#monsta x professor au

[biffhofosho]

We're talking Minhyuk everything today. He may be bulky af now thanks to his service, but this jar of bottled sunshine beams brightly through his every era.

[starlightxsvt]

Beautiful Liar | part of the Treacherous Tales Series

pairing ➳ dk x fem!reader

genre ➳ mafia au, dark romance? angst, smut.

wc ➳ 16.8k

synopsis ➳ you have old scores to settle and he's a pretty pawn in your game. but one must remember obsession leads to destruction.

warnings ➳ violence, mentions of mafia, murder, kidnapping & suicide, stalking, breaking and entering, manipulation, gambling, mention of rape, protected sex, teasing, male oral.

playlist ➳ beautiful liar- monsta x, vigilante shit- taylor swift, part goddess part gangster- madalen duke, horns-bryce fox, don't blame me- taylor swift, no body no crime- taylor swift, the hills- the weekend.

"I need him."

Your words dissipate into the cool air inside the car as your gaze remains focused out your window, trained on one certain man.

"What do you need me to do?" Changkyun immediately asks with violence underlying in his tone. You click your tongue in disapproval, not letting your eyes stray from your pretty prey. "You won't be doing anything this time. He is mine."

The man sitting in the driver's seat next to you only grunts in reply.

Through the passenger side window, you keep observing him, as the man smiles and talks to some students before taking his leave, walking inside another building as he disappears from your sight, making you sigh.

"Okay. You actually do need to do something."

"What?"

"Get me his schedule."

-

Theatre and drama were never your thing. Yet, here you sit, in Professor Lee's class as he talks about the history of theatre.

While the lecture itself is boring and definitely not worth the trouble you went through to sneak into his class as you are not a student, the man himself is pleasing to listen to and look at.

There is something boyish and innocent about him and as you watch him give the lecture, his voice so sweet and soothing that it is almost impossible to believe that he is related to the Lee family.

The two-hour lecture is surprisingly quick to pass by as you sit at the very back of the classroom, watching him carefully. With the clock striking 2 pm, the lecture finishes and students clear out of the classroom, leaving you behind who sits immobile in her place.

That manages to capture Professor Lee's attention. He takes off his reading glasses and tilts his head to look at you, blinking as if he's trying to remember you from somewhere.

With an amused smile playing on your lips, you stand up from your seat and strut to the podium slowly.

"Good afternoon, Professor." You greet, holding out a hand. He takes a look at your face and then your hand before softly shaking it. "Good afternoon. I don't think you are a student of mine."

Up close, the man looks dashing. Perfect sharp features; prominent cheekbones and a sharp nose, soft plump lips on his slightly tanned skin. Covered up to the neck with a white turtleneck underneath a black cashmere suit, he looks far from what he truly is.

So innocent, so deceitful.

You grin. "You are absolutely correct, Professor Lee. I am not."

He looks amused as well, raising a brow with the expectation that you are going to explain yourself.

"I am just a fan, you could say."

"Oh really?"

"Yes. I came across your presentation at the Royal Opera House this July. I have been a fan ever since."

"Well...I am pleased to hear that. I hope I have managed to inspire you in some way."

"Oh, you have. Plenty." You can't refrain from a grin.

"I am glad then." He pauses for a beat as he takes a look at his watch. "You'll have to excuse me now. I have a meeting soon."

"Of course. I just wanted to say hi. Have a nice day." You take a step back.

The man nods, giving you a small smile as he starts walking out of the classroom, his shoes clicking on the floor. He looks gorgeous even from behind, the afternoon sun streaming from the windows in the hallway casting around him in an angelic glow.

Just as he is about to fully exit the classroom, he stops and turns his head. "I didn't get your name, though. Where are you from?"

You can't help but smile diabolically. "From the wrong side of the tracks, professor."

-

Professor Lee has a pretty house, made up of a rustic brick structure and well furnished black tiles for the roof, a perfect blend of modern and old. The wooden fence around the perimeter of the house is not hard for you to cross as you make your way through his yard, careful not to step anywhere that would leave a trace.

The perfect time to break into his place is now, midday, as he is currently busy teaching a class. Changkyun is keeping an eye on him, camped outside the university, ready to inform you if his position changes as you take your time combing through his house.

The front of his house has a CCTV camera, which is precisely why you broke in through the back. Carefully crossing the yard, you tiptoe along the side of the house and turn right where there is a window. Making sure that you are in a blind spot, you pry the window open after a small struggle and gingerly make your way in like a sneaky cat.

His house is beautiful, exactly fitting his image. The floors are made of dark wood as well as most of the furniture; a dark yet soothing vibe emanating from his abode. The window you used to get in leaves you in a small hallway and after looking around a little, you get a general sense of direction.

Straight from the hallway, there is his bedroom which is where you head first. You are somewhat disappointed when you find it so sterile. The room, composed of a queen sized bed, a dresser and a closet is pristine. Everything is neat, not a hair out of place as if no one lives here. There is no decoration, no trace of personalization like a picture or a painting which you find odd because you expected something that would indicate his ties to his dear family.

Not letting the disappointment get to you, you walk out of the bedroom, heading for the closed door on the left; twisting the knob, you open the door to find his study and a smile spreads on your lips.

It's a fairly large room, the walls on both sides surrounded by large mahogany shelves containing books about art, literature and others. You carefully step in, heading straight for the large desk in the middle.

To your utter disappointment, it doesn't contain any schedule or indication about the life of crime that he comes from. There is not a single sign that would tell anyone that he is the younger brother of the notorious ruler of District 1.

Instead, aside from his computer on the desk, there are only a few books related to theatre on one side and a few lecture sheets on the other. It is so unexpected that you are stunned to silence, standing in the middle of the room, almost starting to think that you came to the wrong house.

Changkyun's sudden voice from the bluetooth disrupts your thoughts. "___, he is leaving early. He just got in his car. I'm following him. You have about 15 minutes to get out of there."

"Fine," you mutter.

There is still enough time. But by the looks of this, you could have all the time in the world and still not find anything that would tell you he's one of the heirs to District 1.

Grunting you lean down and start checking the drawers only to find nothing; no secret meeting location, nothing that you can use to blackmail him or anything that will lead you to the main culprit, his brother.

Sighing, you stand up straight and look around the room. Maybe he is being extra cautious and doesn't keep any evidence here. Maybe he has a secret hideout for his life of crime.

The idea, however, doesn't make sense because you have been stalking him and the only place he frequents is the university.

It's odd.

It almost feels like he doesn't have any connection with District 1.

No, no. That doesn't make any sense.

"___, you have 10 minutes!"

"I know, I know!" You snap, annoyed.

Walking over to the bookshelves you gently drag your fingers over the spine of each book, hoping maybe one of them would be the key to opening a secret room behind the shelves.

Nothing like that happens.

Accepting your defeat, you come out of the house but not before placing a bug underneath the table in his study with the hopes of getting some information by spying on him. Crossing the fence, you take special care to make sure you didn't leave behind any trace of entry before finally exiting the perimeter of the house.

Once safely out of the range of his house, you stand on the opposite side of the road and watch Professor Lee pull up a few minutes later. Changkyun's car follows him half a minute later as he drives straight to where you are standing, before coming to a stop in front of you.

You tug open the door and get in on the passenger side.

"Why the long face? Find nothing?"

"Shut up."

-

A change of plans is the only way.

Your second plan is to court him which isn't really a problem given the man is as pretty as a doll and toying with him would be absolute fun. With the decision set, you begin phase two of your operation, stalking him.

Well, you were stalking him before too but now, you start to follow every single footsteps of him, quite literally.

You follow him everywhere, discreetly, of course, getting to know his schedule as precisely as possible before striking.

His routine is rather bland, he wakes up, goes to work, then goes to the gym and then comes back home. It is something you find odd, once again. No matter from which angle you consider, the equation does not add up. Still, you try to make the best of whatever little ammunition you have at hand and pretend to bump into him randomly.

Like, one sunny afternoon you pretend to wait for someone in the parking lot of his university right when he is to leave for the day. Surprisingly, he's the first one to approach you, as he gently grabs your attention. "Hey. We uh, met the other day."

"Oh, hello, Professor Lee. Glad you remembered. One of your biggest fans."

"Have you enrolled here?"

"Ah, I wish. I'm here to...meet a friend's daughter."

"I see. What's her department?"

You blink, not expecting that question but recover quickly. "You ask too many questions professor. Let me ask you one instead. Can I have your number?"

You see the tips of his ears go red.

So adorable.

He blinks, taken aback as he searches for the right words. "Well, uh, why?"

"Why? You're hot and intelligent. I want to go out with you."

"Well, I don't think it's a good idea."

"Why?"

"Just because." He replies, almost unsure, looking at you as if you are a bizarre creature.

You take a step towards him, an amused smile on your face from his reaction. Leaning close to him, you slowly fix the lapels of his jacket. Perplexed, he looks at the motion of your hands before moving his gaze to your face.

"Please, professor? One date is all I ask." You give him puppy eyes.

There is a sharp inhale as his pupils widen just a little bit while you gaze into his eyes, unblinking. The proximity is intense, you can smell his perfume, feel his breath on your skin and from the way he keeps looking at you, there is an urge to kiss him building within you.

Just when you are sure you can sneak in a kiss, he breaks the moment by taking a step back, out of your reach. Clearing his throat, he says. "I can't. I have a girlfriend."

Liar.

Not waiting for your reply, he opens the door to his car and gets in. As his engine fires up with a hum, you walk near the vehicle and lean in to look at him through the half open window. "Don't lie professor. You don't have a girlfriend."

He looks at you silently for a moment, his hands resting on the steering wheel. "This is why I won't go out with you."

You are confused.

"You seem to know too much about me and I don't like that."

With that, he pulls out of the parking lot, leaving behind a trail of smoke and your baffled self.

It's fine.

You know you are on the right track. He is definitely attracted to you so it is not over yet. In fact, it is only the beginning.

This is going to be so much fun.

-

For the next week, you make it your mission to pop up in front of Seokmin while he is out and about. You first pretend to run into him at his favourite coffee shop, acting delighted when he notices you. He seems wary upon seeing you and since it was only the first day of your mission, you let him off easy, saying that this is fate telling that you two are meant to be.

The next time you pretend to run into him again at the car park of the university, once again announcing that you are waiting for your friend's daughter. He keeps the conversation short, simply by nodding and getting into his car rather hurriedly. You, however, don't forget to throw him a compliment, looking as innocent and genuine as possible; like an innocent young girl who has been rejected by her desired man and now longs for him from afar.

That seems to work a bit.

The lesser you speak and the more innocent your attitude becomes, the longer your encounters last. Seokmin would start initiating the conversation and then ask formal questions as if to keep the conversation going or maybe, to test you and see what your true intentions are.

Either way, you don't fall for that.

Instead, you act detached, like a damsel who failed to capture the eye of the man she loves.

Finally, one morning, when you are walking out of the coffee shop, he stops you on your way by extending his hand to touch your elbow softly. You have to hide your smile before turning around.

"You know, I never got to see the girl." He says.

"Which girl?"

"Your friend's daughter. The one you come to the university for."

Ah.

"Oh, you didn't?" You blink innocently. He looks at you for a beat, before giving you a knowing smile. "You know, I think we both know that that's a lie."

You avert your gaze, acting like you did not hear him.

"As much as you seem to be enjoying this, I need you to stop following me around." He says, voice soft but firm and you know it's a command.

It's a shame you don't take commands well.

Tilting your neck to a side, you pop a muscle before giving out a loud exhale, composing yourself. "Have a nice day, Mr Professor."

You walk away.

-

You were getting tired of playing around. The man may be attracted to you but you are coming to a realization that it will not be enough for him to give him. He is cautious and given who he really is, he will never let a woman like you get close to him, no matter how much he may like you.

"I told you, we should have just kidnapped him. His brother would show up immediately." Changkyun complains out loud. The two of you have been sitting in your study for the past hour, trying to come up with a plan.

"You know I don't work like that. It's too easy. And too risky."

You have a bad habit. You always end up getting emotionally involved in every case you encounter. This one should not be an exception. In fact, this is the best place to get emotional because his brother hurt you by hurting your family. It is only fair you do the same to him now. And along the way, you get to tease a pretty man like Professor Lee. It is a win-win situation for you, almost.

In your world, betrayal is the sweetest revenge. If you can betray Professor Lee after earning his trust, that will be the sweetest revenge.

"I don't give up so easily, you know," you whisper, planning your next move.

-

"No teacher needs that much muscles, professor!" Your voice echoes through the empty gym at night.

Dokyeom whips his head around, dropping the dumbbell that was in his hand, eyes wide at your sudden voice. "You! How did you get in here!" You don't appreciate his accusatory tone.

"I come to this gym as well." You shrug, strolling towards him with your hands behind your back before plopping down next to him on a bench. He gives you an exasperated look. "Really?"

"Mhmm." You smile.

"Liar. What do you want? I told you to stay away from me."

You shrug. " Mhmm, can't do that professor. I miss you."

His lips thin, a sign that he is clearly not amused by your antics but it's a shame. You find all of this way too amusing.

You find him amusing.

"I know you are after something else. I am not stupid, ___." He turns to face you properly, his eyes carefully watching you.

A soft smirk plays on your lips. Of course, he is not stupid. Heir to the Lee family, he is the farthest thing from stupid.

"Did you have someone look into me, professor?" You ask nonchalantly.

"Look into you? What is that supposed to mean?" He asks, leaning closer to you.

You're treading in dangerous territory. You cannot give yourself in so quickly.

"I mean a smart, famous man like you has a lovesick stalker. I'm sure you had a detective or someone take a look into me, no?"

More like an intelligence member of the mafia. Maybe even his dear brother.

"So you are admitting that you are a stalker?"

"Oh, not just any, though. A lovesick stalker." You blink innocently at him.

He remains silent making you wonder if he is buying your words.

"Since you are asking me what I want, I assume you asked around and couldn't find anything, then?" You tilt your head, tone playful as you continue the conversation. You are not going to leave today until you are successful.

After a moment, he admits. "Yes. You run on the wrong side of the tracks, that is all I could find."

You chuckle. "There is nothing else to find, professor. I'm just a bad girl infatuated with you and your words and your passion for art."

"You? I am not buying that."

"Me? What is that supposed to mean?" You feel a little offended. "Can a girl not be a gangster and love theatre? Not every one of us gets to chase our dreams, you know."

You see his eyes soften as he remains silent, pondering your words. You watch him, carefully leaning closer to him before dragging a manicured finger over his bicep flirtily.

"What do you want?" His voice comes out breathy this time, those deep pools of chocolate in his eyes boring into you and oh god, do you love your name on his lips.

It would be even better to hear him say that in bed.

"A date with you, professor." You whisper, inching your face closer to him, your lips a mere few inches away from his and you don't miss the way his gaze drops to them before coming back up to your eyes.

"And if I say no?" He swallows. You pout, snaking a hand over his chest, feeling the strong muscles beneath your palm, pleased that he lets you touch him. "Why would you say no, professor? I am really good in bed, you know."

He watches you quietly once again and you hate how you cannot tell what is going on inside his head. Is he falling for your words or is he simply piecing things together and trying to uncover you? There is a slight flush on his cheeks but you don't know if it's because of you or his workout.

His hand comes to grab your wrist, breaking your train of thought as he takes your hand off his chest and places it on your lap.

"Tell me something you have never told anyone before."

"What?" You are perplexed.

"Tell me something, anything, a secret, a wish, that you have never told anyone before. Then, I will go on a date with you." He replies.

Wait, what?

You blink, absolutely baffled at his words as he sits in silence, looking at you expectantly. His gaze is sombre and sincere, like he really wants to know you and for the first time in forever, your heart skips a beat, making you feel out of place and vulnerable. Quickly, you break eye contact with him and stare at your boots as you think of a reply.

"Don't think of making up a lie. I can tell, you know." He adds.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as you internally roll your eyes at him. "I...I have this urge to leave everything behind and just go to an island. Or a place near the sea and spend the rest of my life there, where nobody knows me, where my past doesn't haunt me."

A long silence follows after your words and you cannot make yourself look at him, afraid of what you will find in his eyes, afraid of how they would make you feel and at the same time hating that these thoughts are bothering you.

"I am free this weekend." He murmurs standing up. You look up, surprised, excited. He puts on his hoodie, acting like he did not just agree to a date with you. As he starts walking out of the gym, completely ignoring your presence, you yell. "I'll text you!"

He turns around to look at you as if to ask how you have his number but simply gives you an exasperated look which you reply with a cheeky smile.

"I'm only free after noon." He declares, continuing on his path.

"No problem, professor." You grin.

-

You agree on an evening library date which is not really an ideal date for you but because of the facade you are holding up, you agree. The library is situated near his campus, an old architectural piece, with dimmed yellow lights and gold details and large windows, radiating a little bit of a gothic energy. He chose the library because of your (fake)interest in theatre, saying that the library would be the best place to discuss these things and you agreed because other than that, it is also not crowded and you can have his full attention.

Dokyeom hand picks a few books on the topic with pure enthusiasm as you follow him around, nodding to whatever he is saying. For the most part, you observe him, watching him with rapt attention, the details of his face, the change of his expressions as he talks, the movement of his hands—

And you have to admit, he has very pretty hands; long and bony, perfect to suck on.

Shaking your head at the ridiculous thought, you follow him to a private study room.

He pulls a chair and helps you sit down, making you smile at his manners. Once he is sat, he turns to you and asks. "Okay, then. What would you like to talk about today? Let's start with plays. What is your favourite play?"

"I don't know, what is yours?" You ask, blinking innocently at him as you rest your chin on your palm. He frowns. "What do you mean you don't know?"

"My favourite play is whatever your favourite play is." You reply sweetly, making him throw an exasperated look at you.

"Is this how you are going to be?"

"Deeply infatuated with you? Yes, professor."

Shaking his head, he opens a book, murmuring something under his breath but you see the soft hint of a smile playing on his lips, making you smile as well.

This should be easy.

Your date goes smoothly, with him discussing his favourite plays, playwrights and whatnot and you nodding along and watching him, throwing in some pointless questions here and there to appear interested. All the while in the back of your mind, you keep planning your next move. Seokmin isn't a stupid man and you know deep down, he sees through your pretence but seeing how he is still entertaining you means that you have captured his interest. And you have to use this to your benefit.

Fate seems to be on your side as on the way back home, Dokyeom suddenly asks if you are free for dinner.

You have to work very hard to mask the huge grin of satisfaction on your face when you say yes. Your response pleases him, visible from his reaction as he excitedly turns the car around and selects a restaurant.

Dokyeom goes all out for dinner, as you are guided to a private dining room upon entering the restaurant. You have to say that his effort impresses you. And of course, it solidifies your belief that he is falling for you. Smiling, you strut behind him.

He pulls out your chair for you, helping you sit down before ordering some appetizers and wine for you to get started.

"I'm a bit surprised you agreed to come." He speaks after a small pause.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing. I- I just had a thought that you were not serious about me. It almost felt like you lost a bet. I had the impression that you were just playing with me and wasting my time the last few weeks but I'm surprised you pulled through."

You only give him a smile in reply.

"You know, I believe you are one of two things. A weirdo who wants to bed a professor just for fun or, someone with a hidden intention, playing the long game."

"Aren't you smart, professor?" You grin condescendingly, resting your cheek on your palm.

"I know you are bad news, yet..." He pauses for a beat, sighing at himself. "Yet for the past week, I could not stop thinking about you. I'm in deep trouble, no?"

"You are," You smile. "In the sweetest trouble, I promise you."

He scoffs, a faint smile appearing on his lips. "Let's order the main course, shall we?"

The dinner begins with casual small talk as he tells you about his work and you listen, asking casual questions here and there. When you are taking your second serving of the alfredo pasta, he asks. "Tell me about yourself. Why do you do what you do?"

"Come again?" Your movements halt as you look at him.

"Your... profession." He seems to not find his words. "Killing people, threatening them, weapon business, fraud... whatever you do."

"Hm, I do a little bit of all of that but," you set your utensils down, looking up. "Interesting question, professor."

"Is it like a family business?"

Your eyes fly to his, looking for a sign in them of whether he knows your background or not. For a moment you tense up and hold your breath but his face remains the same, looking at you curiously as he sips his wine.

"No, not really." You reply before finishing your glass of wine. "Parents died early. They knew a few people who were in this business and I got involved."

"What business is it exactly?"

"Aren't you curious, professor?"

He shrugs, looking at you in silence, waiting for you to continue. You sigh, dropping your cutlery down and leaning back into the chair.

"My father was in the weapons business. After he passed away things were messy for a bit and I realized dealing with weapons was not my strong forte. Now I'm in the loaning business and I also do contract killing."

Dokyeom's eyes widen significantly and you can't help but laugh at his reaction. He is acting like he hasn't heard something like this before, living in the world that he lives in.

He looks around before lowering his voice and asking. "So you are like a thug that lends people money with high interest?"

"Yep."

"And you beat them up if they fail to return the money on time?''

"Precisely," you grin.

"And what was that about contract killing? What are you? A hitman?"

"You can say that. But I have clients of various ranges. I kill for politicians, for local gangs and even for civilians."

"For civilians?" He hisses.

"Yes, professor." You take a sip of your wine, swirling the bitter liquid around in your mouth. "Three months ago, the news of a young girl getting raped by a senator's son broke out. I'm sure you have heard of that. The girl was only seventeen and the guy came to her birthday party without any invitation, caused a ruckus and raped her that night because she refused to drink with him. The mother of that girl ran around tirelessly for help while she recovered at the hospital. Everyone she went to, told her to drop the charges for her own good. For one, it would take months, even years to complete the investigation and during that time they'd only get harassed, and two, they could never win the case."

"One day, the mother came to see me. I don't know how she found me and I didn't ask. She offered me her entire life savings and begged me for justice for her daughter. I didn't accept her money but I promised her I would avenge her daughter."

"Then...the death of that senator's son, you were behind it?" Seokmin whispers.

"Yes. I castrated him and then slit that bastard's throat."

"And the incident of the senator that came on the news, were you behind that as well?"

"Yes. He was equally at fault. He let his son go astray and then covered up his crimes. He did not deserve to speak another word so I cut his tongue. Fun, no?'

He doesn't reply to you but falls into a deep state of thought as you continue your dinner.

"Did I scare you, professor?" You ask, seeing him so silent.

He blinks a few times, coming out of his reverie. "No."

"Hm, doesn't sound like that."

Once more, you are met with silence as he watches you from the opposite side of the table, the look in his eyes serious, almost as if he is scrutinizing you. You start to grow uncomfortable under his stare, slightly worried that he might piece two and two together and see through you.

Surprising you, he says, "Looks like I misjudged you, ___. I shouldn't have. I apologize."

"What?"

"Not all actions can be boxed into black and white. What you did may be illegal but it was necessary and right. It won't undo everything that the girl went through, but it still makes the whole thing a bit fair."

For probably the first time in your life, you find yourself speechless. You open your mouth to reply but you realize that you are incapable of forming a reply to what he said. So, you just sit in silence, mirroring him.

"I don't know your past and I don't know what your struggles are but you are a good person, ___.''

Your throat has dried up by now as a weird sensation starts settling in your heart. It is uncomfortable and your appetite is ruined.

The man can probably sense your discomfort because he lets out a soft chuckle and leans back into his seat. "I just thought you should know that. I was not trying to woo you or anything."

You swallow a lump in your throat and force a smile. "Let's order dessert, shall we?''

Soon after that, you finish dinner and Dokyeom offers to give you a ride home and you accept it but only after a little internal debate.

Your own attitude baffles you. Why are you hesitating to let him drop you home? Is it because you have started feeling weird things under his company and now you want to avoid them?

No, that's outrageous. You are just tired from a long day of playing pretend.

The drive to your house is silent as you actively avoid having any conversation with him by facing the window and closing your eyes, your arms crossed as you pretend to go to sleep.

A good amount of driving later, you reach your house and tap in the code number for the main gate to open.

"She's a beauty, isn't she?'' You ask upon noticing his reaction; wide eye and mouth slightly open as he drives into your compound, coming to a stop in front of the steps that lead to your main entrance.

The house resembles a haunted mansion in many ways. It is at least a hundred years old, huge but empty, creepers growing around the black tiles, surrounded by dead trees and an abandoned garden. This is where you used to live with your family a long time ago and after your father's death, you left, letting that house collect dust. It is only recently that you started living here after you formed your plan to take the Lee family down.

"She is." He agrees with a nod before undoing his seatbelt. Before you can do that and open your door, he rounds the car and holds the door open for you.

The chilly night air hits your skin as you step out of the car. Dokyeom's gaze travels past you, marvelling at your home.

"Would you like to come in?" You surprise yourself by asking. He immediately nods with a sheepish grin. "I would love to see the interior."

"Well, it is a mess and full of dust but come along," You lead the way as he follows you closely. Holding the door open, you let him step in.

The door opens to a large space in front of a staircase leading upstairs. This area used to be for sitting, and now it is barren of anything. There is a large floor to ceiling window by the staircase, pouring the moonlight inside the space which is dimly lit by an antique chandelier.

"I see you didn't renovate." Dokyeon comments as he walks around, eyes scanning the space in wonder.

"Moved in recently."

"Hm, I like the style. If you end up renovating, I'd say don't change it too much." He advises. Humming, you start climbing the stairs. "My bedroom and the dining are upstairs. Wanna take a look?''

"Sure," he enthusiastically trails behind you as you come upstairs and show him the dining first and then the second bedroom before leading him to your bedroom.

"And here is my room," you hold open the door for him as he walks past you, the same look of wonder constant on his face.

"Wow," he walks straight to the open balcony, the night breeze flowing in strong, making the curtains dance. You slowly follow him, "I know right."

"I almost want to live here. Do you want to trade places with me?'' There's a boyish charm in his eyes and a genuine hint of glee in his voice as he looks at you with a smile.

"No thanks." You cannot help a small smile yourself.

A silence settles, a comfortable one in fact as you watch the view by his side in the cool night air.

"I had a good time today," he confesses, voice soft. You try hard not to acknowledge the funny feeling that spreads inside you upon hearing his words. Softly, you say. "Me too."

Your gaze moves to him and you find him looking at you, the look in his eyes is something you are unfamiliar with. Something that threatens to make your heart skip a beat, and make you forget what you are set out to do.

While you are lost in your thoughts, Dokyeom seems to have moved closer to you. His gaze has deepened and his face is suddenly mere inches away from you, taking you by surprise.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispers.

Fuck it. Part of your mission is to get him to bed, no? You will have to do it sooner or later.

You press your lips to his and fireworks go inside your head. It feels right, his lips moving against yours as you grab his jacket to pull him closer. By the time you two separate, you are breathless, your mind hazy. Dokyeom keeps looking at you like you are the most magnificent thing on this planet, his hand softly caressing your cheeks as your fingertips dance on his neck.

"Should I stay the night?"

There is a cheer of satisfaction within you. You let out a soft hum of acknowledgement which immediately brings his hands to your shoulders.

His lips are the epitome of temptation, your hooded gaze trained on it, stuck in a trance of pure desire. His fingers brush over your back in tantalising touches as he drops your coat from your shoulders, his eyes never straying from yours. Your hands move in a rhythm as you unbutton his blazer and reach for the hem of his turtleneck, helping him to get rid of it with a tug while simultaneously moving back inside your room and towards your bed, discarding the clothes messily on the floor.

His body is like an ancient Greek sculpture, lean and toned and you don't hide the hunger in your gaze. In silence, you push him towards the bed as he drops down to the mattress while you peel off your top along with your bra and then reach for the pants. Once you are left only in your panties, you strut towards him, a small smile on your lips because of the way he keeps looking at you, full of desire and burning passion.

Your hands move seductively as you take off his pants along with his boxers, making sure your nails scrape his thigh. With the fabrics gone, you see his cock for the first time, and my god is he blessed.

"What do you think? Will it please you?" He asks, making you smirk.

"Lie back professor," you order, standing up as he moves back into the bed, half lying against the headboard. You climb on the bed on all fours, positioning yourself on top of him. Leaning down, your lips tease him as your noses brush together softly. You whisper. "Let me give you a time you will never forget."

Something flashes in his eyes for a brief moment which you don't get to observe because his lips crash into yours, ensuing a fierce kiss. You moan into the kiss as his hands come to cup your neck and jaw, his lips pressed against yours relentlessly.

When you realise he is about to press you down into the bed, you break the kiss and inhale deeply. "Mhmm, no, professor. Let me take care of you first." You throw a wink at him and move down, your lips softly dragging against his skin, down his abdomen before reaching his half hard cock.

You take him in your hands, rubbing the base of his dick at a slow pace and watch his face raptly for reactions. As he grows hard against your hand, you lean down and take him into your mouth with one big swallow that makes Dokyem grunt out loud.

"Fuck!"

You smile as you continue your ministrations, moving your mouth up and down against his length while his body grows tense beneath you. Your tongue laps around his entire length, tasting him, teasing him as his breaths become shorter and shorter.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come soon."

His words work as a motivation for you as you increase your pace, swiping your tongue over his leaking tip before he finally explodes inside your mouth with a throaty groan.

You swallow every drop of him, a few trailing down the corner of your lips and you make a show of licking it with unwavering eye contact. Dokyeom lies flat on his back, panting harshly, hooded eyes watching you in an intense stare.

"Good, professor?" You grin, licking your index finger.

Exhaling loudly, he tugs you by your arm. "Come here!" Pinning you underneath his body, he kisses you, his tongue prodding into your mouth, tasting himself. You don't hold yourself back either, kissing him with equal passion until you forget where you end and he begins.

His lips meet your neck, kissing and sucking softly before trailing down to play with your sensitive nipples. As your whines grow in pitch and you grow restless, trying to break free from his grip and take over, he sits over your thighs, spreading his legs on both sides and resting on his knees.

"Do you have a condom?" He asks.

"Multiple," you reply, reaching for the bedside drawer.

As he puts the rubber on, you take the moment to appreciate his figure, his beautiful face, his bed-messy hair, his toned chest and abdomen and of course, his monster of a cock.

"You are one fine man, professor." You find yourself saying. You hate how you genuinely mean it.

"You are not too bad yourself." He flashes a grin before aligning himself with your pussy. As you take a deep inhale, he pushes in, making your body rise as you grip the sheets tightly in reply to the intrusion.

"Fuck, you're so tight."

Your response is to squeeze him tighter as you wrap your legs around his ass, pushing his body closer to yours. Delirious with pleasure, you start chasing his hips right away in a desperate rhythm of your own.

"Harder," you tempt, slinging your arms around his neck to pull him close. His breath fans your face, the slight perspiration on his temples clearly visible in this distance. In the yellowish hue of the room, his skin glows, giving him the appearance of a god, his messy hair tying everything together.

Dokyeom takes you up for the challenge as he increases his pace, making your head fall back as you let out a deep moan from the pits of your belly. He hits the perfect spot every time, driving you wild, bringing you deliciously close to the edge.

"Fuck, I need to come," you pant, hands reaching between your legs to touch your clit. Dokyeom, however, stops you by grabbing your both wrists and pinning them on top of your head, a cocky smirk on your face as he leans into your ear and whispers. "Say please first."

"Never," you immediately reply.

"Then you don't get to come."

"You asshole!" You hiss, trying to writhe free from his grasp but every time you move, his dick goes deeper inside you, amplifying the pleasure that makes you shudder.

"Come on sweetheart. You know you want to come."

"Ugh, no," you grunt, squeezing your eyes shut in a futile attempt to tone done your need for release."

"It's just one tiny word," the devil keeps whispering in your ear, continuing his ruthless thrusts as you teeter on the verge of begging.

"Fuck! Okay, okay!" You yell. "Please!"

"Hm, that didn't sound nice." The bastard complains, making you furious.

"I swear to god—" He interrupts you with a fierce kiss, pushing his tongue so deep inside your mouth that you forget to breathe. Letting go of your hands, his fingers move down, trailing along your skin before reaching between your legs and flicking your clit. That action is enough as you come, fireworks going off inside your body as you twist to a side, your toes curling in pleasure. Dokyeom's body shudders on top of yours as he comes, continuing to kiss your mouth, your chin and your jaw.

Soon, a silence settles in the air as his body rests on top of yours. You don't find it in you to push him off so you let him be, comfortable in his warmth and embrace as you close your eyes, soon to be overtaken by sleep.

-

Days bleed into weeks that turn into a month as you start dating Seokmin. He grows fonder of you each passing day, the look in his eyes and his actions mirroring what he holds for you in his heart. He starts accepting your obsessive tendencies along with your profession, which pleases you immensely. You have your enemy where you want and things seem to be going your way.

Except one thing.

After you started dating Dokyeom, you have stayed over at his place only a few times. Of course, you made use of those times, snooping through his house in hopes of finding something that would lead you to his brother or at the very least, tell you of his ties to the mafia family of District 1. You never found a single thing. When you asked him about his family, he replied that he is an only child whose parents passed away because of a car crash.

A lie, of course.

Your plan is in motion but at the same time, you feel stuck. You have Dokyeom in the palm of your hand, you just need to get to his brother for everything to come together. You had dramatic plans for a reunion but at this stage, that looks quite impossible.

Maybe you should have just kidnapped him.

-

One weekend he invites you to his house for dinner as a celebration of him securing a contract with one of the biggest publishers in the country for his next book.

You put on your nicest dress and your fanciest heels for the occasion, your lips painted red as you strut to his front door with a bouquet of flowers.

Dokyeom opens the door looking a little more gorgeous than other days; his black hair brushed back sleekly, and wearing a cream coloured Ralph Lauren sweater with black pants. Tying the look together is his steel framed glasses which he looks fantastic with and which you adore seeing him wearing.

Whenever he wears those glasses you two end up having the most mind blowing sex.

Dokyeom remains rooted in his spot as he watches you, his eyes moving over your full frame with a look of appreciation and desire. You flash a grin, "Good evening, professor."

He blinks before smiling, "Good evening, ___. You look absolutely stunning."

"Thought I should dress up to celebrate you." You shrug. "May I come in?" You smile teasingly and he lets you in with a flustered laugh.

"Dinner is cooking in the oven. I will set the table up," he supplies as he helps you to take off your coat once you are inside. "Would you like some wine?''

"Sure," You follow him to the kitchen which has a soft aroma of the chicken roast, making your stomach rumble slightly. One of the many delights of dating Dokyeom has been his exceptional culinary skills. You watch as he pours wine into two glasses before offering you one, "The chicken will be done in ten minutes. Make yourself at home."

"Thanks," you receive the glass from him and stroll around the house, looking at his decoration, in the back of your mind thinking if any one of these plain items hides the key to his other identity. A phone call echos in the kitchen and you realize Dokyeom is getting a call. He accepts it with an apology directed at you before going to the porch to speak.

In the meantime, you sneak into his study. It is not even sneaking in, to be honest, because he has given you full access to every inch of his house and in fact, encouraged you to visit his study and take a look at his little library. You found it odd at first because his transparency shows that he has nothing to hide and as days pass by and you come up with no leads, a sinking feeling has started appearing in your belly. Not to mention that the bug you put underneath his desk has picked up nothing of importance, no conversation or phone call about District 1 or his mafia family.

Maybe you have made a huge mistake. Maybe he is some random innocent guy who just looks like the youngest son of Lee family and has fallen to your prey.

Still, you step inside his study with the hope of finding something new. Like every other time, your fingers comb through the shelves of his library before moving towards his desk, shuffling through the papers carefully to not disturb the arrangement. You also peek beneath the desk to make sure the recorder is still there and active before going through his drawers. It has become a routine check at this point, your fingers moving through his stuff in experienced movements as you hold your breath in anticipation of finding a lead.

It goes futile, of course.

With a defeated sigh you stand up to find Dokyeom standing at the entrance of his study with a completely foreign look on his face.

Shit.

A gasp of surprise and terror leaves your mouth as your eyes meet his and for several moments, a gut-wrenching feeling wreaks havoc within you. You hate how you feel, guilty like a criminal or even worse, a person breaking the trust they were given and getting caught red handed by the person who trusted them the most.

"What are you doing?'' His tone is flat and cold, something you are hearing for the first time. It takes a second for your brain to start functioning properly. "Just looking around, professor. You know I get snoopy sometimes." You tilt your head to the side, giving him a coy smile.

Dokyeom gives no reaction. He takes a few, slow steps towards you, his footsteps matching the beat of your heart as he comes to a stand in front of the table.

Then, his hand reaches below, searching for something beneath the table before coming back up with the bug in his hand.

Ah, fuck.

"What is this?" He asks.

"A bug? Who would do that to you, professor?" You ask innocently.

He keeps staring at you, the look of disappointment growing permanent on his face as you realize you are caught for good.

Fuck it, you had to reveal yourself one way or the other anyway.

With a loud exhale, you ask, "When did you find out?"

"Last week," he replies, tone clipped. "I was baffled when I found it. Nobody visited my place in the last few weeks except you. Stupidly, I told myself it cannot be you so someone must have broken in. I looked through the CCTV footage but I found nothing there was well." He blows out a long breath, shaking his head dejectedly, "I still prayed it wouldn't be you but the reality says otherwise, ___."

Hmm, it does.

"It was me," you announce, plopping down on his chair behind the desk while he watches you unamusedly. "And you are right. Someone did break in. That was me as well." You flash him an evil grin.

Whatever colour that was left on his face drains out as he keeps staring at you, unblinking, for a long period. You return his stare with one of your own, except you are curious to see his next reaction. There is also a feeling of dread somewhere within you but you decide to ignore it.

Dokyeom's palms come to rest on the table as he hangs his head low, remaining motionless. Finally, when he looks up, the look in his eyes has completely changed and his jaw is tight, giving you the first glimpse into the mafia heir that he really is.

You watch as he reaches for the scissors in the stationary holder sitting on his desk, and rounds the table before coming to stand right next to you, holding the tip of the scissors right against your neck as he leans down and hisses. "Should I slit your throat right here or should I hear you out?"

You must admit that you find this look on him very attractive.

You cannot help the grin, "Finally, you are acting like the youngest heir of District 1, professor. I like it."

His eyes widen slightly as the scissors move just a bit away from your skin. "What do you want?"

"To tell you that, I have to tell you a long story." Your smile drips with venom as you stand up and walk over to the sitting area. "Sit down. It's a long story." You say, motioning towards the sofa in front of you. He isn't enthusiastic but he follows your direction, sitting down in front of you, the scissors still in his hand.

You lean back into the cushions throwing one leg over the other as you look him in the eye.

"Once upon a time, six years ago actually, there was a man who used to deal weapons. His general clients were not high profile but one day he got orders from the mafia family of District 1. They had some issues with their regular supplier so they chose that man for a quick supply."

"The man had two daughters. One who was 18 at that time and another who was 16. Their mother passed away a couple of years ago and their father was always busy with either work or gambling so the sisters only had each other. The older sister took very good care of the younger one, making sure she was happy and protected all the time."

"Then one night, the mafia barged through the door, surrounding their house with armed men. The eldest and the youngest son of the Lee family also came. They dragged the father and the older daughter outside on the porch where they killed him with a clean shot in the head. Then they grabbed the older daughter and dragged her into their car, making her disappear forever."

"Meanwhile, the younger daughter watched all this from far away as the father's right hand man told her to remain hidden to save herself. After some digging around, it was found out that District 1 went to war with the Russians and they lost that war while also losing the head of the family, the father of the two brothers, Lee Jihoon and..." you pause before looking him dead in the eye and whispering, "Lee Seokmin."

Thick silence stretches in the air.

Dokyeom keeps looking at you, his fingers intertwined under his chin. "So, all this was a grand plan of yours to what, fool me? Betray me after making a joke out of me?" He asks. making you chuckle.

"You were only the beginning of my plan. I wanted to mess with you, of course, but I thought I would find out about your brother's whereabouts through dating you. I initially had a fun plan that I would show up uninvited in one of his business deals and ruin it, damage his reputation for good. However, that plan failed because I found no information about him or your family from you. You really hide that part of you well, no Professor?"

He remains silent.

"Now that my initial plan has failed, I think I will have to kidnap you, hm? Ask your brother for ransom. He would have no choice but to show up then."

Your words make Dokyeom scoff as he shakes his head, the corners of his lips turned up as if you have said the funniest thing ever. You don't like his reaction.

"You want to see my brother? I will arrange that."

"What?" You must have heard wrong. "What game are you playing now?"

"I'm not playing any game."

"Then why?" You narrow your eyes on him, your hand reaching to your back pocket to pull out the switchblade if necessary.

He looks at you for a long moment before letting out a breath. "I am impressed, that's all. I have to acknowledge your talent, no? Also, you deserve to know the truth." He looks you in the eye. "The real truth. Not some bullshit your father's right hand man made up."

"Don't you fucking tell me what is the truth and what is the lie, you murderer!" You seethe, clenching your fists.

You should just gut him right here.

Once again, he just smiles. "I will text you when he is available for the meeting. However, it will be one on one. If you bring someone else, he will not show up."

"I could still kidnap you."

"You are welcome to try but I guarantee you, that plan is going to fail. You are a smart woman. I'm giving you a good option. Just take it." He stands up.

"Well if you think that I alone am not a threat to your brother then you are mistaken. I can make his blood spill if I want to," You stand up and take a menacing step towards him. "If you find your dear brother dead after the meeting, don't blame me, hm?''

You don't wait for a reply as you turn on your heel and march out of the room. On your way out you find the dinner served on the table, the chicken cut nicely into pieces along with vegetables. Picking up a fork, you stab a few pieces of chicken, shove them into your mouth and then take a sip of the wine.

As always, his food tastes great.

With your coat slung over your shoulder, you pull open the door and yell behind you, "Thanks for the dinner, professor!"

You slam the door loudly behind you.

-

Lee Jihoon agrees to have a meeting with you one day later. Initially, you wanted Changkyun to drive you there but Dokyeom sent a text saying that he would pick you up because outside vehicles are not allowed entry into Jihoon's compound. Reluctantly, you agreed and after an absolute silent drive later, you reach the mansion of the mafia family of District 1.

The compound is stunning and heavily guarded, with checkposts and watch towers set at certain distances as well as multiple security screenings that you have to pass through. Once Dokyeom passes the final gate, the gorgeous mansion comes into view. Just upon entry, there is a large compound surrounding a giant water fountain in the middle of neatly trimmed rows of trees. Dokyeom stops the car at a small parking space near the front yard where the meeting will take place.

As the car comes to a stop you notice a small table and garden chairs set up underneath a large umbrella that is surrounded by multiple guards— the place of your meeting. With a deep breath, you step out of the car, along with Dokyeom who comes out of the driver's side door. Surprising you, he leans against the car with his arms crossed and starts looking around.

"You are not coming?''

"No."

You are perplexed but don't ask any further questions, busy with the task ahead of you. Tilting your head side to side, you pop your neck before marching towards the garden. Spotting you, one of the guards speaks into his comm. Throwing a mock smile at him, you drag a chair out and sit down, waiting for him to arrive. Out of curiosity, you turn your head behind to see Dokyeom in the same spot, staring off into the distance.

Weird.

A maid comes to serve two cups of tea before hurrying away and soon after, the man arrives.

Dressed in full black, Lee Jihoon steps out of the mansion and walks towards you, closely followed by two bodyguards, his body language is relaxed as he pulls out the chair in front of you and sits down. Taking off his shades, he looks at you, his eye contact calm yet unwavering along with something very powerful and dark brimming underneath as you come face to face with the man behind all your misery.

"Good morning, ___. My brother informed me about our interesting past." He speaks, his tone light, his facial expression laced with amusement as if he is catching up with an old friend.

"Then you know why I am here." You cut to the chase, trying to keep your tone as even as possible. Just hearing his voice irks you to your core.

"Remind me again." He hums, wiping his shades with a piece of cloth.

This motherfucking bastard.

"You killed my father! You kidnapped my sister! What—" You inhale deeply. "What did you do to her!" You hiss, unable to keep your voice from raising as your hands form fists, violent rage bubbling within you. There is a knife hidden underneath your bra and you consider pulling it out and stabbing him.

You can be quick but it wouldn't cause enough damage.

Besides, you need to know if your sister is alive.

"I see you are furious and I understand that feeling." Jihoon begins, throwing one leg on top of another as he links his hands together, leaning back to sit comfortably.

You hate how nonchalant he is about all this.

"Since I'm in a good mood today and my younger brother has asked for a favour after a very long time, I'll answer your questions. Let's begin with your father's death, shall we? My family had a deal with your father. He was to provide us with weapons and artilleries for a year because our usual supplier got murdered earlier that year and we chose him as a temporary replacement. In November of that year, a war broke out between us and the Russians. We went to war with those weapons. Guess what happened?"

You remain silent, staring at him in rage.

"The weapons stopped working. The guns would either jam or misfire. Hundreds of my men died and we lost that war. Your father sold us weapons that were crap. They were a batch of second grade weapons that he had lying around." Jihoon pauses for a second before resting his arms on the table and leaning closer to you. "You know why he did that?''

"Because he had gambled away the initial deposit we gave him. That led to an argument with his manufacturer who said the deal would be on hold. He could neither get the weapons nor cancel the deal with us so like a fucking coward, he sold us those shitty weapons."

"You are lying." You hiss.

"I was hoping you would say that. You see, I don't care whether you believe me or not, ___. You asked for the truth and here it is."

Bullshit.

Lee Jihoon is the master of manipulation, there is no way he is being honest right now.

"Then where is my sister? What did you do with her?"

His eyes darken at your words.

"She is alive. That is all you need to know." His tone is clipped.

You are immediately on your feet, the chair scraping backwards by your sudden motion. "Where is she, you fucking son of a bitch!" You bang your fists on the table, ready to jump on him. His bodyguard starts to come to you but Jihoon raises his hand as a signal for him to stand back.

"Sit down, ___." He remains unbothered. "Wherever she is, she is safe and well."

"Like I believe a word that comes out of your mouth! If she is really alive why won't you tell me!" You scream.

"Because your sister told me not to."

The ground slips away from your feet as your heart starts galloping. "What— what you talking about, you fucking liar!"

Jihoon gets up and walks towards you, fixes the chair back in its place and forces you to sit down by grabbing your shoulders.

"Look, ___. I am doing you the favour of explaining everything which I never do for anyone else. You can either act civil and stop calling me names or I have you escorted out right now." He threatens in your ear, his body leaning against the garden table. Your hands form tight fists in your lap as it takes everything within you to hold yourself back from punching him.

He says, "A word of advice for you, don't believe everything you see. Your sister has her demons that she had been hiding for a long time. She had them when we took her and she still has them. When she overcomes all of them, she will come find you."

You are stunned to silence.

"I- I don't believe you. You are making all this up." Your brain is scrambling, trying to fit the pieces together that you seem to have missed.

"Alright then. I'll contact your sister and tell her to write you a letter, maybe even attach some pictures. How about that?"

You remain silent.

Jihoon sighs and sits back down on the chair, before reaching for his phone inside his jacket. Swiping through the device, he finds what he is looking for before turning the screen towards you.

A gasp escapes you as your hands come to cover your mouth. It is a picture of your sister. You recognize her immediately despite the change in her features throughout the years. She sits by a window, a very subtle smile on her lips as she looks at the camera.

You could look at that picture forever but Jihoon takes the phone away, putting it inside his pocket as you blink away the tears from your eyes.

"You are all murderers. You ruined our lives." You whisper, your head hanging low as you stare at the green grass below your feet suddenly overcome with a feeling of helplessness.

Has she really been alive all this time? Has she been well?

"We never said we weren't. Our world abides by some rules and your father was well aware of those rules. His greed got the best of him and in a perfect world, his family wouldn't have suffered for his crime but in our world, that is the rule."

Tears brim in your eyes as you are overwhelmed with distraught.

"Thousands of people in district one had to die for your father's greed. It is only fair that he died. We didn't even make it painful and that is something our men were not blessed with." His tone becomes dark by the end.

"If you still don't believe me, I will mail you some of the investigation reports on that case. But this is as far as I'll entertain you, ___ and this is the last time I wish to see you in my premises unless I call you." Jihoon stands up, putting his hands in his pockets as you keep glaring holes into the ground.

"One final piece of advice, if you aren't serious about my brother, leave him." His words make you look up at him. "Me and Seokmin don't talk to each other anymore but for you, he contacted me after years, leaving behind his pride. He seems to have serious feelings about you. If you don't feel that way about him, leave. You got what you wanted."

Did you? Did you really get what you wanted?

"Goodbye." He puts on his shades and strides out of the garden, his bodyguards trailing after him as you are left alone with your thoughts and the tea which has now gone cold.

You get back into Dokyeom's car in silence. The man does not ask any questions or acknowledge you, mutely starting the car almost as if you are not even here.

You sit still, stuck in a trance as Jihoon's words replay in your mind over and over again. Now, you truly do not know what is the truth and what is the lie as you spiral into a dark pit of hopelessness. Could it truly be that Changkyun and his father lied to you? But why would they do that? Why would Jihoon lie to you either? He has no reason to. He is not afraid of anyone and he has no benefit from lying to you.

Your mind starts to numb from the continuous onslaught of thoughts. When you finally take a break from them and focus on your surroundings, you realize the car has come to a stop. It is parked on a small cliff that overlooks a mountain range far away. Seokmin looks at you expectantly, almost as if he is waiting for you to step out of the car. Without much thought, you do that and he follows you as you both silently tread towards a small bridge nearby. Resting against it, you take in the view for a few minutes, the man next to you doing the same.

"I heard you don't speak to your brother anymore." You decide to speak. It caught you off guard when Jihoon first mentioned it but you have been too preoccupied with other worries to address it. It is making sense to you now as to why you could not find anything at his house.

After a moment, his soft voice floats through the silence. "I used to be really close with my brother. I looked up to him ever since I was a child. In a world as grim as ours, he was a source of hope and a shelter for me." He breathes, his eyes focused ahead, clouded with memories. "It was a given that he was going to be the next don since he was the oldest but he always told me that I'd be a better leader, that I should be prepared to take over if anything were to happen to him. Sometimes, it felt as if he trusted me more than he trusted himself and I didn't want to let him down."

Seokmin comes to a pause as his gaze shifts from staring straight ahead to coming lower and lower, finally stopping at his shoes. With his head hanging low and a dejected posture, he whispers. "Everything changed after that war. Our father died along with so many of our men. The bloodshed was too much for me. I tried to suck it in by telling myself that I will overcome this. I will get used to it but the thing was, I didn't want to. I didn't want to get used to the violence, to the bloodshed, to that life and finally, after killing your father and taking away your sister, I gave up."

There is a heavy pause in the air. Your breath is trapped in your lungs as you watch him, waiting eagerly for his next words, urging him to continue while failing to find your voice.

"That night, I told hyung I was going to leave. I was going to denounce everything. My title, my inheritance, everything. My final gesture of loyalty and love for him was to aid him in killing the man that caused all the mess but my brother...He was...livid. He punched me, yelled at me and finally begged me not to leave. When I still said no he looked at me for a long moment." His breath shudders as he pauses shortly.

"I remember it so vividly. His face went completely blank as he ordered his men to escort me out, not even saying goodbye or looking back. That night I left and I never saw him again until...today. To the members of District 1, it was like the Lee family expanding their territory by having me step into the world of art under a new name. You also thought the same but now, you know the truth."

His eyes finally move as he shifts his position, leaning against the edge of the rail to look at you.

"Our world isn't fair, ___ and you cannot judge our actions based on the laws of the normal world. I do not like bloodshed or violence but I've realised that sometimes it is necessary to keep the balance. Killing your father was such a moment and—" he pauses, his brows furrowing as he looks at you desperately, almost like he's in pain as he searches for the right words.

"I do not regret it. I regret a lot of things but do not regret his death. I'm sorry that you lost your father and I'm sorry that you had a tough life. More than anything else, I'm sorry that you harboured all these negative feelings inside you only to realise that the truth was something else entirely. I'm sorry it had to be like this, ___."

You swallow, blinking to hold back tears. His eyes shine, mirroring yours as you both stare at each other in silence. You want to scream, yell at the top of your lungs that he is lying but you know that if you open your mouth, only sobs will come out. So you opt for watching Seokmin in silence as a gust of cool breeze flows by, messing your hair while you pray that it takes away your despair along with it.

"I'm going to leave you alone now. I'm sure you need some time to process everything. I just wanted to say my part." He whispers, slowly taking steps away. He pauses for a beat on his way to see if you say anything but you keep staring at the sky as if hypnotised. As his footsteps get farther away and the car's engine roars to life, your tears fall, cascading down your cheeks in endless streams.

-

Sleep doesn't come easily to you that night. With the rise of the sun, you get some shut eye before waking up and lying in your bed for hours, sinking deep into the hollow in your chest that feels like it's devouring you whole. Beside you, your phone rings multiple times with Changkyun's calls but you ignore them, not prepared to face him, not prepared to confront your best friend that he has been lying to you. When the growls of your stomach finally grow too loud for you to tolerate, you get up to eat something.

Inside your large house, you float around like a ghost, the emptiness and coldness of the structure mirroring how you feel on the inside. Your brain is too broken to think yet thoughts overflow, numbing you.

As you eat some cereal you finally decide to check your phone and you see Changkyun's message.

I dropped by your house this morning. You didn't open and you are not picking up.

Come to the seaport when you see this. We need to talk.

Your first reaction is to put your phone face down, ignoring the text. But as time ticks by and you see the afternoon sun going lower and lower in the sky, you change your mind. You need to talk to him. You deserve to know the truth from his mouth. Besides, the sooner you get this over with the better.

Maybe it's finally time to retire to a city by the beach, you think to yourself as you drive to the seaport.

-

The wind is high and the sun is about to disappear beneath the horizon when you reach the port. Parking your car, you walk along the edge of the platform, letting the cold her blow into your face as you watch the ships nearby get loaded with containers. As you stop to watch the sunset, you soon hear footsteps behind you and years of familiarity let you know it's Changkyun.

Sure enough, a few seconds later he comes to stand next to you.

"I have been trying to reach you all morning."

"Hm."

Your response probably comes unexpected to him as he shifts his position, turning to look at you, eyes intensely boring into you.

A gust of a particularly strong wind flows, disrupting your hair, covering your face with a few strands, almost as if shielding you from his scrutiny.

"Well?" He prods. You remain silent, staring ahead, racking your brain for the right words to start this conversation.

"___, what did that murderer say?" He asks again, his pitch rising.

"Not what I expected to hear." You give in with a sigh, turning your head to look at him in the eye. Changkyun's eyes widen just a fraction, a look of alarm settling on his face.

"I think we were not completely innocent, either." There's a coldness in your voice but he misses it, hissing. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

You tell him how the meeting with Jihoon went before posing the million dollar question. "Is that really the truth, Changkyun?"

With every word leaving your lips, you see his expression change, going from disbelief to betrayal to anger and then, to guilt.

A silence falls as you wait and watch him, holding your breath as his head hangs low, his hair covering his face as he stares at the ground. The remnants of your hope fade away with every passing second.

"Tell me the truth, Kyun! Did my father really gamble away the money?" Your voice is a desperate plea.

"So what if he did!" He scowls at you.

Your whole body freezes as your fears get confirmed. It takes a good moment for you to speak. "Why did you and your father lie to me? You said he was completely innocent, that he did nothing wrong yet got murdered by Ji—"

"For revenge! I lied so that we could take revenge!"

"Revenge for what!" You cry, frustrated. "You and I know very well what the rules are in this world. You would not spare me either if I did to you what my father did!"

"They took your sister, ___. God knows what they did—"

"She's alive." You whisper.

Changkyun's eyes widen, his mouth opening to say something yet failing to do so. He brushes a frustrated hand through his hair, exhaling loudly as he processes the information.

"What is the plan now?" He asks, his voice muted, looking at the ground.

"What do you mean what's the plan!" You cry. "Did you not hear me? There is no plan, Kyun. This is as far as I can go!"

"You do not mean that, ___!" His voice booms, eyes wide with rage. "They killed your father, ruined his empire, ruined every one of our fucking lives! They have your sister locked away for fucks sake!"

You say the words you never thought you would. "My father did not have an empire. What he had was a gambling addiction and a business built on a house of cards." Your voice grows meek, eyes shining with tears of pain and exhaustion. "As for my sister," you take in a deep breath. "Jihoon said he would make her write me a letter. He said she has reasons for hiding but she is safe. I have decided to trust his words for now."

"You—" Changkyun looks at you, baffled. "You are a fucking coward, ___! What about the work we put on all these years? What about us? What about my father? Who's going to avenge him!"

You sigh, rubbing your forehead. Blinking back tears, you try to compose yourself by taking in a deep breath. "I had a harsh wake up call that made me realize that all these years you were lying to me and using me to quench your bloodthirst. Who's going to avenge your father? Maybe you, if you are crazy but not me. His addiction led him astray and he committed suicide. What is there to avenge?"

"___! He ended up like that because the Lees killed your father and ruined our business!" He's like a madman as he steps closer to you, yelling. You yell back, "Just stop it, Changkyun! What do you want me to do, huh? March into Jihoon's house and start firing? Do you know the levels of security that place has? Whatever men we have, he has ten times more and I do not want my team to walk into a suicide mission without any cause. And most importantly, I will not jeopardise the safety of my sister! Jihoon knows her whereabouts and I need him if I want to see my sister again!"

"You... you—" Changkyun has turned red with fury as his words fail him.

You do not like how this conversation is going and your exhaustion makes you take a step back.

"We were carrying their sins with us but I have realised, we don't need to. Our parents...they made their decisions and paid the price for it. Let it end with them, please. I don't want to drag this any more. I am tired, Kyun." You whisper, praying the words to reach him.

Years of hunting and planning the destruction of one man has left you tired to your bones along with a general disdain for the world you have been living in. You were alone all along, chasing a ghost.

It is time to stop.

"No. You are not tired. You are a coward. A brainwashed coward." Changkyun sneers, venom dripping from his eyes.

"If that's what you would like to believe, then so be it." You conclude, not finding the energy to argue with him anymore. Your indifference irks him as he scowls at you, his hands clenched into fists.

You announce. "I am going to retire. You can take over from here on but I suggest you look into doing something new. Our business—"

"Don't you fucking dare give me advice!" His voice booms as he charges towards you. In the blink of an eye, he grabs you by the collars, livid. "Don't utter a single fucking word, you traitor! You fucking liar! You got some dick and decided to switch sides huh!" He seethes, gripping your collars tight and violently shaking you. The headache you already had intensifies but that isn't the thing that's hurting you.

His words hurt. Despite his lies, you considered him your best friend for the past six years. And maybe it's the attachment or the nostalgia of all these years that prevents you from fighting back.

You are done.

You have done enough fighting for a lifetime.

Mean words roll off Changkyun's tongue as he pushes you to the ground in a fit of rage, throwing his legs over your torso as he wraps his arms around your neck.

The next moment there is a click of a gun and you manage to peek over Changkyun's shoulder to find Seokmin standing behind him, pointing a revolver at the back of his head.

Your breath catches in your throat.

What the hell is he doing here?

Changkyun's grip on your throat loosens when he feels the presence behind him as he attempts to turn around. However, Seokmin presses the nozzle of the gun harder into his head, hissing. "Let her go. Now."

"Changkyun, please. Stop." You whisper, finally finding your voice. You do not like the look in Seokmin's eyes, something you've never seen before, something lethal and untamed and paired with the gun in his hand, you do not trust what he might do.

"Speak of the devil." Changkyun scoffs, looking at you, still holding a steady grip on your neck. "The boyfriend is here to save the day."

"Let. Her. Go." Seokmin repeats.

Changkyun looks torn, fury blazing in his eyes while also being aware of the gun being pointed at his head. With a frustrated grunt, he loosens his grip on your throat and you use that fraction of a second to tackle him by grabbing his arms and pinning him to the ground as you come on top. "Stop it, Kyun." Your plea is a whisper that is met with eyes full of wrath.

The next second Seokmin abruptly tugs you behind by your arm as he takes a step forward, becoming a barrier between you and Changkyun. The gun is still in his hand, pointing towards your friend.

"Seokmin put the gun down. It's fine." You try to step forward and pry the weapon out of his hand but he doesn't let you, holding you behind protectively with an arm outstretched.

"You may trust him, but I don't," Seokmin replies, eyes fiercely trained on Changkyun who has sat up. His eyes are equally furious with an underlying hint of challenge, as if he's daring Seokmin to shoot.

And he just might.

"For fucks sake, both of you! Enough!" You holler, clutching onto Seokmin to drag him further away from Changkyun who slowly stands up and brushes the dust off of him before looking at you with a deathly stare. Seokmin's grip on your arm tightens, the gun still in his hand but not pointed at him now.

You can almost physically feel the air thicken with tension.

"Don't try to contact me, ___. If I see your face ever again, there will be a bullet hole between your eyes." Changkyun grits out, sparing one last look of scorn at you before marching away.

With the kaleidoscope of colours of the dusk sky, you watch your best friend of years walk away, experiencing heartbreak and a weird relief at the same time.

Silence settles with the sun dipping below the horizon. Seokmin let's go of you, putting some distance between your bodies. Your eyes meet his as you exchange a silent look full of turbulent emotions.

Emotions you can't quite name yet feel overwhelmed with.

"How did you find me?" Your soft inquiry breaks the silence. He removes his gaze from you and looks at the ground. "Went to your place this afternoon. As I was pulling up I saw your car leave and I just...followed you."

"Why?"

"I... don't know. My gut told me I should." He replies calmly.

You sigh as another beat of silence fills the air. The sky is now fully dark, spread wide with different shades of purple. The wind has gotten significantly colder and you feel like if you stay out too long, it will settle into your bones.

Like the echoing coldness in your heart.

"You should not have interrupted. I was dealing with him."

Seokmin frowns. "Dealing with him? By lying still and letting him choke you?"

"Like I said—"

"Forget that,'' Seokmin interrupts you with a huff. "I went to your place because I had to tell you something." You look at him inquisitively as he fishes out something from the breast pocket of his trench coat.

Extending his hand towards yours, he pushes something into your palm.

A ticket.

"What is this?" You find yourself asking.

"Remember how you said you wanted to go to a place by the sea." He begins, his voice soft like his gaze. "Well, this is it. Now that everything is over, you can go and live by the beach. This cruise leaves tomorrow afternoon. It'll take a few days to reach Barcelona."

You look at the little piece of paper in your hand, letting his words wash over you.

"Think of this as an apology for everything. For what me and my family put you through." He adds when you don't reply.

"I see." Your voice is almost inaudible.

Seokmin says nothing for a few moments, as if waiting for you to speak but when you don't, he continues. "I am going as well. To Barcelona, I mean."

You move his gaze to him and blink inquisitively.

"I felt like taking a break after everything. I haven't been on a vacation for a very long time. I, too, wanted to see the ocean. When I got tickets, I thought I'd get one for you. We don't have to go together or see each other if you decide to go, that is..." He trails off.

You gaze at him for a while, memorising his features. Swallowing a sudden lump in your throat, you force a smile and give him a shaky nod.

"Well, then. I'll get going." He takes a few steps back, rubbing his palms together.

"Bye."

"If you don't come tomorrow, this is goodbye, no?" He asks as he continues to take small steps away from you, still facing you.

"I guess so." You reply. He stops and takes a long look at you before saying. "It was really nice knowing you, ___. Despite our history, despite the short time, I don't regret meeting you and... loving you." The last two words fade into a whisper, making you doubt if he even said them.

You don't get a chance to reply. You don't even get a chance to wholly process his words before he gives a wave, a small smile on his face before jogging away.

You stay rooted to your spot.

I don't regret meeting you and loving you.

-

The sun is shining stronger than any other afternoon when you step out of the taxi with nothing but a small bag pack on your shoulders. Receiving the boarding pass, you walk into the deck which is now empty because the ship is set to leave in just five minutes.

It is not fully empty, however, because one person stands, looking anxious, his eyes skirting around wildly.

When his eyes land on you, a smile of relief seems to appear on his face, triggering the corners of your lips to rise slightly as well. In silence, you walk to him.

"You came." His voice sounds glad but also as if he is trying to school his excitement.

"Did not want to waste a free ticket." You shrug, looking away.

Seokmin nods. "Right. Well, you are just on time."

"I know." There's a pause for a second as he looks like he wants to say something. A staff gives out the final boarding call which makes you continue your way into the cruise, followed by Seokmin.

Once you are boarded, you walk towards the front of the vessel, glad that it is not too crowded. The whistle of the cruise booming in the air signals the start of its journey as the sunlight and the warm breeze kiss your face.

"I'm glad you decided to come," Seokmin says, making you turn around to look at him. In the soft glow of the sun and the wind playing with his hair, he looks breathtaking.

After a moment, you whisper. "Me too."

Giving you a nod and a friendly smile, he walks away with his suitcase into the upper deck and out of sight while you stand and watch him go, the sun warming your skin.

-

1 month later

The evening air has a slight chill, not uncomfortable but just pleasant. You walk barefoot on the sand, hands crossed over your chest as your feet carry you down the edge of the ocean with practised ease. Around you, people enjoy the beach after a hectic day, children playing around laughing, parents taking videos, friends flying kites, couples walking hand in hand. The sound of the waves crashing to the shore along with the remnants of orange hues in the sky sets up a wonderful atmosphere, which, after almost a month, you have become used to but certainly not bored of.

You have never felt so much at peace.

This getaway was truly what you needed as you learned to spend time by yourself, alone with your thoughts, isolated from the world yet watching it pass by. It has been a palliative experience so far. You came to terms with your life, your past, your actions and your feelings for a certain individual.

Just one day into your getaway, a letter was brought to your room by a hotel staff and upon opening it, you realised Jihoon kept his promise.

It was a handwritten letter from your sister, along with a picture of her, sitting next to a large painting that she created. She looks different, not how you remember her, a different glow on her face that you did not remember because she was almost always melancholic.

You now feel a little guilty because you never asked her why.

Dear ____.

It has been a long while, no? I am sorry for being out of touch. It is unforgivable, I know but I finally found the courage to write to you after you came to visit Jihoon. When we were first separated something was chasing me that made me want to run away from everything. I put off connecting to you for your own good when I heard you were living with Changkyun and his father and just like that, years had passed. I occasionally looked into your whereabouts and I knew you were doing fine but I never found it in me to get rid of the guilt and just write to you.

I tried hard not to show it but life was not so kind to me before the last six years and getting taken away from our dad was probably the best thing for me.

It is a story for another day and there are still demons that I need to defeat. After that I will come to see you and ask for forgiveness. Until then, live well and rest easy knowing that I have been doing better for the past few years.

Your sister.

Reading the letter was bittersweet, the first emotion invoked within you was hurt and longing as you shed a few tears seeing your sister's picture, mused about the old days and wondered what she went through all by herself.

Initially, you had thought of writing back a reply but you decided against it because the words you wish to utter can not be confined within a paper. Instead, you sent out a prayer to the universe, hoping you would get to meet her sometime soon.

From a distance, someone calls out your name, calling your attention back to the present and you turn instinctively to find Seokmin jogging towards you through the sand, two cones of ice creams in his hands. A smile appears on your lips as you take a few steps towards him, reaching your arms out. Wrapping him in a soft hug, you plant a sweet kiss on his lips before taking an ice cream from his hand and reaching for the other as well.

"Both of these are for me right?"

The poor man looks conflicted. "Well, uhm, no but if you want you can have them."

You snort a burst of laughter. "You can have it, Min. Maybe save a bite for me."

Hand in hand, you two walk a little closer to the shore and sit down, letting the flow of the waves occasionally touch your feet.

Your relationship with Seokmin developed surprisingly but quickly after coming to Barcelona. Initially, you did not expect anything, too overridden with the guilt of your tricks and the history of your families to make any attempt to talk to him. Two weeks went by as you did not see each other, except for occasionally bumping into each other at the beach or the hotel lobby because as fate would have it, you two shared the same hotel. It was hard and uncomfortable, pretending not to see him when you ran into him and it would make you wonder if he felt the same.

It all changed one night when you were returning to the hotel after dinner and some drinks. Tipsy and wobbly, you focused extra hard to not bump into anyone as you made your way into the lobby of the hotel.

And there you bumped into him, quite literally.

"Hey there, easy," The man's hands hold your shoulders to stop you from falling on your ass. You look up and find Seokmin. Thinking that you are seeing things, you blink two more times before coming to terms with the fact that it was indeed Seokmin in front of you.

"Someone had a lot to drink," He says as you try to regain your balance. "Can you go to your room by yourself? Should I come with you?"

With a huff, you push him away, trying to appear independent as you take wobbly steps. Seokmin decides to escort you, as he follows closely behind all the way, one hand outstretched, ready to catch you in case you fall.

When you reach your room, Seokmin assists you in unlocking the door. Once the job is done successfully, you pause in the entryway to look back at him. He stands there, somewhat awkward and you consider whether to shut the door on his face or ask him to come in. Neither of them sounds like a good idea but still, you kick the door to open it a little wider and murmur as you walk in, "Come in, if you want."

You don't look behind as you head for the small fridge to retrieve a water bottle and chug it down. Seokmin steps in, a bit hesitant, closing the door behind him. You take a seat on the edge of your bed as Seokmin gingerly sits down on the couch placed in front.

A small moment of silence passes by as you two observe each other. He is dressed in running gear and judging from the pristine condition of his hair, you assume that he was on his way for a late night jog.

"We keep bumping into each other," Seokmin tries to break the silence. You nod, "Must be fate." You are not quite sure if you said those words genuinely or sarcastically. Seokmin does not reply, probably thinking that you are being sarcastic.

You find yourself asking, "How have you been?"

"Good."

"How long do you plan to stay here?"

"A couple more weeks maybe."

"Are you having fun?''

"Yes."

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"

He takes a moment before replying, "Not really. I'm more worried if I am making you uncomfortable."

"Hm," you hum and with that, the conversation dies down. You have a lot to say on your mind but your mind is not in its top condition right now as you have had a few drinks, which makes it a bit harder to arrange your thoughts and address them accordingly.

"I should get going, I suppose," Seokmin says, rubbing his palms on his thighs.

"Wait," the words slip out of your mouth in urgency and you are not even sure why you are telling him so.

The man blinks at you.

"I—" You don't know what you wish to say. "I guess I just wanted to say...I'm sorry."

Seokmin appears a little surprised hearing you say that as he sits up straighter. You huff out a long breath, looking down at the empty water bottle in your hand. "What I'm trying to say is that...I am sorry that I played with your feelings. I- I am sorry for using you. You are a nice person, professor."

You calling him by his old title makes him smile as he says. "I just realized I missed you calling me by that name."

"Professor?"

"Yes, ___?"

A small smile appears on your face as well as you bite your lip to stifle it.

"___?" Seokmin's soft voice makes you look at him. He looks unsure but also hopeful. "Hypothetically, if I told you that I still miss you and that I still long for you, what would you say?"

"Your breath stalls as you watch him, wide eyed. There is a sudden lump in your throat that makes it impossible for you to speak. You are scared you might start crying if you do so. Still, you breathe, "Hypothetically, I would say that I feel the same too.''

"And would it be a lie this time, my beautiful liar?"

You swallow as you watch him take slow steps towards you. When he stands right in front of you, his hands gently cup your cheeks, carefully tilting your head upwards so that you can meet his eyes. They shine with emotions unsaid, just like yours and the look on his face makes your heart soar, makes you forget everything, makes you want to be selfish.

"No," you whisper.

You get to see the slightest tilt of his lips to a smile as he leans down and presses his lips to yours, softly at first before you eagerly chase his lips and he reciprocates, moving the hair away from your face and holding your neck with one hand and stroking your cheek with the other.

The kiss is full of passion but also slow and sweet, an addictive combination that tells you that you are done for. With another kiss on your forehead, Seokmin lets go, stepping away from you.

"Will I see you tomorrow morning or will you declare this as a drunk mistake and start hiding from me?" He asks cheekily.

You can't help a smile. "I will expect you to pick me up at 9 am sharp. We will have breakfast together."

You will take it slow this time.

"Whatever you wish," He flashes his beautiful smile, heading for the door. As he is about to close it behind him, he turns his head around. "Goodnight, ___. Sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, Seokmin."

-

Fast forward a couple of weeks later, you two moved out of the hotel and instead rented a small villa near the coast for an indefinite amount of time. You have no plans of going back home but you know that Seokmin's nature of work will require him to leave sometimes which you are fine with.

"So, I got an invitation to a seminar in London." Seokmins words jolt you out of the thoughts running in your head. "I don't think they are going to accept a no." He adds sadly.

"You don't have to say no." You reply. "Just go and attend it. Share your expertise with the world."

"Mhmm," he hums, looking at you in a contemplating gaze. "Would you consider coming with me?"

You blink. "Well..."

"It's a one-day seminar. We can stay a couple of days more and look around the city. It would be fun, I think."

You consider his words. It would be fun, actually.

You have no reason to hold yourself back from having new experiences now. You have punished yourself enough.

"It's a good idea." You reply with a soft smile that makes your boyfriend grin as he puts his arm around your shoulder, gently pulling your body closer to him. You let your head fall on his shoulder as you watch the sky grow dark.

No more lies now, it's just peace.

Your story that began with lies painted in red will end in red too, but this time the red will paint love.

A/N: Thanks for reading it till the end! I would like to apologize for the delay as this was supposed to be posted two weeks earlier but yk, life happened. The other two stories of this series are in the making but the next story will not be out before May. Also, I am planning on making a standalone for Jihoon's story which will not exactly be a part of this series but it's in the same timeline. It will be posted after all the stories of this series are completed. Anyways, stay safe and toodles!

Also, please leave a comment and reblog! It really motivates me to create more!

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[stayandot8]

Whispers In The Dark Teaser

Genre: college au, all boys present, Chan x reader

Relationship type: campus crush Chan! x fem reader

Important Contents: came from the song of the same name by Monsta X. Will be a two part series unless more inspo comes my way. We'll see. But for now, enjoy a taste.

WC: 441

He was notorious. For what, no one could agree on, but he was well known around campus. Some would say it was his skill in bed, others would say his charms would keep him from any kind of trouble with anyone, professors and other students alike. His easy grace with people, especially strangers, made him the perfect showman for the school. He was at all the major events. It was like the head office paid him to be there, cheering when appropriate and constantly surrounded by his fraternity brothers. It was rare that he was caught without at least one of them within three feet of his personal space. It was also a well known fact that there was a roster kept hidden in the depths of his mind of those he hung around with in public, in private, and those he tossed to his brothers. It was like a hierarchy. All the girls knew where they stood with him and used that information against each other when they needed to. 

Chris Bang, appropriately named, was the top man on campus. When he approached you, you couldn’t help but say hello. And if he struck up a conversation with you, it felt like catching up with an old friend. He always wanted to know how you were doing, how your classes were going, and he was genuinely interested in the answer. He asked about your family, your friends, anything that would spark up a conversation with you. And by the time he found something that you had in common, you were hooked. The way he listened to you made you feel like he was your best friend and for those minutes, he was. 

He cared about people, truly. No one could act like that around people if they didn’t care about them. He was warm and inviting, like a hug when you really needed it or a warm shower after a day out in the snow. His gaze was that of a toasty fire, you could curl up in one or both with a book and live there forever. 

He was across the courtyard, surrounded by his usual entourage of fraternity brothers in their lettered sweatshirts and crewnecks. Each one had a girl next to them, talking emphatically with their heads held high. The Chosen Ones for the day, week and each somehow prettier than the last.  They all seemed so engrossed with one another that no one dared interrupt their conversations. 

“Hey! If you stare any harder, you’ll burn a hole in their heads. And those poor girls can’t afford for anything to fall out more than it already has.”

[lino-jagiyaa]

thinking about writing a college professor x student au for either monsta x or skz hyung line um….

someone discuss this with me pls i need ideas 😵‍💫

[iibonniee]

RM1515: Criminal Law

Pairing: Chae Hyungwon x Reader (Slight Jungkook x reader but nothing explicit or romantic happens)

Genre: College AU/smut

Rating: M

Word Count: 4k (I wish I was joking)

Warnings: teacher/student relations, jealous!hyungwon, fingering, unprotected sex, slight angst, jungkook being the bestest best friend (theres sarcasm that warning)

Masterlist | The Faculty Masterlist

This is the third installment for a collaboration with @wordycerty. Both Jooheon and Changkyun's parts are posted on her page!

Taglist: @appachicken @dandelion-aj @xrubyrosex @babykyuniee @bekah931215

Y/N knew about a week in, that the relationship she had with Mr. Chae was anything but normal. That was about a two and a half years ago, and the secrecy and hiding all but made their relationship thrilling. 

She wasn’t sure how it started, or how they met. But if she put just enough thought into it, she could remember her sophomore year in her music theory class. It was a class she had randomly signed up for (she wouldn’t admit that her friend merely peer-pressured her into it because “the professor was gorgeous”).

Y/N had known about five minutes into class on the first day, that the class wasn’t for her. The only upside to the boring class was the professor, Mr. Yoo. He was charming, had killer vocals and was everything she could think of in a man. But he was smart and saw through the little façade she had put up. 

She remembered clearly when he pulled her to the side, his question was genuine but, to her, she felt like a fraud for being in a room where she shouldn’t be.

“You can be honest with me.” Mr. Yoo urged, his smile was small showing her that he wasn’t a threat. 

Her mouth opened, wanting to reply, but it snapped shut when she realized there was nothing she could say. She thought she only did it for her friend. But, she mainly did it for her own selfish reasons. 

Mr. Yoo was deadly attractive.

At the end of the day, Y/N should sit him down to thank him for pulling her to the side at the end of his boring lecture to ask her that silly question. If he hadn’t, she wouldn’t have met Mr. Chae. 

Mr. Chae’s interruption was unplanned, but definitely not unwelcome. The wave of surprise that flashed in his eyes was evident, although it didn’t last long. A guilty smile was replaced as apologies flew from his mouth. Yet, Mr. Yoo laughed it off, offering the male to come in to meet her. 

After that day, everything seemed to fall into place. 

Their meetings were often unplanned, but it was far too unbelievable that they’d run into each other more than five times a week - given his classroom was set across campus and he was the senior law teacher.

She didn’t complain, however. His gaze was intense, smirk faint, but there. Y/N never asked for it, but Mr. Chae surely agreed to it.  

Mr. Chae’s pattern was all the same; never unchanging even when she walked to her boring Music Theory class. So, she never stopped greeting him a good morning - or a good afternoon if given the time. 

But, as the weeks passed, she forgot how long it took until he finally broke, forcing her into a small study room and confessing that he was growing tired of all the formalities and occasional talking. 

“Hyungwon.” His confession was abrupt and he was panting with nervousness at the lack of her answers. “My name is Hyungwon. I want you to be in my class come your senior year. I want something between us. I don’t want a fling, I want a relationship.”

His confession was met with silence. Even with the knowledge of running late for that stupid class, his whispering words rang through the air and beat around her pounding heart. 

Yet, as she thought of his abrupt confession that happened two and a half years ago, she still couldn’t thank Mr. Yoo. Simply because their relationship was meant to be a secret. But the line between secrecy and truth was what made their relationship slightly crumble. 

Y/N knew her patience was cracking, the knowledge that he was trying to protect her and their relationship was flattering, but it was also that same acknowledgment of him spilling such a secret to his close coworkers that had her seething were she stood. 

“You did what?” The question was supposed to be calm, but her teeth were beared together in a hiss as her mind tried to process his words. “Are you - and you told me that I wasn’t supposed to say anything to anyone!”

She noticed the way his eyes did a quick scan of her face, trying to gauge out her emotions carefully. But his next words weren’t carefully picked out, not as he mumbled, “We aren’t fighting about this.” as he continued to clean his desk. 

For a moment, the girl was blown away at the lack of care he held. His subtle reply was a practical smack to the face. Her laugh was forced - mainly to try to break the unwelcome tension that Hyungwon had welcomed into the room with such a blunt answer. Either way, the laugh came and it didn’t stop. 

“I’m done.” 

Those two words seemed to halt her lovers movements, his once blank expression all morphing into surprise, then shocked, then worry all at once. 

“What do you mean, “You’re done”? You’re done with what?”

“This conversation! This! I don’t know!” Y/N gasped, the sudden frustration brewing through her blood faster than she could have imagined. “I need a break.”

“So that’s it? You’re leaving because I want to keep you safe. To keep US safe? Y/N, some of your friends are my students too! If word gets out about us, I’ll be the one taking the heat, not you.”

“Oh, but it’s ok for you to tell how many of your “friends” about us?!” At the end of the day, Y/N knew she was blowing this out of proportion. Maybe they could be trusted. Maybe they too held secrets that couldn’t be told. “Who are they?”

“You know I can’t tell you-“

“Right.” Once again her laugh held no amusement. “I think I should go.”

“Y/N wait,” Y/N heard the panic that broke through his voice. His desk was no longer a concern as his eyes were set on making it to the door just before her. “Are you still planning on coming over tonight?”

Maybe she’d slap Mr. Yoo too for having her meet such a selfish man. 

“Goodnight Hyungwon.”

~~

If Y/N knew one thing, it was that whenever Jungkook was deadly silent, his mind grew focused on things that shouldn’t be talked about. So, upon noticing his close friends sudden mood change and avoidance of him, the library silence that grew around the pair almost felt suffocating. 

Jungkook was no doubt smart when given the right motivation. And when he had discovered her strange behavior, his mind tried to work out  what exactly made her fall short in their close-knit friendship. 

In truth, his silence made her uncomfortable. 

Clearing her throat, she glanced over at her friend who had his head tucked in his arm, his eyes drifting towards the many books that surrounded their little corner. For a moment, she thought he had stopped breathing. His eyes remained unblinking as his breathing was almost too shallow for a healthy athlete. 

But, the moment he shot up with an excited and knowing smile, her heart raced all the more. His eyes finally locked onto hers and that same smile shined so bright as if he had just figured out a prize winning riddle. 

“You know that rumor that’s going around?” Jungkook’s first question was rather dumb seeing as they were in a university that was undoubtedly filled with plenty of rumors to share. 

“Kook, there’s so many rumors. Even our professors share rumors.” 

“That’s exactly what I’m getting at.” The moment he finished his sentence was the moment her heart started pounding in her chest. “I know you aren’t oblivious to the fact that Professor Chae has been even more moody lately. Now that I finally had time to think, you have been pretty moody, too. Almost as if you went through a fight.”

Now her heart was in her throat as she watched her closest friend piece together a puzzle that should never have been solved. Jungkook knew just about all the ins and outs of her. Her secrets could never be held for long, for even a little slip around him would have him catching on. 

“Jungkook, I've just gotten back from Calculus. You know how Professor Im is and how ungodly the class is. Of course I’m going to be moody.” With a wave of her hand, she attempted to whisk his accusation out the window, but his head shaking only furthered her panic. “What? Do you really think I’d be caught in a stupid rumor? You know the Dean himself denies that those aren’t true. Why would I date one of the professors?”

“Then tell me this, why haven’t I met him?”

Y/N’s mind tried to scramble for some answer. Anything that would prove her innocence in the lie that she started drowning in. Yet, as the silence passed with the seconds, the smirk that grew on Jungkook’s face grew. That’s when she knew that he had figured it out and the Dean was one of the people that had known. 

The mix of emotions that flashed through her body made her blood run cold. Almost as if she had caught her lover cheating except Hyungwon was loyal to her. Even amidst the fight, Hyungwon was suffering, too. But she couldn’t even confirm to her closest friend that Hyungwon was the man that stole her heart. 

“Oh my gosh.” His smile was too bright, too excited for anything other than the fact that he had just learned her biggest secret to date. “You’re in a relationship with Pro-“

“Shut up.” Y/N hissed as her hand covered his blabbering mouth. She knew their corner was secluded, but the mere fact that anyone on campus could hear such a secret worried her even more. “You have to promise to keep this a secret!"

Even hours later, with the truth being brought to light, she couldn’t help but cuddle close to Jungkook. Her apartment was silent besides the tv that softly played in the background. With a groan, her hands fell limp on her side, while her head relaxed on his chest. 

“Why am I so stupid? Oh course the Dean knows! Who else is in that little circle? God — who else knows? Why didn’t I tell you sooner? Why did I believe he’d truly keep his word?!”

Y/N knew the more she thought about it, the more frustrated she’d become. She knew that much the night she got home after her argument with Hyungwon. She knew he was a man that often kept his own secrets. Yet, she blamed herself for allowing him to do so. 

Part of her felt dirty. That maybe those people knew a lot more than what she had told Jungkook the moment they got to her apartment. She only grew more frustrated at the man she called her boyfriend. At how his messages never even seemed to stop even when if she had continued to ignore him. 

Y/N couldn’t blame her friend for the silence he provided. He was her temporary therapist while she spilled her life problems to him. After all, that’s practically what he signed up for the moment he deemed himself her best friend. 

“Kookie, did you fall asleep?” Upon her calling his name, Jungkook gave her arm a slight flick, causing the girl to softly giggle to herself at her friends answer. 

“I was falling asleep,” He joked, “What do you need?”

“Grab my phone and go through our messages. I just want you to see them.”

If Y/N could see the amusing smirk that spread across his face, she’d instantly regret the access she had given him. 

Her phone was in his seconds, the same password being typed in almost immediately. It didn’t take long to find Hyungwon’s messages. Only instead of following her request, he aimed the camera down so he could capture the almost romantic gesture shared between the two. 

With the picture saved and sent, his smirk continued as it showed “delivered”. He just needed to give her boyfriend that little push.

~~

Y/N knew Jungkook shouldn’t have been trusted. Whether he had accidentally sent something to Hyungwon and deleted it mid-panic while she was asleep or deliberately taunted him behind her back, she knew he was the culprit behind the mass of angry texts that came from Hyungwon throughout the night causing her to turn. off her phone in the middle of the night to avoid the heat. 

She wasn’t naïve about how her friend really was. When he wanted to test the water to see if it was just right, he would. If it was, hell would certainly break loose and she’d be there to pick up the pieces. That’s usually how it all went, anyways. 

Her second mistake was turning off her phone. She had to admit she was an idiot to think that was her best bet, but her brain at 2:56 in the morning wasn’t really awake, so that idea of foolishly turning off her phone was the best she could think of. Her only class started at 2:00 so there was no need to worry.

Except, she should have worried. It wasn’t the chirping birds that woke her up around her usual 8:30 a.m time, rather it was the brightly held sun that found no issues in invading her privacy to wake her up. The panic that rushed through her bones was worse than the truth being revealed.

Not only had she fought with Hyungwon, dealt with the backfire of Jungkook’s stupidity, but she was well late for his class.

The halls were deadly silent as the time hit just shy of 15 minutes passed her due time. She hardly had time to look at her phone as she threw on a freshly washed dress, threw on some shoes and booked it out the door, but upon finally turning on the thing, the messages the never felt ending didn’t come from Hyungwon, this time they were from Jungkook.

Kookie: Hey, I got you coffee! Meet in the quad? [Sent: 1:30 P.M]

Kookie: You awake? It’s almost time for class and your coffee is getting cold. [Sent: 1:55 P.M]

Kookie: Oh god, Y/N. He was watching me come in. Like - his eyes were glued to my movements. Where are you?? [Sent: 2:01 P.M]

Kookie: Are you skipping class or just dead asleep? Professor Chae is so angry today. He just told Wendy to quit talking to Irene. She was just asking for a pencil for notes! [Sent: 2:10 P.M]

Reading over his texts made her all the more nervous and she hated how she stood outside of his classroom door - room 1515: Criminal Law - with her heart racing as she watched her boyfriend’s movements, fingers fast as he wrote on the chalkboard. 

Sneaking into the room could be easy with his back turned to the board lecturing about whatever. So, with a deep breath, she took the opportunity to slip into the room where her eyes immediately found Jungkook's, who noticeably perked up at the sight of her.

“Miss L/N, you’re 15 minutes late.” Hyungwon’s tone was set in stone. The anger that kissed his lips and slipped out of his mouth to yell at her caused her to halt her movements. She turned to him, his own eyes narrowing wanting an explanation, maybe more if class wasn’t fully in session.

She didn’t reply to him. What was she to say exactly? “Sorry I’m so late, Hyungwon! I fell asleep cuddling up to my best friend Jungkook who did something he wasn’t supposed to and because of that I turned off my phone to ignore your questions?”

Yeah, right.

“You're never this late.” Jungkook started the moment she sat down, “What happened?!”

“You, you dickhead!” Y/N whispered through grit teeth. “Whatever stunt you pulled last night pissed him off. He was blowing up my phone until the dead of night. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Jungkook’s smile was sheepish. He knew what he had done, and the outcome was what he wanted it to be, but he had hoped the fallout wouldn’t fall on him - especially if the Professor had any part in it.

“It was to give him a push!”

“A push for what?!” Y/N seethed, hating how close Jungkook moved his seat. “To piss him off? To grow suspicious? I couldn’t even see what you sent him-”

“You’re 15 minutes late and you want to interrupt my lecture, Miss L/N?” No matter what it was, Y/N hated when he referred to her by her last name - and when he suddenly threw the class' attention on the two of them.

Even when she wanted to say something, her mouth remained shut and her head fell limp in defeat. 

“He was staring at us the whole time since you came in.” Jungkook whispered to her the second Hyungwon turned his back to the class. “I fucked up last night and forgot to cover my tattoos. I think he realized it was me.”

Fucking idiot.

Silence soon filled the space between the two. It wasn’t like she was actually paying attention anyway; her mind fell between deep thoughts and observing Hyungwon's mood. The past few days of ignoring his texts seemed to affect him more than she had thought, and the once-kind Professor Chae had no care of who he snapped at and why. 

It was easy to see it was her fault. After all, her ignoring him and everything that fell afterwards was mainly her doing. She could understand why he was so upset.

The sound of chairs moving and people starting to talk is what had her snapping from her thoughts. Glancing around she spotted Jungkook already by the door, instead of waiting for her, his smirk was evident as he slipped out amongst the crowd.

Bastard.

“Miss L/N, can I have a word with you?”

Jeon Jungkook. That bastard planned everything.

Cursing under her breath, her eyes followed as her boyfriend walked to the door waiting for the last student to leave with a smile so forced she was sure the student would’ve noticed it. As much as she tried, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him as he shut the door almost too calmly, the lock echoing across the room.

It was then that she noticed his face was void of any emotions, his eyes were blank and a scowl adorned his face.

“So,” He began, not moving from the door. He wasn't going to give her the chance to run. Not this time. “I see you’re quite friendly with Jungkook. Didn’t think we were on a break. I just thought my girlfriend wanted to be a brat because I wouldn’t let others know.”

“A brat?” The new nickname flew from her mouth in utter disbelief. “A break? Hyungwon, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh, don’t be asinine,” Hyungwon hissed. The moment his eyes met hers she felt a slight panic rush through her bones. “If you think for one second that I’m stupid, you’re wrong. I tried time and time again to have you come talk to me. But you continued to ignore me as if I didn't matter. How long did it take for you to run to him? You seemed pretty close to him according to that picture he sent.”

No matter what it was, she would find a way to ruin Jungkook's life. Not only for what was happening right now, but for deleting the picture off her phone. She hated how she wasn't aware of what the picture entailed. 

“He’s my best friend, Hyungwon. The one I pushed away so he wouldn't grow suspicious of our relationship. What? Do you think I just went to him to get fucked? Grow up, Hyungwon. If I did, it wouldn't be your concern. After all, I’m “single” and everyone knows I’m not seeing anyone.”

She watched as something in Hyungwon snapped. His once almost-composed nature fell and something switched.

“Get on the desk.” His request was simple, yet it took her a moment to process it. Her eyes were wide and their staredown felt endless and suffocating from the silence the room provided. “I said, get on the fucking desk, Y/N.”

“Hyungwon-” Her words were cut off by his fast movements. In three quick strides his hands found her waist, pushing her back until her butt hit the back of his messy desk. 

His lips were on hers the second she was forced to sit on the desk. The kiss was heated, the passion behind the millions of kisses they once shared gone with the past days. Hyungwon lips showed her no mercy, not once allowing her to catch up with the air that she might need.

A few days was far too much for Hyungwon.

He didn’t care how his tongue was forced into her mouth, he just enjoyed the moans that came from the back of her throat as she tried to fight him. He wasn’t letting her win this time.

“I don’t think you really fucked him,” He growled out the moment he broke the kiss. His fingers were now focused on her covered pussy, “I think you enjoy my cock too much. You just love to piss me off, huh? Love working me up so I can take my anger out on you.”

Even as he spewed words out, his mouth left bruises across her neck, done caring and done letting her walk around knowing that others didn’t know he fucked her raw. 

Hyungwon showed no mercy the second he inserted two fingers into her. The feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of her drove her wild and she invited the feeling all the more. 

Hyungwon had no care in the world about the mess he’d make. 

Even with his eyes never leaving her own and her cries growing louder, it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted everyone to know that she was his. 

“Fuck Hyungwon, I’m close—“ Yet, even the whine that she let out never deterred Hyungwon from feeling bad for stopping. He wanted her to cum around his cock, not his fingers. 

Wasting no time, his cock was in his hands, positioning himself at her entrance. He was done waiting. He’d be damned about the consequences. 

“This pussy is fucking mine.” He growled, enjoying the way her body moved with his. His thrusts were relentless and so were her moans. “Don’t you dare hold back. I want you louder than my fucking desk scraping this damn floor, understand?”

Even in her moaning state, Hyungwon heard the soft “yes” that left her lips. 

Hyungwon watched as she threw her head back, the pure ecstasy flowing from her mouth and meeting his own for an unkept song. His own moans were animalistic, untamed, and unbothered about how loud he was being. His mind focused on how nice her pussy was feeling around his cock.

“I’m about to cum. Please, Hyungwon, let me cum. Please please please.”

The grunt that came from her boyfriend told her that it was ok, and in seconds the waves of her orgasm hit her strong and hard. Falling limp in his arms, Hyungwon soon reached his climax, cumming inside her with soft curses.

“Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Hyungwon was the first to speak after they both caught their breath. His lips left soft kisses along the inside of her wrist, showing her that he was no longer angry at what happened. 

Though her smile was lopsided and her nod was tired, Hyungwon could see that she was alright. 

“I think I’ll be a bit sore, but other than that, I’m ok.”

“Hey,” Now his attention was fully on her, “I’m sorry for everything. If you want to tell Jungkook about us I won’t stop you. It isn’t right for me to be allowed to have my friends know and yours not.”

“Oh, baby, he already knows.”

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[monbebe26-monstax]

Professor Wonho Part II

Part I

NSFW

Soon you were following him up the stairs to his office door. The building was eerily quiet but it was a weekend and you knew everyone was away enjoying their day.

“Thank you for this. I know it’s a weekend,” you say as you follow him in.

He smiles shutting his door behind you. “You’re welcome.”

You venture further in until he gestures for you to take the chair across from his desk. He fiddles with papers and you watch him, admiring the way his arm muscles flexed as he rifled through papers and moved textbooks to the side.

“Are you okay?” He asks and you nod, snapping out of your fantasy before blushing and looking at your lap. He smirks going back to the papers. “What made you focus on this topic for graduate school?” He asks.

You shrug before looking up meeting his gaze. “I like the stories. I like learning about people’s pasts, people that were here and gone way before me. We are all interconnected and this topic brings that to light.”

He smiles wide stopping his search to catch your gaze. “Exactly what I said to someone in my position only a handful for years ago.”

You smile brightly at him. Wonho fumbles a little knocking a knick knack off his desk but you catch it quickly. He moves around the desk taking it back and gently setting it down.

“I can’t find the papers. I may have taken them home.” He murmurs and you frown immediately. “I’ll extend the deadline for you until Tuesday. Come back by Monday and we can go over it here once I have a chance to collect the paperwork.”

You nod and stand collecting your bags. “Thank you Professor.”

“Of course.” He smiles at you, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans back against his desk. You rise to your feet, pulling your bag on your shoulder, and start to leave. You reach the door and grasp the handle to pull but it doesn’t budge. You pull again, nothing. You sigh softly and turn to look at Wonho but he was already crossing the room to your side. His hand touches your hip as he slips up beside you trying to reach the door.

“May I?” He asks tipping his head to the door. You nod once before taking a step back and letting him try. He grunts and you see the muscles in his arm and back flex, but the door doesn’t move. “It’s locked from the outside,” he mutters.

“How does that even happen?” You ask, your anxiety spiking. You had a work shift in a few hours and you couldn’t afford to miss it.

He glances over his shoulder at you, seeing the way you tense up. “Old doors, old building, it happens. I’ll call maintenance. Just sit tight for me, okay?” He asks turning to you. His hands brushing your hair behind your shoulder so he can see your face. You nod and he goes back to his desk and pulls out his cell.

“This has happened before?” You question and he nods as he holds the phone to his ear. You close your eyes sighing as you drop your bag on the floor and start to pace. He watches you, his gaze following your every move as he leaves a voicemail for maintenance explaining the situation. Once the call ends he moves reaching out and catching your hands.

“Hey,” he says softly. His heart going out to you in this moment. You stop pacing and look up at him. “We will get out eventually.”

“I know,” you reply pulling your hands from him. “But I work soon and I can’t afford to miss it.”

He nods, before running his hand over this face, thinking. “Let’s do something to keep us distracted until they call me back, okay?”

“Like what?” You question starting to go back to pacing but he reaches out catching ahold of you.

“Stop pacing, for one,” he mutters pulling you towards his desk. You let him until he has you back in the chair. His eyes on your face. “Relax, we will get out and I am sure your work will understand.”

You nod, closing your eyes as you lean forward putting your face in your hands. “I’ve ruined your Saturday.”

“No,” he says immediately with a rougher tone than before making you look up. Your eyes lock before he turns away and you see a faint blush trailing up his neck to his face. “There are worst ways to spend a weekend.”

You start to speak but he cuts you off.

“Being around someone else is nice. I’m usually by myself outside of campus.”

“Oh,” you exhale before watching him as he turns back to you. “What about your wife?”

“Not married and I’m not seeing anyone either. I’m single,” he says, putting his hands in his pants pocket. You take the moment to admire him, the muscles and the way his clothes fit.

“That’s hard to believe,” you mutter but immediately regret it and turn away to look at something else.

“Why is that?” He asks as he closes the difference between you both. You turn your head back to him, biting your bottom lip. His gaze stays on you and you feel your face become heated. You start to speak but he cuts you off. “What about you?”

“Single,” you whisper. “My schedule is complicated and college boys just don’t understand.”

He nods, licking his bottom lip before his hand moves up to your face. You inhale sharply as his fingertips dance across your jawline before going to your lips. “You are too beautiful for them anyways.”

You flush hotter, if that was even possible, before dragging your gaze down his body before looking back up to his face. The question in his eyes made your heart race faster until he was leaning down just enough to capture your lips. You groan against the soft feel of his lips before letting your eyes fall shut. You melt into him, your hands moving to his chest. He kisses you harder pulling you forward against his chest. You pull away from his kiss to breathe but he keeps going, his lips moving down your jaw to your throat.

“Wonho,” you moan softly feeling your body loosen against him. He pulls back, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he catches his breath.

“Should I stop?” He asks. You shake your head pulling his lips back to yours. Your heart beat wildly as he pulled you from the chair and backed you up against his desk. Your arms instinctually reached up hooking around his neck as he lifted you up onto the edge of his desk. His hands left your waist to trail down your body until he was at the hem of your shirt. You pulled back from his kiss to look down and watch his hands disappear into your shirt, touching your skin. You inhale sharply as he bites his lip catching your gaze again as his hands move higher until he is at your bra. His fingertips teasing around the lining of the fabric. “Tell me to stop before it goes too far,” he says under his breath. You both knew you were in dangerous territory but temptation was too sweet.

“Don’t,” you moan as his hand dips into the cup of your bra pushing it down as he squeezed your breast. You moan tipping your hand back and press your chest forward into his touch. He swells with pride at how easily you react to him. “Please don’t,” you beg before his lips catch yours again.

As the kisses deepen and temptation intensifies you can’t help but feel the ache between you thighs. He groans once your hands dive under his shirt, touching the thick muscles of his arms. He ends the kiss letting you catch your breath. He lifts your shirt pulling it off in one swipe before staring down at you. His eyes on your heaving chest. You reach back unbuckling your bra before tossing it and then reaching for his shirt as he continues to stare.

“Let me help,” he breathes reaching and pulling his shirt off from his back before throwing it to join yours. Your lips meet again as he pulls you against him, your naked upper bodies pressing together. You reach down trailing your fingers over the tops of his pants, teasing him. He exhales after pulling away cupping your face. His forehead pressing to your temple. “You’re my student,” he murmurs.

“Not right now,” you answer back immediately making him smile. “Please don’t stop. I can’t… you started this.”

“I know,” he says. His chest rising and falling fast. “I know,” he growls before his lips press to yours, his tongue darting to taste your lips before you gasp as his hands move down squeezing your thighs as he grinds against you. He reaches behind you while still kissing you. The kiss growing even more rough as he knocks the papers and books away before pressing you down to lay back. “Lift your hips,” he murmurs as his fingers hastily unbutton your jeans and pull the zipper down before he’s tugging them off. His eyes running over your body as you lay there in nothing but lacy panties. “Fuck,” he groans. “You are fucking perfect.”

You blush looking down at him, watching him bend down to kiss your inner thigh before trialing up to your center. He smirks before kissing you against your panties. “Wonho,” you exhale shakily reaching down and running your fingers through his hair. “No more teasing.”

“What do you want then?” He asks before pressing his lips to your lower belly. “Tell me Babygirl.”

“I want you, all of you. I need you to fuck me.”

He bites his lip before undoing his own pants pushing them down along with his underwear. Your eyes widen at the size of him.

“Oh my goodness,” you exhale dropping your head back against his desk. Your body burning from the length and width of him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle this time,” he says before kissing your other thigh as his fingers hook over your panties and pulls them down before dropping them to the floor. You watch him as he runs his hand down his length groaning softly before his hands wrap around your hips pulling you to the edge. Your legs immediately hook around his hips pulling him closer as he guides himself into you. You gasp, your hands gripping his wrists as he puts his hands back on your hips once he is in just deep enough. He groans deep in his chest gripping you as he slips in inch by inch.

“Wonho!” You exhale sharply as he buries himself into you the last little bit. “Mmm,” you close your eyes as he strokes his thumbs over your hip bone.

“You are doing so well,” he whispers before leaning over you to catch your lips in another kiss. “My brilliant girl.”

You flush with heat at his praise as your eyes flutter open to lock on his. “Move, please move.”

He nods before standing back straight. His hands stay on you as he slowly pulls out just enough before pushing back in. The sensation making you gasp and your hands move up his arms to anchor yourself as he continues thrusting. It was slow and gentle like he promised, but you still felt every inch of him inside of you, your body reacting to him in the purest way. Your heart racing as you whimpered and moaned under him and he grunted above you, your name spilling from his lips as he used you.

The sound of skin against skin began to fill the room as he picked up the pace and intensity of his thrusts as you gasped, writhing under him. Your bodies beginning to coat in sweat as he reached pulling you up against him. Your arms wrapping around his shoulders and your lips finding his in a bruising kiss as you felt the heat pooling in your belly now.

“I’m close Wonho, so close,” you pulled back resting your forehead on his chin as he continued to work you. It felt like hours but you knew better. His chest now shining with sweat as he groaned loudly against your skin.

“Come with me Baby,” he moaned into your skin after burying his face in your neck. His thrusts become sloppy as you clamped around him, your body quivering as you came undone. Your cry out, your walls squeezing him until he came with you. His lips press to your ear. “Such a good girl,” he murmurs before his hand goes to the back fo your neck and he pulls your face to his in another kiss.

He smirks at you after ending the kiss as he slowly pulls out. Your thighs becoming slick with pleasure as he stares at you. Both of you trying to catch your breathe and come down as your body throbbed with the aftershocks of pleasure.

“Come back to my place with me.” He says. You nod, your chest still rising and falling harshly. You close your eyes, gripping the edge of his desk as you try to process exactly what was happening. He steps back into your body, his hand moving up to cup the side of your face. His lips brushing your jawline. “What is it Babygirl? Tell me.”

You bite your lip before finding his gaze. Your heart aching at the uncertainty now. “What does this mean for me? For you? For us?”

He bites his lips before leaning in to peck your lips. “It means we don’t have to ache for company anymore. We can worry about labels and consequences later, but not this weekend. Okay?”

You nod before pulling his face back to yours and kissing him.

[reeleev]

Another update!! 

Prompt: Kihyun was a neighbor Changkyun was in love with since he was kid but he left after he finished High school. Changkyun found him again as his divorced teacher with a little kid + Domestic/college Au

Wd ct: 2156 (so far~)

[shortlikeelric]

THIS IS AN AU SOS

Does anyone know of any (reader x member) teacher x student au's that aren't just smutt? 💘

[aehyei]

𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨

So, the school’s most famous heartthrob killed himself and now everyone in school is depressed Jaemin’s gone—well, that’s what you thought until Na himself asked for your help to bring justice to his actually murdered death.

PAIRING : ghost!na jaemin x reader

GENRE : !angst, !high school!au, !fluff if you squint a bit, !crack, !strangers to lovers!au, !hurt/comfort, slight !enemies to lovers!au

WC : 3.86k

WARNINGS : cuss words, mentions of death, violence, mentions of mental illness, aggressive attitude, jeno’s kinda yandere here, mentions of obsession, our boy jaem being a playboy, playing of feelings, mentions of su1c1d3, murder, has a booger scene (lmao don’t ask), kiss scene near by the end

PLAYLIST : (When I Saw You • BUMKEY), (Love is a Compass • Griff), (As I Am • Justin Bieber and Khalid), (Beautiful • Crush), (One Day • Monsta X), (Emily • Jeremy Zucker and Chelsea Cutler)

TAG LIST : @nikisimpsharon, @ishokenmei​, @kristyxoxo, @forhaever, @kingjeno423, @furryllamas​​

AUTHOR’S NOTES : Originally, this story is entitled My Youth, but I changed it to Ghost Of You instead. The part two was deleted! I rewritten the story into something more (better) and ended the story in this oneshot. So with that said, yes, I did change and added a lot of scenes, so check it out. Have fun reading!

SILENCE.

that was all.

The whole class was devastated to hear their heartthrob, Na Jaemin, commited suicide. No one saw it coming. He was such a bubbly person and he didn’t seem like the type to hurt himself just like that. Although everyone was mourning over his sudden death, you just remained being okay.

It wasn’t like you were close to him anyways. Sure, a few ‘hellos’ and ‘goodbyes’ were exchanged, but that was all. To you, he was more of a stranger rather then a friend or an acquaintance. So why the hell would you waste your time crying over some stranger? All you could do was awkwardly comfort the people around you.

“He must be murdered. He can’t do this Y/n! Jaemin’s a mere pussy, so how the fuck did he get the sudden confidence to get a knife and slit his throat?!” Jeno asked with tears flowing down his cheeks. He wiped them hastily and sniffled. 

You sighed, “Jeno, I don’t know how to answer your question. I mean, I barely know the guy. Anyways, as your partner in lab, I think Na wouldn’t want you crying and overthinking about him too much.”

“Your one cold motherfucking woman, Y/n.”

“I just said I don’t know the guy!”

One more time someone calls you cold for not crying over the infamous Na Jaemin’s body, then you’ll gladly kill yourself next.

You bitterly grumbled to yourself while walking home. The professors and the students of Neo High really had the audacity to judge you and glare at you for not caring for the playboy’s death. Well, in the first place, he’s not your friend or anyone close to you for you to waste tears. Although, your not happy about his suicide either. 

Even if Na Jaemin may be a heartless jerk, toying with every girl he laid his eyes on, he didn’t deserve what happened to him. No one did. 

“Damn, what a fine girl.”

Immediately, you shot you head up and looked around to find whoever just cat-called. Goosebumps rose up from your skin as you fasten your pace of walking. “Ok, that’s just an old drunk ugly man. Ignore him Y/n, just ignore him and everything’s going to be fine.” You tried to assure yourself, the grip you have on your bag’s strips tightening. 

“Girlie, rest assured that I’m not drunk, definitely not ugly nor old.” A young man who was wearing a simple white shirt with some grey joggers appeared before you. 

Good news is, he surely was handsome, young, and sober. 

Bad news was he’s the dead Na Jaemin. 

“Shit! Fuck! Motherfucker—”

“Excuse me, my mother is not a fucker you rude hot woman.”

“—Don’t haunt me just because I didn’t care you died! Leave me alone, I’m allergic to evil spirits!” You screamed, obviously terrified. Jaemin frowned deeply and placed a hand over his chest, looking as if offended, “Evil spirit? Hey, I died a good man! And why can you even see me?”, then took a couple of steps towards your shaken poor figure. 

“I know Jesus, don’t take another step!” You warned, going on karate position if ever the ghost attacks you. “Even I know Jesus,” Jaemin scoffed, “And stop screaming, lady. My ears hurt now.”

You couldn’t believe it. Is this some kind of nightmare? Hallucination? Has the math test you took just this morning finally ruin your mental state? How the fuck is Na Jaemin standing in front of you right now? 

“Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you because believe it or not, I have better things to do. But I need your help.” He desperately pleaded, clasping both his hands together. “H-Help? W-What do you mean?” You stuttered, still in fighting position. “First, before I tell you, let’s introduce ourselves and stop standing like that.” Jaemin clears his throat, passing you a dazzling smile, “I’m—”.

“Na Jaemin, I know.” You did slowly stand up properly, but still made sure there’s at least a meter that’s in between you and the ghost. “Oh? Nice to know I still have fans.” Jaemin snickers, smirking as his ego has been fed, “And what’s your name beautiful? Or do I call you mine?”. 

“It’s Jung Y/n, and fuck off.”

“Feisty and hot? Damn, just my type.”

“No, no. Shut up. What help do you need from me so you could finally leave me alone in peace?”

A moment of silence passed, and the playful aura Jaemin had disappeared into the wind. He spoke in a low sad voice while staring deeply in your eyes, “I need your help to find justice in my death.”

Why did you agree again? Oh right, because your one dumbass. 

You let the ghost sit on your bed while you fix the messy scattered notes on the floor and on the desk of your room. Jaemin observed the place, tilting his head with a small smile, “Nice room,” he complimented. 

Awkwardly, you responded, “Thanks?”. 

Jaemin chuckled when he noticed how tensed you looked and laid on the bed. Weirdly, the bed bounced because of his weight. You watched him with wonder and pure curiosity, “Ghosts can touch things physically?”. He stared at your ceiling and exhaled, “Yeah, I guess so.”

Amused, you slowly sat beside him and poked his arm. His skin wasn’t warm yet you could feel it. Jaemin diverted his gaze at you as he watched you feed your curious mind. “Can I...?”, you asked, not wanting to be rude. He nodded his head. You placed your hand on his chest, where his heart used to beat. 

Nothing.

Jaemin placed his cold hand on top of yours and squeezed it. “How come you know me but I don’t know you?” He asked suddenly. You laughed a bit in sarcasm, “Probably because you never dated me yet? And I just know your name because your the popular boy who killed himself.”

Awkward silence is at it again. 

Clearing your throat, you beat yourself up internally and removed your hand, causing the both of you to feel an empty feeling. “So, uhhh, you were murdered?”. 

Jaemin nodded his head, “Yeah. I was at my room getting ready for bed when my so called friend came over. I invited him in and we played video games when he excused himself that he needed to use the bathroom, so I let him. Then I felt someone came up at me from behind and cuts my throat out. You know what’s the funny thing though? He apologized before I closed my eyes.”

You could hear the sadness in his voice even if it was hard to notice. He talked about it as if it was all just a joke. Anyone could have been fooled with the smile Jaemin had on his face, but if you listen closely, you will know that he’s hurting. 

“Hey...I hope you don’t mind, but for me to help you, you need to tell me who’s this ‘friend’ of yours.” You nudged his side. Jaemin took a deep breath, his lips trembling. He bought both his hands to cover up his face as he gulped. “You look like you need a hug—”

“—No shit sherlock.” Jaemin didn’t even let you finish before he suddenly wrapped his arms around you, snuggling his head on the crook of your neck. You were taken back from his sudden action, but didn’t push him away. 

“Jaemin...?”

“It was Lee Jeno.”

Holy shit. 

The next day in school, you entered the classroom. Usually, you would go to school alone, but now you have company. 

Real weird shit company. 

Jaemin followed you around like a lost puppy. He continued to talk on and on about his old life while you do your best to keep in your sanity and ignore his chatty nature. You sat on your seat and placed your bag down. Jaemin sat on an empty seat beside you and continued on with his stories. 

That’s it. 

You gave him a side glare and mouthed ‘shut up before I take back on what I said about helping you’. In an instant, he closed his mouth and shrunk himself on the seat. 

Tension arrived with Lee Jeno when he too entered the room. His eyes were puffy and it was obvious that he had been crying for straight days. Why would he cry about the friend he murdered? Did he feel guilty? 

While on the corner, Lee Haechan was keeping a strong gaze on Jeno. You continued to observe quietly as you mumble to yourself, “Does Haechan know something?”. 

“He should have. I just hoped I saw this coming...then I would’ve been still alive.” Jaemin looked down on his pale cold skin and sighed. 

Still ignoring him, you grabbed an empty notebook from your bag and wrote down about all the things you know that’s possibly linked to his murder. But after all the notes you took, it only confused you more. Why did Jeno kill Jaemin? They’re just two best friends who seems like brothers. It doesn’t make sense. But your willing to crack this case. 

For the only person who stayed with me night and day, Na Jaemin.

“Have you heard? Jeno oppa’s so depressed about Nana’s death.”

This captured Jaemin’s attention. He turned around and followed two school girls, listening to their latest gossips. 

“Poor Jeno, I feel so bad for him.” The other said, pitying the man. 

“Hey Haechan!” You called out and tried to chase over the tanned male. Haechan stopped on his tracks and faced you with confusion written all over his face, “Yeah?”. 

You raised your hand, telling him to wait while panting to catch your breath, “God damn, you walk so fast.”

“Sorry?”, Haechan didn’t know why he had to apologize but took his water bottle, offering you the drink, “Here. You need it more then me.” You ignored the fact that it’s the same bottle that the boy already drank on and took it, thanking him after. 

“Jaemin was murdered by Jeno.” You said straightforwardly. You expected him to call you crazy and to leave him alone, but all he did was stare at you and nod. “I know.”

“...so you’re telling me that you can see, touch, and talk to Jaemin?” Haechan raised a brow. “Yeah,” you nodded, talking before he could open his mouth, “Look I know this all sounds crazy and shit, but I can prove it.”

“Do it then.”

You glanced at the ghost standing beside you, murmuring, “Help me out here Na.”

“Right, sorry. Ummm, tell him that he cheated on the English exam last year and that’s the only reason why he passed. For extra measures tell him that he always cry like a baby whenever he watches The Notebook.” Jaemin spilled. 

Your brows creased as you looked at Jaemin then at Haechan then back at him, “Wait—Haechan watches The Notebook? Damn, I respect.”

“H-How do you know I watch The Notebook?” Haechan felt his legs weakened. Only one man on earth knew about his secret. And that was—

“—Jaemin told me.”

“Oh my god, you could see him.” Haechan’s jaw dropped, fully believing you now. “Thanks for believing. But listen, Jeno is the murderer and we need a plan on how to make him confess. For all I know, he might be dangerous. I still can’t believe I’m working with a murderer in the lab all this time—are you even listening to me?”.

“Can I hug Jaemin?” 

Is he kidding?

“Are you kidding right now?” You ask. “Please? I miss him. Jaemin’s the one who saved me a couple of years ago from the bullies who took my money back at junior high school. I just want to say I’m sorry for not being able to stop Jeno.” He begged, tears filling up in his eyes. You cringed slightly and sighed, massaging your forehead. 

“Just let him hug you, Y/n. And tell him I forgive him.” Jaemin smiled. 

“Alright, you can hug me. Jaemin says he forgives you by the way.” You opened your arms, not entirely a fan of hugging but if someone needs one, then you’ll be able to give it. Haechan wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, silently sobbing against your shoulder. 

Huggers. That’s what they are. 

“Can you ask Jaemin if he could pick his nose?” Haechan leans closer to your ear, whispering. “What?” You glanced back at Jaemin then at him, looking utterly half confused and half disgusted. 

“Tell him I can, but there’s no boogers.” Jaemin whispers from your other end. You gagged a little in your mouth and pushed him by his chest, resulting the ghost to laugh. “Tell him yourself that!”

“Don’t you remember? I can’t talk to him!” Jaemin continued to tease you, pushing his index finger inside his nose. “Na Jaemin! What the fuck?!” You scowled, hitting his arm. “Wanna hold hands? Let’s hold hands.” He reached for your right hand, securing it with his own. 

“Wash your damn hand!”

“I’m damn dead!”

“I...just wanted to see if ghosts can pick their noses.” Haechan stared at you, understanding Jaemin may be doing something disgusting that you hate which is why it looks like your hitting and struggling in the air right now. “Yeah, I’m going to leave. Bye guys.”

But no one even gave him a look. Haechan smirked, shaking his head then grabbed his bag before leaving your room to go back home. Jaemin hovered above you, smiling so widely at your struggling figure. 

“Get off me!” 

“Never!”

For once, Jaemin finally had a perfect view of you. He examined how beautiful you looked and how your eyes showed the whole universe, sucking him right in. His breath hitched. “I’ll repay you, Y/n, one day. Thank you for everything....J-Just want you to know that.” 

Your heart weirdly sped up, you felt like it could jump out of your chest at any moment right now. Na Jaemin is one handsome man, his features were perfect. No wonder why girls go crazy for him. Jaemin stayed on top of you, just staring at you in silence. He brushed off some of the hair covering your face that lead the two of you to feel warmth. 

Which didn’t entirely made sense, because face it, he’s a goner—a dead man. Yet his heart fluttered along with yours the moment his gaze went lower to your lips. 

No words about each other’s feelings were said, but it wasn’t needed. 

They were both sure their hearts, beating or not, belonged to each other. 

“Jaemin? C-Can you get off of me?” Your voice cracked. Jaemin licked his lips, finally obliging and sitting beside you instead. He hugged himself, resting his head by the wall behind him, “Is it weird that I’m thankful I was murdered because I met you?”. 

Butterflies in your stomach seemed to start one hell of a party. You cleared your throat and looked away, trying to compose yourself, “Yep. Really weird.”

Oh but Jaemin likes weird. 

Jeno didn’t know why he suddenly sliced Jaemin’s throat. But rage and jealousy won over him, and before he knew it, he was in front of his best friend’s house. He woke up the exact moment when he realized that He just killed his brother, his best friend, his partner in crime, Na Jaemin. 

Jeno remembered everything as clear as day. How fear blinded his guilt. He staged everything up as a suicide and even typed in Jaemin’s computer a fake goodbye letter. Tears filled his eyes when he escaped through the window. 

He knows the truth will always find it’s way to reveal itself, and before that happens, Jeno is ready to confess and pay for his sins. 

“Hey Y/n,” he approached you, weakly smiling. He noticed the way your body tensed uncomfortably when he came. Jeno knows you know. He isn’t stupid, especially when you’ve been hanging out with Haechan lately. 

“H-Hey, what’s up?” You tried to act cool, smiling back at him. You offered him to take a sit in front of you. “Fucker.” Jaemin cursed under his breath, glaring holes straight at the man. You held his hand from under the table, a way of trying to comfort him. 

“I murdered Jaemin.”

It was quiet, leaves from the tree above fell but it all the movements felt like they were moving in slow motion. 

“Why?” Was all you could muster out. Jaemin held back all his tears, all the anger and betreyal he’s feeling. He tried his best just so he could not scare you. A revengeful ghost is what makes one evil. 

“I-I didn’t know what came into me. I-It was the other me who did it. The me who was obsessed with Haerin.” Unlike Jaemin, Jeno let all his devastation show. He sobbed uncontrollably, covering his face in shame. 

“H-Haerin? The girl who’s president of Jaemin’s fanclub? That Joo Haerin?”

Jaemin was beyond furious. He jolted up from his seat and tried to grab Jeno’s collar, full on anger at this point. “You killed me over Joo Haerin?! You killed your best friend just because of a girl?! A girl?! Lee fucking Jeno, if I’m going to hell, I’m dragging you in with me!”. 

It hurt you seeing him like this. A tear slowly rolled down your cheek without you even noticing. 

“I was diagnosed with obsession ever since I was fifteen. Me and Haerun were childhood friends, she was my first friend before we met Donghyuck or Jaemin. I was so in love with her but Jaemin happened. He flirted and took her for a date. As a joke.”

More tears fell from your eyes. Your chest heavies that you started to shake, “W-What happened?”. 

“I tried to control myself, so I took therapy. Only Donghyuck knows about my condition when he saw me back at the hospital. I thought I was getting better when Haerin came to me crying a-and told me that Jaemin broke her heart—”

You looked down, bitterly thinking. Typical playboy. 

Jaemin clenched his fists tightly, looking down at the ground. 

“ —I-I lost it and marched up at Jaemin’s house. When I confronted him, he just simply told me that she was just a toy, an entertainment for him. He called her names and laughed at Haerin until everything kind o-of ticked something inside of me ad before I knew it I...I killed him. Y/n, I killed Na Jaemin, I killed my brother. P-Please turn me in, please let me pay.” Jeno dropped down on his knees, head lung low. 

Silence. 

That’s what they all needed. 

It was like deja vu.

You walking home alone from school, with no ghost following you around. After Jeno’s confession, just like he wished, you accompanied him to the police station and watched him turned himself in. Jaemin refuses to come, saying he needs to think alone first and you respected that. 

But he’s a playboy. 

And a playboy will always be playboy. Alive or dead. 

You don’t know why it’s suddenly a big deal for you when you already knew on the first day you met him, but it’s different now. You’ve learned on how to like Na Jaemin—him and his chatty nature, him and his flirty attitude, him and his addicting laugh, him and his beautiful smile. Everything about him.

But you aren’t sure if it’s right. Because first of all, he’s dead. Gone. His body into ashes. And second, he’s a playboy. Just like you said, playboys never change.

“You lied.” You didn't have to look just so you could confirm that you're not alone anymore. His presence was too strong for you, and you hate how he weakens your heart. "I did." Jaemin admitted, now standing right behind you. "Why did you lie?".

"Because...I thought if I told you what really happened, you'll never help me."

"Selfish motherfucker." You turned around and faced him, tears uncontrollably falling down from your eyes, "You deserved what happened you heartless jerk. H-How could you...why would you...was it even fun playing with women's hearts?".

Jaemin stayed silent, closing his eyes then spoke, "I had my first love. She controlled me all around and I followed her like a brainless puppet, blinded by love. When she kissed my brother right in front of me, I finally had my fucking eyes opened. She's just using me to get close to hyung. Since then, I thought love is just that cruel. I vowed to myself and to the heavens that I will never fall in love ever again, and tried to avenge my remaining pride by being the heartless, selfish jerk you know me as."

"Well, did you feed your pride now? Are you satisfied?" You spat, not able to control your feelings. You know it isn't your place to be mad, for god's sake— your not his girlfriend. "No," Jaemin took another step closer to you, looking straight at your eyes, "Because all the walls I built up around my heart, you just broke them and entered with ease. I didn't give you the key, but you managed to see right through me like I'm some kind of transparent thing or whatever."

A shooting star fell, soon did another.

"You had what you wanted, justice." You could merely say those words, having a hard time speaking. "I did, didn't I? I have everything I want now, except for one thing."

"What?"

"Are you willing to grant my final wish?"

"I'm not your genie, Jaemin." You responded with a hiss, but it was a clear that you really are willing to grant anything he wanted. If he would ask you to jump off a building, you wouldn't even hesitate to do so.

"I want to kiss you."

Your the one who leaned in first, placing a hand by his shoulder and pecked his lips softly. Jaemin chuckled, feeling flustered by the softness of your lips and placed one hand on your cheek, kissing you fully now.

The kiss was short, but it was enough to full both your hearts with love. "You don't deserve me, Y/n. But I want to be more selfish then I ever had been and have you all to myself." He mumbled against your lips, brushing his on yours gently. Jaemin sent you his last sweet smile before whispering the words that squeezed your heart too much that you thought it'll bleed.

"I love you."

And he vanished through the wind, along with the third shooting star falling.

It hurts. It hurts from the fact that even while slowly disappearing, he still tried to keep you in his arms, he still tried to kiss you and wipe your tears. Jaemin's now truly gone, and there was no more annoying, chatty, heartless, selfish Jaemin who used to brighten up your day. No more bugging you every morning to wake you up for school. No more.

"I love you too."

Was it too late? No. Not at all. You know that even if the winds took him away from you, it would never be able to take the love he left. He's in a better place now, safe and sound inside your heart. No one's going to dare hurt Jaemin anymore.

So, is the ending happy or sad?

It's neither happy nor sad. Why? Because it's still not the ending. There will be no ending with the love shared between you and Jaemin.

"Will you be okay?" Haechan asks.

Will you?

A shooting star fell from the sky, you smile as you see it pass by your window.

Yes, you will.

"I'm alright." You answered him with no sense of regret. He's here, you know it. He's watching and it warms your heart. "Okay, that's all I needed to hear." Haechan breathed out, smiling too. You opened the notebook in your hands, looking through the notes you used to take to help solve the case on how to propose proper justice.

Funny thing actually, everything's useless. Jeno confessed himself with no one pushing him too. He's willing to serve the punishment since he knew he deserved it, and that's enough for Jaemin to forgive him wholeheartedly.

"You and Jaemin never answered my question though." Haechan cuts off your thoughts, staring at the bright moon through the window. "Question?".

"Can ghosts pick on their noses?"

You laughed. You fucking laughed. "Yeah, but no boogers."

© AEHYEI, 2021

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RM1526: Calculus II

Pairing: professor!Changkyun x student!Reader Genre: College AU, Smut Rating: M Summary: “I don’t doubt that. However,” he held your wrists in one hand as he locked the only door to the classroom with the other, “I can’t risk someone walking in on me topless. Even in the name of art.” Word Count: 2.6k 🤬 drabble my ass Warnings: teacher/student relations, topless Kyun deserves a mention, marking, dirty talk, reader would do shots off his tats and it shows, choking, quick rough vaginal sex on a desk, one use of degradation, editing this at 3am with a mix of coffee and melatonin gummies in my system, mistakes were made

Inspired by this gif. Part one of my four entries for the Monsta X professor au series with @iibonniee​ who made the banner! If you love this, please shower her with love for me. This series is all her idea. I recommend That’s the Way Love Goes and Promise for reading.

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At this point, it was an obsession. It started as mild curiosity at first. Who wouldn’t want to know more about the pretty tattoo playing peek-a-boo on the sexy calculus teacher? It wasn’t as if you cared about the numbers and symbols on his whiteboard. But the way his forearm flexed as he flipped the marker between his fingers, slowly shifting his sleeve back to show the intricate ink was becoming its own religion. You only wanted to see it up close, maybe even ask who did it so you could go pay your respects.

But no.

“Hm, that’s too easy for you, Ms. ____.” Professor Im smiled and shook his head. “Come back to me when you get an A in my class.”

You were barely passing his class. Well, you were nothing if not determined when it came to stupid shit. You found a tutor and made it your life’s mission to master math Greek gibberish. By the end of the semester, you managed to get a fucking 92. It was time to collect your reward.

You had your grades printed off, hand slightly shaking as you stayed in your seat and waited for class to empty for the day. Did you need your phone? You should probably take a picture to show the artist if he tells you who did it. Ugh, but why wouldn’t they remember him or their work? Okay, maybe you wanted a souvenir for your hard work.

“You planning on sleeping here tonight?”

Your attention snapped to the professor where he stood behind his desk with his hands in his pockets. Today was his black turtleneck sweater day. You swallowed hard and got to your feet. “No!” You held up the paper as if he could see it from where he stood. You hopped down the stairs and came to a stop in front of his desk. “You said you’d show me your tattoo if I brought my grade up. I have an A now.”

His bored expression barely changed as he cocked an eyebrow at you. Oh, fuck. Did he forget? You didn’t think you needed to remind him along the way. Shit—

“I know what your grade is. Who else grades your work?” The tiniest smirk graced his lips before he took his hands out of his pockets. “Ah, now which one was it…” He looked between his arms then held one up. “I think it was this one.”

You sucked in air. “Wait, you have more than—”

He ignored you as he pushed back the fabric and revealed the holy grail. The flower was gorgeous, an intricate weave of lines that healed to perfection. You were drawn to it like a moth to his flame. He watched you come around his desk and even let you pull his arm closer for inspection. “You like ink that much, huh?”

“Sir, I happen to appreciate all forms of art,” you murmured as you traced the petals lightly with a fingertip. He shivered, but you ignored it, moving your focus to the shading of the stem and leaves. To his credit, he didn’t pull away.

He cleared his throat. “I got that impression over the past few months. You tend to stare whenever I roll my sleeves up.”

You felt your face flush as you froze and dropped his arm as if he’d burned you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Mmm.” He nodded. “Of course. Come on, time to go.” He gently pushed your shoulders, turning you towards the door.

“Oh, wait! Can I get a picture? I killed myself for this.” You reached for your phone. “I wanna get one done soon.”

“A picture?” He scoffed. “It’s not even the best tattoo I have.”

“It’s not?” You whirled around to face him. He was close, and it forced you to look up past his chin. “Can I see? Please? Please, lemme see it.”

His lips twitched as he looked away. “I dunno, Ms. _____. I’d have to take my sweater off.”

“I’m fine with that. I want to see it.” You reached for the hem of his sweater, but he caught your eager hands.

“I don’t doubt that. However,” he held your wrists in one hand as he locked the only door to the classroom with the other, “I can’t risk someone walking in on me topless. Even in the name of art.” The click of the lock echoed in the large room. “You can’t tell anyone I showed you either.”

Excitement buzzed in your veins like alcohol. “Your secret’s safe with me, sir.” You followed him back to his desk, where he gestured for you to stand in front of his chair. You obeyed his instruction. His large hands seized you by your waist and pressed you against the edge of the desk.

“You might want to be up here to see it properly,” he murmured. Well, he had a point. You pushed yourself up onto his desk without a second thought. He rewarded you with one of those rare true smiles. “Perfect.” He sat down in his chair.

“Does anyone else know about your tattoos?” You asked without taking your eyes off him. He shook his head as he pulled the slinky sweater up and off his body. Your brain instantly turned to mush upon seeing the various designs of ink on his chest and shoulders. His artist must have descended from Da Vinci himself. You made this weird squeaky noise that sounded like a mouse on helium breathing its last.

Professor Im ran a hand over his pecs, then stretched. “Okay,” he stood up and got mind-numbingly close, “be gentle with it. I get ticklish.”

You scoffed as he turned around. Your mouth dropped open, eyes wide and sparkly. You’d imagined all sorts of different designs on him. Something like this? Unthinkable, yet it suited him. Again, your hands moved on their own as you committed each detail of the three flowers to memory. “This is amazing,” you whispered.

“So is your touch,” he grunted. “Are you always this delicate with things you handle?”

Your cheeks heated up, and you bit your lip. “Would you like it if I poked harder?” You didn’t mean for it to sound that way, but once the words were out, you shrugged it off. A man with gorgeous skin and god-tier tattoos will do that to you.

What you didn’t see coming was his reaction. He stiffened for a second, as if even he couldn’t believe you’d be that bold. But then he backed up, all but shoving his back into your face. He gingerly brought his hands to your knees as if to steady himself as he perched his ass against the desk between your thighs. Did he think you wouldn’t lick his fucking tattoo right here? You honestly couldn’t tell if he was aware he was slowly driving you insane.

Two can play that game.

Keeping an eye on the side of his face, you splayed your hands out on his back and gently pressed your fingertips into his skin. His mouth opened a little. With a deep breath for confidence, you pressed your lips to one of the flowers wound around the blade going down his spine. The man jerked like you’d shocked him, but again he didn’t pull away. Instead, he squeezed your knees with a warning as he released a slow exhale. He might have mumbled something like “Don’t get fired, Kyun.”

You liked the idea of him fighting against doing whatever was going on in his head. You also liked playing with fire. “I’m surprised there are no scratches on your back.”

“Why would I—” He stopped when he caught on. “Ah. Well, it’s hard to scratch someone when you’re pinned down.”

The thought of being pinned underneath him, taking each stroke with his impossibly deep voice in your ear, was a heady one. You whimpered at the thought as your knees trembled with want. “Shit.”

He glanced at you over his shoulder. “You okay?” His concern was genuine, but it wasn’t like you could focus when he was massaging your legs. His hands were calloused and swallowed your calf muscles. You couldn’t help the way your mind immediately wondered what else on him was big.

“Yep.” You swallowed hard, trying and failing to push the horny thoughts away. “C-can I see the ones on your chest before I go?”

He made a noise somewhere between a hum and a moan before turning around without bothering to put distance between you. He arched his eyebrow, silently asking if it bothered you, but you were already reaching up to touch him.

His grip on your thighs tightened as he leaned into your touch. “Fuck,” he gasped, while his eyes fluttered shut. You tilted your head to the side, amazed at how he responded to every little thing you did. Your hands trailed from his chest to his neck. His eyes snapped open and focused on you with a look that made you sit up straighter. You instinctively tried to close your legs around his waist, barely aware of how you exposed your dirty thoughts and wants. Changkyun’s hands closed around your wrists and pulled you towards him as he leaned in close enough for your noses to touch. “You’re really testing my patience here.”

You felt the low rumble of his voice deep in your soul, your core, and knew if he asked you’d fuck him right then and there. “I’d never do that.” You pouted as you looked into his eyes and brought his hips closer. “I hate tests.”

There was a beat of silence before he spoke. “Tell me you want this, _____.” He spoke against your lips. “No misunderstandings.”

You moaned softly as you threaded your fingers through the hair at his neck. “I want this, want you so bad—”

Changkyun didn’t even let you get the words out. He devoured your mouth with a kiss so hot and wet your panties were ruined in seconds. The way he paid attention to every detail, from your lips to your tongue and even the roof of your mouth, left you whimpering with want while struggling against his hold keeping you from touching him. And you wanted that more than anything. Just to feel his skin and the raised lines from his tattoos under your fingers while he shivered.

When he got tired of exploring your mouth and nudged your head aside to kiss your neck, you were able to voice your complaints. “Please,” you pulled against his hold, “let me touch you.”

He chuckled before nipping at your throat. “Greedy girl, you already have. It’s my turn.”

You had to bite your lip to keep from crying out when he bit you again, this time harder. “Please, just a little bit more.”

His kisses trailed back to your mouth. “Sound so pretty when you beg like that, but keep it down. I don’t want anyone else to hear what’s meant for me.” He gently bit your bottom lip and slowly let it go. “Got it?” 

“Yes, sir.” You nodded. He smirked and kissed you again as he laid you back on the desk.

“Can’t believe you’re a bad girl. On your professor’s desk spread out like this. Never would’ve thought.” His fingers caught the hem of your sundress and pushed the fabric up. Before you knew it, his fingers were exploring your pussy, caressing your folds, then parting them to dip a finger in. “Shit. I knew it. You’re gonna feel like heaven on my dick.”

Somehow, this kept getting better and better. Knowing he wanted to get inside you was all you needed to hear. “Oh, fuck yes.” You moaned quietly as you squirmed impatiently. He continued to tease you, sliding his finger in and out then adding another and finally a third. By the time he deemed you ready to take his dick, you were a mess, babbling as you rode his fingers chasing an orgasm he wasn’t willing to give just yet.

“Hands stay up here.” He pointed to the edge of the desk by your head. You grabbed it with both hands as he fished his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out a condom. Then he pulled off some David Blaine bullshit by undoing his belt and pants with one hand while opening the condom then rolling it on. Any other time, you would have applauded him. He put one of your legs on his shoulders while stroking himself a few times. You felt him prod at your entrance, head teasing through your slick before rubbing circles around your clit. Biting the inside of your cheek was the only way to keep you from giving you both away. “So good for me…” he moaned as he pressed the tip inside.

You tightened your grip as your legs shook with each inch he fed you. By the time he was balls deep, both of you were sweating and shaking, whispering curses as you realized what feeling so fucking good meant for you two. Pussy so tight and wet. Dick thick and deep. This could never have been a one-time deal. Fuck. He squeezed the thigh on his chest and pressed a kiss to your knee.

“Gotta make this quick so I can get you somewhere softer, like my bed or couch.” He groaned as you clenched at his words.

“I’m not picky,” you said bringing your other leg to his hip and pulling him in deeper. “Backseat of your car will do.”

“Shit, I can see you making me pull over at least once.” He put his other arm under the leg on his hip and bent over, pushing your legs back towards your chest. “You’re sin with pretty eyes and a tempting smile.” He pulled out just enough to slam back in, immediately setting a fast and brutal pace. The angle was perfect, stimulating your clit while reaching deep enough for each stroke to brush that special spot that had you seeing stars. His lips came back to yours and he hushed you. Only then were you aware that your cries of pleasure were echoing. “Get me fired and you’ll be my cocksleeve until I find another job.”

“P-promise?” You smiled, happy when he grunted and nudged your head aside again and suckled a mark into your skin.

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Spending every fucking minute stuffed with dick and screaming my name.” His strokes grew shorter as he put more strength into his thrusts. He let one of your legs go in favor of your throat, bringing your attention back to the flower on his forearm. His muscles flexed as he adjusted his grip to only apply pressure from the sides. “Look at you. You love being choked, too? You keep surprising me. Cum for me, baby. Cum so I can take you home and wear that pretty ass out.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. A few more rolls of his hips against yours, pelvis grinding on your clit, and you were gone. His arms moved to the sides of your head, hands gripping the desk alongside your own as he started pounding away. The poor desk tried to hold its ground but still ended up screeching as it scooted across the floor with his thrusts. Losing his footing threw off his concentration and within minutes he was moaning in your ear as he came.

When he stopped and rested his head on your shoulder, you brought your arms down and gently rubbed his back, giving him a little pat for a job well done. But he didn’t want that. He pushed up and pulled out, peeling the condom off and dropping it in the trash by his desk. He grabbed your hands and helped you sit up. “Let’s get out of here.”

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[rose-likesto-write]

I have a lot of requests for Astro at the moment...

So, for this time I am opening my ask box for Ateez, NCT, Monsta X, 2PM, Enhypen, Seventeen and Stray Kids..

AU:- Idol, Domestic life, Werewolf, Vampire Professor, Neighbour, Mafia, Hybrid, CEO..

I don't write smut (any kind) but I can write suggestive and maybe a possibility of slight smut depending on the nature of request...

Do send me asks please 🥺

[appleteez]

The New One (1)

Pairing: Changkyun x reader

Genre: Crack, High school au.

Word count: 1375

A/N: Yes, I’m starting a new Monsta x series. I’m actually excited for this one, I like what I did so far. Let me know what you think !! :)

“Today class we’re welcoming a new stud—“ The words just fade in the background as I concentrate more on the leaves falling from the huge trees outside our classroom. From the third floor, just by the window, I had the perfect view. I couldn’t wait for my senior year, when I’m finally gonna be on the fourth floor, now that’s gonna be amazing. My eyes move to the courtyard and I see my best friend Hyungwon coming in running his face all red. I smile lightly thinking about his dumbass oversleeping like usual, even on the first day back, this guy has no exception.

“Y/N !!” I snap back and stand up quickly, looking at my professor with huge eyes.

“Y—Yes?”

“I asked you to raise your hand multiple times ! Because Hyungwon is late again, Changkyun will take his place.”

“Ah.. But I just saw him running in..” I weakly point out the window.

“He’s gonna have to go by the attendance office anyway to get a pass, so he won’t be here for another five minutes. Too bad for him. Changkyun go sit next to Y/N.”

“Ugh..” I say more annoyed at my professor, but I can see a slight sorry look on the new boy’s face.

“Plus it wouldn’t be so bad to separate you two.” He mumbles starting to get the textbooks together.

“Whatever.” I mumble back.

“Hi..” Changkyun sits next to me embarrassed and obviously extremely uncomfortable.

“Hi.” I say maybe a little more cold than I wanted.

The door soon opens on a out of breath Hyungwon that quickly realized the situation.

“How am I going to cheat now?” He says a little louder than expected making the whole class laugh and the professor redden out of anger. --- The bell for the first break comes faster than expected. Jooheon, and Minhyuk, the sunshines of the class don’t wait one second to come talk to Changkyun.

“Changkyun right? Don’t mind Y/N, she’s always a bit grumpy, except around Hyungwon and Hyunwoo.” Jooheon snickers.

“Hyunwoo is an upperclassman. Those three are inseparable, it’s kinda weird so don’t feel bad about it.”

“Shut up you two !”

“They’re called the lazy squad. They only sleep and eat. Hyungwon always sleeps in class and Hyunwoo always eats in class, it’s actually impressive.” Minhyuk says with a huge smile actually impressed.

“What about Y/N?” Changkyun asks shyly.

“Oh she doesn’t waste time, she does both.”

“I said shut up !” I say in between my teeth trying not to bring attention to me.

“Y/N, let’s go upstairs, Hyunwoo said he has extra dumplings for us.” Hyungwon comes already looking half asleep like he didn’t waste time on recuperating some sleep during the first periods. I sigh at the accuracy of our little trio described by the two sunshines and nod slowly.

“Let’s go.” I stand up to join Hyungwon out of the classroom.

“I feel bad that I took her friend’s sit.”

“Don’t, those two, well those three are always together. Like the professor said, it wouldn’t be too bad to separate them.” Jooheon laughs lightly. --- The end of the day finally comes. Me, Hyunwoo and Hyungwon are in the “go home club”, which exactly like the name explains, we’re not in clubs. It’s usually not well seen at all, like at all, which only reinforce Minhyuk and Jooheon’s description.

“You guys, we should do something with our lives.” I say out of the blue as we’re about to pass the school’s gates.

“Uh?” They both turn around looking at me weird.

“Well, that’s what we’re gonna do.”

“You mean going to 7/11, reading manga for an hour without buying them, then going to eat snacks by the river?”

“Sounds like life to me.” Hyunwoo smiles making his eyes into crescents.

“I don’t know.. We’ve gotten worst than before. Hyunwoo, you used to be captain of the swimming team in middle school, what happened? I used to be the team captain of my soccer team back in middle school ! What happened !!!” I lowkey panic.

“Hey, what about me?” Hyungwon says a little hurt.

“You stood on the basketball court in middle school?”

“Yeah.” He smiles looking satisfied.

“Hey!” I turn around to the new deep voice and see Changkyun running towards us his hand in the air.

“Uh?” I say squinting my eyes making sure I was not turning blind.

“Are you guys going home together?”

“I guess?” I say still squinting my eyes putting my head back enough to show some double chins. Yeah, that’s how shook I was.

“Can I join?” He says a little embarrassed as if his small leap of courage had disappeared.

“Sure~ We’re going to 7/11 to read manga for half an hour without buying them, then we’re going to eat snack by the river.” Hyunwoo says smiling almost like a seal.

“Hyun—“

“I don’t see why not.” Hyungwon says smiling too, and I feel the strap of my bag fall from my shoulder.

“Thanks, I’m Changkyun by the way.”

“Hyunwoo.” They introduce themselves and start walking, leaving me there in awe.

“Hey..” I say weakly. --- To say I was not pleased was an understatement. Since high school started, I started living in a shared house held by an older woman. She had this old traditional house, and rents the four rooms to students due to all the high schools in the neighborhood. I was sitting at the dinner table eating what she had made for the night, and in front of me…

“Changkyun..” I say between my teeth.

“Yes?” He looks up from his bowl and I just fall backwards whining.

“WHYYYY ! Why are you here?” I sit back quickly slapping my hands on the table.

“Y/N careful you’re gonna spill everything.” Kihyun one of my housemates says between his teeth. Kihyun was adorable, he went to an all boy school and was top of his class.

“Grandma !!” A sandal comes flying to my face and I fall backwards again.

“Stop calling me grandma, I’m only 30 !!!”

“Bora don’t listen to her, you look amazing.” Hoseok, our fourth housemates, says all smiley.

“Hoseok, you’re a cutie. You!” She points at me trying to look serious, but Bora was just too nice and adorable for that. “Be careful I have my eyes and ears on you. Changkyun is living here now you deal with it. Now eat !”

After all the food finished, we clean everything up and Hoseok and Kihyun start to put their stuff out to start their homework. I stand up and walk towards the hallway.

“Y/N? You’re not studying with us?” Kihyun says surprised.

“I’ll just do it in my room.” I leave them behind a little surprised by my sudden distance towards them.

“What’s wrong with her?” Kihyun says a little annoyed.

“Maybe she just wants to be alone.” Hoseok tries to calm him down.

“I think it’s because of me. I took Hyungwon’s sit.”

“Oh..” They both say a little taken aback.

“Is it that bad?”

“Y/N, is not a bad person, let’s start with that.” Hoseok says a little panicked.

“She has a little bit of separation anxiety. She kinda grew up going from shared houses to shared houses, because her parents are out of the country. Hyungwon and Hyunwoo are basically what she has closest to a family here cause they grew up together so, by taking Hyungwon away…”

“She feels a bit uncomfortable?” Changkyun says understanding the situation.

“She’s not a bad person, once she gets warmed up to you, you’ll see she’s a lot of fun.” Hoseok smiles showing all of his pearlies. --- The small fan on my floor desk was turning slowly spitting as much air as she could. I try to focus on my homework but something keeps coming back into my mind.. Changkyun is incredibly cute..

“Ugh.. What the fuck Y/N..” I say to myself letting myself fall back onto the floor once again tonight. I put my arm over my head trying to hide my red cheeks, when I hear a snicker. I take my arm off and see Bora leaning over me.

“You got a crush Y/N?”

[kpopimaginings]

Request Guidlines

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Hey! I’ve noticed in the requests I get from people you are asking if I will write about a certain thing, so I’m making some guidelines to give you an idea. If in doubt, just ask and I’ll let you know or update this list.

No yandere/mafia/cheating/anything abusive. I’m happy to write about escaping a situation like that, but will not be writing idols as part of those relationships

No daddy kinks.  No pet play. If that’s a thing you like, then no judgement, you do you, but it makes me uncomfortable so I won’t be writing it

No camboy AUs. Same as above, just not my thing

I will write smut with BDSM themes, but only in a safe consensual environment

Unlikely that I will write AUs. You can always ask (I know I have a professor AU on here) so if I like your idea and think I can write it well then I will, but I prefer writing about the idols as idols

Fluff, smut, angst are all ok :) 

I don’t write idols as relatives. Juts friends/love interests.

Who you can request:

GOT7

BTS

ATEEZ

SuperM

Seventeen (if you want a reaction, please specify a unit or line you want it for. Once posted, you can always request again for others)

Monsta X

Stray Kids

The Rose

Kim Jong Kook

Wonho

Any other questions, please ask :)

[bearseokie]

essence

— On a cold night, you beg the universe for someone warm to hold - fully unaware that your wishes would be granted by a warlock in search of reason and aegis.

DETAILS — [ 18+ | drabble | 1k ] PAIRING — warlock! hyungwon x gender-neutral! reader GENRES — supernatural! au, fantasy, angst WARNINGS — magic, heartbreak/loss of a lover, deceit

monsta x m.list | navi.

The impassive eyes in the hollows of his face were bone chilling, form made of smooth granite and carved into perfect detail of a man. Cheek bones prominent, divots of traceable lines within the expression he wore. His stance was simple, arms down at his side and legs close together, but it was something about his ambiance that caught everyone’s attention.

A nameless man crafted by the hands of someone unknown; his story blank and existence omniscient. No one knew his true purpose. Guests claimed he was made by a lover, quarreled in something so drastic that the mere image created in his honor could only be crude. Others spoke of him being a hero, cascaded down into the world with a single, silent admirer that went as far as recreating him for their own appeasement.

But it was you that stumbled upon him that night; cold and dim hearted, you looked for solace within the museum. Hooked within a project, you wandered the great halls of the gallery in search of something outstanding, finding your feet sealed to the floor in front of the statue.

The museum was long passed closing time, vacant space now filled with nothing but your light breathing. Gifted a key from your professor to perfect your final paper, the stiff air of the building diverted your attention from the clipboard against your chest.

His entire being was solid, clothing shaped like what he wore was nearly destroyed, but not a hair on his head seemed out of place from an altercation. Baffled by him, his placement centered inside one of the rooms for viewing guarded by ropes. You moved in closer, advancing on the statue with your nerves sizzling in your body but mind piqued. A window located behind him was uncovered, bright moonlight seeping in and shining against his build. The stone he was marked from reflected, blinding, your eyes squinted. Ducking below the rope that guarded him, no alarms sounded when you moved closer. In three steps up to his pedestal, you were inches away. He was glistening like glass.

It was here that you learned just how playful the universe can be; the story of the man unfolding before you as your hand placed against his chest gently. The moonlight through the window grew brighter, now white. Specks of something like dust floated towards the luminating statue, his cold texture altering to warm beneath your fingers. In a moment's time, stone turned to skin, granite turned to fabric, and a breathing, living man was in place of the statue.

His chest puffed as he took in a breath, your stunned body stuck before him with your hand pressed into his front. Blinking, his irises shined gold before settling on a deep brown. You were baffled, noticing the specks from the window now surrounded him, melting the last of the stone color from his skin until he was a nourished tone, healthy.

“What’s happened?” you asked out loud, his lips pressing into a thin line with a smile.

“You’ve broken my curse.” He sparkled though he was once again human, a musk filling your nostrils. “Why is it that you carry such a heavy heart?”

Had his story been told, you would have learned that he was cursed into becoming a figurine by his enemy. Neither of the being’s mortal, the charitable warlock pursued the other in attempts to stop his malicious ways, but only became affected by the torment and was created as a still form.

“You’ve lost something, haven’t you?” he asked softly, inspecting the light falter in your visage. “A member of your family?” his questions didn’t let up. The smooth texture of his hand taking yours to run the pad of his thumb across your palm wielding something in him, his eyes blinking unevenly in thought. “A lover.”

Durable legs cascading down the steps, his hold gently guided you down to the marble flooring. His chilling touch on your warm skin coated your senses, eyes fixed on his long, black hair swaying as his head tilted. He was suddenly entranced by the building he stood in for so many years, relishing in the hanging-artwork layering the walls. Feet gliding him effortlessly from you, his fingers linked with yours, slowly pulling away to trace the red, velvet rope that guarded him.

“This is beautiful.” he whispered, irises enlightened by the scene around him. Reinforced to stare in one direction for decades, his form relaxed as he spun back to see you. “I’m Hyungwon.”

Skin nothing like the chilled marble you felt once before, every vein in his hand made you stutter to give him your name. The beat of his heart tapping in the divots of his palm, your fingers connected over the warm skin. He was elegant, nodding to you in a way that centered your voice, blinking up at the being as he snapped his index and middle fingers together. A white rose illuminated from a light flare of fire from his fingertips, the same fingers that snapped now cradling the flower and lifting it out to you.

“For your troubles, and in all hopes that time heals you.” he smiled a toothless smile.

“H-Hyungwon.” you spoke gently. Taking the stem from his fingers to press the petals of the flower to your nostrils, your eyes diverted up at him. “Where is the enemy you mentioned?”

His chest rose as his eyes shut, taking in the deep breath like it was a new source of life. Lids peeling open, the bright rims of gold flashed again, his pearled teeth shining between his lips.

“He’s around.” Vague words followed by delicate movement, the second snap of his fingers lit a flame over the petals of the rose in your grasp. The once pallid flower was engulfed by darkness, each petal creased with red veins and seeped with jade. Your brows knitted at the change of the plant, glancing up at Hyungwon to see the impish smirk carving on his lips. “And you’re going to help me find him.”

[iibonniee]

RM1522: Music Theory

Pairing: Yoo Kihyun x Reader

Genre: College AU/smut

Rating: M

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: teacher/student relations, oral (fem receiving), kihyun kinda has a praise/sir kink(?), mentions of masturbation

Masterlist | The Faculty Masterlist

This is the fourth installment for a collaboration with @wordycerty. Both Jooheon and Changkyun's parts are posted on her page and Hyungwon on mine!

Taglist: @appachicken @dandelion-aj @xrubyrosex @babykyuniee @bekah931215

Professor Yoo was a jack of all trades when it came down to the music department. Music Theory - an elective class that’s acceptance was harder than getting into Harvard itself - was not only a hands-on experience with an insanely attractive teacher, but because the class was so small, it allowed the professor to work with everyone in the duration.

While the perks were high, the class was not only extremely boring and empty, but it was almost two hours worth of sitting in a next-to-silent room. With classical music playing too softly as he walked around, Mr. Yoo practically gave all the answers away to anyone who asked.

Yet, even with the answers practically thrown at her, Y/N found her grade sitting just between an F and a D. It wasn’t because she was stupid; she simply believed that she could do it on her own. Even as days flew past her and her papers came back with the simple “C-“, Y/N knew that the time was almost up, and if she didn’t start taking his advice into consideration, she’d fail the course and wear the shame because she held such high pride.

Currently, her only issue was asking for tutoring; whether she simply didn't want to or was too shy. She knew her issue was the latter. Professor Yoo was smart enough to see through anyone, even if they weren't a student in his class. Her eyes watched as Professor Yoo took a seat at his desk, his computer now his priority. With class just barely ending and students already leaving the room, she knew she had to make a choice.

“What can I do for you, Miss L/N?” Professor Yoo’s voice was soft, a smile held strong as his round glasses sat perched on his face. Even with his calm approach, her heart felt like it was reeling, and for a moment, she hated how she was alone with him.

“I was wondering what I could do to boost my grade up?” While her voice felt strong in said approach, her heart would not stop pounding. 

She hated how attractive he was. From the moment he entered the room that very first day, Y/N knew she was fucked. She couldn’t stop her mind from thinking all the dirty things it did. She knew she wasn’t the only one guilty of such charges. She did hear Jennie speak her thoughts about if he was good in bed or not.

That open confession only egged on her thoughts, and she wouldn’t admit to a single soul she had thought about that man while pleasuring herself in the middle of the night.

“Well,” Professor Yoo paused, taking her question into consideration with thought as he looked around the empty room. “There is one thing. But you have to trust me and keep it a secret, ok?”

Her nod was eager, showing the man that she was not only interested, but she trusted him enough and she��d keep his secret. 

It was in the name of bringing up her grade, right?

“Perfect.” Y/N didn’t fail to notice the way his once innocent smile flickered to something more. To something… mischievous. “While we were on break, I had asked to get these walls soundproofed. I won’t go over all the nitty gritty, you know how it can be.” He chuckled, pushing his chair back and walking to where she stood. “I just need to know if these walls are good enough. Sit on my desk, please.”

His request was small, but her mind couldn't help but to latch onto the little things in both his sentence and his request. It was all too much to soak in in under 5 minutes. Yet, she found herself listening to his request. His desk was clean and cool to the touch.

The smile Professor Yoo gave her was rewarding; happy she had listened to him.

Her eyes followed him as he got down to his knees while his hands worked on her panties. Trust. He wanted her to trust him. Even with her heart still racing, the feeling wasn’t because she was nervous, rather it was because Professor Yoo was down on his knees in front of her and the desire she felt was strong.

Her inhale was shaky as she felt his warm breath close to her wet core. His chuckle was soft, nestled between her thighs and her skirt. His first kiss that met her pussy was light, taunting her to make even a faint nose.

“You don’t have to be quiet. The louder you are, the higher your grade gets.”

“W-What if someone hears?” She stuttered, trying to bite down her moans. 

“I’ll handle it. Don’t be shy, Y/N. I want to hear it all.”

His tongue was as sinful and smooth as his singing voice. Her back fell against his desk, allowing the cool air to nip at her exposed skin. But, that wasn’t her focus. Professor Yoo’s tongue worked like magic and it was hard at work. She couldn’t remember when he fully removed her underwear - she was solely focused on the pleasure she was feeling.

Trusting his words, she let her moans fall from parted lips. Soft at first, but the more his tongue and mouth sucked and licked, the louder her moans became. She lost track of the world. This was the best damn head she had ever gotten, and it was far better than her fingers.

“I wanted to eat you out for the longest time,” Professor Yoo grunted, listening to her whines as his mouth was replaced with two fingers. “I was going to offer you this a long time ago. I thought you hated me with how much you avoided me. But, here you are being a slut. So trusting, so eager to bring up your grade, huh?”

“Please…” She mewled, moving her body against his fingers to get some friction. 

“Please what? I’m your professor, not a mind reader. What do you want? Do you want to cum all over my fingers? Do you want to cum around my cock?”

“Your cock, please.” 

His chuckle was evident, a clear hint of cockiness behind it. Yet, even as he used his two fingers to fuck her senseless, it was the envasion of a third one that had her whining. The intrusion was a new feeling, causing the pain of it being new to bother her just for a bit.

“Sorry, I just want you to be prepared.” 

Three fingers worked her closer and closer to the edge. Then, just as she started getting used to the feeling, his fingers disappeared, leaving her feeling empty. Professor Yoo was quick to his feet, his pants soon falling to the floor and his hard cock in his hand.

“Just let me know if I’m being rough, ok?” He whispered, finding the condom that was in his desk drawer. Her eyes widened, curious as to if he had done this with other students or not. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ve been keeping these in here just in case you wanted to come to me for extra credit. Also, my name is Kihyun. You can either call me Kihyun or Sir.”

The groans that came from Kihyun were borderline sinful. A song that wasn’t meant for anyone else but her. He paused for a moment, allowing her what time she needed to adjust to his size. He didn’t boast for a reason, Kihyun was huge.

“Go, please.” Y/N whined, feeling the desire growing all over again.

“Please what?”

Groaning, Y/N’s head lolled to the side in a mix of annoyance and impatience. She was far too needy for him to be messing around with her. 

“Please Sir.”

Kihyun’s chuckle was all she needed to hear to know he was more than ready. His pace was quick, and the scraping of the wooden desk across the wooden classroom floor told her all that was needed. He wanted her to be loud, to join his loud and untamed grunts that filled the music classroom. 

He wanted a song.

“Is it bad that this has been on my mind forever? Just bending you over this desk and fucking you so hard that the whole school knows? Fuck, I hate being your professor. What I’d like to do to you everyday.” 

His words turned her into a moaning mess. His pace never faltered, even when she felt herself growing closer for the second time. Hooded eyes watched his cock enter in and out of her pussy at a brutal pace, with an unspoken promise he wasn’t going to stop until he came.

“I bet your pussy is even better bareback. Makin’ me already lose my fuckin' mind. Tell me you enjoy this, too.” Nodding her head was the only thing she could do. She was a screaming mess and she was about to break in just a couple seconds. “Fuck, I can feel you squeezing my cock. You want to cum, baby girl? Beg for it. Beg to cum and I’ll let you.”

“Please, Kihyun,” Her voice was hoarse as she begged. The mix between moaning and screaming would surely kill her voice for the rest of the week. Hell, with how hard he was going, she was sure she’d struggle walking, too. “Let me cum. I’ll be a good girl.”

“Cum for me.”

The feeling of her orgasm was electrifying. It was strong, causing cries and pleas to spill from her lips like a prayer.

“Fuck, fuck-” Kihyun cut himself off as he came. “Shit. I don’t think I want you asking anyone for extra credit, besides me.”

“I don’t think I want to ask, either.” The girl giggled softly, watching as her professor gave her a childish smile.

“I think I’ll be kind enough to boost your grade up to a B-. If you come Friday, I might think about boosting it up to an A.”

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In the Eye of the Beholder Part II

Warning: NSFW

Here is part two, enjoy! 💛

Part I

The kiss ended and his eyes searched yours for any hesitations. “I think we are done with work for tonight,” he says, his hands squeezing you.

You nod in agreement glancing at the clock, it was already so late.

“You can come back to my apartment,” he offers before kissing your neck. You tip your head giving him access as you bite your lip, how could you say no to him? “And tomorrow is Saturday so we don’t have to come here.”

“Yes,” you breathe before pulling his lips back to yours. He groans into the kiss as you plant your hands on his chest, your fingertips pressing into his skin. “Can we go now?”

He grins before you both gather your things and walk down to his car. He helps you in before going to his side, the campus was quiet and empty of most cars. His hand slipped over you thigh as he drove through campus and back into the city. Your hand rested on his as you admired the neighborhood he lived in once you got there. It felt like seconds as you body ignited under his touch.

“How long has it been?” He asked softer now.

You inhaled softly before answering, “almost a year.”

He nods before looking at you. “You are staying with me this entire weekend, is that okay?”

“Yes,” you respond immediately. He grins before you see him turn into an underground parking area for the apartment complex. “You live here?” You question, it was beautiful and fit him in detail and aesthetic appeal. He squeezed your thigh before finding his parking spot and leading you to the elevator.

As the elevator door closed he turned pinning you to the wall, his lips finding yours as your gripped the back of his shirt kissing him back. You both kissed until the elevator dinged signaling you were at his floor. He wasted no time in getting you inside the apartment. His hands encouraging you through the door before he shut it quickly pulling you back against it. His lips intent on devouring you as you moaned against his kiss. His hands slipped under your dress pushing it up your highs and hips as his tongue grazed your bottom lip. You gave in melting against his body as he pushing you harder against the door.

He pulled back from your kiss to pull your dress off, tossing it away as he stepped back to take you in. He groaned, you were so beautiful for him. You blushed before stepping up to him and pulling his shirt from being tucked in his pants before slowly unbuttoning it. You wanted to see him, taste him. Your lips followed the trail down until you were low, your face even with his happy trail.

“Fuck,” he moaned as your fingers fiddled along the band of his pants. You bit your lip peeking up at him as your fingers moved to undo the button and zipper. You rose back up kissing him as he hauled you up in his arms carrying you to the bedroom with your legs wrapped around his hips grinding against him.

He dropped you into the bed before pushing down his pants and falling into you. You giggled as his lips moved to your neck and slowly descended down with him sucking and nibbling your skin. His hands roaming your body, squeezing you until you were a moaning mess as he learned every dip and curve of your body.

“Take it off please,” you begged as he squeezed your breasts in his hands while he continued to suck at your collarbone. He chuckled at your eagerness before slipping his hands to undo the back buckles before he pulled the straps off you arm and tossed it away. His eyes admired your full breasts before his gaze darted up to your face. You nodded, you wanted to continue. He moved back down, his lips brushing down the valley between your breast as his hands moved lower to hook around your panties. He tugged and you lifted your hips allowing him to do so until they were on the floor as well.

“So beautiful,” he murmured looking down at you naked in his bed. “Finally,” he moaned and you blushed before hooking your fingers around his underwear tugging at the band. He took the cue and shimmed out of them letting you see him. You gasped and he smirked.

“Oh god Shownu,” you moaned at how ready and large he was.

He leaned back down kissing your lips eagerly as his hand slipped between your legs. You were already so wet making him grin against your kiss before he got ready to slip into you. You bit your lip to stifle any cries of pain that you knew would come with his size. He slipped in slowly, his face pressed to your shoulder. You could feel his strength and his want as he dug his hands into the bed beside you and his forehead pressed into your skin as you wrapped your legs around him to encourage him in deeper. It stung but if felt so good as you gripped the hair at the back of his head and your lips pressed into his shoulder.

Once he was buried deep within you his eyes met yours before his hands found yours pressing them into the mattress above you as he settled over you. His hips slowly began to circle and you moaned, your eyes closing at the sensation as he took it slow making you feel every part of him inside of you.

“Shownu,” you moaned and he bit his lip circling his hips a little faster as you bit your lip, both of your hands tightly gripping the others. Your eyes meeting as he groaned your name. “Oh,” you whimper feeling him graze the spots that were just right. Your legs tighten around his hips and he smirks proud of his work before dipping his head back down into your neck. His lips sucking on your skin as he kept treating you just right. His hips a force to be reckoned with as he began to thrust. You moaned louder, encouraging him to keep going as he lifted himself up on his hands, releasing yours and allowing you to grip his body above you. You could already see the sweat beginning to coat his face as he thrusted with so much power.

“Fuck,” he groaned as your nails raked down his back and your hips lifted up into his increasing the pressure from his hips. You couldn’t take it anymore as you push at his chest, encouraging him to roll over and let you be in charge. He took the hint as his arms slipped around you and he turned putting his back against the bed as you sat up on his hips. His hands pushed your hair back so he could see your face as you took him in your hand guiding him back into you. Your body in perfect view of him allowing his hands to slip down and grip your ass once you began to rock against him. His fingers digging into the soft flesh as he helped you move on top of him. You wasted no time and in finding a pace. You bit your lip as you lifted your hands to your chest making him moan at such a sight.

“Shownu!” You cried out as one of his hand slipped between your legs while the other still gripped your ass helping you rock back and forth. His fingers finding your clit with ease as you ground onto him. “Don’t stop, please!”

“Fuck Baby,” he moaned out using his fingers to bring you closer as you braced yourself back on his thighs and moved your hips over and over, letting him slip deep within you. Your walls pulsing around him until he was groaning your name and you were whimpering at being so close to the edge. He was expert at touching you as you gasped feeling him put more pressure against your clit until you lost yourself into him. Your body shaking as he continued to tease you through the orgasm while finding his own as you rocked against him, sliding your hips until his head fell back into the pillows and he groaned lifting his hips up into you filling you so easily. 

You collapsed after you both rode it out and he kissed your face before kissing you lips with a grin. You kissed him back and then you reached and took his glasses off his face to put them on your own.

“You are so sexy in these,” you mused as he turned letting you both lay on your sides facing each other.

“You are sexier,” he spoke before glancing down to see your thighs slick with him. “Stay here, I’ll be back.” He left and you watched him walk away, admiring his bare back and exposed butt. He came back from his bathroom with a washcloth and you bit your lip as he spread your thighs cleaning you up before climbing back up your body to kiss you. “And this is just the beginning,” he says against your lips before snuggling with you. You had to admit this side of him was even sexier than the professor side that you had admired from a distance for so long. 

Part III