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03jyh23 · 7 months ago

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— shooting stars! || park seonghwa

loosely inspired by the drama shitting stars!

Most people aren’t interested in the truth. They just casually gossip to entertain themselves. No one takes responsibility for the caused pain.

idol!seonghwa x prmanager!reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut

trigger warnings: vanilla sex, honestly there's not much just kissing, touching, and... lovemaking. really soft smut. it's embarrassing, jealousy, argument, emotional distress, career-related stress, and difficult decisions

words: 8.2 k

reminder: what you're about to read is purely fiction, so let's keep it separate from reality.

!minors do not interact!

— hi there! this is my longest story so far! i've been working on it like crazy for the past few days and here we finally are. so the smut... it's not really a smut but still? i tried oh god, i feel so embarrassed but yeah i just decided to go for it. it's again requested work but i actually changed some of it to fit into my idea... anyway thank you so much for requesting!

love, monika. ♡

if you enjoyed this post, i'd be so grateful for a little love – a like or comment would truly make my day!

The office in Mapo-gu, Seoul, felt stiflingly hot, despite having already downed three cups of iced coffee. With the air conditioning out of order and repairs not scheduled until two days later, you found yourself drowning in a sea of work. Who would have imagined that working at a medium-sized entertainment agency would entail such an overwhelming workload? You should have felt grateful for landing this job, considering the effort you had put into securing it, but at times, it felt overwhelmingly demanding. Being the head of the PR department at KQ Entertainment was certainly something to boast about, especially after ATEEZ's success. You joined the company a few years back when you were the sole member of the PR team. If you claimed you believed in the company's success from the beginning, you'd be lying. When you first entered, fear outweighed optimism regarding the future. Indeed, it was no small feat for eight teenage boys to shoulder the weight of an entire company, but ATEEZ rose to the challenge with unwavering determination and passion. Now, with two active bands under KQ's wings, you find yourself constantly occupied.

Managing the members of ATEEZ was undoubtedly a challenging task, and surprisingly, it wasn't due to any misbehavior on their part. Despite their young age and the temptations that come with fame, the ATEEZ members remained remarkably grounded and focused on their careers. You truly admired that. But when a band from such a small company starts gaining momentum, rumors are bound to circulate. Your main priority was to prevent those rumors from leaking. Which wasn't easy, as people can be cruel when they're envious. But still, to this day ATEEZ has not been involved in any major scandals, which made you proud.

In a small company like KQ, everybody knows each other. Initially, stepping into that environment, you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous around the members of ATEEZ. Their presence seemed to exude a magnetic energy that was both captivating and intimidating. As you interacted with them more and more, you realized that their aura was indeed something special. Each member brought their own unique charm and personality to the table. You and the members of ATEEZ grew slightly closer than others, due to your similar ages, but it was Seonghwa who stood out to you the most. His effortless humor, kindness, and genuine care for others made him a favorite. Right from the start, you felt drawn to him. However, you maintained a professional demeanor, knowing all too well the potential consequences of getting too close, especially considering his status as an idol. But at some point, company dinners and parties became regular occasions, where you celebrated each of ATEEZ’s success together. And as the alcohol in your system increased, your professionalism decreased. Your bond with Seonghwa deepened, you found yourself drawn to him more than ever before. Whether it was sharing drinks, engaging in playful games, or simply relishing heartfelt conversations over company dinner, you cherished every moment spent in his company. With each passing interaction, your admiration for him grew, and before you knew it, you were falling head over heels for him. Despite the looming fear of crossing a line you couldn't return from; you couldn't resist him. What started as a professional relationship evolved into something much deeper and more profound. The shy touches and lingering glances exchanged between you spoke volumes, conveying emotions that words alone couldn't express. In the midst of loud music and bustling crowds, you found yourselves leaning closer to each other, seeking solace in the warmth of each other's presence. His hand naturally gravitated to your waist whenever you stood side by side, a silent yet undeniable declaration of the connection you shared.

The day had been long and exhausting, and you were just about ready to call it quits when the sudden intrusion of your boss jolted you from your thoughts. Startled, you looked up to see him standing in the doorway, a look of excitement and urgency written across his face.

"Y/N! Have you heard?" he exclaimed; his voice filled with anticipation. You blinked in surprise, your exhaustion momentarily forgotten as you leaned forward in your chair.

"Heard what?" you asked, curiosity piqued. Your boss couldn't contain his grin as he delivered the news.

"ATEEZ just sold out an entire US Tour!" The words hung in the air, sinking in slowly as you processed their significance. And then, without warning, a surge of elation washed over you, and before you knew it, you were on your feet, a joyful scream escaping your lips.

"What?" you exclaimed, unable to contain your excitement. Without a second thought, you rushed forward, enveloping your boss in a tight hug, overcome with happiness at the incredible news. It was a moment of pure exhilaration, a testament to the hard work and dedication of everyone involved in ATEEZ's journey. The exhaustion of the day melted away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of pride and accomplishment. The excitement in your boss's voice was contagious as he patted your back, a wide grin spreading across his face.

"We are celebrating tonight!" he declared with enthusiasm, his words echoing through the office. A surge of anticipation raced through you at the prospect of celebrating ATEEZ's incredible achievement.

"Absolutely!" you replied eagerly, already picturing the party ahead. With a playful wink, your boss continued,

"So go back to your place, doll up, and I'll see you here at 7 sharp!" You nodded enthusiastically, a smile stretching from ear to ear.

"You got it!" You exclaimed, already mentally planning your outfit for the evening. As you made your way out of the office, the excitement of the impending celebration filled you with renewed energy. With a spring in your step and a heart full of anticipation, you packed up your belongings and bid farewell to the office for the day. The thought of celebrating ATEEZ's success and the prospect of finally seeing Seonghwa filled you with an infectious excitement that bubbled within you. As you made your way through the bustling streets, the anticipation only grew stronger. The familiar sights and sounds of the city seemed to fade into the background, overshadowed by the promise of the evening ahead. Tonight was a night for celebration, a chance to toast to ATEEZ's success and revel in the joy of being surrounded by friends and colleagues. But above all else, it was a night to be reunited with Seonghwa, and you couldn't wait to see where the evening would take you. With a smile on your face and excitement in your heart, you pushed open the door to your apartment.

After a quick shower to freshen up and wash away the cares of the day, you set about styling your hair and applying my makeup with meticulous care. With the luxury of extra time on your hands, you paid attention to every detail to ensure that you looked and felt your best for the evening ahead. After finishing your make-up, you reached out for your phone resting on the nightstand, your heart skipping a beat as you saw Seonghwa's name flashing on the screen. A surge of excitement coursed through you as you answered the call, eager to hear his voice after what felt like an eternity apart.

"Hello?" You said, your voice tinged with anticipation as you brought the phone to your ear, butterflies dancing in your stomach.

"Hey, it's me," Seonghwa's voice came through the line, warm and familiar, sending a rush of warmth through you. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you replied,

"Hi, Seonghwa. I was just thinking about you." There was a pause on the other end of the line, followed by a soft chuckle.

"Funny, I was just thinking about you too," he said, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "I will see you tonight, right?"

"Absolutely, I wouldn't miss it for anything," you replied without hesitation, "We definitely need to celebrate!"

"Honestly, the only thing that matters is that I will finally see you," Seonghwa's voice came through the phone, filled with warmth and affection. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you replied,

"Same here, Seonghwa. I've missed you." And as you exchanged a few more words of affection and excitement, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to be reunited once more. With a renewed sense of anticipation and joy, you ended the call, a sense of warmth and happiness lingering in your heart. Tonight was going to be a night to remember, and you couldn't wait to see Seonghwa's smiling face once more.

Choosing the perfect outfit for the evening was challenging. On one hand, you wanted to look your best – to make a memorable impression on Seonghwa after being apart for so long due to his overseas schedule. But on the other hand, you didn't want to appear overdressed or out of place at the party. After rummaging through your wardrobe for what felt like an eternity, you finally settled on something.��Opting for a timeless and sophisticated look, you selected a classic black shirt for the evening's celebration. Deciding to add a touch of allure to the ensemble, you opted to leave the top few buttons of the shirt undone, revealing a hint of skin. It was a small gesture, but it added just the right amount of intrigue to the outfit. Paired with a simple black skirt that hit just in the middle of your tights, the combination was effortlessly sexy. The monochromatic palette created a sleek and cohesive look that was eye-catching. With a few carefully chosen accessories – a delicate, gold necklace, a pair of understated earrings, and a sleek clutch – you completed the outfit. As you admired your reflection in the mirror, a sense of excitement washed over you. Tonight was going to be a night to remember.

You entered the company building, the air was filled with electric energy, a tangible sense of excitement pulsating through the air. Everywhere you looked, you could see signs of preparation – colorful balloons swaying gently in the breeze, banners hanging from the walls, and a festive atmosphere that filled the space with warmth and joy. A smile spread across your lips as you took in the sight before you, feeling a surge of excitement building within you. It was clear that everyone had gone to great lengths to ensure that tonight's celebration would be a night to remember, a fitting tribute to ATEEZ's incredible achievement. With each step you took, the anticipation continued to build, fueled by the excitement of finally being reunited with Seonghwa and the rest of the ATEEZ members. After exchanging greetings with everyone and soaking in the festive atmosphere, you found yourself nestled in a cozy corner of the room, a drink in hand. As you scanned the bustling room, your heart skipped a beat with each familiar face that passed by, hoping to catch sight of Seonghwa among the crowd, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Y/N!" As you heard your name called from across the room, you turned your head in the direction of the sound. Through the sea of people, you spotted a familiar face.

"San!" You greeted him enthusiastically as he approached, a genuine smile spreading across your face at the sight of him. San was always such a warm and friendly presence, and you were genuinely glad that he had come over to you. "Congratulations!" you exclaimed as San pulled you in a warm hug. With a smile, you pulled back from the hug, meeting his gaze with genuine happiness in your eyes. "I'm so happy for you, San," you said sincerely, knowing that his success was well-deserved.

"It's truly incredible," San replied, a smile tugging at his lips as he raised his glass to clink it against yours. The sound of glass meeting glass echoed through the room, a toast to success. "It's moments like these that make all the hard work worth it," San said, you nodded with agreement. "Here's to many more successes and celebrations to come." with a smile, you took another sip of your drink, savoring the moment and feeling grateful for the opportunity to share it with a friend like San.

''Y/N! You look amazing!' You didn't notice when Hongjoong approached you,

"Thank you!" You replied, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. Before you could react, Hongjoong took your hand and spun you around gently, causing laughter to bubble up from within you. His eyes scanned you appreciatively, and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks under his gaze. It was a simple gesture, but it filled you with a sense of happiness.

"Am I interrupting something?" As the question hung in the air, you turned your gaze away from Hongjoong and met Seonghwa's eyes, feeling a rush of emotions wash over you. His presence seemed to fill the room, drawing you in with an intensity that was both exhilarating and unnerving. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as you locked eyes, a silent exchange passing between you both. In that moment, it felt as though the rest of the world faded away, leaving only the two of you standing there, caught in a moment.

"No, not at all," you replied, as you tore your gaze away from Seonghwa's, turning back to face San and Hongjoong. "We were just catching up." your mind remained fixed on Seonghwa, unable to shake the feeling of his presence lingering in the air.

"I was just telling her how amazing she looks tonight," As Hongjoong's words filled the air, a warm smile spread across your face at his kind gesture. It was a small reassurance amid the tension that lingered between Seonghwa and you,

"Thank you, Hongjoong," you replied with genuine gratitude, meeting his gaze briefly before turning back to face Seonghwa once more. His eyes bore into yours, and you couldn't help but wonder what thoughts lay behind Seonghwa's gaze.

''We will leave you two alone and say hi to the rest of the team.'' San spoke, as he took Hongjoong by his arm, and pulled him behind.

"Of course," you replied, nodding in understanding as San and Hongjoong made their way towards the rest of the team. They disappeared into the crowd, leaving you alone. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence between you filled with unspoken words and unresolved tension.

“I don’t like the way they look at you” Seonghwa's words hung in the air, breaking the silence with a weight that you couldn't ignore. His voice was soft, tinged with a hint of concern that sent a shiver down your spine. You couldn't help but feel a mix of surprise and curiosity at his sudden confession.

"What do you mean?" you asked. There was a depth to his words that hinted at something more, and you found yourself holding your breath, waiting for him to elaborate. Seonghwa sighed, his expression troubled as he struggled to find the right words.

"I mean... I just don't like the way they look at you," he confessed, his voice strained with emotion. His admission caught you off guard, and you were at a loss for how to respond. "It drives me crazy." As he downed his drink in one swift motion, you could see the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.

"Seonghwa, are you... jealous?" you asked tentatively, your heart pounding in your chest. His eyes widened at your question, and for a moment, he was speechless.

"Jealous?" Seonghwa repeated, seemingly taken aback by your question. He looked at you, his eyes searching yours as if he was trying to find the answer himself. After a moment of silence, he let out a soft chuckle, his gaze dropping to his hands. "Maybe I am," he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. The intensity of his confession made your heart flutter, and a blush crept up your cheeks. You watched as he ran a hand through his hair, a sign of his nervousness that you had come to recognize.

"I just... I care about you, you know?" He looked up at you, his eyes filled with an emotion that you hadn't seen before. It was a look of protectiveness, of possessiveness, but also of vulnerability. And in that moment, you realized that perhaps Seonghwa's feelings ran deeper than you had initially thought. Your moment was abruptly interrupted by someone calling his name from across the room. Your heart sank slightly, realizing that you wouldn't have the opportunity to delve deeper into the conversation. Seonghwa glanced at you apologetically, his expression filled with regret.

"I'll be right back," he promised, his voice tinged with disappointment. You nodded in understanding, offering him a reassuring smile despite the lingering questions in your mind.

"Take your time," you replied, watching as he made his way through the crowd, his figure disappearing into the throng of people. Left alone with your thoughts, you couldn't help but wonder about the true meaning behind Seonghwa's words. His confession had stirred up a whirlwind of emotions within you, and you longed for the chance to delve deeper into it. But for now, all you could do was wait, hoping for the opportunity to continue your conversation when the time was right.

As the night wore on, you found yourself swept up in a whirlwind of conversations and celebrations, the opportunity to continue the conversation with Seonghwa slipping further and further away with each passing moment. Seonghwa seemed to be caught up in the festivities as well, pulled in different directions by the demands of the evening. Despite your best efforts to find a moment alone with him, the bustling atmosphere of the party made it difficult to carve out the time for a private conversation. Seonghwa was constantly surrounded by friends and colleagues, and you found yourself pulled in different directions as well, engaging in lively discussions and catching up with the rest of the team.

The atmosphere in the company was quiet, with only the faint echoes of the recent party lingering in the air. As the party slowly wound down and the last of the guests trickled out of the door, you found yourself alone in the room, left to clean up the aftermath. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approached, and you turned to find Seonghwa lingering in the doorway.

"Can I help you clean up?" he asked, his voice gentle and earnest. You nodded, appreciating his offer of help and the chance to speak with him once again.

"Of course, thank you, Seonghwa." You replied, welcoming his company. Together, you started to pick up the scattered cups and plates, the silence between you comfortable yet filled with anticipation. Seonghwa worked diligently, making quick work of the mess. You watched him out of the corner of your eye, admiring his focus. When he finished, he looked up and met your gaze, a small smile playing on his lips.

"It's much easier with two people," he commented, breaking the silence. You agreed and thanked him again for his help. The room was now clean, but neither of you made a move to leave. Seonghwa finally broke the silence.

"About what I said earlier," he began, hesitating slightly. You nodded, indicating that you were listening. He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before he continued. "I meant what I said. I care about you... more than I probably should." His words echoed in the empty room; the atmosphere suddenly heavy. You looked at him, surprised by his confession but also relieved. His feelings mirrored your own, and you found yourself smiling at him.

"I care about you too, Seonghwa," you replied, his face lit up at your words, and for the first time that evening, you felt a sense of peace wash over you.

"Can I kiss you?" His words sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through you, and without hesitation, you reached out to gently cup his face in your hands.

"Yes," you whispered, Seonghwa’s eyes twinkled with happiness at your answer. You could feel your heart pound against your chest in anticipation. Seonghwa’s touch was gentle yet commanding as he pulled you closer by your waist, drawing you into his embrace with a magnetic force that was impossible to resist. As his touch sent shivers cascading down your spine, your body reacted instinctively, responding to the electrifying sensation with an intensity that took your breath away. Every nerve seemed to ignite with a fiery spark as his fingertips grazed your skin, leaving a trail of tingling sensation. Seonghwa's lips were warm and soft against yours, each gentle brush sending sparks of electricity dancing across your skin. The moment his lips met yours, everything around melted away. All you could feel was him; his lips on yours, his heartbeat echoing your own. The kiss was soft, tender, filled with all the emotions that had been building up between you. With each press of Seonghwa’s lips against yours, you felt yourself melting into his touch, losing yourself in the intoxicating sensation of his embrace. Your heart pounded furiously in your chest, a steady rhythm echoing the urgency of the desire that coursed through you. With each caress, your senses were heightened, attuned to every nuance of his touch. It was as if a spark had been ignited within you, setting your entire being ablaze with a fierce longing that threatened to consume you whole.

"Seonghwa, we shouldn't," you whispered breathlessly against his lips as you pulled away, a pang of hesitation gnawing at your heart.

"Why not?" He murmured, his breath hitching as he stared at you with a look of surprise and confusion. His words resonated within you, forcing you to confront the fear that had been lingering at the back of your mind. You swallowed hard, your mind wrestling with the feelings that had been building up inside you.

"You're an idol, Seonghwa, and I... I work for your PR team," you started, your voice barely a whisper. You watched as the confusion in his eyes shifted to understanding, his grip on your waist loosening slightly. "The rules... the... the consequences," you stuttered, your heart pounding as you tried to put your fears into words. "We could get caught... I could lose my job... and it could ruin your career." For a moment, Seonghwa was silent, absorbing your words. You could see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between his feelings and the harsh reality of the world you both lived in. But then, he pulled you closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I understand," he said softly, his voice barely audible over the pounding in your chest. "But I can't help how I feel about you. We'll figure this out... together." You tried to say something, to voice the concerns still swirling in your mind, but Seonghwa shook his head and placed a finger on your lips.

"Shhh... I've waited too long for this," he murmured, and before you could respond, he leaned in once again, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss that left no room for argument. His touch was electrifying, his lips hungry and insistent against yours, and you found yourself returning his fervor with equal intensity. There was no gentleness, no tender caresses. Instead, your kiss was raw and unbridled, fueled by a primal hunger that threatened to consume you both. With each brush of your lips, the barriers that had once held you back crumbled, giving way to an overwhelming surge of desire. In the heat of the moment, there was no room for hesitation or doubt. All that mattered was the fiery connection that blazed between you, igniting a flame that burned brighter with each passing second. And as you lost yourselves in the intoxicating rush of passion, you knew that there was no turning back. As the world around you melted away, you found the courage to voice the words that had been on the tip of your tongue.

"Let's go to my place," you breathed out, your heart pounding in your chest as you waited for his response. Seonghwa looked at you, a slight surprise in his eyes. Then a slow smile spread across his face, transforming his features into a look of pure happiness.

"I'd love to," he replied, his voice husky. You reached out, gently grasping Seonghwa's wrist and pulling him to follow you. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, but there was a glimmer of excitement mirrored in their depths. With a sense of urgency, you swiftly took your purse. Every movement was propelled by a heady mix of anticipation and desire, your heart pounding in rhythm with the rapid pace of your thoughts. As you made your way to the back door, Seonghwa paused for a moment, reaching for his jacket, glasses, and a mask before stepping outside. You were struck by his thoughtfulness and attention to detail. In that simple gesture, you saw a glimpse of the considerate and caring person he was beneath the surface. With a soft smile, you followed, grabbing your own jacket and slipping on a mask before joining Seonghwa outside. The cool night air greeted you as you stepped onto the pavement, wrapping you in its embrace. Feeling the warmth of Seonghwa's hand intertwining with yours sent a jolt of electricity. With your fingers intertwined, you set off together, following the familiar way that would lead you to your apartment. You couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude as you made your way through the quiet streets, it was a relief to know that your apartment was only a short distance away from the company.

As soon as the door to your apartment closed behind you, Seonghwa pulled you hard into his chest, your bodies pressing on each other. His kisses became more urgent, his grip on you tighter as if he was afraid you would disappear. His lips found yours in a passionate kiss that left you breathless, his taste intoxicating, leaving you wanting more. In this moment, there was no room for remorse or second thoughts, only the overpowering need for each other. You were lost in him, in the overwhelming sensation of his touch, his taste, his scent. As the intensity of your shared passion escalated, Seonghwa moved to unbutton your shirt, his fingers trembling slightly with anticipation.

"Wait," you murmured, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark and filled with desire, but he stopped at your words, his hands coming to rest on your waist as he waited for you to continue. "I... I just want to make sure we're both on the same page," you said softly, voice trembling slightly with the weight of the moment. "I care about you, Seonghwa, more than I can put into words. But I want it to mean something, for both of us." As you spoke, you searched his expression for any sign of hesitation or doubt, but all you found was a profound sense of understanding and respect. In that moment, you were sure that Seonghwa shared your desire for something deeper, something more meaningful than just physical intimacy. His lips curved into a tender smile, and he reached up to gently cup your cheek in his hand.

"I understand," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "I want this to mean something too, Y/N. More than anything. I’m not leaving you." With those words, the last of your doubts melted away, leaving only a sense of trust and connection between you. His touch, careful and loving, trailed down your body, taking the time to appreciate every inch of you. Seonghwa’s fingers traced over your skin, leaving a trail of warmth and desire in their wake. He took his time, his hands exploring you as if he was memorizing every curve, every line of your body. Your hands found their way to his hair, tugging gently at the soft strands. He let out a soft groan, his hot breath fanning against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His lips found yours again, stealing your breath away with the intensity of the kiss. His hands moved to the buttons of your shirt, unbuttoning it and tossing it aside. His gaze was full of admiration and desire as he looked at you, his eyes taking in your form.

"You're beautiful, Y/N," he murmured against your lips, his voice low and filled with emotion. You blushed, a smile spreading across your lips at his words. Seonghwa leaned in, pressing kisses along your neck, collarbones, down to your chest. His hands finally moved to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor. His touch was electrifying, each kiss sending waves of pleasure through your body. Seonghwa was patient, taking his time to make you feel loved, and cherished. He moved lower, his lips trailing down your stomach, making you gasp with anticipation. You arched into his touch, your fingers tangling in his hair, guiding him closer to where you needed him. "So impatient," Seonghwa commented as he moved back up, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer. Craving the feel of his skin against yours, your hands moved to his shirt, unbuttoning it and pushing it off his shoulders. You took a moment to admire him, your gaze trailing over his muscular chest, and the defined abs. Seonghwa was beautiful, every inch of him perfect. You reached out, your fingers tracing over his skin, feeling the warmth radiating from him. Seonghwa’s hands roamed your body, the touch igniting a fire within you. He moved lower once again, his lips trailing down your stomach, making you gasp with anticipation. His hands moved to your skirt, unzipping it and sliding it down your legs. Seonghwa’s lips found the skin on your thighs, his hands gently creasing them, each touch sending waves of desire coursing through you. His lips moved up your tight, his lips finding all your sensitive spots, making you arch your back and gasp out his name. You felt his breath dangerously close to your panties, which by now were soaked completely with your arousal.

"Seonghwa," you moaned, your voice thick with longing as you arched your back, surrendering to the intoxicating sensations that washed over you. "Not here," you murmured, your voice trembling as looked down on him with a mixture of desire and urgency. "Bedroom... Let's go to the bedroom." Seonghwa, with a deep and magnetic gaze that held you captive, guided you gently towards the bedroom. He led you to the edge of the bed, his hands never leaving your body. Carefully, with an affectionate touch, he laid you down on the soft sheets. Seonghwa's gaze was intense but tender, as if he was committing every detail of you to memory. The look in his eyes held a fervor that was both thrilling and comforting. The last piece of your clothing was slowly discarded, your lace panties landing softly on the floor. His hands, now free to explore, traced a path of heat down your bare body, each touch igniting a spark of anticipation. He kissed you deeply, a promise of more to come, before his eyes met yours once more. Seonghwa's gaze was full of adoration and hunger, a testament to the intimate connection that was about to deepen. Slowly, Seonghwa began to undress himself, his movements unhurried and deliberate. As the last piece of his clothing dropped to the floor, he positioned himself atop you, his bare skin against yours sending tremors of desire coursing through your veins. His eyes continued to hold your gaze, their depths reflecting the shared anticipation of the intimate moment that was about to unfold.

"Is this alright?" Seonghwa whispered against your lips.

"Yes," you murmured, your voice barely more than a whisper, "Yes, Seonghwa... I'm yours." Your affirmation seemed to ignite something within him. A slow, intoxicating smile spread across his face, his dark eyes twinkling with a mixture of love, desire, and a hint of possessiveness that sent shivers down your spine. His gaze never wavered from yours, maintaining eye contact as he leaned down, his lips meeting yours in a searing, passionate kiss. One of his hands, tender and firm, cradled your face, his thumb gently brushing against your cheeks. With the other one he steadied himself between your legs, and you finally felt him entering you slowly and gently, his movements measured and full of care. The feeling was intoxicating, overwhelming in its intensity but filled with a tenderness that only Seonghwa could provide. As Seonghwa moved, you felt a surge of pleasure that left you gasping, your fingers trailing over his back, your nails gently digging into his skin. His name fell from your lips in a breathless whisper, the syllables intertwining with the soft moans and gasps that filled the room. Each thrust heightened the pleasure, building up tension that had you moaning his name louder. He responded to your every sound, his movements shifting and adapting to your responses. It was as if he was attuned to every part of you, each touch designed to elicit the maximum pleasure.

"Seonghwa," you moaned, as he continued to move, his rhythm steady and deliberate. He looked down at you, his gaze filled with love and desire, his expression mirroring the pleasure coursing through you. "I’m close" you whimpered as the pleasure started to overwhelm you.

"I know, baby," he responded, his voice low and soothing. His eyes never left yours, holding your gaze as the room around you both seemed to fade. Each of his movements were measured, calculated to draw the maximum response from you. He knew exactly what you needed, when you needed it, and he wasn't afraid to take his time in delivering it. Seonghwa was completely in tune with your body, knowing just how to touch you, how to move, to bring you to the edge. A gasp escaped your lips as his rhythm increased, the intensity building as he moved. His name was a whispered prayer on your lips, the only word you could manage as you clung to him. The world around you narrowed to the feeling of him, the sight of him, the sound of him, the scent of him.

"Let go baby," he murmured against your ear, his voice a soothing balm, grounding you in the moment. With a few more deep movements, he guided you both to the peak of your shared pleasure. The feeling was indescribable, a release of tension that left you both panting and gasping for breath. And through it all, Seonghwa was there with you, his gaze never leaving yours, his love and desire for you clear in his eyes. As the waves of pleasure subsided, Seonghwa collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms. He held you close, his heart beating in time with yours as you both lay there in silence, the echoes of your shared climax still reverberating through your bodies. Seonghwa’s fingers traced idle patterns on your skin, a soothing gesture that eased the lingering tremors racking your body. His lips pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, the tenderness of the gesture making your heart flutter.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. His concern was palpable, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort. You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips.

"More than okay," you assured him, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from his sweaty forehead. His answering smile was warm and genuine, a sight that never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

"Good," he murmured, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His breathing slowly became more regular, his body relaxing as he basked in the afterglow. You laid there, tangled in each other's arms, your heartbeats syncing in the quiet. There was no need for words now, the silence between you was comfortable and familiar. As you drifted off to sleep, his arms tightened around you.

You were suddenly awakened by the sound of Seonghwa's voice, harsh and irritated, a stark contrast to the gentle tone you had grown accustomed to. His distressed voice pierced the calm tranquility of the early morning as he was on the phone, pacing around the room with furrowed brows, clearly in frustration. As you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you noticed your phone blinking on the bedside table. Forty-three missed calls. A wave of chilly dread filled you as you unlocked your phone to see the flood of messages and notifications. The first one you clicked on made your heart drop. Pictures of you and Seonghwa, walking to your apartment, your hands intertwined, were plastered all over various media outlets. The headlines screamed about Seonghwa's secret relationship, a shocking revelation that seemed to have hit the fandom like a lightning bolt. The comments section was a whirlpool of emotions - shock, betrayal, and surprisingly, support. As you scrolled through the articles, you could barely register the words. This was your worst nightmare coming to life, the very reason you hesitated to start a relationship with Seonghwa in the first place. Seonghwa finished his call and turned to you, his face unnaturally pale.

"It's all over the news," he said, his voice barely a whisper. The room felt suffocating as a heavy silence descended upon it, both of you too stunned to utter a word. The reality of the situation was sinking in, unfolding a terrifying scenario that you both had dreaded. Your mind was racing, scrambling to make sense of the situation. All your worst fears were coming to life - the fear of getting caught, of losing your job, and of potentially damaging Seonghwa's career. This was the adverse consequence of your secret relationship, the one you had feared and tried to prevent from the very beginning. Yet, amidst the turmoil, you couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. Your anger flared as you dialed your boss's number, your hands shaking as you held the phone to your ear. He picked up on the second ring, his voice tense,

"You need to do your job and stop this information from spreading," he demanded, his tone cold and unyielding. You felt your heart clench at his words, a bitter laugh escaping your lips as you fired back,

"How am I supposed to do that when I'm the one involved?" The line crackled with tension as you braced yourself for your boss's response, knowing that your conversation was about to take a heated turn.

"You're involved!?" His voice was sharp, laced with disbelief and a hint of anger. "How could you let this happen, Y/N? Do you have any idea what kind of mess you've gotten yourself into?" His words hit you like a slap in the face, and you felt a surge of anger rising within you.

"I didn't 'let' anything happen," you shot back, your own voice rising with frustration. "This isn't something I planned or wanted. And as for the mess, believe me, I'm well aware of it." There was a tense pause on the other end of the line, the silence filled with unspoken accusations and bitter recriminations. You could practically feel your boss's disappointment radiating through the phone, a heavy weight pressing down on you with each passing second.

"We need to contain this," he said finally, his tone clipped and businesslike. "Handle the damage control on our end, write a press release. Stay out of the public eye, keep your head down, and for god's sake, don't make things worse." You clenched your jaw, struggling to keep your emotions in check as you listened to his instructions.

"And what about Seonghwa?" you demanded, unable to suppress the edge of desperation in your voice. There was another pause, longer this time, as your boss considered his response.

"Seonghwa knew what he was getting into when he chose this life," he said finally, his voice oddly cold and unsympathetic. "He's a public figure, and he needs to accept the consequences of his actions. Just like you do." The words hung between you, a bitter reminder of the harsh reality you were both facing. As you hung up the phone, a sense of resignation settled over you, knowing that no matter how much you wanted to protect Seonghwa, there were forces at play far beyond your control. Seonghwa, who had been a silent witness to your conversation, finally broke his silence. His sobs filled the room, each one stabbing you like a knife to the heart. You turned to him, your eyes filled with regret and sorrow.

"I was supposed to be the one protecting you," you said, your voice choked with tears. You could see the pain in his eyes, reflecting your own as you confessed, "This was a mistake. I'm going to get fired, Seonghwa. There's no future for us." His face crumpled at your words, a look of utter devastation replacing his earlier confusion.

"No, Y/N, please..." he pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion. "I can't lose you." he retorted, his voice filled with a mixture of anger and despair. His words hit you like a punch to the gut. As the silence settled in the room, you felt a lump forming in your throat. The harsh reality of the situation was too overwhelming to comprehend. The words that had been exchanged between you two still echoed in your ears, haunting you. The room, once filled with love and warmth, now felt cold and distant. The air was heavy with unspoken words and suppressed emotions. Seonghwa, his eyes red and swollen from crying, looked at you. His usual cheerful demeanor was now replaced with a look of sadness and despair. He seemed like a completely different person. Seeing him like this broke your heart even more, the reality of the situation dawning on you.

"I... I need some time," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He got up from the bed, picked up his clothes from the floor and walked towards the bathroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You sat there, numb and silent, as you processed everything that had happened. You felt a sense of guilt wash over you, realizing that your actions had led to this mess. Picking up your phone, you answered the incoming call from one of the reporters.

"This is a delicate matter, and we are currently fact-checking all the information," you replied, maintaining a professional tone. "We will be releasing an official press statement soon regarding the matter. Thank you for your understanding."

For the next several minutes, you found yourself answering a seemingly endless stream of phone calls, bombarded with the same questions over and over again. "Who is this girl?" "Is it really Seonghwa?" "Is it official?" With each call, your heart ached a little more, the reality of the situation sinking in. You were the reason behind this mess, and with each question, the weight of your actions became increasingly clear. Seonghwa finally emerged from the bathroom, he was fully dressed, his hair neatly combed back, and his face, although still showing signs of distress, was more composed. He settled down next to you, the distance between you heavy with unspoken tension. You could feel his gaze burning into you, his eyes searching for answers in the depths of your own. But as he heard you denying what happened during countless phone calls, a flicker of hurt flashed across his features, overshadowing the mask of composure he had worn moments before.

"Y/N," he began, his voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and disappointment. "Why are you doing this? We can't keep pretending like nothing happened." His words cut through the silence like a knife, leaving you speechless in their wake. You could feel the weight of his gaze bearing down on you, demanding honesty in the face of your denial. But as you met his eyes, you saw the pain reflected in their depths, and a pang of guilt surged through you. You had hurt him deeply with your words, and now, as you continued to deny the truth, you were only adding to his anguish. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you turned away, unable to meet Seonghwa’s gaze any longer. In that moment, you felt more alone than ever, trapped in a web of lies and deceit from which there seemed to be no escape.

Once the calls ended, with a heavy heart, you began to draft a press release denying the rumors. As you typed, your mind raced with thoughts of how to properly word your denial, how to ensure that it would put an end to the rampant speculation. Seonghwa, who had been observing silently, finally spoke up, his tone filled with discontent. "Why are you denying it?" he asked, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and frustration.

"Seonghwa, we have to," you tried explaining,

"No, we don't," he retorted, his voice steady and determined. "We don't have to lie. We don't have to hide."

"Seonghwa, we can't just admit to this. The backlash... it could ruin your career," you argued, your voice tinged with desperation.

"And what? We lie? We hide?" Seonghwa countered, his voice filled with frustration.

"We need to think about the consequences. The fans, the company... it's not just us we have to consider." you countered, trying to maintain your composure.

"I don't care about that," he said, his voice softening. "I care about you. I care about us. I don't want to lie about that."

"But this isn't just about us. There are other people involved. Our actions have consequences." you responded, your voice breaking slightly.

"I know that" he said, his tone resolute. "But isn't our relationship worth fighting for?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. As the weight of your situation bore down, you felt the sting of desperation clawing at your heart, driving you to speak words you knew would hurt Seonghwa deeply.

"What relationship are you even talking about, Seonghwa? We hadn't even had a 'what-are-we' talk, and everything is ruined," you spat out, your voice laced with bitterness and regret. "We kissed less than 24 hours ago, and now we're all over the news." The words spilled out of you like poison, each one laced with the bitter taste of reality. You could see the pain flicker across Seonghwa's face, his eyes clouding with hurt and confusion. But you couldn't stop yourself, couldn't hold back the flood of emotions threatening to consume you. "We need to protect you," you continued, your voice trembling with emotion. "There's no 'us' in this, Seonghwa. It's just you, and your career, and the future you've worked so hard for. I won't let you throw it all away for me." Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you turned away, unable to bear the weight of Seonghwa's gaze any longer. In that moment, you knew that you had hurt him deeply, but you couldn't bring yourself to regret those words. For better or worse, they were the truth, the raw, unfiltered truth that lay at the heart of your impossible situation.

"You don't get to decide that" Seonghwa replied, his voice steady despite the turmoil beneath his calm exterior. "You don't get to decide what I throw away or keep. It's my life, my career, my future. And you... you're a part of that, whether you like it or not." His words hung heavy in the air, an undeniable truth that weighed down on your heart. "We're in this together, and I'm not letting you walk away just because you're scared. So, let's face this together. Let's fight for 'us', for our future. Because, in my eyes, there's no 'me' without 'us'." You stared at him, your heart pounding. His words echoed in your mind, raw and powerful. The intensity in his gaze was almost too much to bear. Could you really fight for this? For him? Suddenly, the weight of your decision seemed more significant, more daunting.

"I... I don't know, Seonghwa," you stuttered, your voice barely a whisper. "I don't know if I can do this. If I can put you at risk like that."

But Seonghwa just shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "That's not for you to decide," he countered gently. "I'm ready to face whatever comes our way. And I want you by my side. So, will you fight with me?"

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Into the Wonderland: Chapter Three

Chapter Summary: You suck at using the subway. You have an eventful afternoon with the pack, then a jarring phone call with your mom. After a month, you and Hongjoong have an important discussion. This is a LONG one

Warnings: Nightmares, some symptoms of ptsd, anxiety, insomia

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The rest of your classes went by without incident. You stood in front of the map of the subway lines, attempting to decipher what the jumble of colored lines meant. Even though you’ve lived in Korea for nearly half your life, the subway never got easier for you to understand. You avoided it like the plague, only ever going when absolutely necessary and usually with another person. But you had to get from Seoul National University to Mapo-gu, and the bus fares would have been too expensive.

Your classes finished nearly an hour ago. You should have gotten to the dorms by now. And yet here you were, hopelessly lost in the subway. Your shoulders ached from the weight of your textbooks. You wanted nothing more than to collapse onto the pack’s couch, but you had absolutely no idea where you were. So you swallowed your pride and called Hongjoong.

“Y/N? Are you alright? You should’ve gotten here by now,” the alpha’s voice was laced with concern.

“I’m fine. It’s just, uh,” you sighed heavily. “I’m lost.”

“Lost?”

“Yeah, I don’t usually take the subway. It’s too confusing. I have no idea where I am,” you admitted, leaning against a wall to ease the pressure on your shoulders.

“What station are you at?” You groaned and trudged over to the map. Whoever invented the “you are here” arrows was a genius in your mind.

“I’m at Ganseok.”

“Ganseok?! How the hell did you end up over there?” Hongjoong exclaimed. You were certain that he was pacing whatever room he was in.

“I don’t know!” You whined. “Can you maybe give me directions over the phone?”

“No need, just sit tight for a few minutes. Mingi is over that way, he’ll come grab you.” You sighed in relief, exchanging a quick goodbye then flopping onto a nearby bench. You hunched in on yourself, rubbing your temples in an attempt to stave off your growing headache.

“Hey there, pretty girl.” You look up to Mingi smiling at you from behind his mask. “Heard you got lost?”

“Mhm.” You stood and pressed your forehead into his shoulder. He laughed and pulled you along by your hand, getting on the correct train. You basked in the sunlight after you emerged from the subway. “God, it felt like I was down there for-fucking-ever.”

“Come on, we only have to walk a little further,” Mingi urged you forward. You walked side-by-side, occasionally glancing up at the tall alpha. Even with his mask on, you could see the worry in his face, evident by the twitch of his neck and furrowed eyebrows.

“Mingi, are you okay?” He hummed and looked down at you, briefly, but you caught the guilt in his eyes. You pulled him to the side so you faced each other without blocking the sidewalk. “What’s going on?”

“Honestly, I’m having some really conflicting emotions right now.” You waited patiently for him to gather his thoughts. He held your hand, running his thumb across your knuckles.

“I’m incredibly proud to have such a smart and driven person as my mate. But there’s a part of me, my more primal side, that doesn’t want you to work. It’s outdated, but I want to be the one providing for you,” he explained. “Obviously I’m not gonna try to stop you, but–”

“Mingi,” you interrupted. “I understand what you’re saying. It’s part of your nature, but the fact that you’re acknowledging it and working past it is really reassuring.” The tension slowly melted from his shoulders.

“Do you have a job now?” Mingi asked as you continued toward the dorms.

“A part-time job. It doesn’t pay much, but it’s good for pocket change.”

“How are you paying for your apartment?” He cringed. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer that.”

“It’s fine. The apartment was my grandmother’s. She managed to buy it when she was in her 50s, and she left it to me when she passed.” You swung your joined hands back and forth. “My mom travels a lot for work. She was happy that my grandmom gave me a way to focus on school rather than worrying about rent.”

“That’s really sweet,” Mingi cooed at you, causing you to roll your eyes. You continued an easy conversation for the rest of the short walk. After entering the dorms, he pressed a quick kiss to the crown of your head then moved down a hallway, presumably to his room or an office. You were greeted by San and Wooyoung in the living room, dropping your backpack next to the coffee table with a heavy thud.

“Jesus, what do you have in there?” Wooyoung’s eyes widened.

“Four textbooks and my laptop.” You rolled your shoulders, feeling much lighter without your backpack weighing you down. When you were close enough, Wooyoung pulled you down to sit on San’s lap, maneuvering your legs onto his own. San wrapped his arms around your waist as you relaxed into his chest.

“Gross, why not use e-books?” The shorter beta rubbed circles on your knees.

“Too expensive. These are used rentals. It’s a lot heavier but a lot more budget-friendly,” you shrugged.

“We can help, if you want,” San offered. You shook your head.

“This semester’s almost over. I’ll be returning them soon. Maybe next semester as long as they aren’t crazy pricey.” Wooyoung snorted.

“Honey, I don’t mean to brag, but I don’t think a couple of textbooks are gonna break the bank for us.” You scrunched your brows at him. “We’re idols, we can handle buying a few books.”

“Oh, that must be what Mingi was talking about earlier,” realization dawned on you. Wooyoung tilted his head, but you waved him off. “I don’t really know a lot about k-pop, to be honest. I’ve mostly been listening to classical and video game soundtracks. They help me focus.”

“Luckily we’re on a break right now,” San spoke up. “But we are going to have to figure out what we’re going to do when we start touring again.”

“I’m fairly certain I can get a remote position, but I’ll have to do some digging.” You added a note to your to-do list on your phone.

“So,” Wooyoung started. “Our super smart omega can’t figure out the subway system?” You glared at his shit-eating grin.

“I’m good with science, not geography,” you retorted. He cackled at your annoyed pout.

“Oh, you poor thing.” Wooyoung pinched your thigh. You jolted in San’s lap.

“Ow!” You yelped, kicking his hand away. San tightened his grip on you, moving his hands to keep your hips still.

“Stop wiggling, or we’re going to have some issues,” San warned, looking pointedly at his fellow beta. You froze, feeling your face grow slightly warmer at the implication. Wooyoung smirked deviously, pinching your other thigh. You jumped instinctively and San had to take a deep breath to keep his composure.

“Something wrong, San?” Wooyoung prodded, stifling his giggles.

“Wooyoung,” San borderline growled. “Keep it up, and it’ll be your mouth I fuck.” There was a beat of tense silence. The betas stared each other down, each daring the other to make a move. Wooyoung tugged on your leg, dragging you across San’s lap. Not even a second later, you were placed on the cushion and San was chasing Wooyoung down the same hallway Mingi disappeared through earlier.

“What’s that look for?” Seonghwa chuckled at your bewildered expression as he walked into the living room.

“San and Wooyoung…” You trailed off. Seonghwa shook his head, he could only imagine what kind of trouble those two got into.

“Come on.” The elder omega gestured for you to follow him. “Yeosang and I wanted to talk with you for a bit.” You followed him down the hall and into the first door on the left. Yeosang and Jongho sat on their respective beds. One look from Seonghwa had Jongho up and leaving, muttering something about getting a snack.

“Did you have to kick him out? It’s his room, I feel bad,” you faltered by the now-closed bedroom door.

“He’ll be fine. I wanted to have a chat between just the omegas.” Seonghwa patted the bed next to him. You laid on your stomach, propped up by your elbows, with Seonghwa on his side to your left and Yeosang sitting criss-cross against the headboard.

“I’m gonna take a wild guess and say you want to talk about my heat.” You looked between them and Yeosang nodded. “Before we do, I wanted to ask if there are any other mated pairs in the pack.”

“Seonghwa and San, San and Wooyoung, and Wooyoung and me,” Yeosang summed up very concisely. You raised your eyebrows.

“Wow, only beta and omega mates? I’m surprised none of the alphas are mated yet,” you commented. That at least explains what happened with San and Wooyoung.

“When is your next heat?” Seonghwa was back to business. You checked your phone calendar.

“Should be in a month and a half.”

“What?!” Seonghwa sat up straight. “Y/N, that’s way too long.” They exchanged a look before returning their attention to you.

“No, it’s okay. I’m on a combination suppressant and birth control,” you explained. “My heats used to be so painful that I could hardly get out of bed, and I would throw up anything I tried to eat. I have three months between heats now.”

“Is that safe, though?” Yeosang questioned. You felt fuzzy from their attentiveness, but it made sense with you being the youngest omega. Actually, the only member you were older than was Jongho.

“It is,” you reassured. “My doctor is also an omega, and she was on the team that developed this medication. It went through rigorous testing. There’s no lasting impact on reproductive health.”

“Are there side effects?” Seonghwa sank back down into the comforter.

“Nothing too terrible. I was nauseous when I first started it, but that’s gone now. There’s really only one major side effect. Since my heats are further apart now, I get much more, uhhh, needy during them.” You hid your blushing cheeks behind your hands.

“Okay, and how do you normally handle your heats?”

“Same as anyone else, I guess. I load up my apartment with plenty of food and water, then lock myself inside and get myself off a fuck ton until it’s over,” you cringed at yourself, you could’ve been less crass in your explanation.

“You’ve never had an alpha help?” Seonghwa’s eyebrows raised. You pursed your lips.

“I’ve never had anyone help. I haven’t gone past second base, I’ve been too focused on school,” you admit, now a little nervous under their intense stare. “Is, uh, is that an issue?”

“No, no of course not. Hongjoong’s gonna have a field day when he finds out, though,” Yeosang giggled even as Seonghwa swatted his knee.

“That actually does lead into my next question,” Seonghwa sighed and turned his attention back to you. “Do you want help?” You nearly choke on your own spit.

“Are you offering?”

“Yes and no. The only one that’s going to help in your first heat with our pack is Hongjoong. I can be there to make sure you’re comfortable, hydrated, and fed, but he’ll be the only one that touches you.” You gaped at your elder.

“Why?”

“Pack alphas always go first,” Yeosang chimed in. “Wooyoung and San definitely weren’t happy about it, but that’s how the hierarchy works.”

“Seems barbaric.” You scrunched up your nose.

“I think it’s a respect thing,” Yeosang reckoned.

“Anyway,” Seonghwa interjected. “You don’t have to decide now, since we have a while before your heat, but you are going to have to talk to Hongjoong about that and about your claim mark.” You nodded slowly.

“Alright, I’ll have to think on it.” You spent the next couple of hours chatting and relaxing with your fellow omegas. After eating dinner, everyone gathered in the living room so you could continue getting to know your new packmates. Eventually, you had to go back to your apartment to sleep and prep for classes tomorrow. In the quiet of your bedroom, it dawned on you that you haven’t told your mom about what happened. It was getting late for you, but in London your mom should be in the middle of her work day. You sent her a quick text asking her to call, and seconds later her contact popped up.

“Hi mom!”

“Hi, honey, is everything okay? You don’t normally call this late,” your mom fretted over the line.

“I’m okay, but I’ve had a lot happen the past couple days.” You launched into a detailed retelling of everything that happened with Marcus and your new pack. Thankfully, your mom was used to your long-winded stories and tangents.

“Well, I’m very happy that you found both your pack and your mates,” your mom started once you were finished. “But, darling, are you okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Y/N.” You bristled at the use of your name. She only did that when she was serious. “You were assaulted. A classmate almost took your independence from you. Are you really okay?” Your face fell. The wave of emotions you didn’t even know you were suppressing crashed into you all at once.

“I don’t know,” you choked on a sob.

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry I can’t be there for you right now,” your mom apologized. Your body shook in your effort to smother your cries. “I don’t think you should be alone right now. Maybe you should call Hongjoong?”

“No,” you took a deep, shuddering breath. “No, I'll be fine. I just need some sleep.”

“Alright.” You heard the hesitation in her voice. “If you’re sure. But don’t be afraid to go to them. I’m trusting that they’ll take care of you when I can’t.” You sniffled, exchanging quick goodbyes and descending into a stifling silence. You swiped at the tears running down your face. You just need sleep. You were fine. You turned off your lamp and burrowed into your pillows.

“It would be best for you to listen when an alpha is speaking.

I see the way you look at me in class.

You want me just as bad as I want you.

Your scent is always sweeter when you look at me.”

Fingers dig into the back of your neck. Teeth scrape against your skin. You hesitated too long. Teeth sink into your scent gland. You went limp against his hold. He grins against your neck.

“You’re mine, Y/N.”

You shot upright in bed, screaming in the darkness of your bedroom. You grabbed at your neck in a panic, relaxing slightly at the unbroken skin. The brightness of your phone blinded you for a moment. 3am. You buried your face in your hands, feeling the headache building beneath your temples. Reluctantly, you got out of bed and opened your laptop. You definitely weren’t going to get any more sleep tonight, so you might as well get some schoolwork done.

Over the next month, you spent less and less time at your own apartment, really only leaving the dorm to sleep or if you needed the quiet to study. Most nights, when you were alone in the dark, you were plagued by nightmares of Marcus. You hated that he was having such an impact on your psyche. Sometimes you could fall back asleep for a few hours, but you usually ended up on your laptop. It was great for your classes, since you were getting assignments done fairly quickly, but the dark circles under your eyes gave away just how exhausted you were.

You hoped that your pack didn’t notice the sudden increase in concealer, but nothing escaped the keen eyes of Hongjoong. Especially when it came to the health of his omegas. He tried to wait for you to come to him, however as the days passed by he knew you weren’t going to ask for help. So tonight he asked to come back to your apartment with the excuse of wanting to focus on a new mix. Thankfully, you agreed. About an hour had passed with the two of you silently tapping away on your laptops. He kept glancing at you, noticing the way you had to shake yourself awake every few minutes.

“Y/N,” Hongjoong spoke up after the fifth time you dozed off sitting up. You jumped at the broken silence. “What’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” You refused to meet the alpha’s eyes.

“Please don’t do that. Don’t pretend you aren’t exhausted.” He gently closed your laptop, setting it on the coffee table next to his.

“I’m okay.”

“You’re not, though. I can see it, you’ve been tired and jumpy. Please tell me what’s going on,” he pleaded, cupping your cheek and smiling when you nuzzled closer.

“I’ve been having nightmares,” you admitted after a brief pause. Hongjoong tensed at the tears shining in your eyes. He pulled you onto his lap, chest-to-chest and knees on either side of his hips. Your resolve broke down. Your body shook with sobs as you buried your face in his neck and clung to his shirt. He cradled the back of your head with one hand, the other running along your back.

“Baby, what are the nightmares about?” Hongjoong asked when your breathing evened out a bit.

“Marcus,” you mumbled into his shirt. A muscle twitched in his jaw. “I keep hearing what he said to me, how his teeth felt on my neck. I can’t stop thinking about what would’ve happened if I had hesitated even a second longer.”

“Mingi went too easy on that bastard. I swear to god, if he touches you again I’ll fucking kill him.” Hongjoong was seething. He hated the fear permeating your scent. He never wanted to smell it again.

“Don’t. You can’t go to prison, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Hongjoong pulled you tighter against his chest. “Will you stay the night?”

“Of course,” he answered without hesitation. You stayed like that for a while, letting his scent ease your nerves. Something else gnawed at the back of your mind.

“Hongjoong?” He hummed for you to continue. “I talked with Seonghwa and Yeosang a couple of weeks ago. I wanted to ask you if you’d be okay being there for my next heat.” Hongjoong pulled you to sit up, holding your face with both hands.

“Are you sure? I can be… intense,” he asked, scanning your eyes for any sign of hesitation.

“I’m sure.” You took a deep breath. “I also want to ask for my bond marks. Both of them.” A wide grin spread across his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes.

“God, you’re perfect,” he sighed and pulled you into a searing kiss. One of his hands trailed down to your hip as he slid his tongue across yours. You pulled back, panting slightly.

“Can I have the pack bond now? Please?” You looked at him with big, doe eyes, still shining with unshed tears. Hongjoong groaned, digging his fingers into your hip and crashing his lips back into yours.

“You want it?” His breath tickled your neck. He pressed feather-light kisses down to your scent gland.

“Please,” you whined at his teasing. He smirked against your skin, tongue darting out to lick the sensitive skin of your gland.

“You’re pretty when you beg.” His teeth sank into your skin and you gasped, face red from his words and the onslaught of emotions coming from the new bond. He leaned back to admire the fresh wound on your neck. Hongjoong pulled the collar of his shirt to the side, exposing the multiple marks on his pack scent gland.

“Can I…”

“Go ahead, sweetheart.” You immediately bit down to add your own mark, not interested in teasing him the way he did to you. His eyes rolled back. “Damn, not even a warning, huh?”

“Shut up,” you mumbled, but refused to lift your forehead from his collarbone. He chuckled lightly.

“Let’s get you to bed, yeah?” Hongjoong stood with you in his arms, moving to your bedroom. You both were already in comfortable clothes, so you settled down under your comforter. With your nose pressed against the new bite on his neck, you slept through the night for the first time in weeks.

Author's note: Yea, yea I know the heat discussion was very similar to the one in Pack Mentality. It's important to set boundaries!! Consent is everything!

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