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complete-in-ix · 2 years ago

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Night Rain (Fly Me To The Moon)

Rated: M Warning(s): Softcore smut

Description: Thanks to conflicting schedules, Jinsung hasn't seen his boyfriend Doyum in nearly a month, and his yearning is enough to make even the sun start to cry. A dream and a sudden ribbon of nightly rainshowers hail Doyum's return, and with every drop on their bedroom window, their love is reaffirmed—and blossoms into something new amid the downpour.

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Jinsung wakes up to the sound of rain on his window. He blearily lifts his head to check the time on the clock at his bedside table: 10:45. He huffs out a sigh, burying his head back in his soft, welcoming pillows. He would have let the rain lull him right back to sleep if the sheets behind him didn’t stir, a hand gently wrapping around his waist and pulling him close against a warm chest.

“Good morning,” a familiar voice murmurs, still rough with sleep. Jinsung’s heart does a funny little flip in his chest, and suddenly he’s wide awake.

“Doyum?” Jinsung croaks. “Thought you wouldn’t be back until this afternoon.” He cranes his head to look at him even though his eyes are still half crusted over.

Jinsung’s beloved boyfriend merely shrugs in response, the motion jostling him a little. “Work was slow enough yesterday that I could leave early, and I didn’t see any reason to wait,”

“Why didn’t you wake me up? I missed you…” Jinsung rolls over to face Doyum as he speaks, hoping the rustling of the sheets will drown out his last three words—which were muttered barely over a whisper. Doyum pulls him back into arms as soon as he settles back down, his face barely a centimeter from his.

“I’m sorry, I just figured you could use some rest. Besides, you looked like you were having a wonderful dream.” Doyum cups his cheek oh-so-gently, completely unfazed by Jinsung’s bare, sleep-swollen face. “You can go back to sleep if you want, I’m just going to make breakfast.”

“No way, I want food.” Contrary to his words, Jinsung flings an arm and a leg around Doyum’s body, pulling him in close enough to bury his face in his chest. He takes a deep breath, taking in Doyum’s sweet scent.

“I’ll gladly make you some, but I can’t really do that if you won’t let me out of bed,” Doyum chuckles. Jinsung only grunts in response, burying himself in even deeper—partly out of spite and partly out of possessiveness. He had been left with residual traces of his boyfriend for nearly a month thanks to exams and work schedules while other people in some dance class on a whole other college campus got to be up close and personal with the source, so Jinsung has every right to indulge!

He’s jostled out of his thoughts by Doyum’s soft laughter, reverberating through his body and stirring up a fresh swarm of butterflies—and a loud growl—in Jinsung’s stomach.

“Come on, your stomach doesn’t lie. Let me up and we can both eat.” Doyum nudges Jinsung until he finally looks up. Jinsung glares when he sees Doyum’s lips tightly pursed to prevent him from laughing, and for a split second he’s torn on whether to kiss him or kill him. He decides on the former, but Doyum is quick to block him, pushing him away and making his escape with a final “Nope, no kisses until you brush your teeth!” called over his shoulder. Defeated, Jinsung slumps back down on the bed. Well, his bed now, considering how Doyum decided to abandon him.

“This is boyfriend mistreatment!” Jinsung shouts as the bathroom tap turns on.

“Terms and conditions aren’t mistreatment, I need to train you properly!” Doyum shouts back, muffled around a toothbrush. Jinsung pouts at the ceiling, pretending it’s Doyum.

“You’re pretending some inanimate object is me and giving it angry puppy eyes again, aren’t you?”

“...”

One minute and a thrashing of blankets later, Jinsung joins Doyum at the bathroom sink. He goes about his usual morning routine somewhat on autopilot, too distracted watching his boyfriend doing his million-year skincare routine to really focus on anything else.

“I can tell you’re staring,” Doyum teases, his eyes shut tight as he applies yet another something-or-other that Jinsung keeps forgetting the use of.

“No I’m not,” Jinsung deflects, “your eyes are closed, there’s no way you can tell.” He petulantly tears his gaze away from Doyum, finally making eye contact with himself in the mirror for the first time in about fifteen minutes.

“We’ve been together long enough that I can just tell. Am I really that pretty?” Doyum teases. Jinsung’s “Yes.” tumbles from his mouth before he can even think to hesitate. Doyum’s face lighting up with the compliment is worth Jinsung’s embarrassment though, especially when Doyum finishes patting on his last whatever-it-is and leans up to kiss him on the cheek.

“I’m honored to hear it, especially coming from you,” Doyum murmurs. He drapes his hands on Jinsung’s shoulder, leaning on him ever so slightly while he admires them both in the mirror. Jinsung follows his gaze to the two of them in the mirror, both in their pajamas, and Doyum, looking like he just walked straight out of a kdrama with just slightly tousled hair next to Jinsung—hair a rat’s nest, sleepies still clinging to his eyes, and his face a puffy mess of drool and toothpaste. Even in his messy state, his heart still soars like he’s on the top of the world (while brushing his teeth, because being in love is like that sometimes).

“I’m going to make breakfast, you take your time.” Doyum leaves him with a pat on the shoulder, and he can’t help but notice how cold it is in his absence. He hurries through the rest of his routine, and if Doyum hears his sharp curse when he splashes cold water all over himself, no he didn’t. He strips off his shirt and blindly tosses it into the hamper as he makes his way back into the bedroom, contemplating what to wear.

He’s right about to decide on a shirt when faint music starts drifting through the thin apartment walls accompanied by Doyum singing, soft and alluring like a siren. Shirt be damned, he wanders into the kitchen, faintly aware that he would die if he were a pirate. Then again, what pirate would be able to resist that voice?

“Oh boy, you're so 위험 위험 위험, 이미 난 네 아름다움에 눈멀었네~”

He finds Doyum at the stove, his back turned to him as he works on breakfast. He doesn’t flinch when Jinsung drapes himself over his back, leaning into his embrace with a smile instead.

“Bit of a horny song for eleven in the morning, isn’t it?” Jinsung teases, nuzzling Doyum’s ear. Doyum only giggles and guides Jinsung’s arms to wrap around his waist.

“Bit of a horny outfit for eleven in the morning. Or lack of an outfit, I should say.” Doyum cheekily nudges his hips against Jinsung’s, and he seriously considers skipping breakfast in favor of eating something else for a second. He decides against it for now, if only because he’s hungry.

“Don’t tempt me before I’ve eaten.” Jinsung punctuates his words with a gentle bite to Doyum’s shoulder. “Besides, I wanna set up those LEDs we got last month, I wanna see how they help the mood. Plus I haven’t even told you about the dream I had.”

“Okay, okay. Tell me after breakfast, I’m hungry.” Jinsung nods, and they fall into a comfortable silence for their usual routine.

“So, my dream was honestly a little weird at first,” Jinsung starts, half an hour and a makeout session at the kitchen sink later. “It was like, I was watching the sun? Or I was the sun maybe, I don’t know. But I had this feeling, like I was lonely even though I had all this light and warmth shining out all around me, but no one was there.” He unwinds the string of lights as he speaks, occasionally glancing over to Doyum. He’s busy clearing out anything that could be knocked over or broken by their little decoration project, but he still looks over at Jinsung at every chance he gets so he knows he’s listening.

“Go on, I can hear you,” Doyum calls from just outside the door, where a little pile of stuff from on top of their dresser is starting to build up.

“I kept calling out and sending out like, solar flares and stuff just to see if anyone would come, but no one did, and eventually it just got so heavy that I started crying.”

“Oh, babe—”

“—Well, sort of, but at that point it didn’t really feel like me, if that makes sense? Like, I was there experiencing it, but it wasn’t… me , if that makes sense?” Jinsung is quick to dispel Doyum’s concern, though his boyfriend’s compassion does warm his heart.

“Mm, I get what you mean. You were saying?”

“Yeah yeah, and I know this is totally impossible for the sun to create water or anything, but I saw ‘my’ teardrops flowing down and they turned into this like, river, almost, and as I kept crying, it like. Crystallized? I don’t know how it happened, but eventually the tears turned into the moon.” Jinsung bites his lip, suddenly self-conscious to continue. “I don’t know, I told you it was kinda weird.”

“I don’t think it’s weird. Your subconscious created all that, I think it’s beautiful, hearing a little bit of how your mind works.” Doyum crosses the room to kiss him on the cheek. “If you don’t want to tell me, that’s okay, too.”

“No no, I want to, it’s just…” Jinsung doesn’t meet Doyum’s eyes, a light blush slowly creeping over his face as he replays the dream in his mind. “It gets a little sticky.” Doyum raises an eyebrow. “Er—not sticky, sappy.” Jinsung bites his tongue, internally screaming. It’s not that he doesn’t want Doyum to know that he dreams about him, and neither of them are strangers to sticky (both in a pleasant and unpleasant context). This dream though, this one had felt a little different, like Jinsung’s subconscious had opened the door to a new level of their relationship, and all he had to do was step through.

“I don’t mind sappy.” Doyum’s voice cuts through Jinsung’s thoughts, and he’s guided to look at him by a soft hand on his cheek. “I love you, and that includes anything that your subconscious mind can make you dream of.”

Jinsung melts into Doyum’s touch, perhaps a little more so than he would before. Then again, who wouldn’t after hearing those three special words for the first time?

“I love you, too.” He finally meets Doyum’s eyes, and he swears he sees the galaxy light up in their depths when his words reach him. “I think this dream is what made me realize it.”

Doyum doesn’t give Jinsung any time to get flustered again, swooping down to kiss him. Jinsung hates cliches, but the only way he could describe this feeling is like falling—except there’s no fear, just a rush that he dives into head-on.

Jinsung is a little dazed when Doyum pulls away for air, though he’s still coherent enough to remember he hasn't done his retelling to the boy he loves (he can finally say it with confidence!).

“Y’know how it made me realize?” Jinsung asks, his hand coming up to hold Doyum’s in place on his cheek.

“How?”

“After the moon was formed, I—the sun—was still crying, but then… I don’t really remember how exactly it happened, but it shimmered, sort of, and then it was you. I don’t think I saw you in the dream, not really, but I knew the moon was supposed to be you.” Jinsung feels like he's drowning under the weight of Doyum's eyes on him, but this time he refuses to escape the tide. “I don’t think either of us said anything, but I remember you came orbiting over—and I know there’s no such thing as ‘over’ or ‘under’ in space—but you came to lie over me and I remember you were above me and I calmed down instantly, it just…. It felt right . And then you kissed me, and—”

Jinsung’s mouth clicks shut and he flushes red. He isn’t shy about his desires with Doyum, but to admit that he’d dreamed about this on the same night that he realized he truly loves him seems a little shallow.

“And? Then what?” Doyum asks, pretty eyes shining with curiosity and concern. Jinsung scrambles internally for a moment, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere.

“I—I’ll tell you once we finish setting these up, they’ll set the right mood.”

Doyum raises an eyebrow, but the sparkle still doesn’t leave his eyes. Precious , Jinsung thinks. It takes him back to earlier in the kitchen, hearing Baekhyun’s Bambi flowing from Doyum’s lips. Jinsung bites his lip, mischievous. He has the full intention to be open and sincere, but he still wants to play.

“... I’ll show you, actually—” Doyum lights up. “—but only if it rains later tonight. I’ll show you then.”

“Tease. You’d better show me every rainy night for this whole week if it does.”

“Deal.” Jinsung had always loved the sun, but when the clouds gave them some quiet time to set up their lights, he only wanted it to pour.

The universe must be in on their little game, since at precisely nine o’clock that night, there’s a telltale tapping on the bedroom window—right as Doyum is stepping in. Just the sight of him in the doorway, softly illuminated by the streetlights outside filtering through their cheap curtains, has Jinsung’s heart racing in anticipation.

“So, you were going to show me what the best part of your dream was like?” Doyum asks.

“Yeah, just give me one second…” Jinsung fiddles with the LED remote in his hands, something that Doyum is sure to pick up on as he makes his way to the bed.

Doyum doesn’t look at all surprised when the room is suddenly bathed in a sultry red and Jinsung drags him down onto his lap.

“Is this okay?” Jinsung asks, his lips hovering just above Doyum’s neck. He can feel the way Doyum’s breath hitches before he swallows, the way Doyum’s hands are already sliding up his shirt, but he still waits for a verbal confirmation.

“I’ve been missing you too long to be anything but okay,” Doyum murmurs, and that’s all Jinsung needs.

That’s how the first night starts, Doyum’s body over Jinsung so he can be taken apart and pieced back together long into the night. Jinsung had never thought that Doyum’s pretty, pale neck would look so good like this, marred with red bites and bruises that fade to purple in the morning.

He reminds Doyum of it through the entire day, perhaps a little more than he would have before—then again, he hadn’t truly known what it’s like to explore the body of someone he truly loves before. Doyum swats at him and acts flustered every time he does, but by the way Doyum’s hands will subconsciously wander to his throat and trace over the marks with a sort of reverence, Jinsung can tell that he feels the same.

The second night starts more gradually, warm rain drip-dripping down their windows at the same pace as Doyum’s hands wandering over Jinsung’s body, first his arms, his shoulders, his chest, his torso—until he’s soaked in desire and whimpering Doyum’s name. This night leaves no marks, but Jinsung still feels Doyum’s fingerprints well into the next day.

The third night brings a storm like no other, wind and rain battering their apartment so hard that the walls rattle ever so slightly. Doyum nearly cowers away this time, but the sight of Jinsung looking down at him like he hung the moon, lit up by flashes of lightning, is enough to keep him in the mood. He apologizes profusely for the scratches he ends up leaving on Jinsung’s back the next morning, but Jinsung admires them instead, shivering not in pain when Doyum touches them.

They change their sheets before the fourth night. One might argue that the drizzle that accompanies their languid kisses isn’t enough rain to count for their game, but being young and in love negates that argument. Perhaps Jinsung is a little rougher than the weather calls for tonight, but neither of them really mind—especially not when Doyum’s hands are gripping his hips and digging in until he bruises. Jinsung’s legs are still a little shaky the next morning, a fact that he proudly flaunts despite Doyum’s concern.

On the fifth night, it doesn’t rain until they’ve both fallen deeply asleep. Still, their desire seeps into both their dreams, driving them to blindly seek each other’s embrace, unconsciously rocking against each other until they wake, sticky and tangled together. Doyum is too flustered to look Jinsung in the eye until it’s past noon no matter how Jinsung tries to reassure him, which he finds impossibly endearing.

The sixth night progresses much like the first, heavy clouds gathering about during the day and pouring out their accumulated drops right as Doyum presses a deep kiss to Jinsung’s lips. He’s more playful tonight, sucking dark marks into Jinsung’s chest in a heart shape right above where the organ pounds. Jinsung teases him for being sentimental, but Doyum is quick to flip it right back, sinking into him and giving no release until Jinsung is spilling his heart out before him. Jinsung means every word, repeating them to Doyum the next day every time he gets a chance to.

By the last night of their bet, Jinsung can feel Doyum in his veins. There are no longer any flashing sparks or life-changing revelations when they touch, but a soft calm instead, like the past week’s rain has formed a deep pool of love that he can dive into whenever Doyum is nearby. He can stir the waters up if he wants to, and Doyum will react accordingly, rising to meet him or oh-so-gently pulling him down until he’s calm. This, Jinsung realizes, is what it means to settle down—something that once terrified him. How ridiculous, he thinks, to have been scared of something as wonderful as this.

Doyum is the first to make a move tonight, one hand slipping under Jinsung’s shirt as that routine pitter-patter starts up on their window. Just that alone is enough to set off a buzz under Jinsung’s skin, though he sees no need to rush into anything tonight. He’s content with kissing Doyum until he’s pliant underneath him until Doyum gives him a certain look, one that he’s powerless to resist. Despite Doyum’s insatiability, the night is gentle, soft sighs amid gentle creaking from the worn bedsprings. Anything louder would cast a stone onto their gentle ripples and break the mood. They linger in each other’s embrace even after they’re both spent, exchanging soft kisses and sweet nothings until they both fall asleep.

Even though their game is over by the next morning, their new feelings are far from it. It must be obvious, if the texts from their friends have anything to say about it.

Junseo

@Doyum Hey where are u Yongha-hyung wants to know if you and Jinsung are coming out tonight

Sungwon

@Jinsung where are you and Doyum-hyung? did you guys have a fight? Junseo-hyung says you guys didn’t show up last night

Taekhyeon

@Doyum @Jinsung did u guys like die or something Yongha

We would know if they were dead. Let them have some space, you know how much they've missed each other

Seunghwan

Ah, young love 😩

Taewoo

If they’re not dead then where are they??

Taekhyeon

lol what if they got married

Sungwon

GASP

Junseo

They totally could have, why else would they disappear the instant they get to see each other again?

Yongha

I highly doubt they would move that fast

Taekhyeon

u never know hyung! it could be possible!

Yechan

@Doyum @Jinsung Congrats on your pre-marriage lol

Sungwon

if you guys break up after this I will cry 🥺

Jinsung sighs fondly at his stupid friends before gently setting down his phone, careful not to wake Doyum. His mind swirls around the image that they put in his mind as he goes back to sleep. While marriage is still definitely far away for them, now that he thinks of it… He can’t see any future for himself without Doyum by his side.

He’ll look for a promise ring tomorrow.

#night rain (fly me to the moon)#1the9 #jinyum #college au #annual #wrote this for a friend's birthday #i had talked about it in a jinsungers gc and got kicked from said gc for it #even though i had talked about my fics in that same gc before planning this fic #it was really funny #also i wrote the end bit without knowing a thing about 1the9 #so if u see my mistake no you don't

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inv3ga · 2 years ago

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My dearest Han Jisung simps, I am on a mission.

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A) knows what he's doing in the sack.

B) AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WRITE FEW FICS WHERE HE'S A DOM 😭😭😭

Pls help🥺

ALSO! let me know if you post lot of BANG CHAN AND/OR HAN!!! I need more of them in my life.

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kim-miyeon · 4 years ago

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Hell Above-Chapter Ten

PAIRINGS: Hwang Hyunjin x Female Reader

WARNINGS: Series contains mature content. read at your own discretion. Mafia!AU, explicit language, suggestive language, slight sexual scenes, pregnancy family issues, mild abuse, angst, 18+

WORD COUNT: 5K

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I Will Soon Forget The Color Of Your Eyes And You’ll Forget Mine

Time was a funny concept. Who knew that time could feel so slow in moments of fast pace and heightened anxiety. Then in the slower passing moments, when your mind drifts off into a deep end, time clicks slowly.

Like it was for Hyunjin.

He sat there, pen in his hand sketching out images that plastered in his mind. Eyes glued into the white sheet, lost in the daze. Each stroke, darker than the next, until the picture became more clear. That with each passing stroke he sketched a woman. A woman imprinted on his mind. Constantly in his heart, stained there forever.

His mind wandered off to moments of your smile. Heart fluttered as he imagined the days he would see you sparkle under the sun rays, skin glowing… you were so radiant. His lips pulled to the side, half smiled trying to replay the sound of your voice. The way you laughed, smelled, touch. Every bit of you… was now a distant memory. Just a faint image of a woman who was there and now was gone. And Hyunjin ached every day from your absence.

A knock at the door cause Hyunjin to jolt with surprise as he looked up from the sketch and saw the head of Jisung pop through the door as he opened.

“Sorry to bug you but,” Jisung paused as he walked over to Hyunjin’s desk holding a garment bag, “your suit is here.”

Hyunjin watched as Jisung walked further and laid the garment bag down on the side couch as he continued, “ your father said that you should meet Jin-Ae at…”

“Did you find her?”

Jisung stood there looking at Hyunjin as he had been cut off. Hyunjin’s demeanor was serious as he looked back at Jisung, trying to get an answer for his question.

“Hyunjin..” Jisung sighed, “it’s been over a month now. Don’t you think that maybe we should st-“

“Keep looking? Yes.” Hyunjin interjected and set his pen down on the desk.

“What if she doesn’t want to be found?”

Hyunjin heart skipped an uneasy beat to Jisung’s question. You had been gone for so long, with no trace of where you could be, and no update if you’ve been seen. It wasn’t a secret that people knew Hyunjin was suffering, and he craved you. He never thought that he could function in a world where you no longer lingered close by and how he could feel a sense of emptiness within him. All in all, Hyunjin knew that if anyone found out that he was sending Jisung out to try and conjure up information on you, it could mean serious punishment.

But Jisung’s words did have incredible meaning behind them. What if you didn’t want to be found? What if you really left everything behind and what if you really didn’t love Hyunjin? All those feelings, Hyunjin tried to suppress. He didn’t want to believe that you could be that cold hearted to capture his heart the way you did and let him pour his most vulnerable self out just so you can break him. You weren’t heartless, at least that’s what he wanted to believe. You were a kind woman. Gentle. Even behind a gun, Hyunjin imagined you as graceful as an angel. Even after knowing that you also had blood on your hands, he couldn’t spare to think that you were a monster in sheep’s clothing.

But you could have been the devil in disguise.

“Keep looking.” Hyunjin croaked out softly and Jisung exhaled loudly as he nodded and turned on his feet to walk back out of the office.

Hyunjin lifted his hands to his face as he rubbed his skin. He groaned at the feeling of the pressure but also the frustration and emotional burnout. How did it come to this? That’s all he thought about. How did any of this occur? He let his mind drift back to the day you left and the morning after, reflecting on a day living in hell.

******************************************************* Hyunjin’s arm extended out to the side of the bed feeling the smoothness of the sheets against his fingertips. His mind in bliss as he recollected bits of moments from the night before. You were here, you were always here. He smiled and pulled his hand back when he realized, you weren’t. His eyes shot opened, straining against the light of the morning as he realized that you weren’t in bed. Was it a dream? Could he have dreamt of you here? He frantically looked around the room for answers and saw his clothes on the ground, but no sign of you being with him.

“Y/N?” Hyunjin flung the sheets over his body, pulling hims self up as he ran out the room and into the living room.

Empty.

You weren’t sitting on the sofa, cozy up in your favorite blanket watching a random show. You weren’t in the kitchen, wearing an oversized shirt and no pants, cooking you two breakfast. You weren’t in the dining room, setting the table, asking Hyunjin if he preferred juice of coffee.

You weren’t there.

“Fuck..” Hyunjin ran back into his room and grabbed his phone quickly as he began to dial your number. He stood there hands rummaging his hair and looking around.

“The number you are trying to reach has bee-“

“No no NO. FUCK Y/N answer the phone!!”

He dialed again and thought thoroughly about last night. You held a gun at him. You were in the basement of the Lee Mansion. You came home. You told him you would be honest. He made a promise to you. He wasn’t going to do everything he could to keep you next to him. So why did you leave?

That’s when Hyunjin saw it. When his blood stopped cold and ears grew hot. Stomach frozen and breath hitched. The last thing he thought he’d ever see.

Your wedding ring on the bedside table.

“The number you are trying to reach has been disabled.”

“Y/N..”

Hyunjin felt the sickness in the pit of him and he felt the tears burning against his eyes. He walked over to the ring that had been so beautiful places on your finger for two years, sitting on the wooden table. No note. No anything. Just this. You were gone. Hyunjin choked back his tears as he felt his legs give out from the pain and sat down on the floor holding the ring in his hand as he couldn’t hold his tears anymore.

“DAMMIT.”

His phone buzzed and Hyunjin immediately reacted as he turned to grab it faster than light, only to see Jisung’s caller ID pop up. Disappointment was an understatement.

“Hello?” Hyunjin managed to choke out through the tears.

“Hyunjin you gotta get to the office right now.”

“What’s wrong?” Hyunjin stood up wiping his face.

“Your father’s here.”

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Hyunjin walked into the conference room to find his father and mother sitting at the head of the table, Jisung, Chan, and Changbin sitting next to him and Yeji at the front.

Hyunjin looked to his parents and bowed his head in respect. “Hello Father. Hello Mother.”

“Hello my son, care to tell me why your sister called a family meeting?” Hyunjin’s father spoke and Hyunjin confusingly turned to Yeji and she smiled at him.

“I am calling for the removal of Hwang Hyunjin as leader.”

Hyunjin squinted at Yeji who cocked her eyebrow as Hyunjin took a seat next to his fathers. Hyunjin saw Changin’s eyes widened and Chan turned to Hyunjin. Hyunjin’s father laughed.

“Is that so? And what evidence to you have against my son that you feel needs to end with his removal?”

“Your son has been married to the leader of the Lee family for two years and failed to execute her last night during a planned attack that Chan and I put together.

Hyunjin looked at Chan who’s eyes grew and looked back at Hyunjin. Anger stemmed from Hyunjin’s demeanor. A sense of backstabbing came after hearing those words. Jisung looked at Hyunjin in concern as Hyunjin looked down at the table in disbelief of the situation.

“Hyunjin is this true?” Hyunjin’s mother, a gentle woman with a fiery backbone. She cared deeply for her children but learned quickly how to defend herself. Unlike other wives, Hyunjin’s mother was just as untouchable as his father.

“I didn’t know.” Hyunjin looked at his mother, with honest eyes. The saddest he’s ever had and his mother looked back at him in agony of wanting to comfort her son.

“According to the articles of treason within the Hwang family, Hyunjin has committed a crime by allowing a member of the Lee family live. He is also completely overtaken by this woman and I believe has incredible bias towards her. He is unfit to lead.”

“And how, may I ask, did you find this information Yeji?”

“During my absence, I was able to research intensively about the Lee family and traced information to this woman, Lee Y/N. Chan helped me find more information by doing scans. She was kept secret from everytime after the massacre and her one mission was to kill Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin’s expression changed and he looked at Yeji. To kill him?

“After finding out his information, we did our best to let our leader do what he had to. Which he had ultimately failed.”

Hyunjin felt all this new information overwhelmingZ you’re sole mission was to kill him, so why wasn’t he dead? Was it possible that you did love him and you couldn’t do it? Or was everything a lie?

“Hyunjin.. Yeji..” Hyunjin’s father spoke and looked at the children, “come with me.”

Hyunjin’s father stood and walked out the door as Hyunjin pushed back in his chair and stood to follow. Yeji behind Hyunjin came close and whispered in his ear, “I told you so.”

Once Hyunjin was out of the conference room he turned and grabbed Yeji and slammed her against the wall.

“Are you satisfied yet?”

“Not quite.” Yeji smirked at Hyunjin.

“You’re sick and twisted, you know that? What do you get out of all of this?”

“Watching you suffer.” She clicked her tongue and Hyunjin’s grip loosened

“What?” He said analyzing her.

“Did she come home last night? Did she leave you this morning?”

“How do you—“

“Face it Hyunjin, at the end of the day, she’s going to be the one thing you want and you can never have. And to watch you crumble the way I have all these years will be satisfying.” Yeji’s words rolled off her lips and she smiled darkly.

“HYUNJIN. YEJI. NOW.” Hyunjin’s father yelled from the office down the hallway and Yeji pushed Hyunjin off her and walked towards the room leaving Hyunjin dazed.

As he followed her into the office, he closed the door and Hyunjin’s father cleared his throat.

“Did you know?” Hyunjin’s father asked softly and Hyunjin shook his head.

“No sir, I didn’t know.”

“Removal of the Hwang leader would mean that the next in line would take over.”

Yeji’s eyes sparkled and Hyunjin’s father frowned. “But there will be no removal of the leader Yeji.”

“WHAT!? Father, treason is punishable by death. He let a Lee live.”

“And I heard you did the same with that young boy.”

Yeji silenced and Hyunjin’s father continued, “You are also unfit to lead Yeji and as long as I live, Hyunjin will stay as the rightful heir to this business.”

Yeji clenched her jaw and her breathing intensified.

“Now leave.”

Yeji stormed out to the room and left Hyunjin standing there with his father.

“The woman from the ball?”

Hyunjin nodded slowly to the question as he looked up at his father and his father sighed.

“Did you love her?”

Hyunjin felt his heart tightened and tears formed in his eyes. He knew he had to play a part for his father.

“I didn’t know who she was before today. But I promise that going forth I will not make the same mistakes.”

“I know you won’t, because I will be choosing your wife.”

With that, Hyunjin’s father patted Hyunjin’s back and left the room with Hyunjin standing there marinating the words that had been spoken. All the information made him feel overwhelmed. He had so many questions and no answers for anything. Reaching into his pocket he grabbed the small silver band with the diamond and looked at it sadly.

He knew you. He had to have known the real you. If you wanted to kill him you would have. If you really hated him then he would be dead. Even last night when you had your chance to pull the trigger, you could have. But you didn’t. You never did. There had to be a piece of you inside that cared for him. He had to know. So he was going to find you. Anyway he knew how. He would find you and keep his promise he made.

He wasn’t letting you go.

A knock came from the door, and Hyunjin turned to see Chan entering and Hyunjin’s sadness turned to disgust. And Chan knew.

“Hyunjin l-“

“You knew.”

“I didn’t-“

“Spare me your bullshit lies Chan I fucking trusted you.” Hyunjin growled at Chan.

“Hyunjin you didn’t know her.”

“Yes I fucking did! I knew her better than anyone! And you just couldn't let me be happy!” Hyunjn yelled.

“You gave your trust to a woman who you couldn’t be honest to. How did you not see all the missing holes in her scans? How did you not think about everyone else!” Chan tried to reason with Hyunjin but it made no difference.

“I was trying to protect you. I wanted to make sure she could be trusted.” Chan softly said as Hyunjin stood there looking at Chan, as he tried to redeem himself. Hyunjin scoffed

“Did you get what you needed then? You helped my sister and now you feel bad?”

“I didn’t know this was her plan. But fuck Hyunjin, Y/N was going to kill you.” Chan stepped closer to Hyunjin.

“So why didn’t she?! Hmm? ! How come I’m still alive, standing in front of you.”

Chan went silent.

“She had two years to kill me! We lived in the same house, shared the same life! In my most vulnerable moments, she had more than enough chances to take her gun and shoot me!”

Chan stood there thinking. Could you have been truly in love with Hyunjin so much that you couldn’t pull the trigger. But Chan tried to find a viable explanation for why you did what you did, anything that wasn’t love. Because how could two people who shouldn’t be together fall in love. But Chan knew Hyunjin was hurting, and he felt responsible.

“Get out of my face Chan.” Hyunjin stormed out of the room leaving Chan to soak in the atmosphere he had created.

******************************************************* You stood by, far away, as you watched the nurse hold Jeongin’s hand and slowly help him take steps. She smiled at him and he smiled his goofy bright one back. It was so contagious that you could help but smile. It made you happy, to see him slowly recovering. Just the smallest movements that he makes was success in your eyes. You didn’t think Jeongin would make it.

In fact, he almost didn’t.

The doctors said his recovery would take years, and that he may not be able to walk properly and may have other disabilities such as memory loss or muscle spasms. All the negative things that could be a permanent issue never could take away the main concept. Jeongin was alive. That’s all that mattered in the end.

But at what cost? You lost security. You lost your title. You lost Hyunjin. When you let your mind drift off to the night you left, you find yourself in a dark place. One where you can’t breathe, can’t function. It was heart wrenching. You didn’t want to think about how Hyunjin reacted. Then hours after you fled you found out that Yeji had called for his official removal and you knew he found out the truth to who you were. You didn’t know what that meant for you, where Hyunjin’s head was. Did he hate you now?

The month that you have stayed away has brought many hardships and tears. Your grandfather had called for a transition of power to Minho and since then, Minho had been training to take your place. There would have to be a discreet passing of the torch is how you worldly describe the ritual, a ritual that has never been done before in your family's history. You and Minho had to fight. A fight that was written where the victor would be crowned if he spilled blood of his opponent. You wondered if that meant fight to the death, and the thought about killing Minho didn’t tickle your brain or make you feel happy. But knowing him, you wondered if he was ready to kill you. A part of you wondered if he really wanted this too. If any of you did.

You saw the nurse and Jeongin head back into the hospital room and you adjusted your hat as you walked closer to Jeongin’s room. When you turned the corner to see inside, the nurse helped Jeongin lay back down in his bed and she ruffled his hair a bit and smiled. When she began to head out, she looked at you and smiled softly, nodding respectfully before she left and you looked over her shoulder as she walked off. You smiled and walked further and saw the boy look at you brightly.

“Look at you, flirting with the nurse I see.” You teased and he rolled his eyes at you and you laughed.

“Oh shut up, you have to admit she is pretty.” Jeongin slowly sat up and you helped him.

“Prettier than me?” You frowned and Jeongin nudged you.

“Aye, no one is prettier than you.” Jeongin laughed and you smiled as you took a seat next to him.

“You’re recovering really well, faster than anticipated.”

“I have to. Gotta get back on my feet to help you guys.”

“Have you been training for the transition?”

“Well I was in the beginning but um… I sort of had to stop.” You purse your lips as Jeongin looked at you worryingly. You had been waiting to get this weight off your chest for so long.

“Why? You need to train, Minho could get an upper hand on you.” Jeongin began to start his lecture and you reached into your cross body bag as he spoke and pulled on the white long stick.

“Jeongin..” you placed the heavy plastic stick in his hands. The little device showing the word that you still couldn’t believe, but knew had to be true.

Pregnant.

“Y/N..” Jeongin gasped, “ How long-“

“Can’t be very long. The last time I saw Hyunjin was a month ago.” You looked down and tapped your feet together. You couldn’t be surprised. Before all of the Yeji incidents, you stopped taking birth control. You were trying to have a family. Then it was all taken away from you so fast.

“You’re gonna —“

“Keep it? I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m going to do.” You responded still looking down and burying yourself in thought.

“Who else knows?”

“Only you. I can’t tell the others. This could be very bad.” You looked up and Jeongin frowned.

“You have to tell Hyunjin” he said in a serious tone.

“I cannot tell him.” You felt fear Tun through you at the thought of looking into Hyunjin’s eyes after everything.

“Y/N.”

“Jeongin I can’t. I’ve been hiding away and if I come out of nowhere he might kill me.” You began to feel your anxiety increase and Jeongin reached his hand out over yours as he tried to calm you.

“He wouldn’t kill you.” He softly said.

“Jeongin we don’t know him the way we used to, he probably has changed his opinion on me. Last I heard, he was dating someone and plans to marry them-“

“Y/n… Hyunjin loves you.”

Hyunjin loves you. Those words shattered the small wall you were building in your heart to cut out the feeling of losing someone so precious. The pain you experienced when you left him made you avoid the whole thing. But at the end of the day you always wondered if Hyunjin loved you still. How could he after everything you did to him. You began to cry softly, tears falling from your eyes down your cheeks as you let your heart feel things you wouldn’t let it.

“Are you okay? Jeongin asked and it was the first time in a long time if anyone had truly asked you, if you were okay.

Because for months you haven’t been. For years, you never were.

“No. I'm not okay.”

********************************************************

“I had a great time tonight Hyunjin.” Jin-Ae Stood in front of her door, wearing a beautiful emerald dress as she looked at Hyunjin, admiring his dark suit and tie. She adjusted the tie softly and Hyunjin lifted his hands to pull hers down.

“I’m glad, thank you.” He politely said trying to end his night faster than it started.

“Do you want to come inside for a drink?” She offered as she twisted her keys in the lock and Hyunjin shook his hands.

“No, I shouldn’t. It’s late and I have to get home.”

“Oh come on! One drink won’t hurt you.” Jin-Ae grabbed Hyunjin’s hand and led him inside. Closing the door behind her she walked over to her kitchen bar, flipping the lights and smiling.

“What can I get you? Scotch, Bourbon,—“

“Do you have any Cabernet Sauvignon? Red?” Your favorite. Hyunjin hadn’t drank wine in so long. He always shared your favorite of dry red wine over dinner. A taste that he hated at first, but grew to love.

“Interesting choice for a man of your nature. Dry red wine wasn’t something that I would have thought you’d enjoy casually.” Jin-Ae grabbed a wine glass and poured the red liquid in less than half way as she walked over to Hyunjin and handed him the drink.

“It’s a taste I’ve grown well acquainted to.” Jin-Ae had Hyunjin sit on her bar stools as Hyunjin lifted the wine glass to take more than a sip of the alcohol. Burning the back of his throat, all he could think about was you.

“Should we talk more comfortably about.. us?”

Jin-Ae caught Hyunjin off guard with her question. He knew that his father had paired her for Hyunjin and she came from another family of mafia leaders. His father thought that a marriage could stem from this relationship and benefit both families, but Hyunjin wasn’t interested in Jin-Ae romantically. He knew where his heart was.“What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean.. these small dinner dates are lovely and I am enjoying them. But if we are going to get married shouldn’t we-

“Marriage isn’t definite Jin-Ae.” Hyunjin looked at her more serious taking another sip of his wine.

“But isn’t that the goal. For us to be married?” She looked at him teasingly and Hyunjin clenched his jaw. She smiled softly.

“Your father mentioned that you were in a relationship prior. He assumed you wouldn’t be very accepting to this new phase.”

Jin-Ae leaned in closer to Hyunjin, resting her small hand on his thigh.

“This is all business to me Jin-Ae.” Hyunjin looked at her as she came closer.

“But it doesn’t have to be you know.” Hyunjin began to pull back slowly, her hand gliding up his thigh nearing his dick as she chuckled.

“Jin-Ae..” he whispered.

“We don’t have to be in love to have fun.” Jin-Ae enclosed the space between Hyunjin lips and hers and Hyunjin let her. She kissed him as he responded by kissing her back and letting her hands roam his legs. It was weak. Selfish. The back of Hyunjin’s mind told him to stop because she wasn’t you. The park he felt when you kissed him wasn’t there with her. The butterflies in his stomach were dead when Jin-Ae touched him. He wasn’t being faithful to you at this moment. His mind didn’t click fully until Jin-Aw began to fumble with his belt.

“Stop. I can’t.” Hyunjin pulled back and pushed her hands away.

“Can’t or won’t” Jin-Ae said a bit annoyed and Hyunjin stood from the chair.

“This is just business. You and I.” Jin-Ae facial expression grew disappointed. Hyunjin felt bad for being honest with her, as he suspect that she may have been developing some illusion in her mind that Hyunjin felt the same as her.

“Sorry I should go.”

Hyunjin headed for the door. He shook his head in frustration and scurried to his car before he sat in the seat. He hit the steering wheel hard and cursed out loud. Everything in his life was so twisted. He just wanted to erase everything and just focus on what truly mattered. Hyunjin started the car and began driving back to the home you two had shared together. The home that Hyunjin was told to not return to, in fear of you coming to finish what you started. But every night, this is where he went. In hopes you’d come back to be with him.

When he got to the house and opened the door, he was broken. Angry at the fact that he allowed another woman to touch him, angry that you weren’t home again. He walked in and placed his keys down on the mantle, and looked at the picture sitting there. A picture of you and Hyunjin laughing. How did we get here? He wondered.

It was a daily battle, trying to stay strong enough in front of everyone but feeling so defeated. It never took Hyunjin long to carry the weight of his own body to the couch and curl his legs in. And he cried. Every night.

He was surrounded with your memories. Because that’s all you became anymore, was a memory. You were a piece of his life that he feels so out of touch from. He missed you every day, every second. All while, his grasp of your being was slipping. The way you smelled, the feeling of your hair, how soft your skin was. Everything was fading. He feared as time went on if he would forget, but he had to hold on. He knew you’d be back on day, you had to. He bit his lip as he sat there in the corner of your shared couch and buried his head into his knees. Another night of hopeless praying to follow

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imagination-of-a-melted-bitch · 5 years ago

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Put On A Show || Han Jisung

Prompt: Prompt: Could you do a smut where you are all watching a movie with the guys and Jisung secretly slips into you ( stray kids)

Pairing: Jisung x reader

Word Count: 2.657k

Warning: Smut, exhibitionist, cockwarming (??)

"Please!" Jisung breathed against your lips. Your eyes scan his face and his cheeks are flushed, eyes blown wide with want, it would be a shame to make him wait so long, but it was movie night. "Even if you just touch me over my jeans," He rasped, fingers wrapped around your wrist to guide your hand to his large and very obvious bulge. "I'll come, I promise, I'll be quick, just please, I need you to touch me." You humor him by letting him rest your hand against his bulge, and you do so even more by giving him a nice tug, head moving to the side so your lips connect with a random spot on his jaw. You stroke him through his jeans, placing kisses along his heated skin before both your lips and hand stop.

"After the movie!" Jisung watches, all of it happening in a blur, as you move off the bed, nearly tripping and make your way to the door, giving him no time to recover before throwing it open and revealing him to the hall of his dorm. "You've got five minutes to uh," You eyes dart to his bulge, "or change into something more comfortable and let me help later," You close the door behind you before peeking back in again, "five minutes or I'm recruiting a new cuddle buddy." The slamming of the door signifies your department and Jisung's twitching cock reminds him of his ultimatum. Jisung knew you, he knew if he got himself off right now you wouldn't touch him later and so he got up in a search for a pair of loose sweatpants.

"So nice of you to finally join us," Jisung watches you peel the cover you had claimed back, patting the seat beside you and he sits down with a huff, missing the way you shake your head at Hyunjin to signify his cut. "Chan's popping popcorn, I was going to join him but it's cold," You shiver and pull the blanket higher up so it's up to your neck. You look over at Jisung, almost laughing at his pout. "No worries, you'll keep me warm, right?" Your hand moves to his thigh under the cover and your walls clench at the way his breath hitches. "Jisung?" You lean in closer, thankful the others were distracted by the picking of the movies to notice how much closer you were getting to Jisung. "You'll keep me warm, right?"

"Uh huh," Jisung tilts his head back, eyes glued to your hand as it moves under the cover, landing where it had left off earlier. "I'll keep you warm," Jisung's hips buck into your hand, hoping you'd alleviate some of his tension, only for you to jump again upon Chan entering the room with bowls filled with popcorn in his arms. "Dammit hyung," Jisung felt like he could cry, running his fingers through his hair, as Chan handed the bowls to the two youngest, instructing them to pass if asked. Jisung looks over at you but you had already moved on, leaning off the couch to the best of your ability to steal a few pieces from Jeongin's bowl, giving him a smile in apology for startling him.

"Want a piece?" You pop a piece of the buttery treat in your mouth and hold your hand out for Jisung to grab a piece. Jisung wants to push your hand so your popcorn falls over the floor in retaliation to you leaving him hanging yet again but instead, he steals a few pieces and looks toward the others, deciding he'd ignore you. "You're welcome!" You speak through a mouthful of popcorn, after popping the last few pieces in your mouth, popping Jisung's cheek as he continues to look forward, suddenly interested in whatever was happening on the floor. You don't bother, not even noticing he had begun to ignore you and join in on the conversation happening on the floor as well. "If we're going moderately scary to shitting your pants scary, we should totally start with The Conjuring and work our way up," There are a few murmurs of agreement and disagreement but no one has the energy to come up with another system and The Conjuring is the first movie to go in.

It's not until the third movie you decide to mess with Jisung again. You were getting bored, having watched all the movies that had been played so far, not that they weren't entertaining, it's just messing with Jisung sounded far more entertaining. So you begin, placing your head on his shoulder, nose nestling against his pulse. Jisung seems to have forgotten about your earlier games and welcomes your cuddles with open arms, pulling you in closer. "Baby," Jisung whispers, hand pushing on your thigh, he's making a move before you can. "Sit on my lap," Jisung's known for his clinginess, always needing to be touching you in some sort of way, and this was the perfect opportunity to further tease him, he was somehow falling into your trap without you needing to do much and so, unknowingly to Jisung's plan, you climb onto his lap.

"I was getting kind of cold," You play along, happily wiggling on his lap, only for his hands to stop you in your place. "Ji," You pout, acting oblivious to your actions. "What's wrong? Was I doing something wrong?" Jisung doesn't answer and places his chin on your shoulder, arms on either side of you, hands gripping your thighs. Shit is all you can think, you had been so sure he wouldn't be the one to make the first move and went along to his plan without any question. "How silly of me," you finish your thought aloud and Jisung knows you're onto him.

"And so fast? I'm proud of you," that's all Jisung whispers, words being drowned out by the screams on the television. "Although, you really should've thought this through." Jisung's known for his vengeful tactics, such a bratty switch who's always determined to get back at you for all your teasing. Jisung sits back and his hand shoots up, fingers gripping your chin so your attention stayed forward. Jisung's hands move toward your thighs again, nails digging into the skin as a warning not to try to gain the upper hand again. You can do nothing but gulp, knowing Jisung, once he put his mind to get you back you were screwed, his punishments pushed you and were so embarrassing, you loved it. "You're probably thinking about what I'm going to do, aren't you?" He loves how his punishments always had you on the edge of your seat, neither of you ever knowing what he would do. "I've had something in mind, something I've been thinking about since your last punishment." Jisung leans in again, chest pressed against your back, "and how excited you got when you realized there were members in the dorm,"

"Ji," You knew where this was going, in a room full of his members, you knew what was going through his mind. "Please," Your eyes shift around the room, heart beginning to pound against your ribcage, suddenly it was so hard to breathe, in and out, something along those lines. "Here? Really?" Jisung's nose nestles against your pulse point, arms wrapping around your mid-section, pulling you into his warmth. "Ji, you can't be serious!" Jisung can only chuckle against your skin, hands cheekily squeezing your breasts over your sweatshirt, he lifts his hips, rocking his bulge against your ass. "Ji, right here?" His hands squeeze your tits to answer your question, hips rocking against your ass to signify he meant there and he meant now. One of his hands moves down your body, fingers dancing along the band of your shorts, you had made this almost too easy. He only hums against your skin, tongue peeking out to lap at your pulse point. He's asking if you're okay to go through with this and you can only nod, quietly begging for him as he moves your shorts to the side.

"Oh, you are a nasty girl," Jisung giggles, fingers swiping along your soaked core. "You're dripping baby, absolutely dripping," Jisung pushes two of his fingers into your tight hole, grinning like a Cheshire cat when you mewl, back arching at his touch. "You like that baby? You like being full of my fingers in a room full of my closest friends?" Jisung's other hand comes up, hand covering your mouth to stop any noises before they even had the chance to come out. His fingers move quickly and quietly under the cover, his hand remains over your mouth, not letting any sound slip as you begin to grind against his hand, thighs clamping around his hand. "Fuck, you're making my cock so hard baby. You look so pretty right now princess," You eyes are screwed shut, so it's Jisung's responsibility to assure the two of you aren't caught, luckily enough for you, the movie had just begun and the others seemed totally engrossed in it.

You pry his fingers away from your mouth, "I need it, Ji," Your head rests on his shoulder, his fingers still pumping inside you, "I need it," You repeat, grinding your ass against his cock. "Jisung please fuck me," Your voice is barely above a whisper, Jisung hanging onto your every word. "I need it," Your eyes are shifting across the room, coming across the back of everyone's head, good, no one had caught on to the two of you. Jisung tells you to lift your hips, his fingers making quick work of the sweats he had slipped on earlier, cock springing to attention before you could even blink. One of your hands slip between your thighs to grab his cock, placing him at your entrance, you don't take anything else but feeling full into consideration before sliding down his length. His hand is quick to cover your mouth again, knowing you all too well.

"There you go baby," Jisung's other hand moves to your hip, helping you move against him. "How's it feel baby?" Your movements are small beneath the cover, too afraid one of the others could turn around and catch the two of you. Jisung lifts your hips, signaling he wanted to take the lead, and so you let him. His hips lift to meet your ass, his thrusts small yet forceful, the sounds of his cock pushing into you loud enough the two of you can hear but quiet enough the dialogue on the television drowned them out. "You feel so tight, I don't think I'll be able to control myself," Jisung warns, nails digging into the skin of your hip in an attempt to ground himself. "So wet, so warm." He grunts, having to bury his face in your neck to silence his own sounds of pleasure. Your hands are on his thighs, needing balance as your legs begin to grow weak beneath you, toes curling into the floor.

"Anyone want some more popcorn?' Chan looks around the room and Jisung's quicker than you give him credit for, because, by the time Chan's eyes meet yours, it looks as if the two of you were simply cuddling, Jisung's arms wrapped around your mid-section, just as the two of you had started this little expenditure out. "Y/N? Jisung? More popcorn?" You can only shake your head, too afraid that if you used words, they would either come out wrong or high pitched. "Okay, I'll be back, pause it," Your eyes widen as the movie is paused, and the talking begins, luckily enough for you, the light stayed off. Jisung pulls you closer to him, whispering for you to stay calm even when Hyunjin turned toward you, tugging on the cover to get your attention.

"Y-yes," You whisper, fingers quickly grabbing the cover, keeping it over your body. Hyunjin doesn't point out the weird actions, and instead smiles, asking how you had liked the movie so far. You have to look at the screen, fingers crossed it was one you had watched before, it was an old one, one you had watched at least three times before. "I like it," You try to recall a major event that had happened before the movie had been paused, "love the jumpscares, especially the one with the closet," Hyunjin furrows his brows, turning toward the television, he's confused, there hadn't been a closet scene, and he tells you that, the two of you laughing it off as you tell him you must have had it confused with the other movie, dozing off between the two. You can barely focus on holding a conversation with Jisung's cock pulsing against your walls, your juices dribbling down his cock, soaking the front of his sweats, hopefully, the lights weren't turned on when you all departed.

"I'm back!" Chan announces his arrival and the handing of a bowl to Hyunjin cuts the conversation between the two of you short. The movie is unpaused and all attention is turned back to the screen, all conversations coming to a stop.

"That was a close call baby," Jisung whispers against your ear, lifting your hips again. "What if Hyung had pulled the cover completely off? How would you explain being filled with my cock in the middle of the living room to all my members. That would be so embarrassing for you wouldn't you baby?" Jisung picks up his pace again, hips lifting to meet your ass. "Not that you would mind. I can feel you clenching around me, that thought gets you excited doesn't it baby?" Your hands cover your mouth, a feeble attempt to keep your sounds of pleasure at bay. "You're gonna come for me aren't you baby, you gonna come around my cock," Jisung's fingers move over your clit, wanting to make quick work of this wild turn of events, not wanting to risk anything else so the two of you would get caught.

"Ji," You breathe through your fingers, ass grinding against his touch, back arching as you came closer to a sweet release. "I don't think I can do it," You shake your head, hands coming back up to push harder against your mouth, whimpers being effectively muffled by doing so. "I don't think I can come quietly," the whimpers were muffled but there was no telling how loud you'd get when you finally got to come. Jisung's quick on his feet again, pulling the cover up to shove the thick fabric in your mouth, this is the best method to muffle your whimpers and moans, no one able to tell them apart from the grunts and groans on the t.v. You can't help it, the way your toes curl against the floor, nails digging into your own thighs, nearly breaking the skin, it felt so good, so naughty to be fucking right in front of your closest friends. You should've felt disgusted, ashamed, giving in so easily, especially when you had had the upper hand earlier but there was nothing but pure bliss.

"I can feel it baby, I can feel how close you are," Jisung's words are low, words going directly to your core, clit tingling with the need to release. "Go ahead baby, come on my dick, come on my dick right in front of our friends." It was the truth, this was what you were doing, something you had wholeheartedly agreed to, it shouldn't have made you feel as dirty as it did. Jisung can barely contain himself with how tight you feel around him as you come, his cock twitching, cum quickly filling you as you bask in your orgasm. Your body twitches, back resting against his chest, as the two of you begin to heavily breathe, enjoying the mess between your thighs.

"Are you guys okay?" Felix turns, everyone's attention turning at this sudden outburst.

"Yeah," You breathe, "that was scary!"

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coconutshvings · 6 years ago

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Heya!! I was wondering of you could do a gender-neutral DWI for Doyum from 1the9??

None of this is based upon fact, only fiction

Dating them would include: Dating Doyum {1the9}

※ He's quiet so you'd probably have to make an advance towards him to show intrest

※ He's actually very odd once you get him out of his shell, he wants to know that he can be himself around you, so be his friend first

※ When the feeling is confirmed to be mutual be patient, PDA will not start off immediately

※ Brushing of hands will almost be an instant sign of affection with him

※ Shy smiles from him and maybe you too almost evertime you two make eye contact

※ He's lost so he might need advice on how to be more like a boyfriend even if you think he's being that already

※ Weird types of bonding

※ Eating snacks together tossing food into each other's mouths like a basketball and it's hoop

※ PDA is preferably private with him

※ He likes cuddling when he can when it's just the two of you, he doesn't mind being the little spoon it doesn't matter to him

※ Nurturing him because he's still young

※ He likes to be reassured that he's a good boyfriend because he can be doubtful

※ Always asking you if he should change things in choreography even if you don't know much about dance

※ He wants to be vocal about how much he cares for you but he chickens out

※ He says it in a way that gets it across without complete embarrassment

※ He compliments you on the smallest things letting you know he pays attention to even the smallest non important details about you- showing he cares

※ 'You have an interesting eye shape, I like it.'

※ 'I like it when you're relaxed you look delicate.'

※ 'Your hair looks great that way.' Even if you always wear it the same

※ 'You're wearing a new fragrance, good choice by the way.'

※ Overtime He won't mind hugging you in public

※ Not just brushing fingers every now and again but locking your index fingers together

※ Has a locked file of all your selfies together

※ If he misses you he probably can hide it from the boys but not from you

※ He won't stop smiling and is just light, laughing a lot, acting a bit more wild, telling you stories

※ The best time to get his true emotions out about you is when he's drowsy

※ He'll admit that he thinks about you daily

※ That he hopes he gains more confidence to tell you these things

※ That he hopes you'll stay around

※ Overall Jeon Doyum is a more quiet boyfriend that speaks his affection by doing or saying little things that may seem ordinary to most but are hidden confessions of his love to you ♡♡

I hope you liked it 🤦🤗 Thank you for the request - 💙

Request a rookie idol or their group, requests are open for all things except smut ~ WR:Le

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vernon-s-whore · 3 years ago

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We Never Had It From The Start

TILL FOREVER FALLS APART PART 2. part 1 2

Kim Taehyung and Male!Reader/ Kim Taehyung and Male!OC

The main character was originally unnamed but i have named him Park Hyunsoo now.

WARNINGS: stalking, curse words, smut ig?, non-consensual photography, non-con elements, yandere behaviour, obsessive toxic stalker, gore, death, violence

Link to Fic on AO3

Hyunsoo’s blood froze at the figure in his balcony. They put up a hand and waved, gently, genially, like they were a friend that meant no harm. Like they hadn’t killed his roommate and threatened to kill another one.

And they were definitely a man.

His next exhale was shaky, unbidden tears springing to their eyes. His stalker had come up from the fire exit. He could escape down that way. One look at the balcony door and his heart stuttered to a stop.

It was unlocked. The latch was loose and had fallen open.

The man in black took a step forward, then two, before his hand twisted the handle and opened the sliding glass door.

His heart thudded to a stop as the man in black took a step into his room. Dank, wet hair covered the man’s eyes, and a mask covered most of the face. A faceless monster.

Hyunsoo’s feet were cemented to the floor despite all his instincts telling him to run. Run. Scream, anything!

He only watched in horror as the distance between the murderer and him lessened step by long step. Time itself stood still, holding its breath to see the conclusion. Trembling. Hyunsoo was trembling. He flinched when the man in black lifted a hand and…

…caressed his cheek, tilting his head like a hunting dog interested in its dying prey.

He squeezed his eyes shut, as if not seeing what’s happening would stop it from happening. He shut them tight enough that little stars exploded in the blacks of his eyelids. Then he felt cloth rub against his cheek, then neck, as the man in black bent, pressing his clothed mouth to him.

Hyunsoo didn’t dare open his eyes, till the lips were off him. He heard the soft pat of footsteps back to his balcony, and then the creek of metal stairs of the fire escape.

When fifteen minutes had passed, Hyunsoo cracked an eyelid open, almost terrified that the man in black would still be in his room, having coaxed him to open his eyes out of a false sense of security, but no. The man was really gone.

He took a shaky breath, then another, and another till the breaths turned to sobs which morphed into ragged screams into the loneliest night of his life.

Sometime later, he woke up and a cold draft was blowing through the open balcony and he was collapsed on his floor, having passed out from exhaustion and fear. Bleak sunlight filtered through the clouds. There was a note taped to the handle of his door.

Good morning, love. Sorry about last night, I just missed you so much. Have a great day ahead. I love you.

He tore the note till it was atoms and then burned it. Then he noticed a box on his table, tiny, like the other ones he had received so far. There was a pair of studs for his ears. Crystal set in silver. And a tiny note tucked between them.

I hope you’ll wear this. I’ll know if you don’t.

Hyunsoo swallowed thickly, before putting the studs back in their box and putting the box in his drawer. His hand clenched the drawer handle tight enough that after a while his knuckles were white and it started to hurt.

At college, Jungkook knew something was up. He tried to talk to Hyunsoo but didn’t get a chance right until lunch break when Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook were sitting in the cafeteria. Taehyung gave him a smile as he sat down.

“Where are the girls?” He asked, and for a second everything felt normal. There was no stalker, no earring, no dead Jinsung, he wasn’t scared out of his mind last night. Everything was fine.

He felt a rush of blood to his cheeks when Taehyung’s arms wrapped around him and he whined, “What? us hyungs aren’t good enough for youuu??”

“Jungkook is not my hyung,” he laughed.

“Yah! You’re just a few months older, fuck off,” Jungkook yelled indignantly, bunny mode on display.

It felt good to laugh. The laughter dispelled some of the tightness in his chest. He couldn’t bring himself to tell them about the night now. Didn’t want to be responsible for the reason those easy smiles on their faces melted into horror.

By the end of the day, he felt hopeful. He got a new lock for his balcony door, and had bought pepper spray and a baseball bat. Next time the stalker will show up, he will be ready.

When he reached his apartment, he was greeted with a bloody handprint on his door.

The small smile he had in his face bled into fear forming a vice-grip on his heart. The door was ajar, again. He stepped in, carefully.

There was another bloody handprint on his wall, messily smeared as if in a hurry. His heart beat in his throat as he stepped further in. He should run. He should have run. He should have run as far as possible.

But the man in black was already there. Sitting in his couch, regarding him with a fully masked face. His posture belied anger. Anger which Hyunsoo was sure of when the man looked up and sprinted towards him, blindingly fast.

He turned, one last ditch attempt to run out of the apartment. Something hard collided against his head, which he belatedly realised was his own baseball bat. The one he had got for self-defence.

The wood crashed into his temple, and the next second, he was unconscious.

When he woke up, it was already night. His head throbbed and there was congealed blood on the side of his face, on the floor. He was still where he had fallen. The man in black had not moved him.

He swallowed, tasting some of the blood on his lips.

There was a note.

I told you to wear the jewellery. Next time you disobey me, another one dies.

He saw another one pasted to the wall. On shaky legs he stood, head spinning from the blood loss.

Go to the hospital if you have to, but remember if you report any of this, someone you love dies again. I will kill them before the police catches me, I am close enough.

And then below that, as though written on an afterthought.

I still love you, despite today’s lapse in judgement. Take care.

Lapse in judgement. As if getting bashed in the head was Hyunsoo’s fault. He sat down on his bed. The blood had stopped flowing already, so he went into the shower to clean the wound. It didn’t feel like he had a concussion, but just to be safe a visit to the hospital would be warranted.

Go to the hospital if you have to…

He got into the shower without stripping. The cold water turned warm slowly, as the entire event replayed in his head. He had tried to run, but the man in black had been fast. Too fast. He only knew one other guy who was that fast. Jungkook. He was on the track team. He was on the boxing team. He was in pretty much every fucking sport.

But Jungkook would never… right?

“jungkook please tell me, it’s not you,” he whispered to himself, as water cascaded down his back.

An hour later, his head was bandaged after 3 stitches. No concussion, the doctor said.

He was sitting in his bedroom. It was too late to call someone to install the new deadbolt he had gotten for his balcony door, so he decided he would stay up. Better that way.

He called Soyeon to ask what she’s doing.

“I’m at a bookstore, why?” She said in a hushed voice.

“A bookstore this late?”

“It’s a 24 hour thing, and I had to find a book to gift someone,” she answered back.

“I see,” he sighed, “Alright, see you some other time then.”

He cut the call.

“fuck…” he breathed, before dialling Jimin.

“Hey, hyung, what’s up?” He tried to keep his voice light.

“Hyunsoo, me and Jungkook are in Busan,” Jimin answered.

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, Jungkook’s brother is sick and his parents are out of the country, so we left right after lunch today.”

“So… Jungkook was with you the whole day?” Hyunsoo’s head was pounding again.

“yep, he’s with me right now, do you want to talk to him?” Hyunsoo shook his head before realising Jimin can’t see him.

“no, hyung, thanks, tell Junghyun to get better soon,” he answered genially.

He heard a creak of metal stairs, and knew that Jungkook was not the man in black. He stood in the balcony again, watching, waiting. Waiting for Hyunsoo to put down the phone.

“Hyunsoo, I have to go, will call you in a bit, okay?” Jimin’s voice came from the other side. Hyunsoo’s breath was stuck in his throat. He just nodded mutely as the line went dead.

The man in black stepped into his house, once again, silently, and covered the distance between them.

“Who are you?” Hyunsoo’s voice belied the desperation he felt. “Just tell me who are you.” He was shaking again, he knew it. His head suddenly throbbed, as if remembering the collision earlier that day.

The masked man kneeled in front of him and put his head on Hyunsoo’s lap. Gloved fingers, trailed from his wrist to his elbows.

“Please don’t kill anyone,” Hyunsoo whispered. A plea. The masked face turned up, as silent as ever, before he reached up and touched Hyunsoo’s bandaged head and his shoulders drooped. Almost like he was sorry.

“Just don’t hurt my friends, okay?” Hyunsoo pleaded again, touching the man in black’s hair softly.

The man gave no indication of having heard him. Instead, he rose, and slung an arm under Hyunsoo’s knees, and one around his shoulders, before lifting him up and putting him in his bed on top of the covers. Ten seconds later, Hyunsoo is tucked from all sides, under the bed clothes and the man in black is sitting next to him on the mattress.

The past few weeks, months of restless sleep seem to catch up with Hyunsoo in that moment, since the uncertainty of facing the man in black is gone. Hyunsoo doesn’t know when he falls asleep, but by the time he wakes up, the man is gone. There is a note, posted on his sidetable.

You look beautiful when you sleep. Don’t go out of the house today. Rest. I love you.

Hyunsoo didn’t pay attention to the note and got ready, but just as he was about to step out, he felt cold fear grip his muscles.

Going out is disobedience, Hyunsoo.

His fingers gripped the door handle hard.

Are you sure you want to see someone die?

His knuckles were white, sweat beading on his neck.

Jinsung is dead because of you. What if it is Soyeon next? Or Namjoon hyung?

He let go of the handle and stepped back before collapsing in the hallway. His lower lip quivered, just as he was about to cry, when his phone rang.

Soyeon. It was Soyeon.

He picked up the call and fought to keep his voice steady, “H-hello?”

“Hyunsoo-ah,” her voice was shaky, like she had been crying. “D-Dagam-“ a sniffle interrupted her words. “Dagam committed s-suicide,” she said, before there was a slight scuffle and a different voice was on the phone.

“Hyunsoo-ah, come to the funeral hall, they are holding a memorial for him this evening,” Taehyung. Taehyung was speaking to him.

“Hy-Hyung?” An octave higher than usual. “D-Dagam?”

“Yes… they said it was around 4 a.m. this morning,” his voice was low, saddened with grief.

“I-”, Hyunsoo’s voice faltered remembering the note, remembering that he is trapped, “I c-can’t hu-hyung.”

“I’ll pick you up at 4, okay? You should be here,” Taehyung said, gently. “He would want you here, okay?”

Hyunsoo sniffled. He’s dead because of me, isn’t he? Because I didn’t wear the earrings. Because of me. He’s dead because of me-

Hyunsoo screamed himself hoarse in the hallway, sitting on cold tile, dressed in his usual outfit. He clawed at his bandaged head, not caring if he tore the stitches or not.

Dagam… Tall and silent, except when he was with Jinsung, he used to talk to Jinsung. He had been solid like a rock and now he was just… no more.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry,” Hyunsoo sobbed into his shirt. “Jinsung-ah, Dagam-ah, I’m sorry.”

Maybe a few hours later, Hyunsoo gathered himself enough to get off the floor and head back into his prison apartment.

It was 1.pm. 3 hours until Taehyung picks him up. He saw that his baseball bat and pepper spray were gone. So was the lock he had got.

He sighed, no weapons, no barriers. Nothing.

Till his eyes wandered to the kitchen, and the big knife which he occasionally used to chop pork. Sharp enough. Also, large enough to inflict significant damage. The grip was long enough that he could hold it with both hands like an extremely small sword. He held it, and for a second, considered ending his own life.

How hard would it be? Slashing his wrists and he would probably bleed out in a few hours without any medical assistance. But no… he didn’t want Jinsung and Dagam to die in vain. He wanted to hurt the man in black. And if that ends with Hyunsoo in jail, so be it.

So Hyunsoo sat on his bed, staring from window to down the hallway, waiting, watching, clutching the knife like his lifeline. An hour passed. Two. Three.

The doorbell rang, startling Hyunsoo out of his watch. He held the knife behind his back before peeping to check who it was. Taehyung.

He opened the door, shoving the knife between a pair of shoes near the entrance.

Taehyung’s face was sombre, and he was dressed in black.

“You aren’t ready, Hyun-ah,” he said gently. He didn’t know when tears started flowing down his face but he registered Taehyung wiping them off before enveloping him in a hug. “Go get dressed.”

Hyunsoo nodded mutely, before going back to the bedroom and slipping into the first white shirt and black suit he could find.

An hour later, they were in the middle of the funeral. Dagam’s older sister was the only one who could make it. She stood in stony faced silence, staring at the smiling picture of Dagam, and all Hyunsoo could think was, noona, it was me, I did it. I may not have pushed him off the building, but I killed him. I’m sorry, Noona, I took your brother. I’m sorry.

He felt Taehyung’s arm wrap around him and saw Hoseok offer him a glass of water. He didn’t even realise he was trembling till Soyeon’s hand slid into his own and squeezed tightly, like she could will him into stillness. It worked a bit. Taehyung’s arm retracted now that Hyunsoo wasn’t shaking as bad.

Once the memorial was over, Hyunsoo stepped out onto the road, the evening wind holding a bite of cold to it, when a hand landed on his shoulder.

Hyunsoo turned to see Hoseok who pulled him into a tight hug, before leaving with a regretful face. Hyunsoo tried to smile but it came off pathetic, so he stopped trying. He wanted to tell Hoseok, his hyung, but he had gotten into his car already.

“Would you like to stay at my place today?” A deep voice sounded behind him. He startled, turning around to see Taehyung.

“Hyung-“

“You don’t seem well, that’s why I’m asking,” Taehyung continued, “you know you can tell me anything, anything. I will always help you, hyunsoo.”

Taehyung’s insistence, his tone, Hyunsoo’s isolation all culminated. The dam Hyunsoo had been meagrely building against his feelings burst forth and out came a whisper, “I killed them hyung. Dagam and Jinsung.”

Taehyung froze, “Wh-what?”

“I killed them,” his voice was calm. “They’re dead because of me.”

“you’re joking, Hyun-ah, right?”

Hyunsoo gave a small shake of his head, “Someone killed them because of me, so I might as well have killed him.” A gruesome smile graced his lips.

Taehyung pulled him into a hard hug, “Who? Who killed them?”

“Someone is stalking me hyung,” he whispered directly into his ear. “And I’m so scared, because he can kill you too.”

“Nothing will kill me, Hyun-ah,” Taehyung muttered back. “Nothing.”

“I’m so scared hyung, I went out of the house, he will kill someone again, because I went out of the house,” a small sob mixed with his whispers.

“No one is getting killed, you come with me, stay at my place. The apartment is big enough for the both of us,” Taehyung pulled back, looking Hyunsoo in the eye.

Hyunsoo nodded but said nothing. Taehyung led the younger to the cab he had called and cradled Hyunsoo against his side as they reached Taehyung’s apartment complex.

Taehyung led Hyunsoo to his home and ushered him in, locking the door behind himself.

Hyunsoo turned. And froze. There was a black mask hung over a coathook.

“hy-Hyung?” Taehyung looked up, but there was something off in his demeanor. He smiled, but it looked like someone had carved a gash into his mouth.

“Hyung what-“ Hyunsoo stepped back, further into the hallway, away from a grinning Taehyung, who reached over and took the mask in one large palm, before slipping it over his face.

His entire face was covered, from forehead to chin. A scream built in Hyunsoo’s chest before bubbling out like nervous laughter, hysterical.

“Hyung, th-this is a joke, right?”

“Hyun-ah, I love you,” the man in black said, with his hyung’s voice.

#taehyung x reader #taehyung x male reader #yandere taehyung #stalker taehyung #bts ff

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written-in-flowers · 6 years ago

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Kicker: Pt. 1

“Kicker”- A Poker term, a "kicker", also called a side card, is a card in a poker hand that does not follow the card rank sequence. It may be used to break ties between hands of the same rank.

Pairing: NamjoonxJungkook

Genre: Angst, Smut, Crime / Prison!AU

Words: 4k /

Disclaimer: Graphic Depictions of Violence, implied/referenced sexual assault, recreational drug use, gang violence.

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Chapter 1

He honestly never meant for this to happen. He’d gotten so caught up in the moment he only saw red. His hand reached for the candlestick without even thinking about it. He’d acted out of impulse and rage. He’d never felt anger like that before, he thought. Yes, Jungkook did get upset, but this was different. Seeing them in that bed together filled him to the top with this boiling hatred that exploded. He’d screamed all kind of hateful words. His mind turned blank; his body moved on autopilot with no break switch. All he’d wanted was for Derrick Staton to feel the way he did: torn up and broken inside. Once it passed and he stood in Derrick’s living room, he realized what he’d done.

“You called the police,” the prosecutor, a middle-aged woman with curly brown hair, said. “Why?”

“I felt bad. I realized what I’d done and...and I didn’t want him to die.”

Derrick didn’t. The doctor on the stand said Derrick is in a coma, and will make a full recovery. Jungkook felt thankful for that. He’d never wanted to kill Derrick. He’d loved him once. Derrick used to bring mountains of joy and made his heart sing. Now, he only thought of Derrick’s blood staining the carpet and police sirens in the distance. He’d laid on his front on the floor, blood pooling from his head. They said he’d still been breathing when they took him out. Jungkook didn’t see how that could happen. He’d looked so broken. Jungkook kept his eyes focused on the table in front of him while witnesses came forward.

His best friend Yugyeom stated that Jungkook loved Derrick deeply. He’d even dropped out of college and attended another one so they could date.

His other friend Bambam, and Jungkook’s father told the prosecutor he isn’t capable of things like this. Whatever happened in the house was an accident. He’d never intentionally hurt someone.

Derrick’s ex-wife said Derrick might’ve been a cheating bastard, but is a good father. His daughter claimed to know nothing about her father’s past infidelities. Jungkook didn’t even know he had a daughter.

Then Jinsung testified. Jungkook immediately resented him. Yugyeom joked Derrick must have a thing for Korean twinks. Jinsung, small and skinny, stood dressed like a Sunday school teacher. He put on the innocent boy role well. People pitied him as the boy who got caught in the middle. Jungkook noticed his broken nose, busted lip and arm cast. He’s a victim; a boy Derrick tricked into sex. He’s a young man who’d gotten caught in the crossfire. Jungkook wanted to throttle him again. He’d pursued Derrick. He’d seduced him for a few easy grades. Jungkook loved him, while Jinsung used him. He sat there and told the prosecutor everything.

He and Derrick went out for dinner that night. Derrick offered a night-cap back at his place, which led to them flirting and making out. They then went upstairs for sex. Jungkook scoffed at this. He’d done the same thing with him. Jinsung went on to say Jungkook barged in on them, furious and hysterical. He claimed Jungkook lashed out and began throwing things at them. Jinsung said he feared for his life since Jungkook seemed so hostile. Derrick tried calming him down, but then Jungkook ended up hitting him. When he tried leaving, he said Jungkook attacked him. He got his broken arm from falling down the stairs as he made his getaway. Derrick chased Jungkook down the hall and into the living room where the assault occurred.

After a few hours of discussion, the jury returned. They found him guilty. Jungkook’s heart sunk into his already twisted gut. He should have known. The evidence piled up around him and he’d confessed right away. He couldn’t back out of his plea if he’d asked. Involuntary manslaughter normally carries a sentence of up to ten years in prison. Since Jungkook is a first-time offender, they reduced it by two years. Eight. Eight years in a state prison. The bailiffs took him away to be processed. His mother sobbed into her hands. His father held her and glared at him. Both his friends looked on tearfully, telling him they’d visit him once they found out where he’d be going. His entire body shook all the way down the hall. An array of awful scenarios played out in his head. He thought of every prison movie and tv show he saw. His processing felt humiliating. They stripped him down and examined him. He’ll be getting his new uniform when he gets to the prison.

The entire way there he thought about it all. Derrick is in the hospital, linked up to a bunch of machines and eating through a tube. The doctor said he’s in a coma. Perhaps he’ll wake up. Perhaps Jungkook can apologize. But, as the bus rolled on through plains and forests, he knew it’d be pointless. He liked thinking Derrick may learn from this. He’d get some humility and remorsefulness. He’d loved him so much. He’d done so much to be with him. Derrick then went and threw it back at him. He wanted to tell Jinsung he’ll just do it to him too. Men like that never change...no matter how many times they’re hit by a short candlestick.

The bus pulled up to a large beige building. On a sign it read “Rickshaw State Penitentiary”. Dread refilled him as they entered the property. He saw a fenced-in area miles away where blue and beige figures walked around. He’d be in there soon surrounded by other inmates. They’ll be bigger, tougher and more dangerous than him. He’s a baby who threw a fit while some of them are cold-blooded killers. His body turned numb when the bus stopped. The guards led him and three other inmates to a building beside the main prison. There he received his blue scrubs, toiletries, bedroll, and slippers. They explained the rules to the newcomers as Jungkook expected. He had trouble paying attention. His mind stayed alert to everything but the guards. He took in the men beside him; he felt eyes on him though he couldn’t see them. His stomach churned in every step he took afterwards. When they left the building, they’d marched the three into the population. They assigned one man to A block; the other ended up in C. Jungkook, they said, will be residing in C.

“I knew they’d put him in Chinatown,” a burly, bearded guard said to his comrade, signaling for the gate to open.

“Come on, Sharp,” the woman-blonde and slender-said, “They can easily have put him elsewhere. There’s Asians in other blocks.”

“Yeah, but they’re all mostly here.” He looked over his shoulder to Jungkook, “Don’t worry, kid. You’ll fit right in.”

They walked down another long hall to the words “C-3 BLOCK” written in blue letters beside a gate. From the outside, he saw a sea of tables kept within the perimeter of columns. He spotted a second floor that looked down onto the first, the cell doors solid and not barred. A guard station sat up top overlooking the entire block; he assumed they watched cameras and kept an eye out for trouble. He thought he might faint. Sharp and Resnick led him into the block and people instantly noticed him. A few of them hooted and hollered things that made him sick, while some glared suspiciously. He wanted to go home. He wanted to hide. Despite the sickness and nervousness, he never shed a tear. Perhaps his subconscious worked on that for him. Perhaps he’d wasted them all crying over Derrick. He pushed the dead man from his mind as they came upon a door.

“You’ll be in C5,” Sharp told him, “Enjoy your stay, kid. You’re gonna be here a while.”

The two of them left and Jungkook looked into his cell. One bunk bed set, a tiny desk, and a window to look out of, it resembled most cells. He saw posters of idol singers on the wall, a small stack of magazines and books on the window sill, and a drawing pad and charcoal on the desk. He took a timid step inside where he saw his bunk mate. Slim, brown hair textured and combed to his nape, he might be a supermodel. He laid on his bed, propped on his elbow flipping through a magazine. He only just noticed Jungkook when he glanced to the door.

“Oh hi,” he slipped off the top bunk and stood by the set, “You must be my new roomie.”

“I am.” He clutched his bedroll and bag.

“I’m Taehyung,” he stretched out his hand, “Most people call me Tae.”

“I’m Jungkook,” they shook hands.

“You can take the bottom,” he told him, nodding to the empty half below. “I’d give you top but I claimed it right after my old roomie left.”

“That’s-That’s fine.” He’d never expected this. The handsome boy grinned at him, then took the bedroll.

“Let me do it,” he said, unrolling the bedroll and sheets. “There’s a certain way you gotta do it. They say they clean these when they get them back, but I don’t believe them. You put this white sheet over it,” he put the green mattress on top of the barred bed frame, “Instead of sleeping under it. Some guys get ringworm if their mattress isn’t cleaned right.”

He watched Taehyung fix his bed for him. He noticed a tattoo behind his ear; two trapezoids facing each other topside in full black. The numbers 053 inked underneath it. It didn’t look like an gang tattoo he’d seen. Then again, how many gang members did he know?

“There,” he breathed, “All done. It’s not the most comfortable, but what’d you expect?”

“Not much.”

The man climbed back onto his bunk, returning to his magazine. “Do you have a work detail yet?”

Jungkook took timid steps into the cell. He set his bag down as he said, “No.”

“You’ll probably end up in the kitchen with the rest of us,” he said. “It’s where they put most of C Block.”

“What if they don’t?” why did that worry him more?

“Then you’ll go somewhere else like sanitation or the library or laundry. Sanitation isn’t that bad if you don’t mind scrubbing toilets. Laundry is alright, but then you’ll be stuck with Miles, and well...you’re definitely his type.”

Jungkook needed to lay down. His insides never stopped crunching up. He stared up at the bottom of Taehyung’s bed. This will be his view from now on. That and the metal toilet across from him. It can’t be all that bad, right? He can always end up in worse places. He thought about his parents. His father only stared in disappointment and disgust. He’d told Jungkook in jail they’d never visit him. He couldn’t stand even looking at him. He’d brought disgrace and shame to their family. His mother told him she still loved him though. She’d try visiting when she could; call him every day. He hoped she’d forget. It’d already pained him to hear her crying in person; over the phone will only make it worse. His mind drifted back to that night. He remembered Jinsung’s screams, and Derrick trying to calm him down. He’d held his hands up before Jungkook hit him. He’d never hit anyone before. Nobody told him it’d hurt so much.

Taehyung’s head then popped up next to him. “Are you gonna cry?” he asked, not teasingly but blatantly. “If you are, it’s okay. I won’t tell anyone you did.”

“I don’t think so,” he answered, looking back to his ceiling. “I’ve done enough crying.”

“Hm, I know what you mean. I felt the same way too. You can only cry so much before you get tired.”

“You did?” Taehyung did not seem the crying type.

“Yeah,” he rested back on his bed, disappearing from view. “It was a deal gone bad. A friend and I went to drop off some stuff to this guy, right? He’s a huge dude. I’m talking like a walking vending machine. He’s there with some of his boys, yeah? We show him the drugs. It’s prime coke, okay? It wasn’t no cheap shit. Anyways, we’re there discussing payment when suddenly-bro, this shit was crazy-he pulls out a fucking badge!”

“He was a cop?”

“Yeah! Feds, dude. It was a setup the whole time! I felt so fucking stupid! I was telling my boy that I didn’t think it was a good idea because we didn’t know the guy that well. He said it was good because he did. Still, we went. We both ran out, right? I mean, I wasn’t planning on going to prison over some dumb shit like that. My friend decided to be all gangsta and pulls out a gun. The idiot starts firing back at the cops while we’re running. One of the bullets hits a cop in the neck and the guy starts bleeding out like superbad. I didn’t see it, but they said there was blood like all over him. I’m there running hearing guns popping off and sirens and I start freaking out. I thought my heart was gonna bust out of my chest. I made it back to my mom’s house, but they caught me there and arrested me. My mom was super pissed.”

“I imagine she was.”

“They charged me with possession with intent to sell and involuntary manslaughter.”

“The officer died?”

“Yup. My friend got straight murder, so he’s locked up for life. They were easier on me because I didn’t fight them and didn’t have a weapon on me at the time,” he said. “What about you? What’d you do?”

He tensed up on the woolen blanket. “Same as you. Involuntary manslaughter…” it sounded worse outloud.

“What? No way!” he slid back off the bed and sat on Jungkook’s bed. “For real?”

“Um, yeah.”

“Wow. I thought you did like theft or something. You don’t seem the hurting type.” He then faced him, “What happened? Who was it?”

“My-My boyfriend…”

Taehyung smiled, “Caught him fucking around behind your back?”

“Yeah…”

Taehyung thankfully sensed his hesitation, “It's not as bad as they make it seem. Honestly, the food's pretty decent here. I've gone to some places where they only feed you twice and it's like this slop that comes in a bag. Ugh,” he shuddered. “The guards aren't complete dicks either. They're just people doing their jobs. Do what they say, don't give back talk, and you're good. Unless you're with Jones or Marsh. They're both such assholes,” he shook his head. “I mean there's still scraps and stabbings and stuff, but other than that it's pretty chill. Well, easy for me to say. I'm in Bangtan 053,” he showed the tattoo, “So it's okay for me.”

“Why are you being nice to me?” the question came out before he could think.

“Because you're one of us,” he patted Jungkook's shoulder.

“Us?”

“You know, Korean,” he said.

“So if I was another race you'd hate me?”

“Nah, it's not like that. I'd be careful around you for sure, but I don't hate people. You have to be suspicious about people you meet in this place, you know?” He then said, “RM will want to meet you though.”

“RM?”

“You two talking about RM?”

Standing in the doorway was another gorgeous man. No doubt smaller, his tied back shirt shaped out his slim body. Full lips shined a soft pink color, and brown eyes that sparkled. Jungkook swallowed thickly at the sight of him. He didn’t look like everyone else; he seemed better kempt. He swept back his orange hair and grinned at Jungkook.

“Well hello handsome,” his flirtatious smirk made Jungkook worse.

“Jungkook, this is Jimin,” Taehyung introduced. “Jiminie, this is Jungkook.”

“Hey there,” he entered the room, sitting on the chair in front of him. “You're cute. You'll definitely be popular around here.”

“I...I don't want to be.”

“Too bad neither of us gets to decide that,” he sighed. He withdrew a lollipop from his pocket and unwrapped it. Jimin locked eyes with Jungkook as he slowly took the red candy in his mouth. “Have you met RM yet?” he asked, giving a firm suck that made Jungkook gulp thickly.

“No.”

“You will once he hears about you.”

“And you're going to tell him?” Taehyung raised an eyebrow.

“That's my job, Tae.” He glanced to Jungkook then back to Taehyung, “Shouldn't you be, you know, gardening anyways?”

“I already did, thank you very much,” Taehyung replied.

“Gardening?” Jungkook sat up, leaving against his pillow.

“It's…” Taehyung faltered, “Only RM can tell you really. We're not supposed to say.”

“Who is RM?”

“You’ll find out eventually,” Jimin said, sucking the lollipop more. “You don’t go to him. He asks for you.”

This ‘RM’ guy didn’t sound very pleasant. Then again, it’s prison. Taehyung and Jimin decided they’d show him around during their leisure time. Taehyung, Jimin and him took seats at an empty table in the center. He found people still eyeing him from where they sat. He wondered which one of them is RM. It must be someone big and tough. Though, he understood why guards called this block ‘Chinatown’. The name still bothered him, though Jimin and Taehyung seemed fine with it. It’s not as if there is a choice in the matter or that guards will care. Though amongst “his people”, he did see a few different faces, so the name didn’t make complete sense.

“Since we’re not allowed out of here unless we got a reason,” Taehyung pulled out a paper from his pocket and unfolded it, “I made a map.”

“A map?”

“Yeah, so newbies know our turfs. You don’t want to get shanked your first week because you walked into the wrong place.”

“What about guards?” He felt this is something that can’t be helped either way.

“They know too, but if you’re with a guard, the others don’t mind,” Jimin explained. “Most of them are cool anyways.”

“The only ones you really have to worry about are the Skinheads, who are here,” he pointed to a rectangle nearthe edge.

Taehyung drew a intricate layout of the prison. Complete with lush trees and barbed wire for perimeters, he gave the buildings 3-dimensions and bolded the words. It was quite impressive. The four main blocks (A, B, C, D) boarded the land across from one another. Each rectangle split into three labeled in numbers. He pointed to D block which was opposite theirs. “Don’t get us wrong,” Jimin added, “There’s other races mixed into these places. The nicknames are for the majority living there. In D block, it’s the white guys.”

“Some are pretty okay, you know like biker gangs or guys not part of anything,” Taehyung said. “But Alabama is where most of the Skinheads and Nazis are. They’re all split into different factions apparently, but nobody here really gives a shit, you know? A Nazi is a Nazi.”

“Right. Alabama, white guys.”

“Naturally, the Skinheads sit farther away in a corner,” he pointed on the cafeteria section, “And are near the exercise equipment. Mind you, we take the gym stuff in shifts so nobody gets into it with anyone else.”

“Seems violence is really avoided around here.”

They chuckled, “Not really. There's still fights and shit, but the system keep us separated most of the time.” He then pointed to B Block, “Then there’s B Block. All your black guys live there. There’s different gangs there-like here-so they have their own feuds. We’re pretty okay with them; RM and Donte go way back since they got locked up around the same time.”

“Donte?”

“Runs a Bloods chapter,” Jimin answered.

“They’re usually posted up on their side of the yard close to where they’re dropped off,” Taehyung noted. “You play basketball?”

“Not really.”

“You should learn. They play dirty with outsiders though, so watch out.” He noted their section of the cafeteria which is closer to the windows, “Never, ever, ever, sit in someone else’s section unless asked,” he warned. “It’s one of those unspoken things around here.”

“Okay.”

“Latino gangs are in A Block,” he tapped on the building towards the back, “It’s kind of the same as with B Block. We don’t mess with them, they don’t mess with us. Their leader is Ale, short for Alejandro.”

“He’s super fine by the way,” Jimin smiled.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Taehyung waved the comment away. “Now businesses, never buy anything from anyone outside of C Block.”

“Like what?”

“Drugs, cellphones, tattoo equipment, alcohol, you know contraband stuff,” he said. “There’s two guys you can usually get rarity items from in our block. There’s Aoki, the tall one,” he nodded to a tall, long haired man sitting in a group nearby, “And there’s our boy Yoongi. Don’t let Yoongi catch you buying from Aoki though; they’re in competition with each other.”

“Alright.”

“I don’t want to make guarantees,” he said, “But RM will probably rope you into helping us.”

“Oh, I don’t...No, I’ve never…”

“You don’t have much of a choice when it’s RM asking you,” Jimin told him. “What he says goes. If he wants you to smuggle in blow, you do it. If he wants you to plant drugs in our hiding spots, you do it. Well, you can decline but…”

“But what? He’ll kill me or something?”

“No, you’ll just be shunned by our entire gang,” he shrugged, “And in this place you don’t want that.”

“This place will eat you alive.”

The entrance doors opened, and the room broke into applause. A smug look on his face, a lean, tanned man walked in escorted by a guard. Jungkook noticed the bandage wrapped around his wrist and a break on his lip. The guard unshackled him and left him to the group greeting him. After the men dispersed, he turned to Jimin and Taehyung. The pair stood up to hug him tightly.

“Hobi!” squealed Jimin, who latched to him like a koala. “You’re out! Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve gotten you something special.”

“Trust me, you already have something special,” Hobi smirked, giving Jimin’s ass a small spank. “Tae,” he hugged the other man, “I got your gift in there. It’s well appreciated.”

“The nurses give mild stuff,” said Taehyung. “Yoongi got them for me.”

“Then I gotta thank him too.” His eyes landed on Jungkook. Jungkook noticed a tattoo similar to Taehyung's on his other wrist. Except 053 ran through the middle instead. Other small tattoos connected to one another covered one arm. Sweeping back his short, brown hair, he moved towards him, “And who’s your friend?”

“This is Jungkook,” Taehyung introduced, “He’s my bunk mate. He just got here.”

“Ah, so a new guy,” he noticed the map on the table, “Giving him a tour?”

“Yup,” he nodded. “There’s things he needs to know before he runs with us.”

“Don’t count your chickens before they've hatched, alright?” said the older man. “RM decides that. Not you.”

“Well, why wouldn’t he?” Jimin stepped in. “Jungkook’s cute and unassuming. He can get by people easily.”

Hobi looked him over, “Hm, maybe. I guess. I’m Hoseok,” he stuck out his good hand, “But call me Hope. Everyone does.”

“Hope?”

“Because people hope they might live after fighting me,” he replied in a smile. “Where’s RM?” he asked the other two.

“Playing cards with Yoongi and Jin,” Jimin told him.

“Does he know about this kid?” he gestured to Jungkook at the table.

“Was going to tell him,” he answered. “Got caught up in talking to him.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell him. Nice meeting you, Kook.”

“Um, yeah. You too.”

He watched Hoseok walk away. Once out of earshot, Jungkook looked to Taehyung. “He’s in Bangtan too,” he said, sitting back down, “He was in the infirmary because he got into a fight with a Skinhead.”

“Hoseok hates the Skinheads,” said Jimin. “Like with a passion. He’s always looking for a reason to fight one of them.”

“Pretty relatable.”

“Also RM ordered it, so it was done.”

“Why?”

“He caught one of them trying to steal from our drug hideouts,” said Taehyung. “That’s one thing everyone knows. You see drugs or anything else contraband, you leave it alone. It’s not for you.”

“Noted.”

*****

“Full house, boys!”

“Again?! How?!”

Jin looked at him in disbelief, throwing down his cards. Namjoon didn’t always win twice in a row, but when he did Jin automatically protested. Yoongi took the cards and began shuffling them as the elder continued.

“You’re cheating,” he said to Namjoon.

“How? How am I cheating?” asked Namjoon, amused by him. “Jin, this game is pure luck. All card games are based on luck.”

“Except blackjack,” Yoongi chimed in. “You just do the counting in your head.”

“I still think you cheated,” said Jin, leaning back in his chair. “I don’t know how yet. But I’m watching you, Namjoon.”

Namjoon’s jaw clenched. “You’re lucky you’re older, hyung,” he sat back to watch Yoongi deal cards.

Jin smirked, “And it’s a beautiful thing.”

Yoongi, pale and thin, dealt each of them cards to continue playing. This is what they did. They did this every day. Every day they went through the same routine until someone grew antsy. Namjoon preferred his schedule. It kept a good consistency in his life; there’s rarely any surprises. Looking through his cards, he had a pretty good hand. His eyes peered around the room. Dinner will be coming up soon, so naturally there’s more people in the middle than usual. He noted the other gang leaders in the room who all kept to themselves. Peaceful. Civil. The way it should be. Obviously, Bangtan is the largest, so the others respected them. Nobody turned their way or walked up to them.

Except Hoseok.

“Oh, our own Rocky Balboa returns,” says Jin, putting down his first card. “How was the infirmary?”

“Lovely,” replied Hoseok, sitting across from Namjoon. “The bed was semi-comfortable and the room had a nice view.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah and her name was Kassandra.”

The other three men laughed, but Namjoon simply put down one of his cards. “Is it done?” he asked once the laughter died down.

Hoseok’s smile faded, and he gave a curt nod. “Yeah. I think fuck-face got the message.”

“I did hear that Harris is in pretty bad shape,” said Yoongi. “Taehyung told me when he went to visit.”

“Good. Next time he’ll think before sticking his hand in places it doesn’t belong,” Namjoon grimaced.

“Fucking supremacists,” hissed Hoseok. “Think everything belongs to them.”

“We gotta watch them from now on,” Namjoon told Jin. “Make sure that little one in the kitchen doesn’t get near the lettuce.”

“I won’t. I keep him peeling when it comes in. Taehyung and Jimin unload the truck.” He nudged Namjoon’s arms, “Relax. I got this. It was a one time thing; it won’t happen again.”

He wished he could believe him. “Speaking of unloading,” Hoseok began, putting down a card, “Have you seen the new inmate?”

“What do those two things have to do with each other?” asked Yoongi.

“No, I haven’t,” Namjoon glanced around the room again, “Where is he?”

“With Jiminie and Tae. They’re giving him the ‘tour’.”

“They should bring him to you,” Jin declared. “Every new guy has to go through you first.”

“They want to get him settled,” Yoongi suggested. “Give it a day or two before you call him over here.”

Not all new inmates met Namjoon. He left it to Jimin or Taehyung to choose candidates for him. He trusted their judgment. Throwing down his last card, sighing in his defeat, he looked back to the room. He found Jimin’s orange head in the sea of black and brown. In front of him sat a man not much older than their youngest. A sweet face with wide-eyes and cute nose, he definitely didn’t belong here. He reminded Namjoon of a skittish cat. As Taehyung explained his map, the boy continued looking around closed up tight. He waited. He waited for the moment someone will approach him and not be so nice. It is inevitable. A boy as soft and pretty as him will gain at least some attention. Yoongi started a new game, Jin and Hoseok talked about Nurse Kassandra, but he watched this new inmate. He wondered what got him in Rickshaw. It can’t be anything dangerous. Maybe theft or possession; a non-violent crime. But if it were, he’d be in a minimum security prison, not here.

“You think he killed someone?” Yoongi noticed his silence. Yoongi noticed everything, and it became bothersome at times. “It’s always the quiet ones who do the worst damage,” he glimpsed to Jin.

“Don’t you go side-eyeing me, Min,” warned Jin.

“Just saying. It’s possible.”

“Maybe,” Namjoon answered. “You never know these days. The outside is fucking crazy.”

“One thing’s for sure,” a smirk went across Hoseok’s face, “He’s definitely your type.”

“My type?”

“Soft and pretty.”

Namjoon looked to the man again, seeing him follow Jimin and Taehyung back to his cell. The idea of having him close, smelling his sweetness and kissing his supple skin did stir something in him. But then the block door doused out any fantasies.

"Jung H, Kim S, Kim T, Min S, and Park J,” Officer Sharp appeared in the doorway, reading off a clipboard, “Let’s go. Kitchen detail.”

The three men groaned as they stood from the table. He saw Taehyung and Jimin line up with them. The new one most likely will be assigned somewhere else. Someone so angelic won’t last long anywhere but the kitchen. Namjoon called new players and distracted himself from the newbie.

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