mean to tense up, but you were startled and accidentally backed away.

In response, Hongjoong quickly put down his phone, immediately placing it on a dusty bookshelf, walking towards you with his arms extended, “oh my gosh, I am so sorry. I should have asked first, I’m truly sorry.”

You just blanked, “no, no, it’s okay. Why are you sorry? Pictures are meant to be memories, so if you have one of me smiling, then it means it’s a happy one. And if I can be a happy memory for you, well, then I am honoured.”

He pulled back, looking into your eyes intently, “I know, it’s just—I want you to know that I respect you and your privacy and that you always have the choice to say no.”

This was only another reason why your boyfriend was truly a marvellous human being. You could only grin wider, letting him bring you into a quick hug once more and letting go.

“I know, and that’s why I love you,” you replied, squeezing his hand gently. “But it’s okay to take pictures, I don’t mind at all. As long as you show me before you post them.”

“Of course,” he said with a grin and a wink, and you already knew he was going to post something silly later.

When he grabbed his phone off the shelf, dust coated his screen, making it so the entire way to the till, he was just a sneezing frenzy (and a terribly hilarious source of laughter).

So, he decided to go back outside to get some fresh air, and at this—while the old lady at the counter rung up your order—you looked at the music box in your hands.

And for the first time since you saw it, after brushing the dust off it once more, you noted how on the top of the box, a smiley face was engraved into the wood.

© 2022 svt117 . all rights reserved.

[respectthepetty]

The Heart Killers' Colors? - Ep. 3

Three episodes in, and I'm positive that Bison is a Red Rascal and Fadel is a Black Brooder.

But I never had any doubts about my pretty emo boy.

He is emo, so his soul is black (and so is his underwear, AYEEE!)

He is also very pretty.

And Style knows just how pretty this sad emo is.

(which, hopefully, everybody else who is watching this show is as well because people have been sleeping on my boy Joong for too long while my ass has been here thirsting over him for years) *I need a moment to collect myself*

um . . . where was I? Oh yeah! I still don't fully believe Style is a (light) Blue Boy when he wears all these animal prints.

But I do know his presence annoyance is making Fadel lighter.

Perhaps it's because ever since Bison told him to go full throttle on Fadel, the kid hasn't let up on his mission to instigate a fight with Fadel solely so Fadel can choke him again.

Which was actually a solid plan.

But maybe Fadel is lighter because he likes big buns and he cannot lie.

Or maybe it's the lethal combination of Style's big brown eyes and suckable lips that finally caused Fadel to give in (because it would cause me to give in, like, weeks ago!)

But I think it's because Style actually sees Fadel for who he is since he already figured out that Fadel is hiding a killer secret.

We now know Fadel once had someone special who he was happy with, but even in the past, Fadel wasn't as light as he was with Style's constant pestering.

So I want to know what other buried secrets my pretty Black Brooder is hiding that makes him sooo dark.

Keen obviously knows.

And even though I want Pepper's character to cause a ruckus with Fadel the same way his character did in Star in My Mind, I have a feeling his character will do much worse here since I've only had him for two minutes yet don't trust his no-consistent-color behind!

Which brings me to this fine ass(hole).

He is supposed to be a (dark) Blue Boy, and even though both him and his buddy are wearing blue shorts, they switched the colors of the love interests!

Bison is a Red Rascal. He is a firecracker. He is a cherry bomb! So the fact that Kant is wearing blue (it's denim, but I'll take what I can get how I can get it!) won't let me forget that he wore Fadel's color at the pool instead of Bison's!

However, I did notice the red writing on the back of his shirt and another very interesting place considering this boy knows Bison is a killer who he needs to collect dirt on. The heart? Already, sir? Simp behavior if I've ever seen it.

But then again, this fine ass(hole) who is wearing yellow (WHAT IS THIS?!) is clearly not thinking rationally when it comes to his little angel demon.

Because this idiot poured the drug into a red drink!

Therefore, IT WAS ONLY GOING TO MAKE THE DEMON STRONGER!

Bison probably gets that trait from Mother because she seems like the real devil of this story since she showed me her true color immediately while looking amazing. Leave it up to a woman to get the job done right the first time.

I'm looking at you, Kant and Style.

Get your shit color together!

For my sanity!

I just need to see a little crumb or two.

Or else.

Joong is sooooooo freakin' fine

[hongjoonggine95]

Only their S*ex doll [ Part. 1 ]

Summery : You are his Sextoy. Whenever he call you, you have to come! Today was one of many days. Hongjoong called you because he was really needy but he never thought, that will end up with a three some...

Genre: Smut, little bit of fluff, s*ex

Warning ⚠ : Smut, teasing, choking, over stimulating, hard s*ex, dirty talk, deep throating, cursing, and much more...

Pairings: do!mHongjoong* x s!ub reader,

do!mSeonghwa* x s!ub reader

Joong and his Members was very busy during the comeback, that's the reason why you don't see their for 3 weeks.

" JOONG? ARE YOU THERE? I FINALLY ARRIVED... HELLO? ~ "

You enter the Dressing room. All, you can see, is Hongjoong , sat down in the sofa at the corner. His eyes darkened, starring straight into your soul.

"Honey? Are you ok?"

You ask, but he doesn't answer you. He just keeps looking into your eyes. You're a little worried, did you do something wrong?

You step a bit forward.

"Joo~...."

before you can finish your speak, Joong grab your wrist, he is now standing in front of you. He scanned every inch of your body with his deep darkened eyes. Then, leans forward to your ear.

"On your knees little slut..."

You might not see his evil grin, but you felt it on your skin. His words gave you goosebumps. You know exactly, If you disobey him, he will punish you.

You nod, then Hongjoong push you down. He looks at you with hungry, needy eyes. Bite his bottom lip. He grabs your chin, then forces you to look at him.

"Safe word" he ask.

"Peaches" you answered.

"and when you're full, what do u you doing then?"

Tap my thigh 3 times"

"Good girl...now tell me your Colors... RED! "

"STOP"

"Yellow!"

"Slow down please"

"And green!"

"I'm ok, everything is fine"

"alright ...now be a good girl and open your pretty mouth for me".

He said, running his hand through your hair. You do as he says and Hongjoong slipped off his pants. His hard cock was sticking out of his pants and you could feel how wet you are. Only from his hard dick right in front of you. Not even a second later, he pushed his dick in your mouth. When he start moving his hips, you chock on his length. Hongjoong doesn't care about it. He loves it when you chock on his full length. That's turn him on.

"What is little slut? Can't you take my hard dick hm?"

he ask with this little devil smirk in his face, but didn't stop moving. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes. You try to calm down, start breathing through your nose. A deep moan escapes from Hongjoong's mouth as he thrusts deeper into your throat and you start sucking his cock. At the same time your tongue spoiled his tip.

"Right there slut...DON'T STOP!"

Meanwhile, Seonghwa was searching for Hongjoong, as he heard very loud noises behind the dressing room door. He carefully opened the door and when he saw Hongjoong with Y/N, the spat got stuck in his throat. He rubbed his eyes. Is this really happening right now? Should he say something? Seonghwa was really confused and a bit embarrassed. Quite and really carefully, he watched the scenery in front of him. How Joong treating Y/N, so dominand, that really turned him on. He bite his lips and leans against the wall next to him.

"You guys are not ashamed for this hm?"

Both, You and Joong gets really shocked by Seonghwa's voice. He pushed you harshly away from his Cock. Then, he steps forward, straight to Hwa.

"J-Joong plea~"

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH UP Y/N"

He shut you up. Then, he pays attention to Seonghwa. Both man starring at each other.

"What are you doing here hwa?"

Hongjoong said, really angry.

"To be honest... I was searching for you. We didn't find you. But now...i think you have so much fun with her! So much fun without me. It's really sad, that you don't invite me, you know very well, that i love to play, with so pretty little sluts like her"

Seonghwa lick his lips and gestures at you. Hongjoong can't believe what he heard. He hates it when other man's have interest in you. Especially when the members says things like that.

"What do you want me to do Hwa? Share my little slut with you? Do you want to fucking her? In front of me?"

he said, with a hint of jealousy in his voice.

You can't believe what happens right now. Joong never gets jealous. He only use you as his personal Sextoy. Nothing more! Does he have feelings for you?

"Let me play with her too, or i tell the other Boys about your dirty secrets, especially about your little Sextoy"

Seonghwa push Hongjoong a bit backwards, to make more space between them.

"Don't you dare tell the other Boys about her! She is mine and ONLY mine! When you leans a hand on her then ~"

You stand up and stand between them. You know you shouldn't have done that, but you hate fights.

"Stop it! Joong...it's ok. I totally agree with that"

Seonghwa takes you hand in his and kiss the back of your hand.

"See... The pretty little girl agree with it"

Seong Hwa's gesture makes you blush. He was the complete opposite of Joong. A real Gentleman.

"Your fucking serious Y/N?"

You turn around to meet Hongjoong's eyes. You never saw him like that before. His eye's wide open, his fist strongly clenched.

"What's your problem? I said i agree with that. Calm down I'm not only yours Joong. I am not your property!"

This sentence was the start from a dangerous game....

- > part 2. Coming soon!

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Do you have any questions or else? My request are open. Feel free to contact me. This is my first story here, but i'm not a beginner writer! I have more stories but i also open for ideas or else. I also can do reactions or POV's or whatever you want me to do! 🥰❤️

[tohokuu]

mad hatter - kim hongjoong

tumblr is based on a system of reblogs, not likes. please reblog my work.

warnings : arson, crime, hongjoong has impulsive behaviour, suggestive

wc : 855 (the longest you shall get for this series)

a/n : don't speed, don't speed and drink, don't speed; drink and commit arson

“i’m nuts. baby, i’m mad. the craziest friend that you’ve ever had. you think i’m psycho. you think i’m gone. tell the psychiatrist something is wrong.”

“hongjoong- listen ! i don’t think this is a good idea- !” you shout as he speeds down the highway in a spur.

the flash of his yellow aventador (fully purchased on credit) going down the freeway like it was a nascar track. you held onto the grip above, belt fastened as tight as it could be. your heartbeat matched the speed hongjoong was going at.

he laughed maniacally. “baby, we aren’t even top speed yet!” he shouted over the roar of the engine.

the makeup on his face was smeared from all the kissing from earlier, his pretty red lipstick going on his cheek just as yours was smeared was on your own. a large loose grin overtook his face, he stared at you crazily, not worried about what car he was going to crash into next. his shirt was unbuttoned a bit, suspenders still fastened over his shoulders, unlike his seatbelt.

you stared at him.

_he was crazy, _you thought. he was truly mad. hongjoong, your boyfriend, was as crazy as anyone could be.

“you think i’m psycho, don’t you, baby ?” he screamed.

you had no response, still just staring at him.

“you think i’m gone ?” his voice was getting lost in your mind; lost in the roar of the engine and the adrenaline.

and suddenly, you realized he was most beautiful. the most honest boy you’d ever met. he never hid his manic behavior from you and that was something you could appreciate. the fury in his eyes as he sped down the open road alarmed you but you didn’t care.

you grabbed the bottle of hard liquor that lay in the console, drinking up until your throat burned. the bottle hit the floor as you emptied it, grabbed hongjoongs collar.

you put a hand on his neck, pulling him closer until your lips met his. emptying the liquor from your mouth into his, you choked him, enjoying the way he slightly lost his breath. you kissed him hard, quite careless of what speed the car might have been going at.

“i fucking love you.” you gasped against his lips, “i love you more.” he whined

heat went straight to your core at his tone.

“we’re almost there, baby. then we can do whatever we want.”

and it wasn’t until a couple more minutes that you reached your destination.

an abandoned ghost town in the middle of nowhere. you’d seen it in one of your research papers and once hongjoong had heard about it, he only had one thing in mind; arson.

hongjoong parked the car in front of an abandoned convenience store, staring up and laughing as he probably envisioned the building being up in flames.

you exited the car with him, pulling your jacket closer around yourself. “joong, are you sure this is a good idea ?” but he ignored you, instead turning to face you and asking for the lighter.

“baby, grab my lighter.” he pointed behind you and you took notice of the mad glow in his eyes while you handed it to him. you watched him pull the cap of the lighter back, lighting the cloth on the molotov.

it was one of his dad's fancy wine bottles, probably stolen from him.

his giggles erupted in the air as the bottle set on fire successfully. “come on, you do it.” he said as he handed the bottle to you.

and you grabbed it with a shaking hand, heat engulfing your palm. it felt like you were holding a bomb, and you were, but the adrenaline rushing through your veins now couldn’t be compared to any other moment you’d lived before.

before you knew it, you tossed the molotov at the building with all the force your arm could muster. soon, a mad boy in suspenders was pulling you into him, laughing maniacally as he stared at the blaze.

“so, so pretty, isn’t it, y/n baby ?!” he asked.

and you agreed, smiling at him and the fire, looking as the flames slowly engulfed the rest of the building. staring in awe at you and hongjoongs creation, you felt liberated. like you were just as mad as your boyfriend.

“i always have so much fun with you.” the man next to you muttered.

you grabbed his hand, pulling him closer and crashing your lips against his. the heat from the fire was nothing compared to the heat between your thighs and tongue. the passion in the air engulfed the flames, setting it ablaze even further. or perhaps, that was just your imagination.

hongjoong pushed you on to the low hood of his car, settling in between your thighs. he looked at the glow and adrenaline on your face from the blaze behind you. he used his hands to grip your waist and grind his crotch against yours, sending jolts of pleasure directly to your clit.

“you really want me to fuck you at a crime scene, baby ? and i thought i was the mad hatter.”

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Flowers for you

Kim Hongjoong x Reader

Summary: (Y/n) had been a stylist at KQ for a while now, and over time she ended up catching feelings for the charismatic leader of ATEEZ, HongJoong. But after acknowledging her feelings, a sickness came over her, sparking fear in her and Making HongJoong worry about her as well. (I suck at summaries ngl)

Tags: Angsty, Hanahaki Disease, mentions of blood, bodily pain, near death experience, sadness, but a happy ending!

Word Count: 2.8k

Taglist: @kimroieho @mingissoggywaffles @damissub @yungisstar1117 @beomnoi @wooyoungsbae @maarkcraft @blessednhighlyfavoured @do-you-actually-care @winterciella @soft-teddybear @sanraes

A/N: This is one of my favorite tropes to read, so I thought I would try my hand at it. Its a repost from my old blog joongsprincess!

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“Good Morning (y/n)!” “Morning Guys!”

I smiled at my colleagues, setting my bags down, doing a mini stretch before moving to the stations, a long day of work ahead of me. I work as one of the many stylists for the popular K-pop groups, ATEEZ, and with them in the middle of a comeback means my hands were filled.

As I began to take out my brushes and palettes, I could hear the playful chatter from outside, meaning that the group was nearing the room. I chuckled to myself only imagining what they could be talking about today, knowing it would probably be something silly.

“(y/n)! Pancakes or Waffles?”

As if on cue, San walked into the room, loudly asking me the random question. He made his way over to me and placed his arm around my shoulders, waiting on my answer. I thought for a second before chuckling a bit. “Um…I like both but I prefer waffles'' I answered, getting both cheers and groans in response.

“See Jongho! I told you~ (y/n) Likes waffles better!~” Wooyoung teased as he entered the room. Jongho crossed his arms, an adorable pout on his face, “(y/n) only said that to please you guys,” He mumbled, making me laugh. Yeosang entered alongside Yunho, who walked over to give me a hug before going to sit down. “Good Morning Yeosang, Morning Yuyu” I say, Yeosang waved over to me before going to sit himself. 

“I still think Pancakes are better..” 

“Well no one cares, San! It's settled, Waffles are better!”

I shook my head at their childish back and forth, finishing getting my station together, turning around to someone standing really close to my face.

“Good Morning (n/n), How are you?”

Jumping back slightly, I placed a hand over my chest, waving a brush at the culprit. HongJoong raised his hands up slightly, laughing before apologizing. 

“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to scare you like that.” He said, his little laugh sending a warm feeling through my body. HongJoong never failed to light up my day, his cheerful nature and infectious smile always brought warmth to me. He was just a ray of sunshine, his laugh, his smile, his whole aura could light up a room, I just loved working with Joong.

But for the past few weeks, I would leave work and end up having a violent coughing fit, not just a minor one that someone could push off as allergies. One that would rattle my entire chest, leaving me dazed and in pain for at least an hour afterwards. I didn’t pay much attention at first, just simply buying some medicine to help with the pain and coughing.

But then flowers started appearing when I coughed. Each and every time, beautiful yellow rose petals would fly from my mouth flying around my apartment after one of my fits, and in the past week it started happening at work. I had to admit, it was scaring me, but I just shook it off, deciding to go to the doctor if it got any worse, seeing as I could somewhat handle it myself.

Pushing the negative thoughts away, I continued my conversations with the boys, watching as they all sat down in the styling chairs. Jongho called up Mingi to check in on him and nearly had me about to burst into tears on the job. 

All the boys then scurried around, trying to figure out who they wanted to be their stylist. HongJoong then moved to sit down in my chair and gave an award-winning smile. We had casual conversation, asking about the comeback material, about atiny, little things to pass the time. I was giggling at something Seonghwa had said when a violent cough hit me.

Leaning over and holding my chest, I watched as yellow petals left my mouth and floated down onto the floor. I managed to cover my mouth, my coughing slowing down until it suddenly stopped. HongJoong looked at me with wide eyes, a look of worry and confusion painted across his face. 

Glancing around, I noticed that everyone carried that same look, my fellow stylists had hands over their own mouths, everyone not knowing what to say.

It was Seonghwa who decided to break the silence first, Him walking over to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Are you alright (y/n)?” He asked. I nodded slightly, giving him a small smile before my body made me make a beeline for the trash can. Once again, my body felt like it needed to cough up something, as if something were in it that was not supposed to be, and what I saw in the trash scared the hell out of me.

Yellow roses, covered in my blood were in the trash, and not just a few like I had been seeing before or what I coughed up a few seconds ago. It was whole roses, with multiple petals surrounding them.

Standing up straight up, I looked at my worried friends and colleagues before croaking out. “I-I’ll be right back” I saw them wince from how I sounded, Jae-Hee, the senior stylist finally spoke up with a caring smile on her face. 

“Don’t worry, go, we’ll take over for you.” She stated. 

With her words, I made my way out of the room, slowly trekking down the hallway towards the bathroom. The tightness in my chest felt like I was having a heart attack, I could hardly catch my breath and it felt like my throat was closing on me. I finally made it to the bathroom, managing to push open the door, nearly collapsing in, falling to my knees in front of the toilet.

Pulling my hair back, I coughed and coughed until I threw up, a burning and tingling sensation shooting through my entire body, making me bend over in pain. Sounds of pure agony were leaving my body, I didn't even recognize my own voice, cries of pains left me until my poor body had decided it had enough. Finally giving me a chance to raise my head up, my eyes widened at what was in front of me.

Multiple yellow roses, many with a little bit of the stem attached to them, covered in my blood and saliva, staining the beautiful color they once had. I fell back in fear, letting out a loud scream of pure shock.

I was struggling to catch my breath, no matter what I had done, the situation had gotten worse. “W-what’s going on with me?..” I whispered, placing a hand on my chest, the pain still there, but it was not as painful as it was a few moments ago. 

I reached into my pocket, quickly trying to search my condition up before another coughing fit came up, I scrolled through multiple pages before I found one, and I did not like what I was reading.

“Hanahaki disease is a disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies..”

Scrolling my nerves weren't calmed with the next passage I read.

“There are also cases where the flowers are surgically removed, as are the victim's feelings of love, meaning they can no longer love the person they once loved. Sometimes this also removes their memories of the former beloved, or the victim's ability to ever love again. Often, the one suffering the disease will refuse the surgery, preferring to die rather than losing their feelings.”

I gasped and felt a feeling of fear just surged through my body, dropping my phone on the floor.

Was I going to die because of the love that I felt for HongJoong? And if I chose to get it removed…I have a chance of forgetting him and the love I once had?

A rapid knocking on the door scares me clean out of my thoughts, but I calmed down once I heard the voices on the other side.

“(Y/n)! Are you Okay? We heard you scream..” Hongjoong said through the door, his voice sounded hurt, filled with worry and concern.

 I mentally slapped myself, I don’t want to put anymore stress upon the male, I could feel tears well up in my eyes but I quickly wiped them away.

 “(y/n), please let us know you are alright, I don’t want to have to kick down this door.” 

That was Seonghwa, and not feeling like being hit with a door, I wobbled, standing up, opening the door slightly. The two males stood at the door, HongJoong held a water bottle and a towel in his arms, and Seonghwa had pain medicine. 

I gave them a weak smile, feeling another strike of pain travel through me, giving them a small wave I finally spoke. “I’m fine…Just allergies messing with me.” I say, once again wanting to slap myself because of the bullshit answer, and apparently the males in front of me that it was too.

“(Y/n), You really need to go take a rest, Your skin is looking a bit pale..” Hongjoong said softly, handing me the water bottle. I accepted it and opened it, taking a small sip, even the normally refreshing drink sent a burning feeling down my throat. Hissing slightly in pain, I hand him back the bottle and begin to walk past them only to get stopped by Seonghwa.

 “And where do you think you’re going missy?”

He asked, an eyebrow cocked. “I’m going back to work Seonghwa, I still have to get you guys ready.” I say, moving past him, I only get a few steps away before getting pulled back into someone's chest, the only other person who was there was Joong, and low and behold, that’s who I was pressed against.

He then pulled me into a hug.

My body froze upon the sudden contact, HongJoong sighed softly before he began to speak. “Please, Listen to us (y/n), you’re scaring me right now, Go home and get rest.” He muttered, his voice a bit shaky. 

I felt awful, the last thing I wanted was for the boys to worry about me, my health wasn’t really important, I saw them as my top priority. I slightly pushed HongJoong back, which only made him look at me with a hurt expression. I averted my gaze to the ground before letting out a sigh of my own. 

“I can work guys, I’ll just take some pain medicine, sit down for a few minutes and then I’ll be okay…” I began trailing off as my legs started feeling weak, I tried to stop myself from falling but it was too late, I had already lost my balance and was about to topple over.

HongJoong moved quickly to catch me in his arms, he placed a hand on my forehead, his hand felt so cold against me. I felt so hot, like I was burning up on the inside, the previous pain from earlier came rearing its ugly head once again, making me cry out in pain.

“Screw going home, we’re taking you to the hospital.”

I shook my head, trying to move but Joong had an iron grip on me, he looked down at me with a stern look, one that I normally only saw when he was getting the group together for a performance. It sent a shiver down my spine, and I would have blushed if I weren’t in so much pain. 

I heard many footsteps coming towards us, turning my head I could see the rest of the group rushing towards us, I had a weak smile on my face.

Their figures were starting to become blurry as they got closer, matter of fact, the whole world around me was spinning, and little rainbow dots began to fill my vision. My body wanted to sleep, but I knew that I should not, my eyes were growing heavier and heavier 

“h-hongjoong…” I whimpered, raising my hand to touch his cheek, his worried face being the last thing I saw before I slipped into unconsciousness.

“Y/n? Y/n! Stay with me! Stay awake please! Guys Hurry!”

“(y/n) please…stay with me, I lov-“

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I watched as HongJoong laughed with another girl, His arms wrapped around her waist, Her arms around his neck. I could feel my chest tighten, tears were already spilling from my eyes, I wanted to scream out to him, and let him know how I truly felt.

I tried to scream out to him but my words were gone from me, my voice was gone. I was left helpless on the ground reaching out for him. Watching him walk away from me, happy with someone else.

Someone that wasn’t me.

I could feel vines begin to ensnare my lungs, stems began shooting out of the ground, wrapping around my limbs and trapping me against the ground.

I felt hot tears run down my face as I began choking, until a large yellow rose sprouted from my mouth.

“You look so pretty, Love is such a pretty yet deadly thing isn’t it~”

I cried out, trying to struggle my way out of the restraints I was bound in.

“(y/n)…”

“(Y/n).”

 “(Y/n)!”

I jolted up out of bed looking around scared and confused, nearly ripping the IV drip from my arm. I looked around the room realizing I was in a hospital room, the beeping of the heart monitor beside me was the only sound in the room.

“(y/n) thank god..”

I looked to my left and saw Hongjoong, now in a comfortable hoodie and sweatpants, the poor boy looked like he had not slept at all. He quickly scooted closer to my beside, gripping my hand and holding on for dear life. His gaze was on my hands until I felt something wet hit my hand.

He was crying.

“HongJoong?...” I called to him, placing my other hand on top of his, hoping that he would look at me. He eventually did, his face had a look of pure pain and fear on it, tears streaming down his face.

 “Why?” he asked, I looked at him confused. 

“Why what Joong-"

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!” 

He suddenly yelled, making me wince at his sudden loud tone, his voice shakey filled with many raw emotions. “why didn’t you tell me you were dying…” He muttered softly, him laying across my body, letting choked sobs leave him, the scene in front of me absolutely broke my heart.

"Why didn't you tell me you were dying because of me!?

“I-I thought I could handle this myself Joong.”

“Well obviously not!” He yelled again, looking me dead in the eyes, he moved closer to me until we were only centimeters apart. 

“I love you too much to let you do this to yourself…”

I could feel his breath tickling my lips, so I decided to close the gap, pressing my lips against his. I saw his eyes widen then soften as he moved to deepen the kiss, he wrapped his arms around my body, holding me against him as if he were to let go I would vanish.

 I felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest, the tightness that had been plaguing me for weeks on end finally gone. 

I slowly pulled away from Hongjoong, making the male whine in response, but a smile came over his features anyways. “You don’t have to fight this again (n/n), we’re in this together from now on.” He said, placing his hand on my cheek cupping it gently.

He places a sweet kiss on my cheek, staring lovingly into my eyes. We both jumped at the sudden entrance of the doctor holding what looked like an x-ray result. She chuckled at us and walked over, Hongjoong moved back over to the chair he was sitting in. 

“You are really Lucky Ms. (L/n), I thought we were going have to operate on you, I’ve never seen a case this bad clear up so quickly.” She said, taking a seat on the other side of me. Hongjoong looked over at me, holding my hand tightly. The doctor must have sensed his unease because she quickly continued talking. 

“Oh But luckily it cleared up! You’re all good now, but we’re going to keep you here for a couple more days in case it comes back.” HongJoong shook his head, before speaking up himself, “It won’t come back! Not as long as I’m with her.”

He said proudly, making me blush in embarrassment. She chuckled at his remark and nodded along. “I’m very glad she has you then. I’ll be back in a few to check on you again.” She smiles at the two of us before standing up and heading out.

Once Hongjoong heard the door close he chuckled softly to himself. “You know (y/n), once we get out of here.” He began coming over to place a kiss on my cheek, placing his hand on my thigh.

“I promise to get you real flowers, To replace the ones you suffered to give me”

I chuckle at him and shake my head slightly, giggling at the cute offer.

“No offense Joongie-Bear, But I don’t want to see another flower again for a while”

He chuckled himself, wrapping his arms around my body, pulling me close to him once again.

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congrats on 900! you're an amazing writer, thanks for sharing your fics ♡♡

i choose "broken connection" for the fake title game

pairing. kim hongjoong x gn!reader | warnings. soulmate au, werewolf au, friends to lovers, pining, two idiots in love and in denial, smut. | synopsis. they say the moon goddess works in mysterious yet perfectly correct ways, that never once has it matched two souls to the wrong people. yet, three days away from marrying his supposed moon-selected mate, kim hongjoong, alpha of his pack, finds himself faced with a dilemma. his heat hits and there's only one person his body, his wolf is willing to accept help from: you.

“it’s hongjoong. he’s... not feeling well.”

seonghwa’s words play in your mind, over and over, as you make your way through the pack houses, legs carrying you in a single direction: the alpha’s cabin.

before you even step foot through the front gate, an intoxicating, sickening smell hits you. you feel it in your gut, in your stomach, in your throat. it’s overwhelming, and confusing, and mouth watering. the wolf in you is pining for more, begging you to find the location of the smell and bury your snout in it, till it’s all you know.

smell aside, you push forward and do your best to feign calmness. when knocking on the door proves futile, with the man who you know fine well is inside and ignoring you by choosing to not open up, you pull out the spare key you know he hid inside a plant pot.

pushing the door open slowly, darkness meets you. the lights are off, the blinds are drawn shut and that same smell has increased by ten fold. maybe you’re going crazy or maybe the cabin is just warm, because there’s a lick of heat slowly crawling up your whole body.

“you shouldn’t be here.” you can’t see him, or much of him at least. two piercing, yellow eyes stare back at you from across the living room.

“seonghwa told me you’re sick, how could i not be here?” you step further into the house, letting the door shut behind you while you hold the lycan’s stare. “where’s jihyo?”

the name of his bride-to-be seems to trigger something, leading a growl to leave hongjoong. he steps forward and, with your predator eyes finally adjusting to the darkness, you catch sight of him, naked for anyone to see and hard, cock bobbing against his stomach when he takes another step.

“jesus, joong! you could have warned me you were-” cutting yourself off, you spin on your heel and face the door, something not feeling right about how desperate your wolf is to feel his skin against you.

a gasp leaves you when a pair of arms wrap around you, his burning hot body pressing itself into you and leaving little for the imagination.

“need to breed, please,” he pants against your ear, mouth ghosting over your neck. “tell me i can fuck my pups into you, please.”

“hongjoong, if you’re in heat, i can go get jih-” that same growl emits from him, this time sparking something primal in you, a rush of warmth heading straight for your groin.

“i only want you, my pretty little mate.”