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strawberrynull · 9 months ago

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Hii! I just finished the ot7 imagine of the first snow with enha! And I gotta say it was really cute! I don't know if your asks are open atm, but I was wondering if you could do another situation wherein enha's s/o is reacting to seeing snow for the first time and like they got mesmerized and enha is just there admiring them >< I thought it would be cute so I immediately went to your asks hehe

I really love your works ever since tumblr recommended it to me hehe it's ok if you also can't do my ask! hope you hand a good day! thank you <3

──⯎ ˙☃ ̟ seeing snow for the first time

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | ot7

──Pairing: enha ot7 x reader

──Genre: fluff, scenarios, imagines

──Synopsis: It's been only a few months since you moved to Korea to live with your boyfriend. You came from a warmer place that never got any snow. As winter rolled around, you were so excited to see snow for the first time in your life

──A/N: Thank you for the request. My requests are always open! I'm also trying to start a taglist so if you want to be tagged please comment !!

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이희승 | Heeseung

Your eyes were covered by Heeseungs large hands. He told you he had a surprise for you. He wouldn't disclose what the surprise was though. You didn't expect the cold outside air to hit your face. Your nose scrunched up as you shivered from the sudden chill.

Your boyfriend uncovered your eyes. "You can look now, angel." He whispered in your ear.

In front of you was the city of Seoul covered in white. Your eyes widened, seeing snow for the first time. Quickly, you covered your mouth with both your hands. Snow had fallen while you were at Heeseungs house and you hadn't even noticed. You were way to busy hanging out with your boyfriend to realize that the moment you had waited for all your life had finally come to fruition.

Small flakes were still falling from the sky, some landing on you. You held your hands out to catch the cold snow. Hands wrapped around your waist from behind as you felt a warm breath on your cheek.

"Isn't it beautiful, Seungie?" You giggled, showing him the snowflakes you had caught.

"Not nearly as beautiful as you." He said, kissing your cheek gently.

박종성 | Jongseong

Jay led you out of the apartment building, holding your hand. He had told you not to look so your eyes were closed and your free hand covered your eyes. You heard a door open and cold air engulfed you.

"Hurry up or it's going to melt." He said sarcastically. You tilted your head in confusion. You felt hands wrap around your waist from behind, making your cheeks red not just from the cold.

"Is it raining?" You asked as what felt like a raindrop landed on your cheek. Jay laughed from behind you.

"Even better. Open your eyes." You did as you were told and removed your hand from your eyes.

Your lips parted as you took in the sight in front of you. The city was covered in pretty white snow. You put your hands up to catch the falling snow. It was more pretty in person than seeing it in pictures.

"Once you're done looking, let's go inside and I'll make hot chocolate. We can drink it on the balcony and watch the snow."

심재윤 | Jaeyun

Your door slammed open, causing you to flinch. In the doorway stood your boyfriend, Jake, wearing a huge grin.

"Come look! It's snowing!" He yelled, jumping up and down. He ran over to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you off your bed. Once you processed what was going on, your body flooded with excitement.

"Jakey, this is my first time seeing snow!" You gasped, hurrying to grab a coat. He grabbed your shoulders, turning you to look at him.

"I know how special it is to see snow for the first time. That's why you need to see this." He cupped your face, leaving a hasty kiss on your lips before promptly opening the door for you.

You rushed out the door, per his request. As you left the apartment building the chilly air hit your face. All around you, tiny snowflakes fell covering the city. You held your hands out in front of you, catching snow in your palms.

"Isn't this so cool!?" Jake squealed, skipping around in the snow. You laughed in response to his childish behavior. He stopped in front of you and grabbed your cold hands. "I'm so glad I get to show you snow for the first time."

박성훈 | Sunghoon

"Come on we're gonna be late." Sunghoon yelled from the doorway as you quickly tied your shoes. Sunghoon still hadn't told you where you were off to. Whenever you would ask he would say it was a surprise.

When you got into his car, he handed you an eye mask, insisting you wear it until you arrive. You reluctantly put the mask over your eyes with a huff.

The car stopped and Sunghoon hopped out of the car, running over to your side and opening your door. The two of you walked a few feet- Sunghoon holding your hand to guide you.

Light flooded your vision the second you took off the mask. The city was covered in perfect white snow. In front of you was a skating rink. You looked up at the snow still falling from the fluffy clouds above. Cold flakes landed on your face making you giggle.

"I've always wanted to see snow, Sunghoon." You turned to your boyfriend, squeezing his hand gently. He smiled at your excited expression, his favorite sight in the entire world.

"I've always wanted to take you to see snow, princess." He brought your hand up to kiss it. "I knew you would love it."

김선우 | Sunoo

"Can you at least tell me why you're recording me?" You asked as your boyfriend pushed you out the door. He chuckled before shaking his head. You pouted as the two of you hurried outside.

Once you were outside, you realized exactly why he wanted to capture this moment. Snow was falling in the city of Seoul. The fluffy snow covered the city from the streets to the tops of the buildings. You smiled brightly as the tiny snowflakes landed on your head.

You turned around to face Sunoo as you pointed at the city. "Am I seeing this properly!? It's so pretty!" You said in awe. He laughed at how cute your excitement was.

Sunoo walked up to you putting an arm around your waist. He began showing you the pictures he took of you. Your nose was red from the cold and your hair was slightly messy from the gentle wind. Snowflakes rested on top of your head.

"I've taken many pictures of snow, but none as beautiful as these." Sunoo claimed, staring at you with stars in his eyes. "You make any picture beautiful because you're the prettiest girl I know." You smiled at his words and rested your head on his shoulder.

양정원 | Jungwon

"You're not gonna believe it. This is the best surprise yet." Jungwon giggled as he pulled you by your hands. He had a surprise for you that he was supposed to wait to show you until the boys arrived but your boyfriend couldn't help himself. He got too carried away with excitement that he had to show you now.

"Wonnie, can you tell me why we have to go outside though?" You asked. You're eyes were closed- Jungwon being your only source of navigation.

"Well if I tell you, it won't be a surprise anymore." He explained. You could tell he was pouting from the tone in his voice.

The sound of the door opening rang through your ears before you were hit with a gust of cold air.

"Wonnie, it's cold. Why is the surprise outside?" You whined, pulling your hands away to wrap around your body.

"Then I'll warm you up. Open your eyes now." His arms wrapped around you from behind. When you opened your eyes layers of white snow were covering the city. You looked up with stars in your eyes, watching as the tiny specks of snow fell.

You turned to face Jungwon who had a big smile on his face, showing off his cute dimples. "Just don't tell the boys I showed you the snow without them." He said while laughing.

니키 | Niki

Niki had asked you to come to the store with him so you quickly complied. You loved walking around the city with your boyfriend. Today was slightly different though.

He wrapped his brown leather jacket around your shoulders. His hand slithered around your waist as he led you outside. You saw a small smile tug at the corner of his lips. You wondered what that could be about.

"Hey, Ki, what store are we going to?" You asked curiously. You held onto his large jacket to prevent it from falling off your petite shoulders.

"You'll see." He responded briefly.

The cold air made you shiver as soon as the door was opened. Outside it was bright and everything seemed to be covered in white. Snow. It was beautiful fluffy snow.

You were quick to cover your face as you gasped at the sight in front of you. The snow crunched under your feet as you hopped around, giggling like a little kid.

"It's snowing, Ki! Look!" You squealed, staring up at him with a wide grin.

"I know. We were never going to the store. I just wanted to show you the snow for the first time." Niki said quietly before pulling you by your waist to kiss your cheek.

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miss-choi-park · 10 months ago

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Sin never tasted so...

Chapter 1 - Fate is a bastard

A TXT Yeonjun Fanfiction from Mrs. Choi-Park

CEO/non-idol/dom/bully!Yeonjun! / Confident/sub/named/fem!Reader!

No obstacle - made of stone - stops love, what love can do, it dares to do. - pretty cheesy, right?

Romeo and Juliet, literature that can only be endured through modern language and films, nowadays. We all know the plot.

~A boy and a girl, madly in love with each other but the tragic circumstances of the family dispute kill both of them in the end.

The "most beautiful" love story in the world...if you don't experience it yourself. Fate is sometimes an ice-cold bastard.

Warnings under the cut

Warnings: rough language, hate speech, bullying, sex language, they kinda hate each other, caring yeonjun

Please remember that I fully respect the privacy of all K-Pop Idols and that this is just a fantasy. It's not my intention to harm anyone! (I've been a MOA since March 2023)

The hot whirlpool was just right thing for my muscles, which were pretty acidic from two days of skiing.

I still had four days ahead of my parents and my winter sports trip. And even though skiing was my favorite sport after hip-hop dancing, it was pretty tiring. My parents and I also received an unpleasant surprise yesterday.

The 5-star sports hotel high in the Pyeongchang Mountains has also attracted another rich Korean family from Seoul.

Why did the Choi's - my father's chosen mortal enemies - have to have a vacation in the same hotel as us in the same week as us?!

Ever since I was little, my parents always instilled in me that the Choi's were truly the spawn of hell.

It wasn't until I was 13 years old that I really found out why our family's didn't get along at all.

My parents, who had moved from Germany to Korea four years before I was born, had started with a small bookstore, which developed into a publishing house for small authors and later into the second largest publishing house in South Korea. My parents have always hated the Choi's, who put obstacles in their way, even now they were holding back our really great success.

The Choi's owned the number one publishing house in Korea, which had also been producing Manhwa's for several years now. (Counterpart to Japanese anime)

Because of this family, my parents struggled with racism, failure and stagnation. We had to deal with copyright lawsuits again and again - fights that emptied our Bank account and were never really justified. We also couldn't follow up with the manhwa's because it was forbidden to us. The old Choi was "a big animal in the world of Politics," as he always said. And even though my parents had come a long way...we had to constantly look into our pockets while the Choi's lived in luxury.

The 5-star holiday was the first in 6 years. Before that we either couldn't go on a skiing holiday or we could only go to a 3-4 star hotel. That's why I wanted to enjoy the whirlpool now and do not think of anything bad, who knows when I'll have that again.

For two minutes I enjoyed the flow of water and the bubbles massaging my back.

Until~

"Oh no, that can't be possible! I wanted to go into that hot tub, potato!" I heard a voice. It didn't take a split second before I recognized the voice. The unpleasant nickname, only one person used it for me, was the final hint.

I opened my eyes and lifted my head, which I had rested on the edge of the hot tub.

Choi Yeonjun.

As expected.

The 24-year-old son of the family I had grown to hate.

Yeonjun stood on the stairs that led up to the hot tub where I was relaxing. I rolled my eyes, not giving him a second glance after dropping my head back down again.

He wasn't worth saying anything back.

"Come on out, I want to relax!" he grumbled. Without saying anything, I raised my hand out of the water with my middle finger held up.

There was silence for a moment. Before I was about to look up to see if he had disappeared, I heard an angry murmur. Then noises coming from the water. I raised my head again and actually saw Yeonjun across from me climbing into the large whirlpool.

"Fuck! What are you doing?!" I threw it at his head and Yeonjun looked up. His look more than disgusted as he lowered himself.

"Maybe I can get you out of here when I'm in." Yeonjun's arm swirled through the water in front of him as his gaze followed his movement. I saw him grin evilly, "Cool, through the whirlpool bubbles, you can't even tell that I've just made bubbles."

As his gaze climbed up to me, I understood what he meant and jumped up immediately. I had 100% confidence that he had just farted in here. So I rushed out of the water, exclaiming in disgust: "You really are the stupidest creep I've ever met!"

Yeonjun laughed as I tied my towel around myself, crawled into my flip flops and rushed away.

Stupid asshole! Why did I have to bother with something like that? Life could be so beautiful.

Even at school he was the biggest idiot I knew, who made every day there a living hell until he finally graduated and I could enjoy four years without him.

Stupid private comprehensive school from the first to the eighth grade we were in one school. Luckily he was always four steps above me, but I was always afraid the stupid idiot would repeat a year and we will sit together in a class at some point. Surprisingly this never happened.

He ruined everything. My school days, my school dance club - which he also signed up for after I signed up - the success of my family and so much more.

I really hated Yeonjun.

He was a brat, idiot, know-it-all and disgusting. I had asked my fate several times 'Why him? Why do I have to know someone like that?' ~ I would never have received an answer.

I really hoped he wouldn't come to the little party in the mountain hut by the ski slopes this evening. Hopefully he wasn't in the hut today where there were a thousand posters saying that today was a Party. Because as far as I knew Yeonjun, he took every party with him and always a slut from there who fell for his tricks and then was dropped by him afterwards.

Asshole!

I didn't want to spend any longer in the hotel's swimming area so I went to my room.

The smarter one always gives in, right?

Hope dies last, but eventually it dies too.

For me the time had come when the door of the cozy mountain hut opened and Yeonjun entered.

From my seat at the bar I could see the door perfectly and everyone who entered could also see me. Unfortunately, our eyes met immediately. I exhaled in frustration and rolled my eyes. The nice young man named Danwoo, who I had already met on the ski slopes yesterday, looked at me in surprise.

"What's up?" He asked over the loud music in the bar as I looked deep into my cocktail glass, hoping Yeonjun would just ignore me.

"Nothing…I"

"Heyjo Sumi!" A loud voice shouted at us.

Oh, please don't! Why me?!

While Danwoo turned in the direction the voice had come from, I drank my cocktail, which was actually quite strong, in one go.

When I put my glass back down, I was immediately greeted by Yeonjun's sharp eyes. He had stopped close to Danwoo and leaned on the counter so he could look at me.

"I thought you didn't like parties, sweetie." He greeted me.

I gave him a dark look.

"First of all, don't call me sweetie, second of all, I don't like parties when you're around and third, fuck off!" I replied.

Unfortunately, I knew that Yeonjun wouldn't be shaken off so easily.

Yeonjun gave a half-hearted laugh and raised his eyebrows: “That’s bad, I wasn’t planning on going.”

"Excuse me...may I ask who you are?" Danwoo interrupted our conversation and I clenched my teeth so hard that my jaw hurt as Yeonjun looked disparagingly at my acquaintance.

"The question would be mine first." He replied to Danwoo, who seemed a little taken aback.

"Yeonjun! Just shut up and leave!" I protested, causing his gaze to turn back to me. His bored look turned into a wickedly amused grin.

He rested his head on his hand: "Why so pissed off, little one? Your problem if you're always looking for someone who can't satisfy you."

A fire burned inside me. I immediately jumped up from my chair, wanting to choke Yeonjun with the small silver chain that hung around his neck.

I walked up to him and held my finger close to his nose: "I'd like you to-"

Before I could even continue speaking, I felt a hand on my shoulder pulling me back and away from Yeonjun faster than I expected.

It turned out to be Danwoo who pulled me through the dancing crowd, out of Yeonjun's sight. When we finally got to the corner where sofas were, he looked at me a little surprised: "Who was that?"

I looked at Danwoo for a few seconds before I glanced over my shoulder and was relieved to see that Yeonjun didn't seem to have followed us.

"Oh, that was nobody. I've called him my problem my whole life...please don't worry about him, he's just an asshole." I said and Danwoo's facial expressions relaxed a bit.

"Why is he here?"

"I would like to know that too, believe me, fate is just not kind to me."

"Then let's get out of his way."

"Deal!"

Surprisingly, I didn't even see a trace of Yeonjun in the hut for the next 2 hours. He had probably already grabbed the next poor girl and was fucking her somewhere.

I didn't care. Danwoo was so generous in ordering me a ton of alcohol that I didn't even think about Yeonjun. Until Danwoo went to the toilet around 2am, I took a short break from dancing and sank onto the couch in the back compartment of the mountain hut.

The party was surprisingly well attended, the songs were first class and the atmosphere was electric. I was happy to have met Danwoo because I would never go to a party like this alone.

My vision was still clear, but I noticed that my mood was getting significantly better with every second. I also started some conversations with complete strangers on the dance floor. Well, my inhibitions were long overcome.

"Where did you leave your boyfriend?" Someone asked me. I looked to my right where a bad awakening awaited me.

Yeonjun.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" I asked, horrified. My good mood immediately disappeared.

"I was sitting here the whole time." He grumbled, taking a sip from his beer bottle that had been resting between his legs.

I stood up immediately.

I thought Yeonjun had already left the party, what was he doing here all of a sudden?!

I stood up immediately.

"Hey, wait! I asked you something!" He protested as I tried walking away. I ignored him and tried to escape through the dancing crowd. Unfortunately, this turned out to be difficult, thanks to the somewhat chubby man in front of me.

"Hey!" I heard Yeonjun say, shortly afterwards a surprisingly warm hand on my forearm. I was spun around and to make matters worse, lost my balance due to my drunkenness.

The next moment I found myself on the floor, between Yeonjun's legs. When I glanced up at him he seemed confused, but this was quickly replaced by a broad smile.

"Oh what did I do to deserve this honor?" He asked and I furrowed my eyebrows.

But before I could get up, Yeonjun leaned forward, his face now close to mine.

"Will you answer my question now?" He asked. The smell of beer could be clearly smelled from his breath. But my breathing probably wasn't any better.

"Why? Jealous?"

"Pfft!" with that amused sound, Yeonjun leaned back and I took the chance to get up.

"Why should I be jealous? You should be." He said and I looked down at him confused.

"What does that mean again?!" I wanted to know and Yeonjun shrugged indifferently.

"I thought I saw your guy disappearing into a cubicle in the toilet with someone earlier." He explained himself and I raised an eyebrow.

"God! How much have you drunk?"

"3 beers and a soju shot. I know what I saw.", He murmured before taking another sip from his bottle, "Think about it, how long has he been gone now?"

Oh my god...he wasn't entirely wrong. Danwoo had probably been gone for a little longer than 15 minutes. I bit my bottom lip, rather unconsciously, as I looked over my shoulder at the toilet entrance.

Well maybe the queue was long…

"Come!" Yeonjun said in a firm voice and walked past me. More successful than me, he made his way through the dancing crowd. I was left a little surprised. It was Yeonjun we were talking about here...he probably just wanted to convince me of something again. Lies were his specialty.

"What's wrong now, potato?" Yeonjun shouted, just loud enough for me to hear him over the music. I bit my lip again before hesitantly moving forward. I trotted after Yeonjun through the crowd. We got to the toilets pretty quickly.

From what I got to know - Danwoo was the complete opposite of Yeonjun. Funny, understanding, decent and attentive...I wouldn't trust him to ever cheat on anyone-

I froze when I saw Danwoo in the doorframe of the men's toilet. A short woman with long black hair stood in front of him, giggling wildly.

"Danwoo?" I immediately forgot it when I saw him and the unknown girl together.

Danwoo turned his head to the side and immediately stood upright. His features looked shocked. Like a little kid who just got caught stealing candy.

"Hey Sumi... uhm it's not what it looks like."

"Oh no! It is exactly what it looks like! What was he like, doll?" Yeonjun joined the conversation, the question obviously directed at the black-haired girl.

So he was right...Yeonjun hadn't lied to me. Then why did I want him to do it?

Contrary to my expectations, my eyes began to burn. A sign of impending tears.

Oh no!

The girl standing in front of Danwoo looked back and forth between me and him, more than surprised, as if she wanted to make sure we both were real.

"What do you want again? I don't even know you." Danwoo said to Yeonjun and I just turned around and ran. I didn't know where my legs would take me, but I just wanted to be somewhere else right now. Somewhere far away.

Why were all boys so shitty? My first boyfriend had already cheated on me...why does it have to happen again?! Why does fate always have to put obstacles in my way?! Why can't I be lucky too?!

Before I knew it, I was standing in front of the mountain hut in the freezing cold winter when the first tear finally ran down my cheek.

The cold wind that blew over my arms, which were only covered with a thin sweater, gave me goosebumps. But I was less interested in that right now. I folded my arms and pulled my shoulders up to my ears, as I ran from A to B and cursed things that even I couldn't understand.

Only the light from the window of the hut and the light from the drag lifts twenty meters away brought light to the pitch-dark ski slope that stretched below me.

It's not what it looks like! It's always what it looks like! - "Asshole, idiot, wanker!" I called out into the clear evening air.

"I hope you don't mean me again?" A voice suddenly came from behind me.

I turned around and recognized Yeonjun in the dim light of the surroundings. I quickly turned away again.

Never let your enemies see your tears!- my father always says.

"Are you crying?" He asked further and I heard the snow crunching under his feet.

I frantically wiped my cold teary cheeks.

"Pff, not because of him! How long have you known him - a day?" Yeonjun said. His voice now close behind me.

"What do you want here, Yeonjun? Leave me alone, I have enough to worry about right now!" I replied sharply. For a moment there was silence. I kept my gaze fixed on the snow beneath me. I started to shiver, unintentionally but no wonder given the cold.

"I'll make sure you don't freeze to death out here." I heard him say. His answer was a little softer than usual.

"Ha! That would be fine with you." I hissed back.

"That's nonsense!" Yeonjun exclaimed, the next moment I felt his hands on my shoulders and I promptly were turned around.

"Why are you crying and trying to get yourself killed out here? Boys suck, you should know that."

"Cheating is not only shit, it's anti-social, unrespectful and a crime!", I pulled myself out of his grasp, "I just want to be alone right now, so get lost!"

"You're such a stubborn person sometimes that I just-"

"That you want to - what? - You want to kill me? Then make it easy and get inside! The cold will do the jo-"

Before I could finish, Yeonjun grabbed my forearm and pulled me with him surprisingly easily.

"Let go of me, asshole!" I protested as he opened the door to the mountain hut again.

He showed the tall, broadly built security man his party entry bracelet and also mine, since I was wearing it on my wrist, which he was holding tightly. The man nodded and looked at me a little confused as Yeonjun dragged me further.

"What's your jacket?!" He wanted to know when he got to the cloakroom and finally let me go. His grip would definitely leave bruises. "Mind your own business?" I asked and Yeonjun gave me a dangerous look.

"If you have your jacket, you're welcome to stand outside all night long, but you won't die." He growled.

"Since when have you been interested in my health?" I didn't give in.

"SUMI!!!" Yeonjun shouted clearly for everyone in the hut to hear, even over the loud music. I winced.

"Can't you forget your fucking pride for once and tell me what your fucking jacket looks like?!" He cursed at me. I looked at him for a few moments and then at the woman in the dressing room who had been watching us in shock. Finally, I rummaged through my back pocket of my jeans for the little chip that told the woman where my jacket had been hung.

The woman accepted the chip and disappeared into the cloakroom without saying a word.

"Finally!" Yeonjun turned his back to the coat rack and slumped against it. He looked at me and I suddenly felt very small. My gaze went down.

"You can be quite annoying, you know that?" He said and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. But I didn't say anything, even though there was something on the tip of my tongue that I had been able to respond.

A moment later the woman came back and put my jacket over the counter.

"Here you go, I wish you a pleasant evening." She murmured casually as she eyed Yeonjun skeptically, who still had his back to the woman.

I grabbed my jacket and decided at that moment that there was no point in staying here. So why not leaving?

Without saying another word to the woman or Yeonjun, I turned around and left.

"Put it on in front of me, otherwise I'll have to go out again!" Yeonjun asked me, but I kept going. When I finally got back outside, I put on my warm ski jacket and adjusted my scarf that was stuck in the sleeve of the jacket. Then I stalked off. The snow crunches beneath my feet.

I loved that sound and it always brought me a childlike joy, but right now it didn't spark anything in me.

I was drunk, sad and pissed off...sleep would help...maybe.

"Potato!" I heard Yeonjun calling, who seemed to have followed me outside again. I didn't stop, just looked over my shoulder in the direction of the mountain hut. Yeonjun ran after me, also frantically pulling his jacket over his shoulders.

"Hey, where are you going?" He asked when he was no longer two meters away from me.

"To the hotel, I don't want to stay anymore." I explained myself and trudged up the stairs to the drag lift.

"Oh, fuck Danwoo! He wouldn't have made it anyway!" Yeonjun said. The sound of a zipper followed his statement.

"Is it always just about the one thing for you?” I asked as we arrived at the drag lift platform, that was supposed to bring us down. It was empty except for the two of us. The lift attendant had probably gone home hours ago and had just left the lift running.

"Well, I'm just saying, you always pick the losers." Yeonjun said as we stood so that a lift could swing directly into our legs. What happened immediately afterwards. We dropped into the cold seat of the seat lift and began our way down.

"How do you know? Danwoo wouldn’t have-"

"Oh no, don't tell me that. Danwoo wouldn't have gotten anything done. And that's exactly your problem!" He interrupted and I looked at him questioningly after I pulled down the bar that now served us as a belt.

"What's my problem?"

"You're totally unsatisfied! That's why it's so annoying with you."

I tried my best not to give the most sarcastic laugh the world had ever heard.

"You're such an idiot! That's not my problem, it's you! I'm a gentle little flower to others, you know...but as you are to me, I'm to you!"

Yeonjun raised an eyebrow, "A gentle flower? How much did you drink?"

"To be honest, a lot, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm telling the truth." I said and crossed my arms.

"Hm...I'd rather stick to my opinion - sounds more logical." Yeonjun grumbled.The rest of the ride was silent. After we got out, we had to walk about 10 minutes to the hotel.

It was strange. I almost didn't feel the need to avoid Yeonjun. Of course he was annoying me - to hell - but I was almost happy not to be alone, even if it was Yeonjun...with whom I shared the silence of the night.

In the second minute of the walk, Yeonjun found his voice again: "Honestly, when was the last time you had really good sex?"

I looked at Yeonjun in horror. He looked at me almost innocently. A stark contrast to his question.

"As if I'm telling you this..." to be honest I've never had sex...but he didn't need to know that. With my first boyfriend it never got further than foreplay. Well, I was 20 now, but I never put any pressure on myself to have sex.

You don't miss what you don't know, so why the rush. The right one will come at some point.

"So it's been ages?" Yeonjun asked and I rolled my eyes. "Why am I even talking to you?!" I grumbled and Yeonjun gave a small laugh. "Because you know deep down that I'll bring it." This statement makes me stand still. I never expected such a statement even from Yeonjun. "Please what?" It slipped my mind and Yeonjun also stopped two steps in front of me. He smiled broadly at me and wiggled his eyebrows.

"I don't want to praise myself, but I've only ever received good feedback. I could get you to your high." He said and you could practically see him mentally patting himself on the shoulder.

"You're disgusting! I thought I am too annoying to put up with for even two minutes." I pointed out and Yeonjun shrugged.

"Drunk you're ok." He said and continued walking. After a few seconds I started moving again.

"Still this won't happen in a thousand years!" I said, earning a laugh from Yeonjun.

"Not even if you were the last one in the world." I continued my thought. Now nothing came from Yeonjun. The thought shook my body.

No, no, I would never go into bed with him. Disgusting!

"I..would." I then heard and looked up. Yeonjun looked over his shoulders at me.

"I do not think so."

"I guess so!"

"Oh man Yeonjun, are you really just thinking with your cock?"

"Would be a huge space for thinking." It took me two seconds to understand what he meant. When it clicked, I pushed him aside: "You're really gross!"

The hotel was already in sight. I almost thought we had a good moment, a minute ago, but now I just wanted to get away from this conversation quickly. Luckily, Yeonjun stayed behind me and kept his mouth shut. But I felt his gaze very present on me.

"Apart from your stubbornness, which really annoys me, you have a really nice body." Yeonjun finally said as we turned into the hotel parking area.

"Yeonjun stop, this is really strange!" I protested, only hearing a deep breath behind me.

"Are you really drunk?" He asked further and I looked over my shoulder. His warm breath puffed into the cold air, clearer than my own.

"I don't think DRUNK but ON DRUNK." I said as I pushed open the front door of the hotel. The lobby was only dimly lit, but cozy and warm. Nobody was here anymore - sure it was about 3am. I stopped briefly in front of the fireplace and stretched out my cold fingers. The ember still released heat.

Mmm, that was nice.

Suddenly someone grabbed me by the waist and pulled me back violently. Immediately afterwards I noticed the corner of the old wooden reception desk on my lower back. Startled, I looked up and was greeted by Yeonjun's sharp eyes. I knew that Yeonjun was significantly taller than me, but he was just so close to me that I had to look up high. His hands firmly on my hips, holding me close to the reception.

"What the hell-"

"Funny...I'm pretty horny right now." He murmured and I saw his eyes suddenly darken. That sent a shiver down my spine.

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ravenbloodshot · 1 year ago

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Juyeon- The Boyz....Insecurities vs Confidences

Insecurities

He's insecure about having romantic interest in a person and the love never being reciprocated (he may fear a lover falling out of love with him). I don't think he's the type of guy to do well in sex only relationships or even during those moments in relationships when the couple fights and may give each other silent treatment , he could really break down and feel really hurt by silent treatment (not giving him love/attention). I don't know if you guys have ever seen the video of an experiment done on a baby where the mom at first plays with the baby and gives it attention then suddenly acts cold/unresponsive (its like a test to see how parental neglect effects kids). My point is the babies reaction when the mom starts to 'neglect' the baby is quite a similar reaction Juyeon would have when feeling 'neglected' by a lover or friend. (The link please watch to get my point 👉

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He can feel like he's not doing enough or bringing enough value to his group. I wonder if he wishes to be the shield or sacrificial lamb to protect the ones he love (he hates to sit by and watch others suffer which could lead him to do dumb things in the name of protecting others, martyr vibes).

He has very depressive and self depreciating thoughts about himself at times. He really could have a hard time seeing what others see in him (like fans), not knowing why they like him and if he ever made a mistake, he wonders if they all would still love him or discard him. (Juyeon is the type of person that when he's feeling good about himself, he feels like a KING. But when he's feeling bad, he's the 'scum' of the earth, in his eyes).

He's insecure about his lack of power sometimes. Especially when it comes to being an idol, some actions are out of his control a lot and could make him feel very small when he doesn't have a say/voice.

I don't think Juyeon should be alone when he has his depressive episodes. For some people, being alone is what they need to feel better. But for him, being alone will just validate his warped opinions of "he can only rely on himself, and himself isn't good enough either", he really needs the care and company of loved ones during these times.

He's insecure about how sensitive and emotional he can be

Confidences

He's confident when he's using his power (whether physical, financial, mental etc..) to protect others and fight for what he believes in. Juyeon definitely is a sort of freedom fighter in a sense, and he isn't afraid to become violent if he has to. He can tap into his masculinity and is comfortable in that energy

Juyeon is confident when he's behaving fatherly (may like kids or just taking care of others). He may like to be the one that gathers people up to have a big dinner and spend quality time together. Awww the vibes I'm getting is so sweet, like when Eric said Juyeon cuddled up with him and spent time with him since he knew Eric had no family in korea to visit during the holidays. Juyeon is definitely a pleaser and caretaker, very comfortable in that role.

Juyeon may be confident in doing his job. Like he knows about the in and outs of the idol industry and what it takes to look good, attract fangirls. He knows how to pose his body the right way at a photoshoot, he knows when to throw finger hearts at the fans and when to act coy, he knows how to make the girls wish they could be with him and the guys wish they could be him .......he just knows what it takes to be the hot celebrity type (if you were an idol that wanted to know the fine details of what it takes to make it in the industry, go to Juyeon, this boy knows every trick in the book).

Juyeon may be confident in his ability to argue/debate. May like doing it too.

He trusts his judgement, like he doesn't second guess his decisions and is quite adventurous/spontaneous. Even when he has no idea what a venture might take him, he still is confident and excited about doing something new and unknown

The Joke Is on You is a song that fits this readings energy

#kpop readings #kpop #kpop tarot #juyeon the boyz #tbz juyeon #juyeon #capricorn sun #the boyz tarot #spotify #Youtube

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wellntruly · 1 year ago

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M*A*S*H (not that one)

I went to Manderley again--rewatched the Altman M*A*S*H. Completely worrying pattern, being nearly exactly one year after the first time I saw it. If I end up watching M*A*S*H (1970) in the last weeks of August every year that’s going to wind me up on some sort of list. By women. And they’ll be right.

I hadn’t known at first, but the eventual realization was as inevitable as anything in the movie, a sort of regrettable slide of “no, I’m gonna.” Why does anyone do the things they do in M*A*S*H. Why does anyone do M*A*S*H. Both of these questions don’t have question marks because it’s just already happening.

There are some attenuating circumstances, sure. War, weather, Robert Altman, a friend, a kind of numb seeking for the sword of time that will pierce your skin. Elliott Gould, probably, also.

If you embark on a Hot ‘70s Summer, you don’t actually leave it. Winter just falls, and you go into that mode of the ‘70s, bundling up in inadequate materials against the cold, and still somehow, feel cozy. But before that turn, those still, hot weeks hanging hazy at the top of the year, the most Hot ‘70s Summer, 1970, the most ‘70 movie to ever exist: Robert Altman’s M*A*S*H.

I was an hour and thirty minutes into it before I remembered with a little twitch that at some point, in the beginning, this was set in the 1950s. Hilarious to recall. Maybe it’s the 1950s in Richard Hooker’s book about his time in a Korean War field hospital, also titled M*A*S*H; I do not know. I simply know it is not the 1950s here, it is well 1969 precisely, at filming, and America has just achieved its dismal high water mark for the number of troops currently deployed in Vietnam. This is Vietnam. It’s not Korea, it’s not Japan, it’s the crest of the Vietnam War in a mountain park in California, and a nation knew that immediately, knew that with everything they had, which was mostly nihilism.

M*A*S*H (1970) dir. Robert Altman is probably the most historically specific film object I have ever seen. You cannot navigate, valuably, anything this movie is doing outwith its historical and cultural context. Some works of art are timeless, and on the other end there is M*A*S*H, made OF time, yanked out of the fabric of it with film cameras rolling and a sound mix that says: all of it, and that act winds up changing what will happen--historically, culturally--as time continues on.

M*A*S*H is its time. It meets America head-on, and leers. It’s not that it breaks something in the culture, it just reflects back something that was already broken, the people already scarring over. M*A*S*H only works if you’re watching it knowing that. Not to be didactic. Something the movie resolutely refuses to be, at any moment, which causes audiences today, removed from the milieu, to question, alarmed, do they know? Do they know that they're awful? Oh yes. Do they also take delight in their being awful? Oho yes. We are all broken. :).

The tagline of this movie, still on a lot of the posters you’ll see, was “M*A*S*H gives a D*A*M*N.” This is so curious to me. It is either a straight up lie, or a key. This would appear a movie predominately peopled with characters who seem, in kind of post-modern incongruity with their surroundings, almost implacably non-committal. Removed, irreverent, careless. Sure it turns callous, sure in trying to deflect the stupid brutality of war they often just end up turning brutal stupidity onto others. A catalog of non-definite acts, something to mask the desperation.

I think a lot about this one Chris Fleming video where he said something like, “ever since my parents grasped that a movie can still be good even if it doesn’t make you feel good, they’ve been going absolutely ham at the independent theater.” Realizing this really does open up your world, and also gets you on lists (I deserve to be there!!). This is how lightly sweating in a slowly turning fan at the end of summer you think, mm, gonna watch M*A*S*H…

Why? Vibes. But the vibes are bad. Yeah I know. But they’re also….I think the phrase I used in a message to the friend I first watched this movie with, as soon as those opening credits started playing over me again, was “badly enchanting.” There’s something about the way it looks, the way it sounds. Khaki-colored sunlight and dirt and those Japanese covers of old standards playing through a PA system. That Altman calling card layered up dialogue where they somehow arrange it just-so so that you still hear the parts you’re supposed to, god.

This is how you end up saying, oh this movie is not like, a nice time, I occasionally quite dislike the sensation of watching it, and yet also, sometimes it's just what I want to watch. I don’t know, it’s AltM*A*S*H. One minute I’m thinking, incredible that you thought this was funny, and then the next I’m like, you are the only people who understand this particular thing I think is funny. Primarily in that though it’s three things: 1. unhinged heavily metatextual opening and closing pacing & especially this narrating voice at the end just being like “welp, that was that” and rapidly rehashing clips of the cast at ever increasing speed, 2. two Bud Cort moments, 3. GaryBurghoffRadarO’Reilly.

This is the juncture where I get off actually, because if I keep going in this mode about the completely insane thing that somehow happened next, to M*A*S*H and to me, M*A*S*H (1972-1983), we'd be here 10 years and I would die, whichever comes first.

But I will tell you one thing! Just one thing!!! If I’m in what, 1972, much like I was 2022, and they’re like, there’s gonna be a M*A*S*H TV show, and the one person who will be the same is that kid Radar, I’m like oh, of course, the most character who can travel between worlds performance of all time.

#here is a thousand words on the film “M*A*S*H”#M*A*S*H (1970)#Robert Altman #M*A*S*H hours #Wellntruly's Watch Log

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eviltiddyproductions · 1 year ago

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Vincenzo : Episode 1

Oh my god STOP this title card is saurrrrr good

It is giving me the nostalgia of old crime thrillers which used to have these quiet , animated and wonderful title cards.

his hair are styled to the T my god, not a strand displaced. my dumbass wants to ruffle it a little.

and just like that an entire building is down 🫨

all of the shots up until now have been so pleasing to me. the cinematography is so unserious hot!? mind you, I'm four minutes in. 💀

the random ass vertical shot just as i said this

i thought he was the mafia boss? he's a lawyer

the shots are so beautiful HELP

Ohhhh, his boss is dead.

lmao the man just casually eating pasta. that's an Italian baby 🇮🇹

this man is so busy chowing down on that pasta that he cannot see the threat sitting in front of his table

did Netflix change its subtitles again (since i saw this happen with alchemy of souls i have never recovered my trust in them) like i can read! let them be

throw the pasta in this racist's face vince!!!

[foreboding music]

'regret is the most painful thing one can experience in life' bars! saying this before you kill someone and you're giving them a chance is funny but still bars

all of that blatant racism and heat for Vincenzo but can't handle 3 sentences said in Korean

i knew they were going to burn everything as soon as I saw the damn plane 😭

the driver liked that 😂

the score mixed with the silence is actually so good

not a second has been wasted as of it. it's been so pleasing on the eyes

yes!!! snap and kill that cigarette #real #lungsareourfriends

got out of that bathroom so elegantly to kill everybody 😭😭😭

Adrenaline playing let me just

no way they cut to a scene this cute WHO IS SHE I LOVE HER

lmaooo where is this discussion going, is she trying to strongarm him? gotta be the most adorable way I've ever seen

LMFAOOOO she is deadass singing Für Elise while making him take out the cake topper 😂

a string of money coming out she is so unserious 💀✋

wait I know this man

it's candy in my ear !!! cutie !!!

I LOVE HER

Do Bong Soon's dad and Itaewon class villain! Him being here... will this be a hit or a miss 😟

he's mad because she's working for the enemy, it's giving Itaewon Class

I still find it fun as of yet though

lmao is this emotional blackmail. ah we both clocked it 😂

cutieeee

i just watched xo kitty before this so this man getting a free taxi is so funny when my girl was running for her life in Korea when she got out of the airport

lmaooo not this limo man being a kidnapper

he's got really pretty eyelashes

[sinister laugh continues] 💀

honestly kidnappers accidentally kidnapping someone from the mafia is a storyline i can always get behind. you deserve each other!

the old man from alchemy of souls!

[ominous music playing]

superiors being lax after getting an important tip from a junior once again before impending doom

the way i already know what's going to happen to taecyeon like let me not get attached

His hair are so poofy and cute let me run a hand through them 😭

my man who burned like 7000 acres and contributed to 100% of climate change just got kicked in the face and knocked out cold by two casual robbers 😭

a true homecoming

i did not expect this show to be funny

speaking in lower tones with pauses so we know for sure that they're the bad guys doing a business deal

flower of evil detective?!! they really picked one person from each of the 5 kdramas I've watched 💀

he's having the worst day one can have in a new country 😂

the dramatic ass Italian music playing

the piano player 😂 oh wow the tenants of this building are something

lmaooo Vince having the weirdest day in Korea after having an intense I’m the shit, fear me moment in Italy is sending meeee

what is going on in this building

awoop monk jump scare

how does he look THAT good in a blue shirt

lmaooo the chef

everytime water goes out in foreign serials the south asian in me wants to beg people to just keep one bucket in their bathrooms just in case!

do not burn yourself king

the shower doing its own concert with breakdance slay

freezing water is always better than getting burnt by hot water 😭

he gets my pigeon hate omg they’re always outside your window !!!! doing the most 😡

leave sir 🐦 omg don’t use your phone !!

is that his mom? free us from the dumbass narrative of mom leaving child for adoption as heartless. y’all hate women and don’t get it at all

she is correct! this is literally not relevant and y’all are just trying to rile hate for her here. he’s teary eyed. oh no she worked for an abuser ?!!! let her TALK

MOTHER I WILL AVENGE YOU

wait isn’t that lawyer our girl?

eugh annoying perverts. stop taking pictures of strangers challenge failed

get them aunty!

okay opera chef !!! lmaooo the dramatic music playing in this show gets me 💀

nawww he made the chef cry 😭

I'm bonding hard to every 3rd character on the screen like why is the conversation between lawyer dad and mom wrongly in jail making me soft

I know it's actors being actors but I'm so happy to see laywer dad ( Yoo Jae Myung) be soft again. I was ready to fight through the screen with him in Itaewon class.

I love the Mr. Cho actor so much. He truly has the funniest expressions. 😂

NOOOO Mr. Cho. Oh this is nasty

lmao is her dad emancipating from her

#saveMrCho omg

NO NO NO NO NO you cannot do this to me

I am suddenly terrified like I'm already low key devestated

beat his ass sister !!!

lmao the Italian ass entry 😭

help how has he not fallen to his death that's a measuring tape 😭

i need to take a self defense class at some point lol

slayyy

#vincenzo #episode 1 #written update #damn his first day back in Korea is hilarious #that title card is so sexy

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about-me-or-something · 1 year ago

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Hello my name is Jairawitte, but everyone calls me Zazu, because it's easier than remembering my name.

This is supposed to be a blog about me and when I'm asked about me I always ask, who am I?

And today I will try to answer that nice question, but first some basic information.

I'm in my 20's, I like to draw and I also like to write, I have five siblings, my father is a chef and my mother is a teacher.

I live on the highway in San Isidro, in a condo where almost nothing ever happens, it's too calm and quiet.

I know you may wonder where my name comes from and if you think it is the combination of my parents' names, the answer is no, it is not. But I can't answer where the name comes from either as it is a question my father always evades and his answers are always vague. What I can answer is where my nickname comes from, according to my father, it comes from the first word I learned to say so he left it as a nickname.

I said before that I like to write, whatever comes to my mind, but especially, I write my nightmares, since I can remember I have many nightmares and I can also remember in detail every thing that happens in my nightmares. Even if they are terrifying, I like to write them down and try to deduce what they mean, although most probably they don't mean anything, but it makes me excited.

Someday I might tell you about those nightmares, but I'm not responsible if they scare you, I already said they are terrifying.

I like spicy food, very spicy, I also like nice things.

And I also have sickle cell anemia, my doctor says I shouldn't stress or get hot or cold, I should just relax or I might get sick, well actually I'm sick most of the time.

I have always wanted to travel to London and Japan, maybe visit South Korea and try their food.

I am a chocolate fanatic and the only way to contact me is to go to my house, because I never pick up the phone, it's not that I don't want to, it's just that it's broken, so if you want to tell me something or invite me to something you have to do it a long time in advance because it bothers me a lot to be told things at the last minute.

That's all, thanks for reading.

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bbiya131 · 1 year ago

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i met alpaca.

the one who said we need vacations to reset our work spirit girl must be lying. explain why i felt bluer than monday blues everytime i have to go back to work after a good vacation. my mind is still on the same spot i sat yesterday…..ah anyway.

i went glamping!

i went glamping with my friends last weekend and it was great, fun and quite hectic……..enough to make me forget i have exam coming soon. (dont ask me what exam), back home i was like, right, i have to start study again. #ididnt #yet it was hectic because we didnt prepare enough cause these girls were so ffffreaking busy we only discussed the night before. it was fun cause its beautifull, cold and Alhamdulillah, we were not stuck in jamsss at all! really? in a place where its known for its jam? yea,…..Alhamdulillah again.

although we didnt plan anything, Allah have planned everything so beautifully for us. couldn’t be more grateful.

and…we underestimated the coldness so much the weather literally biting us away. omg we cant even stand 5 minutes outside. braved ourselves to cook and eat out but gave in to just sitting on the bed with hot chocos and monopoly instead. it was SO cold. like, how is it colder than korea winter?

the weather is never at fault, its your outfit. yea yea right.

the place was nice, clean, safe, friendly, like okay i dont have enough vocabs pls dont make me describe, anyway its good. the view was sooo beautiful. the pictures speaks for themselves. people actually thought i went overseas. lol. im gatekeeping this guys. sorry not sorry.

it was quiet, only with the chirping sounds of the birds until these 2 girls (i cant say name, cause #friendprotection), was it 3? they were Allahu, the loudest ever i cant. how can a person talk that much? i do need to heal from these supposed to be healing trip ngl. i think i need months.

first time meeting alpaca, knowing the difference between them and llamas (i swear ive been calling them llamas the whole time i hope theyre not offended),,,twas cool. they were so cute.

this was one of the reasons i want to go to cameron!! i knowww KL have scones too but eating it in cold weather somehow makes it 2 times better. i was waiting in line, anxious bcs i was scared the scones got sold out bcs i saw no one’s ordering it (maybe its sold out?, i thought), i kept praying ya Allah pls make it available please and when I ordered it and saw them not flinching at my scones order and bring them out to me, i was crying inside. ALHAMDULILLAH.

got some strawberries, and stuff and we went back home.

i rate this healing trip 4/5. -1 for being so cold.

i kinda missed it already. the weather.

no actually i’ll take it back. i love KL rainy weather more.

btw, ive been thinking hard on what to write more but i really cant. i really dont know what happened to my brain. i cant express things it’s frustrating. its okay. everything will remain as memories in my head instead.

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noelxbe · 1 year ago

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bexjae

if there was a favorite season for jae, it had to be spring or fall. he wasn't one who liked being too hot or too cold if he could help it. there were times he wished the weather would just say being comfortable but he knew that couldn't happen. at least there were fun activities to do during the colder and hotter months that made it all worth it in the end. besides, he loved the beach so taking the chance to go to one now was definitely something he was going to take advantage of especially when it was with a friend he hadn't seen in a bit. jae couldn't stop a smile spreading across his face while his cheeks tint a reddish color. "yeah? i'm glad you think my face is pretty." he beams, feeling a bit giddy. getting compliments were something he was used to at times but he did like it when noel chose to do so. instantly, he nods his head, his eyes bright. "of course! i made sure to and i loved every minute of it. had to keep an eye on your handsome face." he lets the flirty tone hit his voice, not able to stop himself. "i do. i usually go when i go back home to busan when i visit my family." he's taken a back a bit at noel taking his shirt off, shaking his head as he tried to ignore the burn hitting his cheeks more. he'd be fine. he doesn't even understand why he's feeling shy and wishes it would stop honestly.

noel was on the swimming team back in his ‘younger’ days, after high school ended though, he hadn’t done much competitive swimming, if any actually. he didn’t mind it though, as much as he loved racing through the water and trying his best on getting some medal, it was nice joining the water with no other purpose than to just enjoy it. it was mostly summer he got to enjoy the water though, his sister had once gotten him convinced to try winter bathing, but it was a total disaster, clothes falling into the water, her yelling, and it ended up with noel having to buy hot chocolate for her.

he’s pretty sure this won’t be the disaster that the winter swimming was though, he hopes their clothes will stay dry, and with this heath, noel would be surprised if jae wished for noel to buy him a hot chocolate, not that he would say no if the other was craving hot chocolate.

as much as noel was used to compliments, he still didn’t fully know to react when jaesung was the one giving them. “if you ever join a show like that, let me know, then i can have the gift of being able to stare at your face, not that i’ll stare any less now” he sends the other a smile. “how often do you go to busan?” noel couldn’t imagine living that far away from his family, he’s happy they all moved to korea together, “wanna hit the water?”.

#it's been put in...→ queue #less ! jaesung #bexjae #noelxbe #less lost ... thread !#lost ! happy fools

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tonicandjins · 2 years ago

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owtft: just me, just you

characters: wonwoo/reader

chapter summary: The only people you ever dated was Kim Mingyu from high school (and it was only because he was a rising actor and you thought celebrities were cool. Kim Mingyu was the exact opposite of cool.) and Lee Donghyuck for literally two days because you learned that he lied about being the same age. You never mentioned a Josh. And now that he thinks about it, you never mentioned ever dating in New York for six damn years.

words: 3600+

disclaimer: names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. i do not claim to own or to have invented any copyrighted characters or concepts that i write about.

taglist: @svtreverie @just-here-to-read-01

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There are certain guidelines, rules if Wonwoo could describe it, when it comes to his friendship with you. Stupid made-up rules, Jeonghan would say, but rules nonetheless.

The first rule is to always keep your hands warm, even though Wonwoo, himself, is always quivering as soon as the temperature hits 21 degrees.

You take the hot pack happily from Wonwoo’s hands as soon as he takes them out the pocket of his coat, your hands pressing the pack in between and Wonwoo could only watch in awe at how your nose is now covered with blush. He makes a quick note of making sure to send a quick text to your helper to ensure that the floor from your home is all warmed up. When you’re ready and have hugged Jeonghan long enough, Wonwoo offers to push your luggage cart towards the exit. You happily agree, and Wonwoo is taken aback when you walk with him, your arm finds its way looped into his, pulling him closer and essentially warming up his chest.

“I should be used to this,” you say when the three of you walk, Jeonghan taking the lead. “I mean, New York is stupidly cold, too. But Korea’s is honestly worse. It’s not even officially winter yet.”

“The papers say the first snow is expected to fall in a couple of weeks,” Wonwoo comments randomly, remembering what he read from the newspaper earlier today.

“As expected,” you hum, tone teasing. “Only Jeon Wonwoo reads the paper for news these days.”

Wonwoo smiles. “If you read more, you would have more knowledge in that empty brain of yours. What a waste of skull.”

Laughing, you smack his forearm, to which Wonwoo feigns his pain. “Excuse me, Mr. Jeon Wonwoo, but I just finished my MBA with flying colors.”

“MBA is only supposed to last for two years. You took yours for four,” Wonwoo retorts.

“It’s because I was going back and forth with my art gallery!” you reply, defensive. Jeonghan laughs, and Wonwoo kisses the top of your head, reminding you that he’s only joking.

“Speaking of,” Jeonghan butts in, pausing his tracks so he could walk the same pace as you and Wonwoo. “Do you plan on taking the gallery to Seoul?”

“Hell no,” you reply all too quickly, eyebrows furrowed, as though it’s the most ridiculous idea ever.

“Let me take that,” Jeonghan interjects, taking the cart from Wonwoo’s palms, pushing it. Wonwoo takes the opportunity to hold hands with you, smiling before kissing the back of your hand. The three of your make your way out of the airport, with you and Wonwoo leading the way to his car.

“It’s not the best idea,” you continue, Wonwoo letting go of your hand so he can help Jeonghan put your luggage in the trunk. “In the US, mom and dad sponsored the whole thing. Luckily, everyone in New York City is a junkie for art no matter who the artist is, so it worked and I gained a little profit out of it. Here in Seoul, I’m not so sure.”

“You were in the papers last year,” Wonwoo points out, placing the last bag in the trunk before closing it shut. “You wouldn’t know, because you don’t read.”

“That doesn’t guarantee that enough people would know my name or if anyone would be interested enough to buy tickets,” you mumble.

Jeonghan immediately opens the door to the backseat, knowing full well that the passenger’s seat in Wonwoo’s car (whichever car he decides to use, at least) has always had your name in it. The older one watches as Wonwoo gently places his palm on top of your head when he helps you enter the car and sit on the passenger’s seat. He gives him a funny look from the backseat, and Wonwoo pretends as if he doesn’t see him.

“Besides,” you continue. “I don’t really want mom or dad to spend any more money on me. This is exactly why I’m back home.”

Jeonghan hums in response as Wonwoo closes the door and jogs around to settle himself on the driver’s seat. Wonwoo starts the ignition, and his heart somersaults when you lean over to kiss him on the cheek, mumbling a thank you for keeping you warm. He nervously watches Jeonghan smirking from the rearview mirror.

“So, what are your plans?” Jeonghan asks as Wonwoo starts to drive.

You hum, breathing out. Ah, that sigh, Wonwoo thinks. The infamous sigh of uncertainty.

“Well,” you start, looking over. Wonwoo reminds himself not to look at you and focus on the road. “I plan to work for Jeon Co and Ltd until I save up enough money to build my own gallery.”

“You say it like you cannot afford it,” Jeonghan laughs.

“My parents can,” you correct. “Not me.”

“When are you starting?” Jeonghan asks.

Jeonghan also works for Jeon Co and Ltd. Wonwoo’s and Jeonghan’s parents are cousins, and you could say that all three of you alongside many of Wonwoo’s cousins already grew up together. Jeonghan works as the director of Operations, while Wonwoo works as the Chief Operating Officer, directly working for his father.

Another sigh leaves your lips. Wonwoo recognizes it as the sigh of silliness.

“Oh, I don’t know, Hannie,” you say, pouting, head turned towards Wonwoo. “I’m not sure if the COO would hire me.”

Wonwoo chuckles. “It’s the Human Resources people that you should be worried about.”

“Hey, I have an MBA,” you reply, a proud smile adorning your beautiful face.

“You failed Algebra,” Wonwoo reminds you. “Twice.”

“Wonwoo!” you gasp. “Jeonghan doesn’t know that!”

Jeonghan only laughs from the backseat.

Wonwoo and Jeonghan take you to your parents’ house, the former promising to come sleepover tonight as soon as he’s done with work, and they leave as soon as you’re settled and all warmed up. The two return to work and finishes up the day, but all Wonwoo could really think about it coming home to you after all the meetings he had to postpone so he could come pick you up at the airport.

You send him a text message in the middle of a meeting with a partner company, telling him that he owes you tteokbokki and fishcake for leaving you all alone at home. He reminds you to catch up with your helpers because everyone in Seoul had missed you immensely. His chest warms up when you send him a selfie with your long-time helper, Auntie Junghwa, your cheeks pressed against Auntie Junghwa’s cheek, your eyes squinting, and Wonwoo wonders if your cheeks ever hurt from smiling so beautifully all the damn time. But then again, he thinks, smiling warmly has always been so natural for you, and Wonwoo would spend the rest of his life making sure you’re always smiling happily.

When the meetings are done, Wonwoo’s secretary reminds him that it’s twenty minutes past seven, telling him he hasn’t touched the dinner she had prepared for him an hour ago and it has gone cold. Wonwoo apologizes like the polite man he is, and thanks her, assuring her that he will have dinner as soon as he gets home. The woman looks distressed, probably from all the hours of working today, and Wonwoo makes a mental reminder to buy her flowers the next day and purchase a gift card from Louis Vuitton for her.

His secretary has been working for the company for a long time. Mrs. Lee previously worked as his father’s secretary for over 15 years, hence it’s also safe to say that she watched him grow up. Wonwoo vividly remembers middle-school you and him waiting outside his father’s office while your parents were in a meeting; Mrs. Lee would always make sure that you and him were entertained until your parents were done. When Wonwoo got the position of COO as soon as he finished his MBA, his only request was to have Mrs. Lee as his secretary. His father gladly granted that, knowing full well that anyone would work more effectively with Mrs. Lee on their side.

When all is settled and done, Wonwoo leads the way to the elevator with Mrs. Lee trailing behind her. The two make their way to the parking floor.

“How’s Y/N?” Mrs. Lee asks. “I have not seen that lady in two years. The last time was when she visited you on your first day as COO.”

Wonwoo smiles at the memory.

(Wonwoo remembers that he had been ecstatic, all too delighted to have his own office, after two years of sharing an office with another manager like him.

The day had been so exhausting, knowing how easily Wonwoo’s social battery runs and drains, but he couldn’t be more grateful. There were so many people at Jeon and Co. Ltd’s annual party, which is also the day his father decided to announce Wonwoo’s promotion. The previous COO had retired, and everyone knew there was no better person to replace him than the heir of the company himself. Wonwoo was, of course, well aware of the privilege of being the son of the CEO himself, but that never meant that he did not work hard to earn this opportunity to be appointed as the COO. In most fairytales, positions like this are handed in a silver platter, but Wonwoo’s father, growing up from the slums and making his way through the success that started with a dream, with no inheritance or privilege, had always been so transparent about making Wonwoo earn the position. Hence, Wonwoo, who had always looked up to his father and had always told everyone that his father was his hero, worked hard to earn it. Unlike most heirs, as early as his education in high school, Wonwoo studied hard. His grades were beyond what was expected of him, and he even got included to the list of the famous top 1% in the entirety of South Korea. As soon as he got his degree, he decided he wanted to be involved with the business as early as then, which is why he worked as a manager for a couple of years while taking his MBA.

Wonwoo would say the day could be the happiest day of his life, but you hadn’t been there.

While he sat on his own executive ergonomic office chair that he chose himself, he thought about you on the other side of the world. It was around 8 in the evening, and the noise had died down an hour ago when everyone left as the conclusion of the entire afternoon of celebrating. Wonwoo had known it was maybe 6 in the morning where you are and he had reminded himself to call you as soon as it was safe to say you’ve woken up. But of course, as someone who gives Wonwoo a heart attack anytime he doesn’t expect it, you had entered his nearly empty office. Wonwoo had almost fallen out of his seat.

There you were, just as he was thinking about you, wrapped in a dark coat, hair a little messy, looking like you’re out of breath. Your hands carried a present, a canvas wrapped in black and white paper.

“I’m sorry,” you had said, catching your breath; Wonwoo was already walking towards you, knees shaking. “My flight had been delayed for a few of hours. I swear, I wanted to be here before lunch but—”

But Wonwoo had already taken the gift from your hands, carefully placing it on the coffee table nearby, engulfing your frame in a tight, warm hug, closing his eyes, praying that it wasn’t a dream.

“Congratulations,” you had mumbled against his chest. Wonwoo had to remind himself to keep breathing, because he was losing it at that point. None of his senses were working well. All he knew was that you were there, with him, on the supposed happiest day of his life thus far, making it the happiest day of his life thus far.

“You’re here,” were the only words that Wonwoo could say. On a normal day, he would have been anxious about you possibly hearing how loud his heart beats, thumps, when you’re around, but in that moment—in the middle of his new office, Seoul’s busy streets having no idea that Jeon Wonwoo, the newly appointed COO of Jeon and Co. Ltd is at his happiest state—he couldn’t care less. You were welcome to listen to the beat of his heart, his arms around you, yours around his.

“Of course, you dummy,” you laughed, pulling away a little so you could look up at him, eyes glistening. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world. It's just, the timing of everything was just awful, I’m sorry I was late.”

“No, sweetheart,” Wonwoo had replied, shutting off the thoughts in your head because he knew well how much you hated disappointing anyone. “You’re here. And that’s all that matters.”

You had buried your face back to his chest, Wonwoo kissing the top of your head, and mumbled how much you’re proud of him.

“I love you,” you had mumbled.

Wonwoo didn’t need another second to say it back.

And now that he thinks about it, would it have been a bad idea to have kissed you that night?)

“She’s well, gained a little weight but don’t tell her I told you,” Wonwoo replies, chuckling. Mrs. Lee laughs.

Wonwoo smiles even wider, remembering that you told him earlier that you plan to eat your weight for the next month so you could hibernate the entire winter.

“She’ll visit on Monday,” he confirms. “She’ll find you when she comes.”

“I hope so,” Mrs. says. “How old are the two of you now?”

“Twenty-six,” Wonwoo answers.

“And when do you two plan to get married?” she asks, and Wonwoo’s taken aback. Mrs. Lee finds his reaction funny, his eyes wide, as if a secret has just been unveiled. “Oh, Wonwoo, honey, you cannot hide anything from me.”

“We’re, we’re not together like that,” he defends.

“At least not yet,” she adds. “Wonwoo, honey, you’re both twenty-six. Don’t you think it’s about time you tell our oblivious Y/N what you feel towards her?”

Wonwoo sighs. The elevator dings, telling them they have arrived at the basement, where the parking area is located.

“Mrs. Lee, it’s not that easy,” he answers as they step out. “If it were that easy, I would’ve confessed in second grade.”

The two walk together to find their own car, and of course, Wonwoo waits for Mrs. Lee to say something before they part ways. She always liked saying the last words in a conversation.

“You have shown it for many years now, Wonwoo,” she says. “The only thing you need to do now is to say it.”

“I’m sure she knows, Mrs. Lee,” Wonwoo replies.

“But has she ever heard it come out of your mouth, dear?” she asks. Wonwoo is silent. “Goodnight, dear. Go home safely.”

Then she drives away.

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As promised, Wonwoo returns to your parents’ home with a bag of overnight essentials and tteokbokki and fishcake.

“You didn’t have to go out of your way for tteokbokki,” you pout when you take the plastic bag from his hands and settle them on your kitchen counter. “We could have gone tomorrow. And Jeon Wonwoo, why do you come home only at nine in the evening?”

Wonwoo’s nose scrunches, laughing at your nagging. “Meetings,” he answers and helps you take out the food from the plastic bags, settling himself on the stool from the island counter.

“Things has to change now that I’m home,” you announce, hopping so you could sit beside Wonwoo. “Less meetings. More me time.”

“The untouchable chaebol in you is oozing,” Wonwoo teases, breaking a pair of chopsticks for you. “How’s Seoul so far?”

“Cold.” As expected. “But I missed you.” Wonwoo ruffles your hair. “For a minute, I kind of forgot that you’re big time now, with your COO title and cool ass office and your unavailability because you’re literally the most in-demand person in Jeon and Co. Ltd. these days.”

Wonwoo watches you take the first bite from the famous rose tteokbokki, moaning in delight as soon as its taste hit your tongue. “Gosh, nothing in New York could top the tteokbokki down the street.”

“Right?” Wonwoo asks, smelling the food first before nibbling the simmered soft rice cake. You hum in agreement. “There’s a new restaurant nearby the office. Mrs. Lee bought lunch from that place a week ago and it was scrumptious, like literally no words at all.”

“Does the place look nice? Something I can post on my Instagram?” you ask, mouth full.

“I haven’t been there,” Wonwoo answers. “Let’s go there tomorrow. And all the other places I’ve discovered while you were gone.”

“You act as if I was gone for ten years,” you joke.

“You were gone for a long time,” he rebuts. “Long enough to miss new places to try. Did you know how hard it was to take Jeonghan? He makes me pay for everything. Am I even his dongsaeng?”

You laugh, taking a stick of skewered fish cake from the box.

It’s true, Wonwoo thinks. He loves Jeonghan and would die for him, but all he ever does is make Wonwoo pay, saying that the one who invites should be the one to pay. Wonwoo could say that your love language is most likely food, even though it’s not officially one of the five from the list he found on the internet when he was trying to learn more about love. (Of course, Wonwoo is the only one who would read to learn about love.) Your eyes have always sparkled differently when Wonwoo brings food for you, even when you two were little. You had always liked sharing food, even though Wonwoo is so annoyed by it if it were other people. Anyone could cut themselves in half, begging for him to share his food, and Wonwoo wouldn’t bat an eyelash, but with you, it had always been different. You were the exception to many things in his life.

During your absence, Wonwoo didn’t really have anyone to eat with. Everyone at work knows he likes his food delivered directly to his office, so nobody ever bothers to ask him to join for lunch. And Wonwoo would rather die first than ask anyone but you to eat with him. This, Jeonghan had always known, so the devil himself made sure that he’s available (around, lingering annoyingly and on purpose in Wonwoo’s office) when the clock hits 11:50am. It took weeks for this tactic to work, but eventually, Wonwoo gave in and started inviting Jeonghan out for lunch (dinner, too, sometimes) and the one older always makes him pay. And imagine almost four years of that. Wonwoo reckons he could build a house with the amount of money he has spent on Jeonghan’s food alone.

You were away (away, never gone) for more than six years, having only to visit on some holidays, but not every year, not even on Chuseok, yours and his favorite holiday. When you moved to the States, your parents had also followed after you. It was a great opportunity for the company to expand the business in the mainland, anyway, and nobody wanted to pass up on that. Sometimes, Wonwoo would visit you, but with how hectic his own schedule was, he had only done that twice. (You took him to Central Park, and Wonwoo remembers taking so many pictures of you while thinking about every rom-com film set in New York and hoping you and him could have a cheesy, happy ending in the city, too.)

Absence make the heart grow fond, people would say, but Wonwoo had always known that he didn’t need you to be away to realize his own feelings.

Wonwoo wonders how was it for you, being away from him and all.

“Oh, Jeonghan is so going to like Josh.”

That’s not an answer Wonwoo expected.

“Josh?” he asks.

Have you ever mentioned a Josh?

Wonwoo’s mind traces the conversations you had with him over the phone. He might have missed it; you might haven mentioned it at three in the morning in Seoul, when Wonwoo’s mind is all groggy and cloudy from slumbler. But Wonwoo swears he would have remembered it the next day regardless. Josh? Doesn’t ring a fucking bell. Wonwoo’s going to get a heart attack.

“Yeah, I haven’t told you, have I?” Obviously. And you’re way to chirpy to talk about a Josh that Wonwoo has never heard of. “He was my senior in college. We took our MBA together. Tried to date for like two weeks. Broke it off because I realized—”

“Dated?” Wonwoo’s eyebrows furrows. The only people you ever dated was Kim Mingyu from high school (and it was only because he was a rising actor and you thought celebrities were cool. Kim Mingyu was the exact opposite of cool.) and Lee Donghyuck for literally two days because you learned that he lied about being the same age. You never mentioned a Josh. And now that he thinks about it, you never mentioned ever dating in New York for six damn years. The thought makes the screws in his brain spin faster, overthinking, perhaps you had dated the whole fucking time without telling him. Oh God, Wonwoo’s is going to pass out.

Wonwoo loses his speeding, fucking dashing train of thoughts when you lightly hit his chest.

“Stop overthinking, dummy,” you say before he goes overboard. “I never told you because it was never official and I was never sure if I liked him enough.”

“Why are we talking about a Josh, then?” he asks. “If it was never official.”

“Because he’s moving to Seoul, too!” you exclaim. Excitedly.

You and Wonwoo’s dynamics have always been constant, despite the years, despite the distance. Two peas in a pod. Always on the same page.

Wonwoo has a terrible feeling that things will change soon.

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zukuist · 4 years ago

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞

200 followers special

includes: multiple characters (would add more tags but.. i reached 30 ;;)

your name is shortened to y/n, they/them pronouns

notes: thank you for 200 followers! this isn’t really going to be that long, but im just doing the characters i really like so ;; ALSO I MIGHT’VE GOTTEN KIRI’S ENTRY A LITTLE WRONG so ugh sorry ;;

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shouto todoroki

— THE OBSERVANT SIMP

from the start, he’s quite oblivious to certain things, (social ques, signs of romantic interest, etc.)

but when he’s observant with someone, then that totally means you’re special to him. does he realize how much he pays attention to you? hmm.. maybe?

he’s going to be the first one that notices you’re hungry, even if you don’t realize it yourself. he’s quick to grab a snack and break it open to you

same thing with being thirsty— if he notices that your water bottle is empty, he’ll quickly find the nearest vending machine and buy a bottle.

temperature is also no problem. he can immediately tell whenever someone’s cold; but he usually helps you first

too hot? he’s slowly putting down the room’s temperature

too cold? his left palm starts emitting some sort of heat in your direction, hoping it creates some sort of aid

if your shoelaces are undone, and/or he notices that there’s a button undone on your shirt— he’ll fix it for you

will ask to take your pictures on dates, and he’ll also help you pick out the best photo (not that any photo of you is short of any beauty)

in short— people will notice that he’s actually a big simp for you; because of how observant he is with you specifically.

katsuki bakugou

— THE TSUNDERE SIMP

just because he’s simping for you doesn’t mean he’ll treat you any differently. bakugou will be bakugou, and you eventually learn how to adapt to that.

but even so, his simp habits slip out sometimes.

when he’s cooking, he’ll accidentally make too much to eat, and he’ll coincidentally put the extras in another box and hand it to you

he’s a good student, even with studies. but would he say he’s a good teacher? hm. probably not

but if he notices you need help, he’ll sigh, feining annoyance as he decides to tutor y’all, because those ‘idiots’ are hopeless

rolls his eyes when he sees food on your cheek, but he’ll grab a tissue and wipe it off for you— claiming how you’re so messy.

he’ll act like he hates hearing your ‘annoying ass singing’ but he’ll lean against the doorway and listen to you rock out to whatever song you’re singing to.

denki will call him a simp for looking after you, and bakugou will just yell at him to “SHUT UP” >:T

he secretly likes taking care of you. his words aren’t the softest thing in the world, but his actions make up to it.

izuku midoriya

— THE DETAILED SIMP

as katsuki bakugou would call him; he is a nerd

he definitely meant that as an insult, but his input on detail makes it very useful in things like relationships

he remembers every detail of your quirk, your limits, potential secret moves.

it would’ve been stalker-ish, if it weren’t for the fact that deku does this out of admiration for his s/o

so if you so happen to collapse due to overusing your quirk— deku has a detailed plan on what to do. it’s almost scary.

he puts detail in a lot of things, anniversary gifts, birthday gifts, and so on.

deku’s also the type to plan things weeks before it actually happens. like.. planning out the perfect birthday gift

and with this, his memory is really good. so it’s very unlikely that he’ll just suddenly forget anniversaries and birthdays.

i hc deku as a bad cook, so he eats takeout food more than his homemade food

but he’s takes note of your allergies, your dislikes with food— and he finds himself mumbling small details to recall what you like

when you walk out in pretty/good outfits for dates

his face will break out into shades of red— suddenly rambling all the good details of your outfit, complimenting you while he’s at it

“y/n’s looks fantastic as always. i might die from their beauty”

if anyone calls him a simp, he’ll be really embarrassed about it. “me? a s-simp? is that a bad thing?”

just tell him it’s fine.

denki kaminari

— THE HYPEMAN SIMP

a big simp

like.. really big

he worships the ground you step on, and hypes up everything you do

y’all know when irene from red velvet literally breathed in north korea, and the crowd just

*claps*

yeah, that’s denki to you

it’s so blantly obvious that he’s simping over someone, and everyone’s just kinda used to it at this point

he’s just a big fanboy sometimes

whenever you’re sparring with someone, he’s always in the background like

“go s/o!!” 🤩

and he has tendencies to go a little easy on you like.. what’s he gonna do when you get electricuted??

but that doesn’t mean he’s never serious— nah.

there are times where he’s just a little bashful just being in your presence

sneaking glances your way, as he silently fanboys about you in general.

“s/o looks really good today. they always look good but !!”

when y’all weren’t together, the bakusquad was just tired of the constant romantic pining

it was really obvious that he was simping back then, and they’re not so sure as to how you didn’t say anything about it

mina always called him a simp

so yeah!! it was a big relief when you got together with him. he never makes you feel terrible, because he’s always your #1 hypeman.

eijirou kirishima

— THE HELPING SIMP (rip idk what to call this)

i didn’t really know what kinda name i went for this one but let me carry on

kiri upfront is very confident, and friendly. he never shows a mean side to anyone,

and there are rare cases of him being bashful

he’s kinda almost like a golden retriever? since he’s always nice and friendly to everyone

but then when you enter the room; he suddenly goes quiet, and he’s left alone with his rather loud thoughts about you

he didn’t really know how to properly approach you at first

but him being kiri, he’s still rather friendly to you (for now)

when he’s messing around, practically sharing one braincell with kami and sero

and then you suddenly walk in— he snaps out of his foolishness, and greet you with his very warm smile

“hey y/n!” he waves at you, and he hopes you don’t mention the teasing look on both kami and sero’s face

sometimes when he’s doing his close combat training, and he notices that he’s getting too close to you

he’ll be like “woah man, maybe we should move locations.” bc he doesn’t wanna hit you by accident ;;

kirishima prefers to not stand near you when his hair is all spiky. like he’s never conscious about it, until he’s around you

man poked sero with his hair before, and he doesn’t want to do that to you

kiri always looks at your hand, just to see if it’s occupied with something. his thoughts linger to what your hand might feel like

“their hand looks really.. soft. argh! i shouldn’t be thinking about these kind of things in public! im sorry y/n”

bakugou really only notices kirishima’s simping ways

bakugou always mentions the fact that kirishima goes really silent whenever you’re around—

and he’s secretly contemplating on having you around more so he can just shut up 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

moving aside all of that, kiri always carries your things.

you’ll beg him to give you at least one thing, and he’ll say no because it’s “not manly to let someone carry all of this.”

if you’re sad, he’s the first one to cheer you up— reassuring you that everything will be okay.

kiri’s just wants to be at your service at all times! it’s manly to help people, right?

hitoshi shinsou

— THE DISCREET SIMP

no one would be able to tell that he’s simping for someone

because unlike kaminari; he’s not like IM HITOSHI SHINSO AND IM ACTUALLY A SIMP

he’s a lot more discreet, and no one has really caught on, besides you and kaminari of course

he’s a lot less sarcastic with you, asking you about anything that’s happened instead of just being there

he prefers it to hear you talk. the way each word and syllable rolls off your tongue smoothly, and the way you use your hands to emphasize things

he’s amused.

oh and the way he looks at you? almost any normal person can sense the simp in him pop out (he’s so contained though)

he’s definitely the person that’ll get rid of any bug that’s terrifying you— even though he’d normally just leave it to them

he’ll do it, regardless if it’s the biggest fucking spider he’s ever seen, or the smallest spider

he’ll do it to make you feel safe.

he has these random spurs of compliments during the day

the source mainly comes from his staring habit

and they’re just so unexpected and out of the blue. hitoshi’s amused whenever he sees your reaction to his compliments

like.. you could be really frustrated about something, and he’ll just go “your eyes are pretty.” that’s his discreet method tO MAKE YOU TEMPORARILY DISTRACTED FROM THE ISSUE—

call him a simp, whatever. it’s true anyway so he doesn’t why should he be ashamed of it?

he’s discreet about it, since it’s your business and his business. but you can definitely feel his feelings loud and clear

neito monoma

— THE 180 SIMP

“i’m not a simp!”

[you enter the room]

*nervous laughter*

he had his last laugh, and he never thought he’d be this soft around someone.

especially if you’re from class 1-A like.. i became the thing i hated, ugh.

relentless teasing is amped but this is his way of making sure you remember him loud and clear

but he’ll never tease you in a condescending way— like how he torments the rest of class 1-A

that’s reserved for them 💅

always compliments you, that’s the first thing he does when he sees you—

and they’re never generic compliments either

“it’s nice to see you here, y/n! you make the world better day by day!”

“i’m still wondering what you’re doing in class 1-A, you’re much better than them!”

everyone secretly wonders how you got monoma to like you

monoma canonically likes pastels. spread the word

so sometimes, you’ll walk over to your desk— and you’ll just see this random pastel ornament sitting on your desk

you know who it’s from

whenever monoma starts becoming annoying, kendo will definitely use you as a weapon to make him shut up

he’ll be laughing at the expression on his face, thinking he’s absolutely winning at this

but the smile is wiped off his face when he hears “ok go on, i’ll tell y/n about your antics.”

“no, no! i’ll behave now, please don’t tell y/n.”

class 1-b literally use you as blackmail whenever monoma acts up, and it’s because of how different he is around you

like.. his personality takes a 180, (besides the obvious teasing) it’s alarming

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Baekhyunie don't leave me - Part 4

big thank you to @kjikaila for making this moodboard, it's a masterpieace. check out their work y'all.

barista!baekhyun x fem!reader ; chanyeol mentionned

mafia!AU | action | angst | smut | nsfw

guns, violence, revenge plotting. but also dry humping, sir kink, lots of begging, getting caught kink, semi public, jealousy, possessiveness, hair pulling, spanking, degradation, objectification, oral (m), deepthroat, spit play, slight breath play, orgasme control (f), dacryphilia, cum play 🌸 🌼🌷 🌹 🌻

7.3k word count

Don’t trust anything in this story. Don’t trust the cute bright cover, don’t trust the handsome playful flirty barista and do not trust the cute innocent timid girl.

Concept: the inspiration comes from a song: Bust Your Knee Caps by Pomplamoose.

A/N: This part was so fun to write. It's also pretty intense and action packed brace yourselves <3 -Cat 😸

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A nice and warm cup of tea was all you needed. That was your thought as you sunk your body in the comfortable couch of your living room. The day was tiring, and the least you could do about it was treating yourself to your favorite tea blend: strong black tea with vanilla and cherries that nicely toned down the bitterness with sweet fruity flavor.

Earlier today you had to sit through a horrible meeting with the Lees, a rival family that has been trying to find a way to sign a truce by all means possible and they settled their minds on marriage. You audibly sighed at the ridiculous idea as you recalled the awful day.

They asked your father for your hand to give to their eldest son so many times that you eventually lost count. The age was not an issue, he was around your age but you just didn't have any interest in Seokhun. He was just a stupid and brainless brute. Every time you saw him he reminded you of a gorilla that was forced to wear a suit and to use chopsticks to eat. He was not handsome, not funny, not smart and definitely not interesting.

Plus, why would your family have signed this kind of agreement? The Lees were on the verge of their doom. They were losing money and more and more territories. In other words, they were the ones needing and relying on this union, not you.

This marriage was the last hope for them, because they didn’t have enough funds to engage in a business partnership with your family.

Your father was sick and tired of saying “no” on your behalf to the Lees and so how terrible it was when he told you to take responsibility by going yourself to the meeting and refusing the marriage proposal in person. A shiver ran down your spine while you blew on your hot beverage and remembered the evening.

The ominous single light hanging over the round table with the head of each clan, their right hands and the “almost” fiancés.

The head of the Lee family entered a burning rage, getting up and jolting his fist on the table while your father, Chanyeol and yourself remained seated and completely silent.

“You heard her, Lee…” your father's cold voice resonated. “She said no'' his tone was sharp, slowly detaching every syllable to make sure the message got across.

“You cannot possibly refuse this” Mr Lee exclaimed pointing an accusing finger to your father.

“She’s a big girl she can speak for herself” his eyes were unwavering.

“She’s just a child! You should learn how to discipline your brat of a daughter. Or I will”

Tension in the room reached its capstone. Seokhun laid a hand onto his father’s shoulder in a desperate gesture to make him weigh his words. No mobster in the right mind would ever dare to threaten your family like this. In all of Korea, your father was known to have the shortest temper there was. He killed many times and for far less than that. When Mr Lee finally realized what he let slip out of his mouth, terror gradually contorted his features into a horrified mask as his eyes were frantically scaning your father’s unreadable face.

But your father only laughed. Throwing his head back, and shoulders shaking. The laugh was as genuine as could be. You saw Seokhun and his father exchange a relieved glance, even allowing themselves a small smile as stress was lifted off their shoulders.

“I’m not the one you should be scared off”

His eyes shifted to you as you took your revolver out of its holster, directly aiming at Mister Lee between his two googly eyes. Everybody in the room froze. It felt like a sheet of lead had been draped over the faces of every Lee around the table.

“C-come on” he stuttered while he raised his hands swoly, beads of sweat running down his brow bone, running on his textured and greasy skin to crash on his mouth. You shoved the canon on his forehead. His heated rind, contrasting with the coldness of your gun.

“I said No” you stated again, your patience running dangerously thin.

“Y-Y/n” hearing your name in his disgusting mouth made you grit your teeth with aversion. “Please reconsider. If our families were to unite we would be unstoppable” his raised hands were trembling at the side of his fat sweaty face, his beady eyes crossed to look and the chiseled cannon pointed at him. A pathetic sight that repulsed you.

“But please clarify something for me” you leaned closer to whisper. “Why would I marry a corpse?”

“What?”

You shifted your aim from Mister Lee to Seokhun shooting a 9mm bullet at close range right through his face. The pistol was so powerful that the recoil lifted your entire arm up. The sound was so loud that it shattered your eardrum, plunging the whole room into a silent chaos apart from the high pitched static sound you were hearing. The bullet was so thick that it left a gaping whole into the now unrecognizable, but just as untasteful face that used to be Seokhun's.

Mr Lee started to scream as he leaned over the lifeless body of his son. Tears and sweat dripped down his face disfigured by sorrow.

“Learn your fucking place Lee” you spat at him before your father, Chanyeol and yourself existed. Leaving the broken down clan to their fate.

So after a nice bath to take the remaining pieces of Seokhun out of your hair, a warm cup of tea was, to say the least, very much needed.

You shook your head trying to chase away the tiring memory of the evening and took a sip of your sweet black tea. The bitter taste and hot liquid instantly made you relax your shoulders as you sunk your back in the soft cushiony couch, snugly wrapped up in a blanket and wearing your most comfortable pyjama set of pastel purple jersey mini shorts with a matching loose fitted cropped tank top .

And to add up to the shitty day you couldn’t see Baekhyun today. Actually you hadn't seen him in a week.

And spending your three month anniversary by yourself was just the cherry on top.

Baekhyun was a busy guy. Running and managing the shop all by himself. It would happen many times that he would cancel scheduled dates because he was just too busy and/or too tired.

Also coming to visit him at the shop was much more complicated now that you two were dating, contrary to what one might think. The rare times that you’d come he would spill the coffee or mess up the orders. In other words he was way too distracted by you even if you would just stand in the corner and patiently wait for him. So you were simply forbidden from setting foot inside the café.

And today was just one of those where Baekhyun couldn’t find the time in his very tight businessman schedule.

You sighed to yourself and grabbed the book waiting for you on the coffe table of the luxurious living room.

The hours passed by and you don’t notice them as you’re completely sucked in the blackhole of the fascinating story. But the buzzing sound of your phone pulled you from the fantasy world.

Bambi 🦌 is calling

Your heart jumped in a loud celebration, your eyes darted to the big clock. 11 PM. Already? You hastily grab the phone and answer.

“Hello? Baekhyun? Isn’t it a little too late I thought you were sleep-”

“Come and open the door” You’re confused.

“What?

“Now”

You left your blanket on the couch and hurried down the hall to open the door. As soon as you set a foot out the door frame, strong arms harshly pulled you out to slam you on the blank wall of the hall of the luxurious apartment complex. You tightly shut your eyes in shock, bracing yourself for the impact on the drywall and let your phone slip through your fingers, which crashed on the cold marble tiles.

Before you could even open your eyes back up you felt impatient lips crashing onto yours. Plush, soft, pouty lips. Baekhyun’s lips. You opened your eyes again and he was trapping you between his muscular arms and the wall, hungrily kissing you. The wet and slick sounds of kissing resounded in the hallway.

“Fuck babydoll I missed your taste so much” Baekhyun whispered, finally parting his lips from yours, panting. Lust filled his dark brown orbs, two lewd little shiny marbles staring you down with desire.

“Baekhyun what are you-?”

But he cared little to let you finish and instead he pulled on the thin tank top, the thin straps falling off your shoulders as the fabric is being pulled below your breasts, leaving them out in the open in the middle of the hall.

You let out a small frightened whimper and in a reflex try to cover yourself but Baekhyun stopped you by taking both your wrists in one strong hand and pinning them above your head, straining the fabric under your boobs and pushing them up.

“Fuck baby you look so fucking stunning” he said eyeing down your down chest while you lightly squirmed in embarassement.

“Baekhyun” you whispered. “Can’t we go ins-”

You cut yourself when his other hand went to tease your exposed nipple. Drawing small circles on it, flicking and pinchinging it, making the bundle of flesh perk up. Baekhyun smirked devilishly when small and shameful moans erupted from your mouth.

“Would you look at that? Perfect fucking tits for me. Right, Princess?”

You nodded as you felt tingles build up in your core making you instinctively press your thighs together.

“Please Sir, can we go inside?” you beg once more, shame painting your cheeks bright red as you give nervous looks around the empty hall. The nickname had Baekhyun’s teeth showing as he smirked even wider.

“There’s no time, baby” he said before his hand left your breast to open his zipper and whip out his thick cock, already swollen with blood. Hard and menacing.

You let out a small whimper as soon as you lay eyes on it, remebering the countless times he fucked you with the massive member over the course of the last 3 months.

“Want this, baby?” he said as he slipped his tip underneath your shorts and panties. The hot length gliding on your pubic bone.

“Yes Sir please” you beg.

“I’m going to fill your little pussy up just like this” you looked down and saw the imprint of his hard cock underneath your shorts, you bit your lips at the visible and thick bulge twitching against the thin skin of your lower stomach, the panties making sure his cock was tight and flush against your skin.

“Fuck your little cunt just like this” his pulled out slightly only to forcefully smash back in, straining the thin fabric of your panties. “You want that? Want me to fuck you just like this”

“Yesss. Please sir” you cried out, squirming under him while he continued to make back and forth motions against you, pressing his weight onto your wrists above your head.

“What a good girl” he purred in your ear, his warm breath on your neck making the hairs on your nape stand. “I’m going to fuck you like this right here right now” he rolled hips onto yours making you clench your thighs together, deseperatly seeking some friction against your needy bundle of nerves.

“I want you to scream my name so loud the neighbors come out here to check on you”

“Fuck” you whispered under your breath picturing the shocked gaze of your rich and uptight neighbors living next doors.

“I want you to scream so loud and feel so good they’ll stay just to enjoy the show of my raw meat tearing your pretty little pussy apart” he gave another powerful thrust inside your shorts, precum coating your pubic bone, allowing him to move faster. While you felt your own arousal drip down your inner thighs, making your skin shine even below the line of the shorts.

“Yes sir please fuck me right now. I want everyone to know my pussy belongs to you” Baekhyun smirked against the crook of your neck.

“Are you going to be a good little girl and let everybody hear the pretty sounds you make when you cum on my cock?” You nodded “Use your words baby” he said as pressed harder on your wrists.

“Yes sir” you whimpered. Baekhyun then released your hands and placed both of his on the waist bend of your shorts, ready to pull them down in the middle of the hall. Baekhyun is a man of his words and you know he’s about to make all of this true.

But you heard the familiar buzzing sound. Your eyes shifted to the phone lying on the ground next to you. It was a text from Chanyeol.

PLEASE Y/N ANSWER THE PHONE!!!!

Immediately your mind started to race. You forgot about everything surrounding you and pick up the phone just as you receive another call.

“Yeah?” you answered; already on edge. Baekhyun gave you a confused look.

“Y/n thank god I thought they got to you too” Chanyeol sighed from the other end of the line. His voice was strained, heavy but nonetheless relieved.

“What do you mean?” you interrupted.

“It’s the Lees… They came to the hangar and set fire to the cocaine… We put it out but they used that as a diversion to attack us… and... “ His voice started to shake. “They got Minho…He.. he’s dead” he broke finally.

Minho has been a loyal and trustworthy member of the handful of men in your father’s close circle… You didn’t know him very much. He was distant and secretive but the job made him this way. And you knew him long enough to know he had your father’s back in any situation. Like this one, protecting the family even when your father was in Sicily. Burning white rage started to pump through your veins and blurring your vision.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Baekhyun asked, tilting his head, trying to catch your gaze in his orbs. But his voice was distant, almost inaudible.

“Chanyeol, wait for me there. I’m on my way.”

You hung up and immediately ran with big strides inside to your bedroom. You swiftly replaced your soiled pyjama shorts made wet with yours and Baehyun’s arousal with a pair of jeans and button up a white shirt slipped over your pyjama tank top. You took your chiseled pistol from your closet and put it in the holster strapped to your chest before throwing over yourself a black leather jacket, concealing the weapon before Baekhyun stormed in.

“Y/n, what's happening?” Baekhyun asked as he entered the room, confusion was painted all over his beautiful features, making his pink lips perk up in a perplexed pout.

“Hum… I- I kinda have a family emergency… I’m sorry but I have to go” you gave him no further explanations and left right away. His eyes followed you as you ran in the hall and as your figure vanished behind the elevator door.

You don’t even have time to think of anything else, not even him. The only thing that mattered was the family.

Every year around this time your dad flies out to Sicily to visit your mother’s grave and you know it is unavailable now. As the future head of the clan it is your duty to step out and protect the family. And it’s exactly what you intend to do.

When you reach the hangar outside the city it’s still smoking, even if the fire is put out. Chanyeol reached you right away.

“Thank God you’re here” he stared at you with round alarmed eyes. “Your father is unreachable and …” his voice trembled. You’ve enerve seen him so shaken before. “Minho…” His chagrined voice was caught in his throat and he was unable to finish his sentence.

The tall man averted his glossy eyes. This kind of weakness in his orbs was new to you. It was only the risk of this career. Everytime you would open your eyes every morning was a gifted day because you never knew if you were going to be lucky enough to open them again the next morning.

It was your reality… Something you had to accept a long time ago when you were just a child, when your mother was murdered in cold blood in front of your very eyes in Sicily. Your tiny hands bright red with blood, your face soaked in tears as the coastal winds whipped sand in your face. But you repressed this memory a long time ago.

Unlike Chanyeol, you felt no sorrow. Even if you wanted to, you would be unable to help Chanyeol with his grief. You made yourself numb to these feelings and there was no going back. No pain, no grief, no heartache. Whatsoever. Never again. True to the promise you made to yourself.

But you still felt something. Something you could use, something you thrived on. Rage. Only incendiary hatred, burning through your guts and heart, frantically pumping seething blood through your veins.

“I'll go'' you said, already turning on your feet.

“Wait! Y/N!” Chanyeol shouted, catching your forearm in his large palm. He was trembling. When you turned around you finally got to see his eyes. This big man, looking back at you with such sorrow that drooped his teary eyes. Holding you with such force, as if he was holding your heart, big hand wrapped around it, protecting it. His body has a strange hiccup, like he hesitated to take you in his arms. But in the end. He did.

“You can’t go alone… if anything happens to you too… Your father would never… I would never forgive myself…” his faint voice whispered at the side of your face, his wet cheek pressed against yours as he finally gave in.

You balled your hands into two fists.

“You’ll just have to trust me on that one”

***

When you arrived at the manor of the Lees, two men were guarding the front door. You didn’t expect less. The two mastiffs are cocked to the tooth with two heavy machine guns. But the weapons and the munitions make them bulky and not exactly nimble.

You unbuttoned your white shirt to let your chest slightly peek out and approached the two men. Staggering, your body swaying side to side and hiccuping.

“I’m sorry but I can’t seem to find my car. Do you mind helping me” You slurred your words just enough to hint and the fact that you were heavily intoxicated. Before they could answer you fainted to lose balance and threw yourself in the arms of one of them.

The oldest trick in the book proves itself to be still effective because right away the guard plunged his avid eyes into your decolletage while the second one was already lowering his guard, making the stupid mistake of not considering a young and pretty girl to be a theart.

You giggled in his ear while you felt him relax in your arm. And that was the perfect time to strike. Without even taking the shoulder stra off the weapon over the head of the guard, you aimed the cannon at the other one and shot a salvo of bullets right in his chest. Blood splattered everywhere but you managed to turn around and use the other guard as a shield to keep you unsullied. After all, you still had a date to get back to and you didn’t want to be covered in blood, which was understandable but probably not very realistic.

As the man was trying to punch you, you caught his hand and twisted his arm. You heard his joint make a loud pop and the man fell down to his knee, holding his dislocated shoulder with his other hand while he cried and moaned in pain. With the same move you managed to subdue and disarm him. You only have to pick up his weapon and finish the job. You stood over him and shot him in the head. In a fraction of second the fear that was filling his eyes spilled out of him along with the blood out of the open wound. Leaving them and his body completely lifeless.

You bent over to pick up the other machine gun. Throwing both of them on your shoulders tightly holding their handles under each of your armpits before you pushed with your feet on the big heavy mansion door.

The next few minutes are a blur. The Lees weren’t completely stupid and they did expect your clan to take revenge on them. When you entered the grand hall tables were flipped over to provide cover for a gun fight and all the men available were aiming at you.

The rest is an absolute bloodbath. They did expect revenge, true. But not from one single person. They expected an army. But what they got… was much worse.

Armys are made of men. Most of them don’t share the same blood, don’t share the same passion for protecting the clan. Many of them stand their grounds because they are forced to. Maybe the Lees lent them money or threatened to prostitute their moms or daughters.

That is the truth about every mafia clan of Seoul. It’s true for yours too.

But you are not a motley, incoherent and fearing army.

You are a fury.

A demon summoned to wipe out the clan until their name is erased from history forever.

You are a monster.

You killed, murdered, massacared and slaughtered wuthout distinction. All of them. All of them with no exception. Occasionally using one or the other as a meat shield.

You were in your element as you spilled blood, cut open guts and witnessed how the light in their eyes died down. You were meant for this, created for this.

A beast birthed by the mafia underworld to fit it perfectly. Ever since that day you saw life pour out of your mother's eyes on the sandy beaches of Sicily… That very day you turned into the titan that you are now.

No matter how much blood you shed, no matter how many lives you took, it could never erase the debt this world owes you. The whole world, forever your debtor for taking your mother's life.

When you were done with the underlings you finally made your way to the Head of the Family’s big, grand office. The expensive and tasteful furniture couldn't hide away the inexorable decline of the Lee Clan. The statues’ marble looked chipped, the vintage whiskey bottles looked half empty and the high ceilings seemed to bend under the overwhelming weight of resounding defeat.

Mister Lee was just sitting at his desk in the middle of the room. He looked down at his hand where he held a nearly emptied glass of scotch, the gold signet ring on his pinky reflecting the dim light of his desk lamp.

“It’s over Lee”

You said wrapping your blood stained hands around the handle of your 9mm in your holster.

“I know” he simply responded, not bothering to look up at you. “It was a long time coming… It has been a while since I lost the grip I had on this family… If my father saw what I did with his heritage. He looked up to one of the grand portrait paintings on the wall.

You only walked to him, the heavy atmosphere keeping you from rushing, weighing down every single one of your limbs. Only inexhaustible rage was keeping you moving forward, walking over the spilled drinks, the shards of glass and the torned out and stained books.

When you finally reached him you shoved your barrel under his chin, making him finally look up at you.

The strong Lees, once one of the most powerful families of Seoul, now the remains of a shattered dynasty.

Broken like the man seated at the end of your gun. His eyes were empty, lifeless but you do recall they have been this way for a while now. He brought the last sip of his scotch to his lips, ignoring the deafening complaints of his clock running out, the end of his voyage.

Only death is waiting at the end of the road for Mr Lee. And for everyone less.

“I’m going to kill you” you said as you jabbed the gun further under his chin. But the middle aged man only laughed in your face. The genuine laugh of a man that has grasped the evanescent nature of anything in this life, almost nagging you with his epiphany.

“You already did.” He said rubbing a finger over “L” engraved in the gold ring on his pinky. “So go ahead and finish the job” he closed his eyes. And you pressed the trigger.

Pieces of flesh flew out as the loud sound resounded in your ears. The thick caliber left him no chance. Leaving the same kind of gaping hole at the top of his head that you inflicted to his son sooner today.

But his face, despite being soaked in blood, looked at peace finally free of any pain, torment and worry. Maybe that was the way a kingdom died and a new one was born.

If you took the time to think about it maybe you would even envy him.

***

1AM. You finally pushed the door of the appartement. So much for a surprise date with Baekhyun. You sighed deeply as you leaned on the door, taking a second to catch your breath and gather your thoughts. You don’t even bother switching on the lights as you throw your bloodied leather jacket and your holster on the hanger in the hall.

But when you stepped in the living room you were surprised to find the TV and the lights switched on. But it’s even a bigger surprise to see a little tuft of blond hair peek out from behind the couch.

“Baekhyun?” you called hesitantly, your heart fluttered immediately when the head turned at the mention of his name but as soon as you saw his face your heart sank. His face was closed up, completely unreadable when gets up from the couch.

“Where were you?” his tone sent a cold shiver down your spine. He stepped closer.

“Humm I-” you panicked as Baekhyun was slowly walking up to you. You never expected to find Baekhyun still waiting here so it never occured to you you actually had to make up some kind of excuse in that much of a short notice.

“Who’s Chanyeol?” he asked, not letting you enough time to answer the first question, finally reaching up to you. He looks so big next to you all of a sudden, his puffed out chest, his shoulders stretched out and this glaring look makes him look gigantic next to your fragile little body.

“You smell like fire and iron” he said leaning over you, taking a whiff of your hair. Your heart started to race. What if he figures out the smell is actually gunpowder and blood… Your eyes dart over your body to make sure you are not stained with blood. Fortunately, the leather jacket shielded you from blood.

“Who’s Chanyeol?” he repeated, this time clenching his jaw, patience running thin.

“Ch-Chanyeol?” you stuttered, intimidated by him. “It’s my father’s associate” In a way it’s not really a lie but still you feel the need to over compensate this lack of truthfulness with rambling. “I mean there was sort of a… emergency at the factory… there was a fire and… hum… my father is abroad so..”

“Do you fuck him?” his blunt question took you aback and you looked up at him with round eyes.

“What?” you asked back, genuinely. You were so worried about covering the truth about the true nature of your family that it never even occurred to you that Baekhyun could in fact be jealous. But your innocent expression didn't cut it for him so he pressed his large body against yours until you were squeezed between the wall and his muscular chest.

“I said” he wrapped a firm hand around your throat, applying just enough pressure to allow you to breathe normally but to still coerce you. “Do you fuck him?” he whistled through gritted teeth, grip growing tighter.

“What? N-no of course not” you stated, completely honest this time. And Baekhyun sensed it because he unraveled his fingers around your neck and let his hand fall to his side.

“I bet he wants to fuck you”

Dead silence follows.

You never even thought about it but Chanyeol is around your age and you know your father has been pushing this relationship from both sides for a while now. And recently noticed how he started to look at you differently. So even if it’s a crazy idea to you, maybe… it’s not impossible that he does.

“You don’t say no huh?” Baekhyun raised his voice this time as he tightly grabbed your nape and you avoided his eyes.

“I-I…” you start but he interrupted.

“Never took you for the kind of slut that goes around teasing every man she sees” he grabed a fist full of your hair, pulling on it and forcing your face up to look at him. His gaze finally pierced into you. His orbs were darkened with fury, the kind of anger he keeps dormant, silenced and cold.

“Are you cheating little whore huh?”

The harsh words stunned you. Baekhyun has never used those to describe you. He said babygirl, princess, babydoll… And somehow, you can’t explain why but it makes your center quiver.

“Come here” he said, grasping your nape even tighter, taking you to the couch and bending you over his lap, butt up in the air.

You whimpered when he harshly pulled on your jeans, taking them below your knees. His warm hand wrapped around the inside of your thighs slowly going up to your clothed bottom.

“I was being so nice to you” he grabbed a handful of your buttcheek. “But you go behind my back” he carefully and slowly peeled off your panties, bringing them to your pants resting on your ankles. “to help some other dude in the middle of the night” at the last word he spanked your ass. You let out a pained cry. Heat rushed to your sensitive, raw skin.

“You think you can just go like that huh?” he spanked you again, even harder this time and you can’t help but to groan at the unexpected pleasure you get from the raw pain. “Think you can taunt me with that pretty little ass and leave me there with my cock hard and dripping huh?” he spanked you again, multiple times this time, not giving you a second to recover between each strike.

“NO NO NO sir!” you finally burst out in tears “I'm sorry I shouldn't have went, sir”

“That's more like it” he said gently stroking the tender and bruised skin. “But maybe I should teach you a lesson to make sure you never misbehave again”

He grabbed a fistfull of your hair, forcing you to get up and dragged you to one of the walls of the room. You struggled to walk with your pants still at your ankles but with a couple of steps they fell off. Baekhyun pushed you down so you would sit on the ground with your back straight against the wall

“Don’t you think so?” He purred as he unbuckled his belt and opened the zipper of his pants. You look at him confused. “Don’t you think you deserve to be punished after this?” he said carefully, taking out his cock. You can’t help but to lick your lips when you lay eyes on it. Somehow it looked even more enticing than usual, it looked thicker, harder, veinyer, angrier.

“Yes” you said, not peeling your eyes off the raw, aggressive looking member. Baekhyun combed his fingers through your hair. This gentle touch that you did not expect made you look up at him.

“Ask for it. Ask to be put back in your place like the good little whore that you are” his voice was low, grave and serious, making your insides tingle.

“Please Sir,” Baekhyun grazed his tip on your lips “punish me for my disrespect, put me back in my place” you whispered wet lips pressed to his bulging, raging cock.

Baekhyun chuckled before he thrusted inside your mouth with all his might. You felt the large tip pushing against the back of your mouth and forcing its way into your throat, you felt the tight stretch burn. Once he had fitted the whole thing inside your narrow mouth he stayed there, grunting in pleasure as he indulged himself in the warmth and wetness of your mouth, fat cock shoved down your throat.

You only understand now why Baekhyun took you to this wall, it’s so you can’t escape. You couldn’t possibly back up, between the wall and his hips against your lips, his pubic bone pressed on your nose you can’t move at all.

This helplessness made you center quiver and arousal dripped down to coat your already swollen, eager cunt and your thighs. Slimy juice even reaching all the way down to the floor.

You struggled when the need for air became urgent and tears started to prickle your eyes. So he finally pulled out, you gasp for air, oxygen rushed to your brain making you light head as you look down at the strings of thick saliva linking you to the unforgiving member.

“Sluts like you deserve their face fucked like this” he said as he shoved hismelf back in but this time he set up a relenteless pace. Pleasuring himself as he saw fit with your mouth.

He placed both his palm on the wall and just thrusted his hips hard into your mouth. Tears burned your cheeks as you started to struggle again but he didn’t seem to be concilient this time and he just kept on pounding your throat. Moaning and grunting with each back and forth.

You felt him twitch on your tongue and he finally slowed down, popping his cock out your mouth. You gasped and coughed at the sudden swell of your lungs.

“Look at me slut” he said panting, stroking his fat cock, slick noises erupted from the act as you made his cock nicely lubricated. “You’re mine do you understand?”

Fuck… He looks so good standing above you like this, eyes filled with rage. His blond hair made humid with sweat stuck to his forehead, his large shoulders casting a big shadow on you, the dangling earring at the side of his handsome face. His fully clothed body while you sat there almost completely naked at his mercy. You couldn't get enough of him. You wanted more, you needed more.

You love him more than anything in this world.

“Yes sir” you whispered, answering his question.

“Open your whore mouth” you executed yourself “stick your tongue out” you followed his order once more.

Baekhyun leaned over you and spat in your mouth. You welcomed the hot slimy liquid on your tongue with a smile and you swallowed happily.

“You’re mine. You’re my thing and I don't like to share my toys with others” You looked up at him in awe and only nodded in submission. There was nothing you desired more in this world than to be his for the rest of your days.

Then he picked you up and threw you on his shoulder. His eyes didn’t miss the small puddle of slimy juice you produced while choking on his thick cock.

“Did you fucking soak the floor?” he groaned.

“Y-yes, sir” you stuttered, your cheeks growing red.

“Unbelievable” he scoffed in disbelief.

He carried you to the bedroom to throw you on the bed. He slid between your open legs and ripped apart the white shirt you were wearing sending the small pearly buttons flying across the room. Only to leave you in your small pyjama tank top. His eyes trailed your perked up nipples, lifting the thin fabric underneath.

“You didn’t even bother wearing a bra” he spat, grabbing a handful of your innocent breast. “Or maybe it just stayed over at Chanyeol’s” he squeezed the poor lump of flesh making you arch your back. “Huh? which is it?” he insisted.

“I didn’t have time to put one on… I forgot” you cried out before Baekhyun let go. “I’m sorry, sir” you panted.

You gasped when you felt the hot tip sliding across your drenched folds and slipping inside your desperate little cunt with ease.

“Would you look at that?” Baekhyun said, his teeth glistening under the dim light of the end table lamp. “This pussy fits me like a glove” you moaned when he reached the bottom of you, it’s like you’ve been missing him so much. Bliss creeping its way inside you, your pussy already quivering around him.

“It feels good, right ?” he asked, pulling out slowly. You whined, somehow fearing that he was done with you.

“Yes!” you hurriedly reply, urging him to fill you up again. “Yes sir it feels so good”

“Good little whore” you growled before slamming his hips into yours again. This time you screamed under this much pleasure. His tip pressing against your good spot where he stayed a couple of seconds while your legs started to shake.

“Good! I want you to scream.” he watched your small body tremble under him with a dark grin. “Don’t you fucking keep your voice down.”

He gives another powerful thrusts aiming for your sweet spot again only this time he sets up a slow pace. Slow enough to have you whining at the pain it is to have your pleasure barbarically restrained this way.

“I don’t care about your neighbors. I want them and everybody to know that this little cunt” he passed his finger on your heat. “is mine”

This time he went faster. You strictly followed his order and started to scream under so much pleasure. You didn’t care if you woke them up. You didn’t care that they finally figure out you’re a cock hungry whore who would do anything to get fucked endlessly by this handsome blond man. You didn't care about anything.

So much teasing and dirty talking had you on edge right away and you felt the familiar pressure build up in your lower stomach.

“Sir can I please cum?” you asked while your voice jerked every time he gave another powerful thrust.

“What already?” he smirked. “Did you cum this fast with the other dude? Did Chanyeol make you feel this good?” Baekhyun grunted, never once slowing down, dangling earring shining at the side of his face.

“Noooo” you whine. “W-we never did anything and even if we did. Nobody can fuck me like you sir. You're the best” you cried out, words just spilling out your mouth.

“That's right” he said suddenly going even deeper, the thick member deliciously scraping your clenched out walls.

“Please Sir, can I cum?” you begged, trying your luck one more time.

“No!” he strictly responded “You don’t deserve it” he said before suddenly slapping your swollen and sensitive little clit. You yelped at the sting but kept your legs wide and open. You don’t why but you crave even more of this burning feeling, more of this pain.

“Please again sir” You say looking up at him, giving in to this new facet of yourself, eyes brimming with tears and lust.

“What a fucking slut” he said while smirking and he slapped your pussy, harder this time. You yelled at the overwhelming pain and pleasure mixed into an indistinguishable amalgamation, bringing you even closer to your release.

“Please Sir, I can't take it anymore.” You screamed out, your voices shook with sobs. “I’m gonna cum” tears overflowed your eyes, finally.

Baekhyun loved this distress in your eyes. He brought his hand to pinch and flick your poor little clit. Pleasure takes over your body completely. Baekhyun grunted even louder when your exhausted little cunt squeezed him down even tighter.

“Cum! Cum right now on my cock.” He groaned and you finally let go, you let pleasure win you over in an overwhelming and ineluctable weight crashing over you and taking you with it. You little cunt curls up on it itself completely milking Baekhyun’s thick cock in the process.

“Take my cum, you whore. Take my cum my personnal lilttle cumdump” his husky voice growled while he served you thick streams of piping hot cum. The slimy liquid filled you up adding another layer of pleasure with the incessant back and forth of his thick cock and the teasing of your bundle of nerves.

You both cum, mixed up into each other in divine and sinful dance.

Baekhyun gradually slowed down, allowing the both of you to ride off your high. Comfortably descending from heaven before he pulled out completely.

You felt a large amount of cum oozing out your shapeless and tired little pussy. And you whimpered one last time when you felt him rub his tip against your center, flicking your bundle of nerves one last time.

“Come here” he said, standing on his knees on the soft mattress and holding his half hard cock in one hand. You looked up and realized he gathered a small puddle of cum on his tip.

You got up and got on all fours opening wide to welcome the sweet nectar into your mouth. The strong salty and bitter taste takes over your mouth and your eyes flutter close at the delicious flavour of both your cum mixed into this deadly cocktail.

“That's it. Eat my cum. Never forget this taste. Never forget you are mine” he growled one last time before crashing in the bed, panting.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand before you also laid down next to him. You cock your head up against the crook of his neck.

“Humm… Baekhyunie?” you started hesitant.

“Yes sweetheart” he said, playing with your hair, staring at the ceiling.

Sweetheart… That's a good sign right?

“Hmm… I swear it was true… Chanyeol is only my father's associate. I-I’d never go for another man when I have you” You fondly smiled at him but when Baekhyun looked back at you his eyes were cold and his face was stern.

“You better” he spat, the icy tone made you shiver. But Baekhyun must have heard the crackling of your naive heart because he instantly beamed at you, the cold dark brown orbs turning into warm brown shiny little marbles.

“I mean I could never get over it if you had someone else babygirl” he said pouting adorably “sooo… promise to never leave me?” he said, presenting his pinky to you.

You hesitated for a second looking deeply into the mysterious eyes. But still, you wrapped up your fingers around his own. His smile grew even brighter.

“Good night princess” he said, pressing a soft warm kiss onto your hairline before he turned off the bedside lamp and slumbered off into a deep sleep.

You were exhausted and you should have done the same but somehow you couldn’t forget about the cold eyes and the biting tone.

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A/N: Sooo guys how was it ?? Did you enjoy it. Let me tell ya how red i was while witing the hall way scene... hum hum yeaahh... But wasn't that weird with Baek who could have known he was the jealous kind ? Something's up...

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wannabegwenstacy · 3 years ago

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Bangtan in Bed: Park Jimin | NSFW

Park Jimin: The Power Bottom 👅

Rating: 18+

Contains: teasing, orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, casual sex, praise kink, dirty talk, degrading praise, toys, exhibitionism, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, soft bondage, temperature play, jewelry kink, possession, BDSM, body worship, oral fixation (kissing)

A/N: See last update for explanation

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Tease!

If his Vlives don't scream this then IDK what will.

If you ever watched one of his Vlives actually LIVE before translations, you understand.

He could be talking about how to correctly prepare a salad dressing and it would look like he was trying to eye-fucking the camera.

And even with translations sometimes out of context, it still has that same energy.

Some examples...

"Film yourself for me"

"My boyfriend hates you but I can't live without you. But I can live without my boyfriend." [Throws his head back giggling and cheekily smirks], "stop it. Your boyfriend will come to beat me (up)" [still smirking]

"Oppa, Focus" "oh.! ...focus ;)" "You are a daring girl"

..Anyways, I'm digressing.

You all know the Billboard Hot 100 #1 Summer Hit Butter? Bangtan's Hot Boy Summer Anthem? Mhmm?

Well, Butter from how I understand it is a Korean slang term for a "guy that gets around" the equivalent to a "fuck boy" in Korea.

As I said in Yoongi's section, Jimin wouldn't shy from casual sex.

Jimin just doesn't seem like he's in a big hurry in the romance department currently (mans could be married to 10 different people, a tree stump, and a head of romaine lettuce happily, who knows, don't come for me.) but that doesn't mean he isn't a romantic.

Or even would stray from the chance at a genuine love connection either. If he found that person, I don't see him putting up a fight against going steady.

Let's talk about Jimin's Praise Kink that he most certainly has.

Jimin loves praise! He gets flustered with the littlest of compliments he gets, but he definitely won't tell you to stop. He's not one to shy away from affection in the slightest. Physical or Verbal.

Which leads me to my point that I think Jimin's top three love languages are: Praise, Touch, and Gifts.

The thing about love languages is that they're not just how a person shows love but also how they like to receive it too. It goes both ways. So...

Jimin loves to be spoiled.

But, he would also not hesitate to spoil his lover in all those ways too. He wants them to feel special, cause in his eyes they are.

Vocal.

"Use your words, kitten"

Dirty Talk, Degrading Praises, Moans, Whines, Whimpers, Growling.

So. I know I said Hobi is the freak of Bangtan and Hobi still holds the crown! But Jimin is definitely a close second.

He's beautifully sinful.

Toys, edging, secretive teasing in public, overstimulation, orgasm denial, mutual masturbation, face fucking, silk restraints, temperature play. Those are all his favorite past times.

Man loves his jewelry too so given the change...

fingering his partner with cold rings and warm hands. Seeing their arousal not only collecting on his delicate fingers but also the rings adorning those same fingers. Ugh.

Ice play is another. Him dragging ice down his partner's body, telling his kitten to lay still before placing a single cube of ice between his full lips leaning down and dragging it along their bottom lip.

Eyes flicking up to their's and bringing his thumb up parting their lips and placing the melting cube between their lips.

"Kiss me" is all he would say before pressing his lips to their own not missing a beat between his command and following through.

Swapping the melting cube back and forth. Tongues running across each others and the cold melting cube creating contrast between the warmth and the cold of each other's lips

He would take it suddenly back going from the corner of their mouth dragging it down and along their jaw, dropping it down at the curved point of their now slack jaw bone.

Going down their neck and across their chest around one nipple to the next, his eyes flicking back forth watching them intently, heated under his gaze, while leaving a melted trail down their torso and stomach watching it tighten before finally dropping down between their legs.

The now almost fully melted cubes final resting place as it melts the rest of the way letting the water drip out slowly.

Going back over the cold wet path he had set with his lips dragging his tongue back up nipping carefully here and there. His full lips working their body perfectly.

Resting one hand next to their head gripping the pillow underneath and their jaw delicately with his thumb and index finger with the other, running his thumb lightly along, giving one final peck on their lips then nibbling and sucking their bottom lip. Pulling away and resting his forehead against theirs, hooded eyes coming into view. Giving them a pleating look and praises.

Jimin definitely strikes me as the type to go hard then just keep going pushing into overstimulation, something he thrives off of getting out of his partner.

Multiple orgasms (if possible out of his partner). Never just one with him. I don’t feel like he would be satisfied unless they were cumming multiple times.

He would also be slightly possessive in the bedroom.

Meaning sometimes: angry rough sex & jealous sex.

After a fight

He would probably get a little upset if his partner got off without him or watched porn without telling him.

It would start with him coming home to hearing them moaning his name mixed with the sound of a vibrator. He wouldn't necessary get upset but more...possessive...

He would want to be there & know that they were thinking about him while pleasuring themselves.

He understands sometimes self-pleasure is a must but he would like to at least know first so he can send something to help or at least see-through pictures, videos, or even audio recordings.

Even if it may not be by his hands, he still gets off just the same knowing that he is the one that they wish was giving them that pleasure.

...Black Chelsea boots would start moving creating a crescendo of clicks against the tiled floor.

Making slow but controlled movements following the sound of heavy breathing and low vibrations.

Pushing open the door presenting a bare, flushed, now flustered body with a pink little vibrator nested in between their legs.

wide eyes and pleas falling from their lips not deterring jimin's movements.

hands or single hand dropping down into the shared dresser, pulling out 2 silk ties, and progressing forward to the bed hitting pause on the repeating audio.

Clicking up the vibrator setting to the highest level before back down the first. A dull sensation like an itch compared to the last.

"You shouldn't have down that sweetheart and you know it. have i been neglecting you so much?"

..They did. Who knows maybe they planned it...

from there their eyes would be covered, sat in between jimin's legs back pressed to his chest arms behind their back sandwiched between them both and tied at the wrists.

in this position he would make sure they knew that he can do so much better than any little vibrator but nonetheless still using the little pink thing to his advantage.

afterwards laying weak and tired out in his arms, would he leave kisses over every waking inch of their skin followed by little praises, remarks about his day and questions about theirs as he is cleaning them up, laying them down, and letting them rest for a bit.

To which they would sleep for a bit only to wake to dinner being cooked for them and a set of pajamas set out.

Kisses would commence, which I should mention is definitely a weakness of jimin's.

Kissing gets him quite worked up and I mean QUITE worked up. Don't kiss him unless you expect and plan for more to follow. Hot make-out sessions is his preferred way of foreplay btw. Just not that night lol considering the forementioned activities.

But back to jimin's possessive tendencies. He’s understanding that it’s not always possible for him to be there but he wants to be the one on their mind.

He wants to be present even when he may not be able to be physically.

Hearing their whimpers and high pitches inflections of his name falling from their lips in the heat of the moment. That's the best his name has ever sounded in his mind.

He would develop slight voyeur tendencies then. would love sitting back and watching them as foreplay. Mutual masturbation becoming a reoccurring thing.

Degrading Praise

"just like that, take me like the little slut you are" ”oh, you look so sinful like this. Fucking yourself on my cock." "You're doing so good, don't stop" "uh, I love you. Have I ever told you how gorgeous you look? So Tight, Wet, and Spread out just for me."

Fast and relentless.

The persistent thrust of his hips angling them going in and out repeatedly. Hitting deep and hard never stopping just slowing his movements slightly to give his lover a break in between before going back again and again until it's too painful for them both to persist.

He is a dancer. Dancers tend to have amazing endurance, stamina, and bodily control.

He's very flexible, that's not something that goes away especially in his career. If anything his partner would have trouble keeping up with him rather than the other way around.

Knowing all this about himself he probably would subscribe to the method of: they take partial to full control for foreplay on until they can't take anymore and they need him to take over.

They would start getting sloppier with their movements having trouble keeping a steady pace needing more but not being able to attain it by their own means that's when they would look pleadingly at him. Jimin struggling himself to hold back.

Knowing he needs to let them wear themselves out till they are begging for him. At that point, tired and needy, he would simply and teasingly ask "are you ready kitten?" And the power dynamic would flip in an instant like a switch going off.

He would let himself go.

Shifting his weight to give him the mobility he needs to get them both where they need to be before tuning into that ever so beautiful bodily control and flexibility he has.

Moving his hips in a way that most just simply can't.

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your-daily-biaswrecking · 3 years ago

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Hello! can you do a scenario with fem!reader and father's best friend!namjoon? I totally understand if this is a concept you're uncomfortable with. All the armys are going crazy with the dilf!bts concept so I need to have this 😭

Tbh that's a hard concept (like absolutely don't do this irl y'all plss it's not okay if it's not fiction– go in the notes to read my PSA pls) so I had to write a bit of plot at the beginning just because I wanted to make it as less weird as possible lol

Namjoon wasn't the type of family friend you got to see a lot growing up. He was, however, the type of friend you got to hear about a lot. Your dad had spent his high school years being in a band that never really had its break, and Namjoon had apparently been the youngest member and your father's favourite. He kept talking about how he "raised" him, meaning he helped him get his first kiss and taught him about girls. Then your dad got your mum pregnant right after graduating, and they both decided to move to the US to find a job and start their family. Your family. And so your dad lost touch with his best friend.

He talked about him quite often, and you knew he had even visited once when you were still too young to have a memory of it. You had only ever seen a couple of pictures of them together; Namjoon looked like a very cringy 13-year-old with a terrible haircut. Not that your dad as a teenager looked any better. But that's beside the point. It doesn't matter what he looked like back then, today you probably wouldn't be able to even recognize him even if he passed you on the street.

"Did I tell you? My best friend moved here from Korea! The band kids are back together!"

Namjoon came back into your father's life at around the same time as you left it– moved away for college. And you kept getting all these updates on how great it was that they found each other again, how many things they did together and in general how happy your dad was. When you visited home for Christmas, Namjoon was away so you didn't run into him. And almost a year after he had moved there, you would finally meet him during the summer. Your father invited him for dinner one hot evening in July.

You opened the door to find him standing outside, your mother just a step behind to greet him. “Joonie! So glad you could make it. Come on in, come on in... Ah! As you know, this is our daughter.”

The man was tall and handsome, nothing like the pictures you had seen. And familiar. His eyes met yours and he smiled, making your blood run cold— you had seen that man before. Not even a week ago, staring at you at the bar while sipping his whiskey until you decided he was too hot and couldn’t be older than 30, so you walked up to him and gave him a napkin with your number and a lipstick stain of a kiss on it. He never called.

“Wow,” Namjoon said without his tone matching his words. “She has grown up so much.” And he looked you up and down again, checking you out kind of like he had done that night. Your entire face was burning, turning on your heels to get away. What the fuck kind of luck was that? He was your dad's friend? You hoped– you begged that he didn't recognize you. He wasn't saying anything, though his eyes kept on stealing looks, and so you thought you might have had a close escape. Until you run into each other in the kitchen. Alone. "Come here, young lady," he said in a deep voice that sent shivers down your spine. You already felt like you were in trouble. "Does your father know you go around giving your number to men almost twice your age?"

He was so close, eyes travelling lazily down your form with a smirk on his lips. "No," you choked. "I– I don't– You were staring at me, that's why I thought..."

"I was staring at you because I was trying to figure out if you were my best friend's daughter."

Hearing him say the words made your cheeks burn. Defeat. He had a logical excuse and all you had was that he was a little too much your type. And he sounded like he was scolding you, reminding you of your place. You lowered your head, really wanting to get out. "Please don't tell him."

Don't tell him I hit on you. Don't tell him I wanted to fuck you.

Namjoon didn't reply right away, but late that night you got a text from an unknown number. "I won't tell him anything."

He won't tell him anything. Perhaps that could be applied to what had already happened, or what would happen in the future.

You didn't text frequently, but you did nonetheless. And even though you were sure both of you would say they were simple, innocent texts, how innocent could they really be when the man already knew how you felt about him? Maybe you were crazy, but you thought he might like you too. Maybe he liked the fact that you liked him. It wasn't evident in anything he did or say, just the vibes you got from him those days he visited your house, or the way he looked at you when you were left alone for a second. The summer passed by so fast when every other day you met your father's best friend in one way or another.

When it was time for you to move back to the city where you attended college, Namjoon just so happened to be going there for some work too. And your parents were grateful that you had someone to travel with. The car ride was long and mostly silent. You had never been left alone for so long and suddenly you realised how hard it was to keep a conversation going without talking about how horny he made you feel just by being in the same, tight space with you. But the farther away you got from home, the less you cared about keeping your good reputation up.

"Where will you sleep tonight?" you asked him after he helped drop off all your stuff at your apartment late that night and was already at the door, ready to leave.

"I'll find a hotel," he told you, hand still on the door handle.

"You can stay here if you want to."

"Don't–" His plea was soft-spoken, in contrast to the intense way his eyes were piercing yours.

"Don't what?" you acted dumb. "All I'm saying is I'm sure dad would rather you stay instead of paying for a room. You're like family, anyway."

You noticed how he took in a deep breath, grip around the knob getting harder. "Don't bring him into this."

Saying that you two shouldn't mention your father was like admitting what was going on right now was beyond innocent. And even though your stomach clenched at his harsh tone, you bowed your head and whispered. "I'm sorry."

"This is so wrong," you heard him call loudly all of a sudden, making you look back at him. He was chewing on his lip desperately. "I was there when your dad got your mom pregnant. Do you know what I said? Fuck, man, how are you gonna get out of this bullshit? I shouldn’t be…"

You blinked at him, waiting to hear the end of the sentence. "Shouldn't be what?" You weren't gonna let him slip away that easily. You would push him until he had to say what he wanted to say. It was your only chance, anyway.

Namjoon sighed. He pushed the door closed and walked up to you steadily all while he was staring straight into your eyes. "Why did you give me your number that night?"

Your breathing was already getting heavier. You wouldn't back away. What was the point? He knew already. "Because you were hot. And I wanted you to fuck me."

He chewed his lip for a few seconds, watching your face as he contemplated his next words. "Why do you want me to stay over tonight?"

You gulped. He was so close, closer than ever. "Because you're hot," you whispered. Glance down on his lips. "And I want you to fuck me."

He closed his eyes momentarily before he was exhaling loudly. "Fucking– hell!"

And he instantly moved forward, one hand grabbing the back of your head as he brought your face to crush on his, mouths smashing against each other after all the times you had dreamed about it. It was so much better than you could have imagined, lips full and soft parting yours for his tongue to slip in between, making you moan. And you were trying to get closer and closer, almost tripping as you walked blindly further into the apartment. His jacket was discarded on the floor before your shirt joined it, and Namjoon was growling before attacking your neck with his teeth.

"Daddy..." The word truly slipped out of you, and he was pausing for a moment, pulling away to look at you.

"Really? You're really gonna call me daddy?" Your eyes were wide and cheeks burning, squirming away from him before he grabbed your wrist to keep you close. "Shit," he grunted, not sounding mad at all. "Alright, baby. Show daddy where your room is, need to get you in bed right away."

And you mewled at his words. You were there in no time, pulling the rest of your clothes off as Namjoon undressed too. Big and thick, he was even hotter like that, making you press your legs together as you took the sight in. And when he removed his boxers too, you got to found out his dick matched the rest of his body perfectly, long and thick and so hot it made your mouth water.

"Daddy," you whined as he started crawling over you. "You're so big. You're gonna tear me apart."

His large hand grabbed your jaw. "That's what you get for playing with big boys." And he kissed you ruthlessly again. His other hand travelling down your form until he found your pussy, fingers playing with your folds and humming in satisfaction. "So wet. Is that all for me, baby?"

"Yes, daddy," you moaned, hips trying to grind on his hand for some more friction. "I've been wet for you since I first saw you."

"Fuck. I know, baby," he breathed into your ear, two fingers slipping slowly inside you and stretching you out. "I could tell. You weren't hiding it very well, baby. How much you wanted me to ruin you. Which is why daddy's been hard for you all this time, too." Your breath was hitching as he was moving his hands slowly, not even trying to fuck you like that, just trying to get you ready for his cock. And he stopped. "Are you gonna let daddy fuck you raw, baby?"

You almost screamed. "Fuck, yes, daddy, please! Fuck me open with your cock."

Namjoon was growling as he retrieved his fingers from inside you. "What a dirty mouth! Who taught you to speak like that, you dirty, little whore? I thought you were a good girl."

Your nails were scratching his back as you whined and squirmed underneath him. "Oh, daddy, please! I need you! I'll be good for you."

And you felt the tip of his dick press against your entrance as he shushed you. "Alright then. Be a good girl for daddy and take this big cock like the good, little slut you are." And he shoved himself in you.

"O–oh my god!" you yelped. Namjoon didn't go easy on you, didn't go slow or gentle, he started pounding you fast and hard right away, truly fucking you open like you had asked him to. You were squirming underneath him but his body was so big and strong, it was caging you completely. And just to shut you up he kissed you again, tongue so deep in your mouth he was choking you. Namjoon was fucking you so hard he brought tears to your eyes, and you felt euphoric being used by him like that.

"My dirty, little cunt," he rasped after he freed your mouth. "Like taking my cock like that?" You were nodding, mewling, unable to speak. "What a good girl. Letting daddy fuck her as hard as he wants." He leaned back, grabbing your arms until he had your wrists pinned above your head and the new position gave him the ability to piston his hips against yours even faster, diving even deeper.

"Fuck, daddy, I'm gonna cum," you cried, legs shaking as they fought against his abusing thrusts between them.

"So easy," Namjoon panted with a smirk. "So easy to please you. Gonna cum cuz you've never had dick like daddy's before, huh? No one's ever fucked you this good? Those little boys your age, I bet they don't know shit about pleasing a nasty girl like you." He spat on his free hand and brought it right down on your clit, pressing on it hard. And you were moaning even louder. "There you go, baby. You can cum on daddy's dick now."

"Namjoon–" you yelped, and you felt your orgasm pop, gushing all your juices over him as he kept fucking you through it. He slowed down a bit, coming down to kiss you sloppily as you continued to whine with each thrust against your sensitive, tight walls.

"That's my good girl," he whispered, kissing you almost lovingly. "Don't worry, baby. We're not nearly done yet." And his thrusts slowly got deeper and deeper. "You really shouldn't have let me fuck you, baby. Cuz now I don't ever plan on stopping."

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btsbling · 4 years ago

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— Chocolate Syrup — Kth

🍒 pairing: Taehyung x reader

🍒 genre: sugardaddy!au, fluff, relationship!au

🍒 warning: smut, daddy!kink, breeding, unprotected sex (stay safe), foodplay

🍒 summary: When he asks you to become his

🍒 w/c: 2.54k

The sound of the elevator rang through the hallways as Taehyung stepped out. Loosening his tie, while the other held onto his suit jacket and phone. He sighed and stretched his neck as he walked through the corridor to his luxury penthouse.

It was another tiring day, the office was buzzing, non-stop calling and meetings. Yet another day of fun filled signings of new business ideas.

Taehyung combed through his hair, he could finally take a breather when the clock striked twelve. He was finally done for the day and longed to rush back to his penthouse for, someone special.

He’d never thought he would ever admit it. But he had found a place for you in his heart. It was never supposed to be something long-term. Only for its short-term benefits that would provide him with immense feelings of satisfaction.

Taehyung had met you, fatefully, under the dim lights that slightly lit the bar. He had a meeting with one of his associates there. He didn’t understand why or how, but the way your eyes glimmered as you conversed with the customer in front of you, your actions while making drinks, captivated him. Everything about you, attracted him like bees to honey.

The pull he felt towards you was indescribable and he felt his eyes resting onto you whenever he got distracted which was, frequently. You weren’t dressed as scandalous as the performers on stage, but neither were you conservative. He couldn’t see anything behind the bar, but your shirt was a tight fit and provided him with enough cleavage, making his dick grow tighter in his pants.

But after the meeting, he had realised you were long gone, another bartender replacing you. He immediately felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. He went back home, asking his assistant to get more information about you.

It was then the beautiful chapter of you and him bloomed. When he had asked you to be his sugarbaby, after a few weeks of sitting at the bar and getting to know you better, you were genuinely surprised.

You were never opposed to the idea of being someone’s sugarbaby, but from someone like Kim Taehyung? That was something you’d never expect.

Kim Taehyung. Multi-millionaire living in the state of Korea. He was young, Greek god looks and a voice that could literally send you chills down your neck. In a good way of course. The way he stood, the way he stared at you made you feel the butterflies fluttering around your belly. It came as a surprise to you, he was kind, approachable and caring. Over the weeks of getting to know him from serving him at your bar, he would always remember to ask about your day, if you had eaten, and made sure you had a safe trip home.

When he approached you with the idea of being his sugarbaby, it took a few days to make a decision. Being his meant a possibility of having your identity talked about in the media like the next hot tea. But it wasn’t a bad idea. You were desperately trying to survive of two part-time jobs and having to pay for your apartment rentals and the medical fees of your sick grandmother.

In conclusion, your decision was something you would never regret.

In the beginning, it was definitely abit awkward, considering the fact that you were a naturally conservative person who wasn’t used to someone buying branded items for you or spending that much money either.

But Taehyung made sure you were comfortable with it and you grew used to seeing branded goods being sent up to your new luxury apartment, as well as a new car. It was never-ending, Taehyung spoiled you like you were his princess.

The two of you had grown extremely close, considering you guys spent much more time in his penthouse. Every night or even day if he ever had a break, was a new sex adventure in a different corner of the house. Sofa? Kitchen table? Windows? Every single place.

He was a literal greek god. Chiseled abs, toned muscular arms that held you firmly as he thrusted into you. His moans were like sounds made by an angel and the way he fucked you, made you even more happy that you accepted his offer.

Taehyung would be lying if he said that he hadn’t gotten used to your presence. Immense happiness would fill his chest with a warm feeling whenever he awoke to the sight of your beautiful face, figure curled and snuggled into his chest. He would take the time to enjoy the sunrise if he had woken up early, hand brushing softly through your hair and leaving light feathery kisses on your face and neck.

It was the best feeling in the entire world, watching as the sky turned into a canvas that was painted with a variety of warm colours. It was a sight to behold. But it was nothing compared to you.

Memories of the night before, where the two of you just cuddled in the bed, his cock stuffed into your warm pussy, sharing stories about your day before falling into deep sleep soon after. Cock warming would have to be one of his favorite cuddle positions.

His heartbeat slowed to a comfortable pace. He felt at peace with you in his arms, as he looked out into the windows.

Taehyung couldn’t live without you.

It was a scary thought, given the fact that he never would’ve imagined falling in love with you over the year you guys spent together as Sugardaddy and sugarbaby.

But he got over it, you were worth it. Even with your hair in a mess, and a small drool dripping from your face, you were still the most gorgeous woman he had ever met. Not only that, you had the kindest of heart, always checking up on him, buying him good health products with your own money and even preparing home cooked meals for him.

Taehyung glanced down at you, a big smile gracing his face. He was staring at his sweetheart. The only person he could love with all his heart for the rest of his life.

Taehyung could only hope that you felt the same way as he did, even if you didn’t, he would’ve chased after you until you told him to stop.

He loved you more than anything.

and he couldn’t lose you.

He placed his shoes neatly, knowing how much you hated when he threw them without any care in the world.

“Babe?” he called out for you from the kitchen as he made a beeline for the cold, refreshing water in the fridge. As he turned around, he saw you cuddled up with a blanket on the sofa, a book loosely hanging from your hand while you slept in Taehyung’s hoodie.

Taehyung’s heart swelled, knowing that you had stayed up to wait for him. he sat on the sofa beside you, brushing your hair and leaving kisses on your face before you woke up.

“Tae? wha-what’s the time?” you asked groggily, which Taehyung found to be extremely adorable.

“Come on Honey, let’s get your sweet ass into bed. It’s one am” You had no energy to respond, only managing a small nod before you were lifted into Taehyung’s hard chest. His familiar smell making you snuggled closer into the crook of his neck.

Taehyung gently placed you on the bed, covering you with the comforter before taking a quick shower and joining you in bed.

He lifted the duvets before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You eyes were closing by the second. Taehyung gave you a kiss, gentle and sweet, taking his time to savor his favorite moment of the day.

“I love you so much” he mustered up when your eyes closed fully. Taehyung stared at you before kissing your forehead and taking a whiff of your shampoo that he absolutely adored. “i hope you’ll say yes baby” he mumbled, before joining you in dreamland almost immediately

You awoke to the sunlight peeking through the windows and the heavenly smell of pancakes. Stretching out a yawn and sitting up, you smiled, thinking of how perfect everything was. Although you knew it wasn’t going to be like this forever, at that moment, it seemed like happiness would be eternity.

With that you cuddled back into the blankets only to be dragged by taehyung as he chuckles at you.

“Babe wake up, i made pancakes” he whispered to you, carrying you and placing you on his lap like a baby. Taehyung placed a kiss on your lips before smiling cutely at you.

You shook your head and pouted cutely, knowing full well he would give in and feed you in bed. Taehyung groaned before pushing you playfully, heading towards the door while you laughed.

You quickly washed up and as you were coming out of the fancy bathroom, your jaws dropped at the scene in front of you, your eyes welling with tears.

Presents from different expensive brands, shoes, bags, flowers and balloons. A pack of your favorite candy, Hershey kisses on the bed and he held a plate of pancakes while waiting for you in bed.

“Tae...what’s all this?” your voice almost broke as you quickly strolled to his side. He set the pancakes on the bedside table and quickly pulled you to sit on his lap. His face had a slight red hue as he nuzzled into your neck nervously. “i er” Taehyung mumbled before take a deep breathe, turning your face towards him.

“Y/n L/n, you genuinely complete my life” he chuckled, booping you on the nose. “Baby, you’re the one i want to see whenever i wake up in the morning, the one i want to greet whenever i reach home. I want to do things just to make you happy and see your beautiful smile.” As he said that, you smiled widely.

“I know this wasn’t supposed to develop into a deep relationship but i can’t help it. You’ve made me fall, so deep in love with you sweetheart” He whispered, holding your chin and placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Be my girlfriend, move in with me. We can write a new chapter. I just want everyone to know that you’re mine, as much as i’m yours, officially” The tears you were holding in, finally slid down your cheeks as you nodded frantically and turning to hug him as tight as you could.

Taehyung wiped away your tears, smiling as he was trapped from beneath you. Unconsciously, you grinded softly on his manhood, feeling his rod perk even though he had already taken a cold bathe to calm himself down.

His moans motivated you as you sat upright, grinding harder onto his clothed manhood. His large hands radiating heat as he rubbed your hips from the sides before grabbing the ends of his t-shirt that you were wearing and pulled it over your shoulders and head.

“So beautiful, my angel”

His actions left you completely bare except for your panties that barely covered your pussy lips. Taehyung captured your lips in a hurry, but it expressed the passion and heat he was feeling.

His experienced hands maneuvered its way to your nipples, massaging them and he broke away from your kiss to suck on one of them. You unconsciously pushed him closer to your breasts, the immense pleasure overtaking you.

“T-tae please”

“Tell Daddy what you want hmm” he hummed, his lips leaving your breasts and instead sucking onto your neck like you were his next snack.

You were breathless, your pulse racing, you damn well feel the wetness pooling in your panties beneath you.

“w-want your dick please” you almost screamed out as his fingers pulled your panties aside and inserted three fingers in one go.

“So wet for me already baby? Bet i could slide my cock right inside of you easily. But first” Taehyung whispered. “Daddy’s going to enjoy himself”

he reached towards the bedside table, grabbing the choco syrup bottle that he left, and squirting it all over your chest and thighs.

Taehyung continued to finger you as he licked the syrup off your body. Your spine arched to meet his tongue.

“Moan out my name baby” Taehyung demanded, his thumb rubbing on your core, edging on your orgasm.

His fingers and tongue wonders for you and soon your toes were curling and your eyes were rolled back, screaming as you came on Taehyung’s fingers.

Taehyung groaned as he slid his fingers out of you and licked your juice, humming as he did so. “Sweeter than syrup” he smirked.

You were breathless, chest heaving up and down. Taehyung took out his dick from the sweatpants he were wearing. You licked your lips as the delicious sight of his erect cock made you even wet than before.

Taehyung slid down your soaked panties slowly, before pressing his face towards your wet cunt and taking a swift lick.

“you’re so damn delicious babygirl” licking his lips as he aligned his cock with the entrance of your pussy, prepping your already wet pussy with his precum

“P-please tae, put it in me” Taehyung smirked

“What’s my name babygirl” Taehyung demanded

“T-taehyung” you whimpered out, feeling his head sliding in and out quickly.

“No baby, what’s my name” He asked again

“D-daddy please” screaming as he entered with one big thrust

Taehyung’s hands held your hips as thrusted harder and harder. You moaned with each thrust as you felt his big cock stretching you out. “You look so sexy, beneath me, taking my cock like the good girl you are” Taehyung breathed out.

He watched your breasts bounce as he thrusted harder into you, watching your face contort into full pleasure as he hit your g-spot.

“Right there d-daddy, right there” you screamed, ready to release.

Taehyung groaned as he changed his angle, sliding into you deeper and harder. “I’m coming babygirl, cum with daddy”

“Give me your milk daddy please, use me, cum in me. I’m on the pill, please i need your cum” You cried out, Taehyung moaned at your dirty talk, loving how it sounded coming out of you.

After a few more thrusts, you came first, milking his cock and after helping ride out your high, Taehyung came afterwards, filling you with his hot cum, thick spurts releasing in you. Your chest heaved up and down, as Taehyung collapsed tiredly onto you, his face nestled in your soft breasts.

He pulled the blanket over the two of you, resting on his forearms to stare lovingly at you. Taehyung smiled softly, loving the after-sex glow and the soft sunlight that made you look more like an angel. You smiled tiredly at him, brushing away his bangs and gently rubbing his cheeks. Your smile widening as you felt him nuzzle into your soft touch.

“i love you so much Kim Taehyung, and i’ll be so happy to be your girlfriend” you whispered Taehyung grinned before standing up and carrying you princess style to the bathroom.

“I love you as much as i loved the breakfast session i just had” he grinned mischievously

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chase — renhyuck

“needy kitty. i can’t wait for purge night.”

tw bullying, violence, swearing, yandere themes, possessive themes, blood, weapons (a gun, a grenade), implied noncon, implied kidnapping, mentions of stalking

disc i dont condone this behavior

wc 5k

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29 hours before the annual purge

“hold her down—i said hold her down, idiot!”

putting everything into account, they saw you more like a glorified chew toy than an actual person.

they ruined your life simultaneously and it's ironic, that despite being sworn rivals, it seems you were their neutral ground—after one has had their own fun, you’re passed on to the other person so they can deliver that final, shattering blow that weakens your resolve.

it was meant to be that way because it had always been that way. you’re the unlucky loser that ignited the worse sides of both lee haechan and huang renjun.

they’re like oil and water; they don’t mix but with you, they found a compromise. stealing your lunch money, trashing your homework, quickies in between lectures. all of these should’ve been enough to give them a good power trip. but they’ve developed a hunger so severe that these past instances are but mere crumbs that hardly satisfy their cravings.

it was beyond exhausting, being caught in between two headstrong people that were unwilling to back down at any cost. their aggression and anger towards each other directly being channeled onto you as they shove and swing you around like some ragdoll.

you weren’t a bunch of kids, you knew that. you don’t cry and sob and say that it’s unfair, you hold your chin high and walk up to the guidance counselor’s office to report them for bullying. but you never should’ve underestimated the power of money and their respective families’ broad network of connections.

without a doubt, the empty promises for justice is what broke your heart the most. it breaks with every bruise, every tight grip, and every nasty name the people willingly turned a blind eye to.

it’s sad but it was a reality you taught yourself to get used to—the meek mouse learning how to evade the cats hot on her trail.

but you weren’t as lucky today.

“i am holding her down.”

a pair of lips comes in contact with your neck. its feathery and light at first until its biting down to mark you with his teeth. not too strong to draw blood, but enough to dent the surface of the skin.

haechan has an oral fixation. biting his lips. his nails. whenever you see him, he always has a lollipop on his mouth and if he doesn’t, he’s painting hickeys across your skin. you hated his oral fixation, especially when makeup and clothes proved useless to hide the marks he gives you.

“why run?” renjun asks you, slipping his fingers underneath your skirt as he kneels. “you know you have nowhere to hide in the campus.”

haechan snorts. “or anywhere else.”

it’s always the same thing. you go to school. you sit in your first period for thirty minutes until one of them shows up. then the other boy probably felt a gut instinct that he’s missing out on the fun. last time, it was an empty classroom in the abandoned left wing.

they like taking you there all the time, it was always dark, the blinds pulled and shut tight. not to mention it was incredibly dusty. but both male knew you’re afraid of the dark, exactly why it’s their favorite spot. but empty classrooms and supply closets are close seconds, too.

“you’re so pathetic. useless—only know how to whine like a fucking pornstar,” he quickly comments, feeling you arch against him when renjun’s tongue comes in contact with the pearl between your legs. “my cumdump.”

you feel a sharp exhale against your lower lips. you shudder. renjun clicks his tongue in annoyance. “can you shut up? you’re making my dick soft with all that talking.”

but haechan had ignored him completely, blissfully ignorant of the petite boy’s frustrations as he angles your head up to crash his lips onto yours. when he slightly pulls away, still playfully nibbling your bottom lip, what he said next made your blood run cold.

“needy kitty. i can’t wait for purge night.”‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

6 hours before the annual purge

the price to pay for protection started rising again this year and you, much like your neighbors, are in a sense of turmoil. jamming the doors with cabinets and nailing your windows with wood is hardly enough to satisfy the gnawing feeling in your stomach. much less when you didn’t even have a weapon to wield other than a wooden bat and a cheap taser you bought on sale.

“its not like anyone will be coming for you, right?” the little girl says, touching the randomest stuff in your apartment. her name was naeun and she never really liked pink and sparkles like most girls her age, maybe that’s why she took a liking to you.

her mom works a 9 to 5 and her grandma stays with her on occasion. but the old lady loved to sleep, naeun said, so she gets the chance to slip out and come knocking on your door. you tried shooing her out of your apartment countless times but she’s stubborn.

she reminds you of yourself.

“well, i hope no one does.” you joked, putting on a turtleneck.

naeun’s mom doesn't like you as much as it is, but if you yourself let naeun see the bruises on your skin? you’d hate yourself forever. “now, come on little missy, go back to your grandma. i need to head over to the bank to settle my protection fees.”

“but you just said no one is going to come for you anyway,” she whines stomping towards the door. “mom already settled ours yesterday becase grammy forced her to. mommy said it was just a waste of money because who’d bother to rob us anyway?”

a memory flashes in your head. two boys who’ve sandwiched you between them in the dark of a fucking supply closet at uni. wandering hands, labored whispers, curt giggles, one pair of lips trailing up your neck while the other up your inner thigh.

“needy kitty. i can’t wait for purge night.”

you needed that protection. that was no slip up because haechan never makes mistakes. if he wanted to make you feel like some animal on the run after catching a whiff of trouble then he sure is doing a good job.

“hey! i think you just went someplace else there,” naeun says, nudging your side irritably to get your attention again.

you try forcing out a chuckle but it doesn't work, still deeply peeved by a memory from last week replaying vividly in your mind. if they ever mean what they meant (which you know they do) then this is now more than just trying to get through the night—you have to survive, prepare, and pray neither of them finds you.

“i think your grandma’s right in doing what she did, naeun. with humans, you’ll never know.”

and just like that naeun went silent, bid you goodbye, and disappeared behind the apartment door.

the bank was a quick walk from your apartment. you hardly broke much sweat and you even managed to stop by the grocery store to make some last-minute runs. the store’s nearly empty, deserted of any human being as the seconds slowly but surely ticked away. it was only when you walked past aisle seven did you pause, the hairs on your back standing as a slow chill crawled up your spine.

you look over your shoulder.

no one’s there.

you swallow, quickly looking down your watch to check the time as you made your way to counter. 3 hours before the annual purge. you needed to get your ass moving. you just need to grab one more thing and you’ll best be on your way.

you practically ran towards the dairy section and just as you spin around, strawberry ice cream pint in your hands, you jump as he appears before you in thin air and you drop whatever you’re holding.

“such a skittish little kitten,” renjun clicks his tongue, bending down to retrieve the ice cream on the floor. “here you go.”

you couldn’t even stare at him in the eye. your hands shook but it wasn’t because of the cold desert. now you get it. it’s his eyes you felt on you earlier, ever intrusive and piercing as he watched you from afar. was he stalking you?

“i didn’t quite catch a thank you, kitty.”

how foolish of you to think he’ll let you duck away without at least speaking to him, hm?

“thank… thank you?”

renjun grins, satisfied with your stuttering as he raises a hand to ruffle your hair—he ignores how you flinched away from him—before walking away with one hand in his coat pocket, whistling an eerie tune that can haunt your nightmares way after purge night.

“see you later, kitten.”

if it wasn’t the whistling that set you on edge or that clear promise of your doom—it’s the pack of zip ties and duct tape in his hands.‏‏‎ ‎

you were watching a rerun of your favorite morning reality tv when it cuts to the dreaded blue screen showing the flag of korea.

this is not a test.

this is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the annual purge sanctioned by the south korean government.

weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the purge. all other weapons are restricted.

commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours.

police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning until 7 am when the purge concludes.

may god be with you all.

you’ll never get used to the blaring siren that echoes through the empty streets. you can feel the floor vibrating and it travels throughout your whole body as the dread starts sinking deep into your skin.

you’ve already double checked all your windows and the front door. activated the security system provided by the bank. and you’ve also already charged your taser and have hammered down nails into your wooden bat. fine. if they wanted to scare and bully you into a panicked frenzy, it did its job but fuck no will you go down without a fight.

you shut all the lights, the apartment basking in the moonlight glow brought by the translucent curtains as you make your way to your bedroom, nearest the emergency exit just in case they barge through your front door by force.

at first, nothing happened. it was peaceful. tranquil. you can hear a pin drop with how quiet it was. both inside and outside. you were almost tempted to cover your mouth in case you were breathing too loud.

it’s silent. until it wasn’t.

your phone rings. it’s there, vibrating on your desk and you make long strides until you’re face to face with a set of numbers on your screen. an unregistered contact. there’s a debate inside your head whether to answer it or not, fingers hovering between the red and green button… until it eventually lands on the green.

you put it up to your ear, hands sweating as you wait with bated breath for the person on the other end to speak.

“kitten?”

it’s renjun. you don’t answer.

“i can hear you breathing, you know. i can’t wait to see you. we’ll have so much fun together. it’s sad that i have to share with that imbecile but better half of you than nothing of you, right?” he laughs and you feel a rush of anger surge through you. yet, you don’t bother to give him the satisfaction of a reply.

“i can see you’re angry, little kitty. while it’s cute and hot… don’t be. turn that frown upside down for me, wouldn’t you?”

but the blinds are drawn he couldn’t have seen you—

“you’re never going to get me, you fucking bastard. i’m not scared of you,” you sure do hope he can’t hear the tremble in your voice. “whatever you plan on doing to me, you’ll fail.”

you walk back slowly, eyes darting everywhere to look for a camera they could’ve installed in your room. they have connections and the money to do it so you won’t put it past them.

“oh, my stupid kitty. how can we fail when we already got a head start?”

the floorboard behind you creaks and before you could turn around, someone slams your head against the desk. you hear a crack, whether it’s the screen of your laptop or your nose, you couldn’t tell. the person is agile and silent as he maneuvers you to the ground and seals your lips with duct tape.

“after all,” haechan giggles. “you can’t lock out what’s already inside, kitten.”

your phone lands somewhere near your head. renjun has already dropped the call and the line goes silent.

squirming, you glared at the person on top of you. is this how you’re gonna go? you can’t deny, even you yourself find this pathetic. the security alarms you bought, the nail-studded bat, your taser, everything was all for naught? just because you didn’t check under your bed to make sure no one was there?

how long was haechan waiting? when naeun was still here? when you went out to buy groceries?

you thought it would be fear you’ll be feeling as you get caught but the emotion isn’t present at all. instead, it’s white hot anger that overrides your system and forces you to act without thinking—and it just fucking saved your life.

haechan always saw you as a vulnerable, sad little human being who couldn’t do shit on her own. it’s easy to underestimate you and that’s his first mistake.

the second is rather foolish—not tying your legs up first. it’s all too easy to slam your forehead against his before jerking your leg up to knee him in the balls.

you can see the anger in his eyes clear as day as you made a run for it to the kitchen, having come up with another escape plan—because surely if you went down the emergency exit, haechan would’ve caught up easily with those long legs after he’s recovered from your assault.

your nose was probably bleeding and your head is in the early stages of a full blown migraine, at least you were able to function enough to wobble your way towards the trash chute situated near the stove. you had cursed that chute the first day you moved in here (who would put a trash chute next to a fucking stove) but the day has come for you to thank the gods that you have that in your house.

going for a swim in all your neighbors’ trash is disgusting and unplanned (plus, falling down maybe six floors to your doom) but you’ll choose that over lee haechan and huang renjun any day.

“don’t you dare fucking think about it!”

you flashed him the middle finger to tick him off. a petty retaliation for all the bullshit he and renjun put you through but it felt good nonetheless.

“catch me if you fuckers can.”

and you were falling down the trash chute.‏‏‎ ‎

okay, yeah—maybe you should’ve thought it through before hurling yourself six floors down only for some half-filled dumpster to catch you but at least you’re still alive, right? alive and free, mind you. but you don’t have time to celebrate.

it smelled awful and you swear your knees and elbows are bruised but you scramble to climb out and run away as fast as you can.

it was only haechan inside your apartment. no sign of renjun but he did see you somehow and you have no doubt it was a camera inside that room. you didn’t have much time to ponder for how long they were installed in your room. it’s the least of your worries at the moment.

you’re outside.

during purge night.

even if you did manage to escape it felt more like a win than a lose, forced out of your own apartment in nothing but shorts and a shirt—heck, you don’t even have shoes on!—it felt like they won. again.

if you’re not going to die in the hands of some other wacko, you’ll die of hypothermia. how nice.

you didn’t know where you were running to, the only thing you knew was you need to get the hell out of this neighborhood as fast as you can. you didn’t want to run in alleyways and risk getting stabbed for fun. maybe the sewer system… oh, right. you don’t have your phone on you and it’ll probably be pitch black down there.

you really, truly, genuinely didn’t want to run so out in the open but it was the best you can impulsively come up with.

when you feel like you’ve put a reasonable distance between you and the apartment, you stop, hands resting flat on your knees as you crouch to catch a breath. just as quick the adrenaline appeared as fast as it had disappeared. you feel the weight and tension crushing your legs, not to mention you’re really starting to feel that headache settle after headbutting haechan.

you almost collapse against the brick wall.

the last person you ever thought you’ll see jumps out from the corner of the alleyway and you almost broke their nose.

until you saw who it was.

“NAEUN?”

their apartment got raided, some buffy sickos who they had the misfortune of breaking into their house to purge. luckily they got away, but after getting attacked on the streets, naeun got separated after she ran for her life just like you did. you can’t help but feel sorry for the little girl, who experienced the full effect of this godforsaken holiday.

this is bad. you can’t leave her but it’s tough enough to have to fend for yourself. you’re not so sure whether you can protect another human being but you’ll have to try.

“did your mom or grandma tell you anything? anything at all?” you ask, crouching to her eye level. “you said your mom knew the way… where? what do you mean?”

“mom said they’re providing refuge on the other side of town but it’s a 30-minute drive. walking would take longer.”

shit. you didn’t want to risk it. you don’t have a car and you’d rather die right here right now than walk another step out in the streets—

“who’s ‘they’?”

“i don’t… i don’t know. she didn’t say.”

you licked your chapped lips. you can’t trust what she’s saying, not when you didn’t even know these people. it’s too risky, not to mention you’re already running from not one, but two people.

naeun sits next to you against the bricked wall of the alley, looking down at her lap. “i’m scared,” she admits. you hear a tremble in her voice. “are mom and grammy de—”

“no,” you cut her off, pulling her tiny body against yours. when you feel her fists clutching your jacket, you swear to protect this girl with your life. “no, they’re not. i’m sure they’re heading there now to the refuge center just like we are.”

her head pokes out, looking up towards you. “we’re going? i thought you didn’t want to.”

you shake your head, wiping her tears. “well, it’s the one way for you to meet your mom and grammy, right?”‏‏‎ ‎

walking down the streets during purge night—man, this has got to be the most ballsy thing you’ve ever done after that one time you spat at renjun in the eye. you managed to find a litter of bodies way into thirty minutes of walking and you nearly sent naeun flying onto the asphalt with how hard you pushed her back. she couldn’t see this mess, you’d be damned to allow a nine-year-old walk right into psychological trauma.

you pocket a gun—you didn’t have enough courage to fight with a knife. you wiped the blood off using your shirt before shoving them down onto the garter of your shorts. you didn’t bother to take their shoes, none of them would’ve fit you anyway and it’ll just slow you down.

“hey, are you alright? is that blood—”

“it’s not mine, naeun. come on, let’s get moving.”

for two hours you walked towards this mysterious refuge center on the other side of town and both you and naeun managed to evade death three times.

the first attack: a group of high schoolers with their uniforms on. there were three of them, about your height, and while you weren’t responsible for the blood on your shirt, you’re not so sure about their lot. they looked crazy, excited even, but sloppy in the way they flung their knives and bats around. their first purge, you assumed, so it was fairly easy to take them down. a bullet to the head worked like a charm. naeun didn’t say anything when you urged her out of her hiding place to flee the scene. three bullets left.

the second attack: it was a surprise, one that got you stabbed in the shin of your right leg. it was a drunkard with a knife, you could smell him as you walked past by his slumped form in the sidewalk. he wasn’t moving, so you thought he was dead and it was poor judgement on your part. it’s pathetic getting injured this way, you thought, but at least it was you who faced the consequences and not naeun. two bullets left.

the third attack: two men but deadlier than the girls and the drunk. you didn’t get to reason out with either of them, not when they drove their cadillac at 140 miles per hour and nearly ran you over. a chill crept up your spine when you saw the bloody, naked women strapped down onto the hood. victims. you didn’t engage in any form of combat, it’s impossible, so you took naeun in your arms and ran straight to the back alleys. number of bullets remain the same.

three lucky strikes.

three times you’ve cheated death.

but time is up and your luck has run out.

“beating up a girl? what a coward, if you ask me,” you say, spitting out a tooth after someone kneed you in the face. you were in no position to say such things when they’ve got you busted up and bloody, left eye swollen after one hard punch.

naeun is nowhere to be seen.

good.

who knows what these assholes could’ve done to her. you told her to run so she better fucking run and make sure she lives through this nightmare.

another kick flies to your ribs and you lie sprawled on the dirty pavement of an alleyway—what an uncool way to die but at least you’ll die with a clear conscience.

you passed by city hall a few minutes ago. surely, the refuge center is not too far from there. naeun will make it safe. she’ll make it.

“what’s that look on her face? is she dead?”

another one scoffs. “well… if they’re after her then she’s as good as dead.”

you blacked out. ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎

you hate the scent of disinfectant. it crawls up your nose and you hate how the stench is so strong you can taste it on your tongue. this isn’t heaven, not when you know you’re better off burning in hellfire.

unless you weren’t dead—your eyes shoot open, sitting up in haste as you clutch the thin blanket.

rows upon rows of the same cot you were lying on greets you. people injured, some standing, some sitting. there were people treating them, too, but they were in normal clothes so this can’t be a hospital. in fact, it looked like you’re in some warehouse, stacks of metal crates sealing off all entrances.

“it’s the refuge,” you whisper.

“you’re awake!” before you could even turn around, a body launches itself onto you and nearly makes the cot collapse. judging by the small frame and the pitchy voice—

“naeun, be careful!” her mother hisses but the girl in between your arms couldn’t care less. if she’d been an adult, she’d be squeezing the life out of you. when she pulls you closer, your healing ribs made a strike of pain surge through you.

you groan, bowing in the pain. distantly, you can hear the mother and daughter fighting and it was a banter you’ve never experienced with your own mom. it nearly made you tear up from the overwhelming wave of emotions you were feeling but all else disappears when a person tenderly grips your shoulder.

“thank you for taking care of my granddaughter.” the old lady was smiling appreciatively as she stared at you.

that was it. it could’ve been the happy ending to a gruesome and bloody storyline—it should’ve been, family of three reunites again and that was all thanks to you, right?

but even heroes have their own bad endings.

you heard the ticking of the grenade only seconds before it detonates. the other refugees didn’t even have the time to take cover as some closest to the sealed doors were sent flying so far back they crashed into the row of crates behind you.

you were severely injured, limping, ribs broken, and you only had one good eye to rely on—yet the first thing you thought of was protecting naeun. maybe the midget had a way of worming herself into your heart. but before you even push yourself off the cot, a figure emerges from the smoke.

petite and harmless, pretty as the tips of his hair grazed porcelain cheekbones. renjun’s eyes are as cold and calculating as can be and it’s the only thing that terrifies you to no end. when he opens his mouth, anger is hidden well underneath that calm tone.

“i’ll give you one minute to come here willingly.”

there’s no room for bargain, he needn’t when he knows you have absolutely nothing to offer him but yourself. he doesn’t finish his sentence but he trusts you’re smart enough to figure out the silent threat—come, or he’ll turn this place into a fucking bloodbath.

cornered and weak, defenseless. weird how they have a fixation for calling you ‘kitty’ when they’re the cats in this chase.

“naeun,” you whisper, trying to crane your neck to look for her in the filth of rocks and debris. please don’t be hurt.

you freeze when you feel a barrel pointing at your head. it was only there for seconds, haechan probably doesn’t have the guts to hurt you in any way permanently (unless it’s inflicted with his own hands and not through some other medium).

“ah, look. now we have matching black eyes,” he giggles like a madman, craning your neck up and the leather in his globes brings discomfort to your skin.

you see the way the other refugees looked at you—scum, dirt on their feet that brought about trouble in their lives. they were already badly hurt as it is and now, this happened? you don’t blame them.

not one man tried to stand up for you as haechan hauls you up and throws you down on renjun’s feet. your ribs were screaming and you’re cold and so, so afraid. with shaky fingers, you gestured towards the crowd. “just... please, don’t hurt them. they don’t have anything to do with this.”

renjun coos. such a cruel smirk for a pretty face. “aw, such an angel my darling is. always thinking of others instead of her own safety. funny because i don’t think you’ve ever done such a thing for me and haechan, though. i wonder why...”

the latter digs his heel in your injured legs and you scream as black starts to surround the corners of your vision. you tried to crane your neck back, pleading eyes wanting to look at the assaulter but renjun’s calloused hand is gripping your chin too tight.

“should we make a bargain, kitten?”

you stare deep into renjun’s eyes. he knows you don’t have anything left, he can see it in your glassy eyes, too wide and vulnerable. he’s doing this all for show, trying to make you even more desperate and self-aware of your eventual demise.

and you thought haechan was the only cunning one.

“what… what bargain?"

renjun practically gleams in pride. “i’ll let everyone walk free—even your precious little naeun—that’s her name, right? the little girl you’ve been protecting the whole night?—we’ll let her and everyone in this building walk away unharmed. that’s my bargain. you know how those work, right? now, you need to give me something i want.”

forcing you to offer yourself up to them.

what a brutal way to crush your pride.

choice wasn’t an option. if you don’t oblige and choose to run away on your own, they’ll kill them and still hunt you down. you gotta say, it was a tempting bargain that appealed to the sense of heroics in your heart. naturally, you have to choose where there is less blood shed. and as renjun lets go of your chin and lets you look over your shoulder to meet little naeun’s eyes, how she sobbed against her mother’s arms and shook her head and screamed…

“hurry, kitten. i don’t like to be kept waiting.”

you know what needs to be done.

“me. i’ll give you… me.”‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎

they stood playing a game of pool in the dead of night. it’s peaceful inside the estate while the city beyond rampaged and burned. they achieved their goal, had finally seen an end to a plan that had been set in motion for years. they’ve succeeded and the broken woman lying on the bed meters from the pool table is proof of their victory.

“don’t you just love it when an elaborate plan works like clockwork, injun?” he asks, voice like trickling honey as he hits number 9 with the cue ball.

the other, more petite male, rolls his eyes but doesn’t disagree. “oh, please, people like us always triumph, donghyuck. it’s nothing new. although i am surprised that little girl and her so-called “family” played along so well. almost had me fooled.”

“i agree. it's such a shame they had to go.”

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