#oneshot teaser

[5eraphim]

hunting party mini-snippet

(hopefully this will be done by the end of the day, but i can't promise any dates for certain at this time)

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content warnings: assault, death threats, guns/knives

They won. You were downed and bleeding at their feet with nothing to protect yourself. Nearly all your energy and will to fight back was drained, and you felt like a lamb seconds before the slaughter. You were terrified during the chase but managed to keep your wits about you. But your sanity was slipping fast. Despite everything, you had a bad feeling the bullet-graze wound would be only the start of your pain tonight. You cowered beneath a massive oak, illuminated by the flashlight attached to Solly's rifle.

You glared up at the man from your position sprawled out on the ground as he glared at you with an expression of equal anger, "What's the matter, cadet? No more fight left in ya?"

As if you could try and keep running if you wanted to, but seeing his loaded rifle pointed at you kept you from saying anything sarcastic for fear of upsetting him. Trying to choose your words carefully, you asked, "Is this the end of the hunt?"

Solly sneered, "Do you surrender?"

Trying not to sound sarcastic, you answered, "Do you seriously think I could run away like this?"

"He asked ya a question- Do ya surrender?" Demo interrupted. Though he didn't have a firearm pointed at you, the throwing ax in his hand frightened you worse than Solly's riffle. 

You nodded, having already accepted defeat. "Fine. You win, I surrender… Now what?"

"It depends. Have you learned your lesson?" Solly spoke, lowering his weapon slightly.

"What?" you questioned, almost shrilling with annoyance and fear. The blood seeped in throbbing gushes from your hip had you disorientated to the world around you, and trying to decipher what these two maniacs wanted only furthered your confusion.

Thankfully, rather than lashing out again, Solly explained in his usual gruff, authoritative tone, "You're always slacking off on missions, and at work back at base! You're always trying to ditch work early to go home. You are the laziest Engineer to work for our team! If Dell saw how you've been acting in his place, he'd have your head! You're a disgrace to your class, you runt!"

Was that what this was all about!? "Dell, you overachieving son of a bitch-" You mentally cursed. It was challenging to be an Engineer when held to the impossibly high standard set by your predecessor. You loved Dell; everybody loved Dell. But you couldn't help feeling irritated whenever your work was compared to his, as no matter how hard you tried, he always found some way to outshine you. While you loved your job and working with the team, there was no competing with a guy like Dell. The man was a third-generation Engineer. All his life, engineering was all he knew. He was practically bred for this job. He gave everything he had to work, and it showed. Dell was nothing less than a master at his craft. You wanted to hate him for this, for showing you up, for acting so modestly and earnestly when others praised his work, even though you could tell from the look in his eye he loved every second of it. But you still couldn't hate Dell; nobody could. 

It hurt to consider if you'd ever see Dell again. Your heart throbbed as you feared these two were deranged enough to go through with this, killing you in cold blood far into the wilderness where no one could hear you scream. There was no Medic here to tend to your injuries, you had no idea how far away the respawn machine was, and you had a bad feeling whatever happened to you out here wouldn't go away so quickly. And there was a good chance these two would be the last thing you'd see before you died.

The longer the two stared you down, the harder it became to keep your head clear. You were terrified to be held at their mercy with no idea what they wanted from you. You broke the silence, your voice shakey and panicked, slightly rasping on account of how dry your throat became during the hunt."What do you want me to tell you? I won't leave early anymore? I'll work faster? Whatever it is you want, I'll do it! C'mon, this has gone on long enough!"

Solly appeared chillingly indifferent to your pleas for mercy. "I'm not convinced." 

You grunted in desperation, "Demo, you show up to work shitfaced every day, and you're really going to call me the slacker here!?"

His eyes were only somewhat unfocused, bearing the telltale sign of his usual intoxication, which narrowed slightly at your dig against him. "I don' need ta be sober to make my bombs or to chuck em. An' I'll shove one down yer gullet right now if ya need me ta prove it." You straightened and went rigid at the threat, even if he wouldn't deliver. It was disquieting to know how apt to violence he was at the moment. 

Solly crept forward just an inch as though spurred on by your reaction. "If you want us to get you out of the woods so soon, private, we could go ahead and chop you up right here. Take your head home with us, and keep it on the wall. Let everyone know what happens to slackers."

"Look- I'm sorry for letting you down, really, I promise I am! But I'm not a slacker! I'll do better, I swear! Please, let's just go home- we're teammates, right? Let's get back to base, and we'll straighten all of this out." You desperately tried to think of any way to negotiate out of this without promising anything drastic. You wanted to argue with their emotional side, remind them you were friends, and convince them to end this terrible game. The sun set lower during your confrontation, and it was too dark to make out anyone's expression, but you had little faith that either of them was convinced.

Demo snickered, lowering himself to sit back on his haunches, meeting you at eye level, "But we're not back at the base, now are we? Out here, ya ain't a comrade. You're less than an enemy, yer our prey. An' the prey don' make orders."

Instinctively, you shifted away nervously, wanting to protect what little distance you had left between the two maniacs. Demo still had his hand wrapped around a throwing ax, and you couldn't take your eyes off it. The wicked polished metal of the ax's blade caught the flashlight's beam, reflecting menacingly.

"Aw, c'mon now, don't be so scared- we'll be gentle." Demo spoke with condescending sweetness, enjoying the visible fear written all over your face. You gasped in fear as you saw Demo's arm holding the ax move, as he made a show of striking the ground by his feet, wedging the weapon into the earth, remaining upright even as he pulled his hand away. You could hear them laughing, watching you flinch and yelp in fear at the fake-out. 

Demo teased, "Still spooked? Why? I thought ya said we were all friends here?" He raised both palms facing you to show you his empty hands, "I'm not gonna hurt ya. The ax is gone. Now come here." He used his pointed finger to gesture for you to come closer, though, at the moment, you were so paralyzed with fear you doubted you could comply even if you wanted to. 

Demo wasn't pleased by your hesitance, "Don' make me come over there an' getcha myself."

[won4kiss]

﹙ 🎬 ﹚ ────THE BEST GIFTS AREN’T UNDER THE TREE : TEASER

୨୧ SYPNOSiS. you and park sunghoon don’t exactly get along. you’re coworkers who seem to have nothing in common— polar opposties. he’s the polished guy from a wealthy family, while you’re just trying to make ends meet and keep your personal life private. but when an awkward run-in at the pharmacy reveals more about your struggles than you ever wanted anyone to know—maybe he wasn’t as bad as you thought—maybe the person who drives you the craziest might just be the one who gets you best.

୨୧ GENRE. office romance, enemies to lovers, fluff & christmas romcom hallmark movie themed, minimal angst.

୨୧ PAiRING. enemy! park sunghoon x fem! reader, rich!sunghoon x not very rich! reader, type 1 diabetic! reader | ps. shout out to all my t1d girls this is for u !! <3

୨୧ EST WORD COUNT: 8K-9.5K.

୨୧ RELEASE DATE: NOV 7TH 2024 / OUT NOW.

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PROLOGUE.

YOU’RE BALANCING TWO STEAMING CUPS OF OFFICE COFFEE WHEN YOU SPOT HIM—PARK SUNGHOON.

he’s leaning casually against your desk with that infuriatingly confident smirk.

it’s the same smirk he’s worn since the day you met, the one that says he’s got the world wrapped around his little finger—and for a second, you wish you could spill one of these coffees just to wipe it off his face.

“didn’t realize you worked here part-time,” he chuckles, watching you as you finally reach your desk, carefully setting down the cups. “or are you just on a different schedule than the rest of us?”

you don’t take the bait—instead, you shoot him a tight smile as you slip off your coat, doing your best to ignore him. ── 𝖱𝖤𝖲𝖳 𝖡𝖤𝖫𝖮𝖶!

but, of course, he’s not done. “how’s that report going? the one that was supposed to be on my desk by, oh, i don’t know… yesterday?”

you sigh, bracing yourself. “some of us don’t have a personal assistant, sunghoon. i’m working on it. it’ll be done by noon.”

“just making sure.” he leans forward, lowering his voice, and for a moment his eyes meet yours with an unsettling intensity. “wouldn’t want you to fall behind.”

there’s a glimmer in his gaze that’s hard to read—almost like he’s daring you, or testing you, in a way that makes your skin prickle.

you swallow, telling yourself it’s just typical sunghoon. overconfident, ridiculously privileged, and completely insufferable.

“trust me, i don’t need reminders from you,” you reply, keeping your tone as neutral as possible.

“clearly,” he says, that smirk still firmly in place as he straightens, crossing his arms. “oh, and by the way…” he glances down, eyes flicking briefly to the empty space on your desk before meeting your gaze again, his smile softening just enough to make you suspicious.

“you missed the secret santa sign-up sheet this morning.”

you freeze, hiding your surprise with what you hope is a casual shrug. “not really my thing.”

sunghoon raises an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “too bad. i was looking forward to seeing what you’d buy me. but then again…” he steps back, shrugging. “i guess not everyone’s in the christmas spirit this year.”

with that, he strolls away, leaving you standing there, pulse racing for reasons you can’t explain.

his words linger, making you feel strangely unsettled—almost like he knows more about you than he should.

and as you sit down, you realize, with a small jolt of annoyance, that sunghoon’s somehow managed to do it again.

even without trying, he’s gotten under your skin, leaving you wondering if he’s challenging you… or if there’s something more to it than that. whatever the reason, you knew one thing for certain—

park sunghoon is going to be the death of you this christmas.

LiBRARY | © won4kiss all rights reserved.

NOTE. IN HONOUR OF CHRISTMAS SEASON !! fun fact my birthdays on christmas eve so im actually the biggest christmas girl ever 🧘‍♀️ i’m also type 1 diabetic and luckily i have free health care atm but to all the people who do struggle with paying for insulin and everything, I’m so sorry :(

[astralnymphh]

𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 : 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

𝐀 𝐌𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 featuring hunter ellie, and her vampire lover.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘

in this numbing winter wood, guarded by her hunting-adroit family, ellie believes she is safe. but her tracking methods are not so familiar with the intelligence and vigilance of sadistic creatures—of invisible kinds.

𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐓 : THE FEEDING.

You comb three attentive fingers into her hairline, and tip her head back. The gesture is too gentle for how ugly, mangled and sanguinolent the bole of her breaths is to be made. You are too gentle doing this. Scraping your teeth, wetting her skin; you have the social grace of a sycophant, and the conduct of a lover. Eat her whole, why don't you? She is your apple to keep. Eat, eat, eat.

You crumple the sage collar of her jacket, whispering, “Hold still for me, huh?” Quiet, and cold as the forest she relies on. 

And that is just what she does. Tighten as your teeth sink, motionless as these very trees. When you take her blood inside, you find her absolutely celestial. And you carve your teeth into her like she is a pietistical mural to make impure. Dying as a falling angel, she squirms. The penetralia of her throat is the main thing moving: tensing muscles, swallows pushing out a river of subtle, pained sounds. Crimson breaks, and draws in lithe lines down the base. Stains the crossroads of your sucking lips.

You make a soft-spoken voice crawl out of her. “Fuck,” she curses. Her teeth leap from her plush lip, and stay open. You imagine the pain is a gentle torture for your inexperienced victim. You are feeding on a sensitive silhouette, and she is staring up, quietly at the thistle drapings above. Misty-eyed, probably.

Blood thickens as your composure thins. She tastes sickeningly sweet. There is a pure hideosity reaching under your chin and down to your collarbones because your hunger is beginning to precede you. Some ancient, voracious, and cacodaemoniacal thing is wanting, and wanting hard. From your throat, from the cavity of your torso; somewhere desperate. Wherever it is, it wants a deep mouthful of Ellie, and you aren’t morally-deposed to take her to that dark there quite yet.

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑.

[etfrin]

— teaser ! Arranged marriage au! Coriolanus Snow ;) edit: it's out!

you guys are not READY for arranged marriage Snow, you're not even i am not, holy shit, what are my thumbs typing rn WAHHHH

[cheolism]

DEVOTION (TEASER)

✰ — choi san x gang leader!reader ✷ — summary: after a year of fighting in a rebellion, san was tired of battle. like an angel, a goddess, you offered him peace. ✰ — teaser wc is approx. 1.8k ✷ — genre: nsfw, mafia/gang society, themes of worship, cultish, power imbalance. simp!san for his "rescuer". ✰ — warnings: violence and murder; mature themes. morally gray reader and san (san is the equivalent of a stray puppy you’re nice to once and then never leaves you alone ever again). ✷ — rating: 18+. ✰ — note: this fic draws inspiration from the roman colosseum and society with a mafia. the reader in this fic is the leader of a gang, or a “sect” that inhabits a city and she is referred to as “the empress”. FULL FIC TO BE RELEASED OCTOBER 25.

p r o l o g u e .

the city held its breath when you fall ill. it's a fleeting illness, your aunt, who was left regent in the wake of your illness, announced. the empress will return to her duties as quickly as possible.

and then nothing happened for six months.

rumors spread. you'd died and your death was kept a secret to prevent rival sects from trying to steal territory; you'd been kidnapped for ransom and the "sickness" is a smokescreen. some spoke of treachery, but that's quickly hushed up. for who would dare betray the empress, the sweet little lamb of a girl who crowns her citizens with flowers?

your aunt was found dead in a pool, and you began to get better.

the city let out a relieved breath.

you began to appear in public once more. the city basked in your attention. all seemed to thrive. you kept the city secure under your watch, each entrance and exit under firm surveillance, guards on the corners of streets with guns at their hips, politicians carrying suitcases of powder, corrupt men and women entering your penthouse and never seen leaving.

"it's wrong," said choi bada to his brother. "she'll run our sect to the ground."

and once again the city held its breath as choi bada blew up your favorite temple.

war had begun.

choi san had no choice but to stand beside his brother. surely choi bada was right; he wouldn't steer san in the wrong direction. he wouldn't do the wrong thing.

temples crumble; public buildings were desecrated with bullets and blood. san got used to the feeling of fighting, of bruised muscles and blood staining his clothes; he got used to the feeling of wrongness, of feeling as if he was walking a dark and dangerous path of sin.

then choi bada was killed.

the empress, it is relayed to san as he was chained to a wall, was giving him a choice: die beside his treacherous brother or fight in the empress's arena for her forgiveness.

in the end the choice was easy. after all, san had been fighting for the past year of his life. what was one last battle?

the final body striked the ground, face having turned a violent mixture of red and purple, blood staining his mouth and teeth, and the crowd roared with approval. 

it was deafening. the screams and shouts of the crowd nearly drowned out the thundering of blood in san’s ear, his adrenaline shooting through his body like waves crashing down against rock. he couldn’t think. he couldn’t do anything other than stand there in arena, looking at the bodies littering the sand. 

“our winner!” declared a voice, loud and booming even without a microphone. the overseer moved into the arena, his clothes a bright, clean stain against the bloodied sand. he effortlessly wove around bodies to get to san. “our champion!”

the overseer grabbed san’s forearm. the other man’s hand was spotless against san’s skin, dirt and sand and sweat molded to flesh. san protested for a moment, instinctively pulling away. 

he had been fighting for as long as he could remember. touch meant hurt, and he had long stop expecting otherwise. 

the overseer laughed at san, lips twisted thin and wide. he grabbed at san again. “keep easy, pup,” he hissed out. “you’ve won the fight. congratulations. but you won’t win the battle if you keep trying to bite.”

san wanted to punch this man. he remembered how the overseer had introduced him, the sanke in wolf’s skin, the brother of the traitorous subordinate to the empress. he remembered the overseer glancing over him, loudly announcing that he’d do. 

san was just another pawn for entertainment to the overseer; to the crowd. he was just another puppy expected to sit and lay and play dumb. 

he’d been fighting for so long. who would fault him if he were to swing around and throw a punch into the overseer’s face? who’d disapprove if he were to slam the man into the ground, if he were to fucking drive his knee into his stomach? 

san made to draw back. he cast a wild look around, searching for something. instead of aid, his eyes caught on the large screen. for a split second he saw himself, feral and filled with hatred. then the screen switched, showing the empress. 

the empress’s lips were split in a smile, showing off the white of her teeth. she had her chin resting on her hand, watching; watching san.

“our champion!” the overseer yelled out once more. “the winner of our empress’s victory! choi san!”

the crowd’s praise grew to a frantic roar, rabid with their adoration. he couldn’t see them, the lights of the arena bright. they loved this, san knew; loved blood, loved fighting. it was a performance to them. it didn’t matter who was in the arena. they were all dispensable. 

what mattered who walked out. 

“to the empress,” said the overseer, moving his hand to clap san’s shoulder. his nails dug into san’s flesh. “she was most impressed by your little performance.”

san let the overseer direct him from the arena. the crowd was alight with awe, despite knowing san. well: despite knowing san’s brother. despite knowing that for the past year san had fought alongside his brother, war replacing the blood in his veins, soft words replaced by venom. 

none of that mattered anymore. none of it mattered now that san had won, had survived a fight against forty-nine others. he was blessed, the crowd saw now; blessed by the gods and to be blessed by the empress. 

he had punched and murdered and shot relentlessly in the name of his brother for the past year. and as the overseer bid the guard to open the gate separating the sands of the arena from the crowd, san realized he wouldn’t be expected to fight anymore. 

because that was why he had been fighting, wasn’t it? 

he was bound by blood to fight alongside his brother. even as he realized it was wrong – fighting for the sake of it, fighting for the sake of power was wrong. he had to stand beside his brother.

and now he was stepping from the arena, stepping from the sands of war and leaving behind bodies he had injured with his own hands. he realized he could leave it all behind. he walked in a prisoner, was walking out a winner. he won the empress’s crown; would wear the flowers of victory. 

his brother was no longer his ruler. 

now it was – 

“the empress,” the overseer began, speaking loudly into san’s ears as to be heard over the crowd. people reached out to press their fingers against san. he didn’t know why. he had been bathed before the arena, but it didn’t matter. he was covered in sweat and grime. he was bruised and scratched. 

someone pressed their fingers against san’s bicep. he flinched back, inadvertently pushing back into the overseer. the other man gripped san tight. “when you see the empress, you won’t look the empress in the eye. kneel at the empress’s feet. both knees, hands on the ground, forehead between. the empress will say your name. you will announce your wrongdoings and beg for forgiveness. if she forgives, you will earn the empress’s victory. don’t look at her. don’t say anything beyond what i have instructed you.”

the overseer directed san up the stands. there were all kinds of people: some wore tattered clothes; some suits, hair greased back; some industry uniforms. they were all youthful and vibrant beneath the arena lights. 

the empress and the empress’s court, as it were, were separated from the rest. the empress’s balcony overlooked the entire arena. only the elite within the gang – sect, san remembered, within the sect – were allowed to sit this far up, this near the empress. 

and it showed. they wore polished suits and glittering jewels. the holsters of guns were bedazzled and glimmering. instead of cans of beer, they held crystal glasses. these were the ones the empress trusted most – no, san corrected again. the empress doesn’t trust anyone. these are the ones that have gained, in one way or another, the empress’s approval. 

murderers and sellers; crooks and robbers. 

san was directed up a short staircase. he stepped foot onto the platform. the metal was covered in soft, lush rugs. incense was lit, overtaking the dusty air of the arena with a fragrant scent. it was purified; they were purifying the space. 

san’s eyes flitted over the rising smoke from the incense, and then he caught sight of the empress. 

caught sight of you. 

“eyes,” the overseer warned. 

san fixed his eyes onto the ground. the overseer guided him with a hand on the shoulder, steering him towards the center of the podium where you sat. once the overseer adjusted san so his shoulders were square with you, presumably, he dug his hand down onto san. san went, obediently, to his knees. 

his knees, bruised and raw from fighting, hit the soft carpet. san placed the palms of his hands down against the rug, his knuckles violently red from all the punching he had done, already swelling – and he placed his forehead down against the carpet. 

something settled the crowd, silence taking over and reigning. 

a voice broke through. “choi san,” you said, “younger brother to our dearest choi bada, of the formerly respected choi clan.”

your court tittered with laughter at the reminder of how far he had fallen. 

“no worry.” your voice neared. you had risen from your chair – your throne. “the man you were when you walked into the arena is no more. now you are before me, clean from your sins if you so wish. 

“tell me: choi bada spoke of treachery and murder, of annihilation of our precious sect; do you concur with your brother’s disastrous agenda?”

san spoke to the ground, but, he found, he was speaking from the heart. “no.”

two letters, one syllable. 

that’s all it took to renounce his brother, to turn his back on his brother’s corpse. 

“no,” you echoed. “yet you had fought alongside him. you had killed and burned alongside him. were you not his most trusted?”

san scraped his nails against the rug. “i was.”

you hummed. san thought he recognized the tune, but then it was gone just as he was able to reach out and catch the thread of it. “you could have chosen loyalty to this true emperor, as he proclaimed himself. my guard would have killed you alongside choi bada. and yet you entered my arena, fought, and won. you entered to leave your old life behind, yes? you entered to renounce your clan.”

“yes.”

“and so you will,” you said. “rise, choi san, and know that no hatred, no ill-will, will be held to you.”

slowly, as if you were a predator, a lion, and he were the prey, a mouse, san moved. he lifted himself from the bow. he did not stand. he remained kneeling, palms placed on the torn fabric stretching over his knees. san kept his face towards the ground. 

“let me see you.”

san thought back to the overseer and his warning: don’t look. he wasn’t to look at you. yet you were asking, were telling him to look. 

so san looked. 

[upsidedownwithsteve]

ATTENTION CAMPERS,

“fighting with a true love, is boxing with no gloves. chemistry ‘til it blows up, ‘til there’s no us. why’d I have to break what I love so much?”

- AFTERGLOW BY TAYLOR SWIFT

The drive was the same, if not quieter.

The roads hadn’t changed and maybe the trees were taller, but the sun was still too bright, too warm, a little mocking considering your mood. Your car was still shit and it still protested when you took corners too quickly.

The sign welcoming you into the forest was the same, a little weather worn, familiar and like home. The car park was emptier than usual, but then again, you’d never arrived this early before. Robin was by a delivery truck, hat on backwards despite the way she squinted into the sun to see you roll to a stop.

She grinned, waving but you saw the confusion there and your stomach dropped and twisted, that same awful feeling that had sat in the pit of your stomach for the last month.

Camp Upside Down seemed far too quiet when you finally opened the car door and set a foot on the old pine needles. Like something was missing.

“Hey,” Robin rushed in with a hug, warm and sweet. “You’re here early.” She gave that same frown, lips set into a confused smile as she looked through your windscreen, at the empty passenger seat. “Where’s Steve?”

You swallowed, the pit in your stomach opening up into a yawning thing, a wide open canyon that swallowed everything nice. It rolled, a storm between two cliffs and it made your bones ache. Acid touched your tongue and it only burned more when you tried to push it back down.

“Uh,” your voice broke, just a little, enough for Robin's eyes to widen. “We broke up.”

[diaryujin]

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 - 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍

summary: Sunghoon has never felt any spark in his heart, none of that silly love he’s read about in novels in his free time. No one interested him, and it wasn’t like his father, the king, would let him have friends, male or female, for fear of being betrayed or developing feelings for them. He lived a life of isolation, excited for nothing – neither the idea of being married to a pretty princess or becoming the next ruler of the Park kingdom. He most certainly did not expect you, his new guard, to change all that. He did not expect you to brighten his days and light up his heart.

includes: no warnings in the teaser!!

death, murder, war/battle, attempted murder (kinda), royal au, romanticized medieval setting of sorts, forced marriage/proposal, a lot of time skips so it moves somewhat quickly, more warnings will be added in the final oneshot

pairing: prince! sunghoon x guard! fem! reader

word count: 904

genre: angst

READ THE FULL FIC HERE !

Sunghoon was reading over some papers pertaining to the kingdom’s matters when he heard a knock on the door.

“Enter.”

One of the guards came in, before bowing upon seeing him.

“Sire, his Majesty wishes to see you.”

He nodded and set the papers in a neat stack. He then put them in a drawer and locked it for security. He then stood up and followed the guard, maintaining a neutral expression.

His mind was working much faster than normal though.

His father was very strict, and the slightest mistake meant an extremely harsh lecture. He flicked through his memories, trying to remember what he could have done wrong, and what he should say as his apology. 

He pursed his lips as a thought crossed his mind - was his recent trip to the colder regions made known to his father? He had gone for administrative work, but he couldn’t resist spending some time there ice skating, which the king always considered useless since it benefited only the person skating, not the country. He had done his best to keep it under wraps, but maybe one of the guards reported this to the king. Damn it.

He mentally slapped himself for using such crude language. Those were the words of peasants and did not suit a prince like him. Holy moly…buckling barnacles, great heavens…such lengthy words to express frustration, he thought. ‘Damn it’ was only two syllables.

As he snapped out of his reverie, he entered the Throne Room. His father was seated on the grand throne at the end of the airy space. The seats where the ministers sat were empty. Court was always in the morning, and it was probably lunchtime by now - the prince wasn’t sure. 

He stood a few feet away from his father. The guard bowed and left, and Sunghoon made eye contact with the old man in front of him. He didn’t seem angry, so the younger relaxed a bit, letting out a sigh.

“Why have you called me here, father?”

“I’ve received some proposals from other kings. They’ve sent me paintings of their daughters. A lovely selection of princesses, I must say.”

Sunghoon had to physically hold himself back from rolling his eyes.

“Father, I’ve already told you this. I am not ready for marriage and I am not interested in this topic.”

“Yes, but it’s good to start early. Maybe you’ll change your mind after-”

“I’m sorry to interrupt you Father, but why have you actually summoned me?”

The king narrowed his eyes at his son but didn’t say anything more about the topic.

“Well, I’ve decided to get you a personal guard. There have been many threats of attacks on the palace, so it’s better to take this precaution.”

“Interesting. Will he be with me all the time or-”

“She.”

“What?”

“Your guard is a female.”

To say he was shocked was the understatement of the century. His father? Hiring a woman? As his bodyguard? What if he-

“Are you serious?” “Yes. She is very capable and I’m sure she will protect and serve you well. I trust you to keep your relationship with her strictly professional.”

It wasn’t like he knew how to have a non-professional relationship with anyone outside of his family anyway.

“Yes, Father. Will she be with me at all times?”

“Indeed she will, except for when you are sleeping. At that time, she will stand outside your door and guard you.” “What about her food and sleep?”

“That is not your concern.”

“But-”

“Silence!”

He immediately bowed his head slightly as a sign of remorse for stepping out of line. This was going to be interesting, he thought. He had little to no interaction with women outside of his mother and sister, and the small talk he made with princesses and duchesses of other kingdoms was always awkward. Now he was having someone of the opposite gender, a woman, watching over him nearly 24/7.

He slowed down his train of thought. Why was he thinking like a teenage boy ogling over a girl? He was the crown prince, he was better than that. It was going to be a new experience, that was all.

“May I meet her now?”

“Of course. She’s arriving as we speak.”

Just then, the door opened, and you entered, a male soldier on either side. Sunghoon’s mouth opened and closed like a fish, but nothing came out of it. 

He was having a cultural shock of sorts. All the women he had met were all dainty, graceful and poised - the epitome of perfection. You, on the other hand, had an air of authority about you — rough and firm. A few scars were on your face, probably from battle. You bowed the full 90 degrees, and he could only respond with a small nod.

Oh fuck, you were gorgeous.

And he used foul language again. Stupid Sunghoon, he reprimanded himself.

He didn’t take back what he said, however. Your beauty wasn’t the type written in books or sung in ballads, but it had to be known to the world, somehow. He was almost tempted to write one himself. 

Hold on, why was he thinking all this? His father had just told him to not think anything about you that crossed the lines of professional, and thinking about how pretty you were was not within those lines.

“This is your new personal guard, Y/N.”

a/n: it kinda reads like ‘y/N iS nOt LiKe oThEr gIrLs’ in this bit but i swear that was not the intent! hoon (is a loser) has simply never had real interaction with women who aren’t royals, so pls don’t take it in that manner <3 this is probably going to be my longest oneshot yet, my motivation to write is not completely dead we cheered!!

there is a taglist for this oneshot, lmk if you want to be added on it in my asks!

[changisworld]

“Just don’t tell her” TEASER

Stepdad!Binnie x reader 🙈

Summary; You don’t get along with your mom since her & your fathers divorce since she cheated on him but luckily you got an easy escape when college rolled around. It’s now summer break & you head home, mostly to gather a few more of your things but also to use the pool in your childhood home’s backyard but you got more than you bargained for when you seen your moms new, younger boyfriend.

Binnie is 27, reader is 20.

This teaser isn’t exactly NSFW but the full version WILL have smut since that is what i write, MDNI.

⭑･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑

as you take a few swigs out of the practically empty wine bottle, finishing it off before putting it on the counter. As you do this, you hear footsteps come into the room, beginning to recognise the sound of it. You turn around & unsurprisingly but happy at who it is in front of you, changbin is in front of you, curly hair on show & now in a loose white tank top & some baggy black shorts & you need to make a genuine effort to not drool all over yourself. "Look at us, matchy matchy." you tease as you touch his strap of his top, you both let out a small chuckle. "Yup, got the inspo from you, think you wore it better than me though. You cold, hmm? Shoulda took the blanket with you." He teases back, making you look down & you see that your nipples are poking through your shirt, extremely noticeable. Your cheeks go cherry coloured as you look back at him. "Why you staring hm? Mom wouldn't be happy." He scoffs, hand reaching out to play with the ends of your hair, twirling it in his fingers, the silence a lot more comfortable than earlier despite the contact being a lot more intimate now. "Hey! Don't blame me, who wouldn't look hmm? so p- don't act as if you didn't do it on purpose." he says, voice low & deep. "what were you gonna sayyy? What if I wanted you to see? Never said this before but your arms are so big, holy shit." you smirk as you prodd at his left arm, softly grabbing & touching at it which gives him goosebumps. "Was just g'na call em perky is all. Imagine your mom heard you talking to her boyfriend like this." You roll your eyes, trying to not to show the affect he has on your words. "Imagine my mom hearing you talking to her daughter like this.. Afraid you chosen the wrong one hmm? Incase you somehow haven't caught on, I personally, would do anything to make her miserable." You have no idea where the confidence has came from but you don't second guess what you're saying. Your fingers leave his arm as you let your fingers trail up past his jaw & up to his hair, playing with it, at the same time Changbin pulls you in closer by the waist, sharing breath. "Never knew I could only make one choice.. Could correct myself one day but what would you offer me, y/n?" he says to you, a different look in his eyes than what was there earlier in the day. "Would need to just find out now, wouldn't you?" You snap back, leaning in just enough to wiggle your nose against his, not breaking eye contact. As you do this you hear footsteps upstairs & the bathroom door opening & closing which makes you both semi permanently snap out of it. He sighs before looking at the direction of the door then turning back to you, hands not moving. "We can finish this conversation later mkay? Wanna gimme a teaser though before I need to go?" he whispers to you & before you can stop yourself, you lean in & kiss him. It only lasts a few seconds but you know you can both feel some sort of weird connection between you both & you can't help but think & admire how soft his lips are, like mini cushions against your own. You both break away at the same time & he playfully ruffles your hair, messing it up before stepping away from you. "Goodnight, y/n." He says nonchalantly despite his cheeks & ears blushing like crazy before leaving the room, leaving you standing there, taking in what just hapened.

Full oneshot will be released 28/04/24 -> 29/04/24🤍

[won4kiss]

﹙ 🎬 ﹚ ────TO ALL THE BOYS I’VE LOVED BEFORE : TEASER

୨୧ SYPNOSiS. you and park sunghoon were inseparable growing up, close friends until high school changed things. when your best friend began dating him, you realized your feelings for sunghoon ran deeper than friendship. a letter you wrote a long time ago makes its way to park sunghoon, the boy you whom wrote the letter to. what will happen when he asks to fake date you? could you ignore your feelings or will this go horribly wrong.. INSPIRED BY TATBILB.

୨୧ GENRE. high school romance, fake dating, mostly fluff, very minimal angst.

୨୧ PAiRING. ex-bestfriend’s ex-boyfriend! park sunghoon x fem! reader, jock! sunghoon x smart! reader.

୨୧ EST WORD COUNT: 10K-12K.

୨୧ RELEASE DATE: OCTOBER 22ND, 2024.

୨୧ TAGLIST OPEN ‹𝟹 @mioons @nshmuras @suneng @pnghoon @shawnyle @laylasbunbunny @privareum @briefsaladfun @shawnyle @cyjzzl @sol3chu @txtlyn @d-dilemma @deezbin @pockyyasii @iluvnikism @wonsprincess @rikibwn @niawonn @nineooooo : COMMENT OR SEND AN ASK TBA.

OUT NOW.

PROLOGUE.

YOU STILL REMEMBER THE WAY SUNGHOON'S LAUGHTER USED TO FILL YOUR HOUSE.

the way the two of you could talk for hours without ever getting bored. back then, it felt like you and him against the world. best friends since you were kids, you never imagined that anything could come between you—until everything did.

it was the summer before high school, and everything was changing. you weren’t kids anymore, and that shift came with more than just growing pains.

when sunghoon started dating your best friend, karina, something changed between the three of you. you felt it the moment it happened, that gut-wrenching pull of jealousy, even though you told yourself it was irrational. they were happy together. and you were supposed to be happy for them. ── 𝖱𝖤𝖲𝖳 𝖡𝖤𝖫𝖮𝖶!

but you weren’t. not really.

that was when you started noticing things. like the way your heart raced whenever sunghoon smiled at you, or the way you felt a pang of disappointment when he chose to sit next to karina instead of you.

you couldn’t figure out when it happened, but you realized it was more than just a crush. you were in love with your best friend—and he was dating your best friend.

so you did the only thing you could think of. you wrote it all down.

late at night, when you couldn’t sleep, you poured your heart into a letter that you never planned to send. you wrote about how you’d always admired his determination and how you felt when he confided in you.

you wrote about how you hated the distance that grew between you two after he started dating karina. and finally, you wrote the hardest thing: how you loved him.

but you never sent it. you tucked the letter away, hiding it somewhere deep within your drawer, hoping that would be enough to bury your feelings.

it wasn’t. time passed, and things only got worse. sunghoon and karina broke up—badly. and instead of bringing the two of you closer, it pushed you even further apart.

karina stopped talking to you, and sunghoon…well, sunghoon became a ghost. you went from seeing him every day to barely exchanging glances in the hallway.

life moved on, but that letter stayed hidden in your drawer. untouched. forgotten.

until now.

LiBRARY | © won4kiss all rights reserved.

[violetsiren90]

The Light of Your Eyes | Mini Teaser

Pairing: best friend's younger brother!Changbin x f!Reader

Genre: one-shot; friends to lovers, smut and fluff; hurt/comfort

Summary: Can the gentle touch of an unexpected pair of hands on your body heal the wounds of your soul?

Content warnings (teaser only): fic will be 18+ (minors dni); kissing; embracing; age gap (consenting adults)

Drop date: Soon. Work is kicking my ass again, but this one is close to finished.

*Mood board images from Pinterest, poem is an original 💕

The sudden feeling of two strong arms snaking about your waist causes you to start, sloshing your water and smacking the back of your head into the man holding you. Hastily, you set your glass down and turn in his arms as he lets out a groan, one of his hands releasing you as it flies up to cup the front of his face in pain.

"Bin, oh my god! Are you okay? You scared me!" You chide with a chuckle as you reach up to push his hand away and brush the tips of your fingers across his nose. 

He pouts down at you and you smile.

"Does it hurt?" 

He nods.

"Kiss it better," he mumbles cutely.

You roll your eyes, but lift your lips to comply when suddenly he interrupts the motion with the soft press of his mouth to yours. It's slow and sweet, and you're struck all over again with how quickly you melt at his touch.

"Bin..." you whisper against his lips, "Bin, we shouldn't–"

"Let me show you, noona. How beautiful you are."

You still, eyes flicking up to his. They're dark and tender and pleading. You huff out a little shuddering breath.

"I...you don't have t–"

His arms hold you closer, gentle but insistent.

"Let me," he whispers, the tip of his handsome nose brushing over the dip of your cupid's bow. "Please. I want to."

You want it too, you find. You want his hands and lips and eyes all over you, bringing their warmth everywhere they meet your aching body.

Swallowing, your eyes drop to his lips.

Slowly, you nod, and move to take his mouth again with yours. 

"Yeah?" he murmurs, and you can feel his lovely little smile.

"Yeah, Bin," you breathe, as your eyes slip shut and your hands find the firmness of his chest. "...Yeah."

[heavenlyraindrops]

sneak peek!

i decided to finally start writing part three of “obsessed”

[kinardsevan]

teaser tuesday

finally coming back to this one because I've been thinking about it for days.

“I want to try,” Evan tells him softly, his lips nuzzling against Tommy’s pulse point, giving the smallest bite on it as his fingers trail down his boyfriend’s chest until they come to rest on the button of his jeans, fingertips grazed just inside of the denim. “Wait.” Tommy speaks softly to him, turning into Evan’s mouth to get him to let up as he grabs his wrist. When Evan pulls back, he lifts his hand from his back,  captures his chin in his fingers, looking him in the eyes. “I’m not stopping you,” he coaxes gently. “I just…I want us to be clear about what’s about to happen here.” He pauses for a moment, his head lolling as he looks back and forth between Evan’s eyes, and he can’t help the way his gaze fall to Evan’s lips. He’s developed a serious fondness for sucking on that pouty bottom lip. “I’m following your lead, Evan. All the way through.���  Evan exhales a shaky breath, and Tommy nods, rubbing his thumb in gentle circles over his wrist.  “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” Tommy tells him.  Evan slides his fingers out of Tommy’s jeans, and Tommy gently releases his wrist, expecting the situation to end. But Evan lifts his free hand and wraps it around Tommy’s neck, his fingers tangling in the curls at the base of Tommy’s skull. He leans into him, brushing his nose over the older man’s before kissing him fully.  “I know that,” Evan says breathlessly when they finally part. Still, for as nervous as he is, he leans back and looks at Tommy head-on. “And I’m ready. I want to do this with you.”

[etfrin]

language barriers — coriolanus snow | teaser | unedited

“What if desi reader and Coryo get in a fight so she starts cursing him out in native tongue and he gets turned on” — anonymous, inspired from this ask

Bengali! Desi! Reader x Coriolanus Snow ;)

writing this is so much fun lmao

[yearninqheart]

what kind of future (teaser)

If I could go back in time, rather than roughly but warmly, would I be able to let you go?

pairing: pansy parkinson x reader

word count: 0.8k (this teaser)

release date: TBD

series tags: fem!reader, gryffindor!reader, angst, some fluff, wlw, pansy pov, friends to something, more to be added as i finish writing this!

teaser warnings: self-doubt, mentions of worry for the future + meeting parents expectations, lemme know if i missed any!

notes: got in my feels and started writing pansy angst while listening to what kind of future instead of finishing that other reg fic my bad. anyways let me know if you’d like to be added/removed from my taglist and what you think of this pls and thank u <3

“Have you finally got your head out of your arse?” Draco asked as he took the seat across from Pansy. Quickly, she began to miss the quietness that filled the room prior to his presence. 

“Such a kind friend you are. I’m doing well, thank you.” Pansy rolled her eyes as she picked up her teacup, gesturing to the second one reserved for Draco before taking a sip of her tea. 

For a brief moment, silence filled the room as the two simply enjoyed their tea and snacks. From where they sat in the drawing room, the sound of running water from the b fountain in the garden outside helped fill the silence before one of them was ready to speak. Unsurprisingly, it was Draco.

“Have you told her yet?” 

Pansy wished she could play dumb. Told who what? But there was a reason she had invited Draco over today, and both of them knew it was not because she missed her best-friend. 

“Or have you finally realized it for yourself?” 

At that, she slowly nodded her head, her gaze casting downwards as Draco leaned back in his chair. “Do you plan on telling her anytime soon?”

She scoffed in response to this. “And then what?” 

“What do you mean ‘and then what?’. And then you can finally have your—painfully obvious—answer that’s what!” Pansy had opened her mouth to say something but Draco continued. “Don’t you even try to deny it, all of us can see it. I don’t understand how you’re doubting yourself even after so many of us have told you it’s not just you.” 

He was right, unfortunately. All of her friends have told her in one way or another to just go for it. They all claim to see the spark but all Pansy seems to see is the aftermath of everything that could possibly go wrong. His words hung in the air for a while before she finally spoke again. 

“I’m scared it won’t work out.” She finally admitted, eyes landing on her lap as she picked at her fingernails. “And if it's not because I mess it up then it’ll be because of my family. Draco you know how they are, remember how they reacted to Longbottom? And he’s a pureblood! How do you think they’d react to a muggleborn? I don’t want her to be dragged into this whole mess.” 

The reason why Pansy was always seen as reckless growing up was due to the knowledge that everything she ever had was always replaceable. She never had to worry about damaging or losing anything because she could always simply get it back one way or another. This however, would not be replaceable if something went wrong. 

“Don’t you think she also knows what could  happen?” Draco tried to reason. When she simply remained quiet, he continued. “ Pans, it’s been a year since your friendship with them changed whether you choose to acknowledge it or not. I think she knows what she’s getting herself into and is just being the off chance everything is fine. Don’t you also want this to work out?” 

Pansy scoffed, lifting her head up to look at him. “Of course I bloody do, what kind of question is that!”

Love was something she had pushed to the deepest edges of her mind but now appears to have flooded every inch of it, turning her into, per Draco’s own words one drunken night, a “tolerable person” which had earned him a shove at his shoulder. 

“Then why don’t you try?” 

“I’m not risking her!” Pansy exclaimed, suddenly jumping onto her feet causing a plate of scones to go flying across the room. “I can’t risk losing it all, not if there’s a chance it won’t work out.”  

Draco looked at his best-friend with a softened expression, watching her struggle to calm her breathing as she stood hunched over her chair, fingers tightly gripping the back of it as she tried to calm her racing mind and heart. 

In that moment, Pansy wonders if this was all even worth it. Physical objects her parents could care less about, but the future of their family name was a different story. They tolerated her mischievousness growing up but with her graduation in 2 years, her parents had become more firm on their expectations of her and unfortunately, her little songbird is not a part of them. Not in the way she would’ve liked that is.

 “But what if it does?” Draco was now suddenly standing on the other side of the chair, the feeling of his hand covering the tops of her seemed to pull her out of her head to finally realize he had moved. “It could work out for all you know, you won’t know unless you try.” 

He was right. What if it doesn’t mess up? What if she’s just overthinking everything? What if it would work out? 

But would that be a risk she was willing to take?

tagging, lmk if you wanna be added/removed: @with-love-anu @screennamealreadyused @retvenkos @princekooks

[aisclosed]

Missed the Mark ➶- y. jungwon x reader (TEASER)

SYNOPSIS: Everyone has a mark, of which the color and design is unique to only you and your soulmate. In the age of global connection where everyone employs every method possible to show off their mark in hopes of finding their soulmate, no one can understand why you keep yours under wraps. Jungwon doesn't need to see your mark to be convinced that you're meant to be his, but you're certain he's missed the mark.

GENRE: Soulmate! AU, ANGST plsplspls don't be fooled by the banner + some fluff bc it's me, how can I resist

PAIRING: non idol! Yang Jungwon x college student! reader

WARNINGS: mentions of death, mild cursing and suggestive language, guys i'm so serious this is angst pls don't be blindsided by the banner and expect only fluff

TEASER WORD COUNT: 1.3k EST. WORD COUNT: 10k? maybe shorter...

RELEASE DATE: to be announced!

TAGLIST: open! form here or send an ask to be added <3

a/n: surprise! I know everyone was expecting Slice of You but this has not been able to leave my mind so we shifted the schedule around a bit hehe hope no one's too disappointed <3.

Jungwon’s not sure if the pounding in his head is from the echo of the bass that reverberates in the crowded room or from the strain of his eyes as he scans the sea of students through the dusky haze. Each glimpse of what he thinks is your smile or the familiar movement of your hair sparks a flicker of anticipation which is snuffed as quickly as it’s lit. It’s easier to hide his frustration behind the rim of his plastic cup, the bitter aroma of beer flooding his senses.

This time Jungwon tips back his cup to find it emptied, a teasing two drops landing on his tongue, doing little to wash down the disappointment that lingers in his throat. “Gonna get another drink,” Jungwon mumbles to no one in particular, receiving a few murmurs of assent and curious glances thrown his way.

It’s unusual for him to even drink, much less at his own discretion without any pressure from his friends, but today Jungwon had nursed several drinks in his quest to locate you amongst the hordes of people. It shows in the way that he stumbles slightly, a warm buzzing under his skin that is definitely from more than just his headache.

The relentless booming of the music and the masses of bodies that press and brush against him is beginning to feel like too much. Jungwon decides to put a momentary pause in his search for you, weaving through the crowd until the backyard is in view.

Pushing through the patio door, the night greets him with a cool wind that nips at his cheeks, soothing Jungwon’s frayed nerves. The sounds of music and laughter fade into a muffled hum and he finally feels as if there’s enough air to fill his lungs.

Jungwon takes a precursory scan of the backyard, surveying the quiet groups and couples scattered across the lawn. His eyes are drawn to a solitary figure, widening as he realizes the very person he had been searching for had simply been sitting atop the grass the whole time.

Feeling the weight of someone’s gaze, you look up from your phone, locking eyes with Jungwon. You take in his stiff demeanor, stifling a laugh at his blown out expression, and Jungwon waves, meekly offering up an awkward smile.

You wave back teasingly, tilting your head in silent invitation and Jungwon finds himself already crossing the distance to sit down gingerly by your side. “Hey,” you greet him warmly, “how’s the party, you having fun? Certainly looks like it.”

For once, Jungwon’s grateful for the drinks that Jake presses into his hands at the start of every party. The alcohol can take the blame for his flushed cheeks, the way his tongue feels entirely too thick in his mouth and the way he stumbles slightly as he takes his seat. After all, he can’t exactly admit the reason for his flustered state is you.

“Party’s nice, just needed a little breather. It was getting to be a bit stuffy. What about you? What are you doing out here all alone?” Jungwon peers at you, trying his best not to come off as too invested.

“Wasn’t really feeling the whole dancing and socializing today, I really only came to appease Yizhou,” you chuckle, drawing your legs up to your chest and resting your chin on your knees. “I’m not exactly doing anything particularly interesting so don’t feel like you have to stay, but I definitely wouldn’t mind the company.”

You turn to look at Jungwon, the moonlight casting a soft halo on your head and his breath catches in his throat. “No, yeah I’ll stay. I like the company out here much better than inside anyways,” he replies breathily and you chuckle in response, shooting him a grateful smile.

A comfortable silence descends between the two of you, you watch your surroundings quietly and Jungwon watches you. He watches the way your eyes crinkle and dilate at the antics of your friends, the way your hair is blown gently by the wind, free strands dancing with the breeze to caress the contours of your face. Jungwon watches you in a daze, wondering if you also feel the same magnetic pull that tugs at his core whenever he’s in your vicinity.

The thought has his gaze automatically flickering down to your arm, the same familiar tan bandage affixed to your wrist. It’s almost torturous to know that a thin layer of fabric is all that prevents the confirmation that Jungwon wasn’t insane for the way his heart jumped at the thought of you, that you were his other half.

“You can ask, you know. I don’t bite.”

Jungwon jolts, looking up from where he was transfixed onto your skin and meeting your amused glance. “Oh- I wasn’t. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to stare.” Jungwon babbles, his cheeks heating at being caught in the act.

You merely laugh, bumping shoulders with him, “Seriously Jungwon it’s okay. We’ve been friends for a bit and you’ve never been nosy or pushy. If anything I’m surprised you haven’t asked sooner.”

“I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Jungwon rubs at his neck sheepishly but you roll your eyes, nodding at him encouragingly to ask. “Why do you cover your soulmate mark?”

You hum in satisfaction, “When you first meet someone, especially someone around your age, what do you do?”

Jungwon pauses, tilting his head in contemplation,” I usually check for their soulmate mark,” he responds slowly.

“Exactly, before anyone even thinks to ask for my name, what they check for first is my mark. That’s enough for them to make their judgment on whether or not I’m worth their time. And trust me I don’t fault them, I get it, everyone wants to find their soulmate, but I just want people to look at me and see me, not my mark.” You give a sharp laugh, hands raking through your hair, “I guess it’s kind of back firing, because everyone cares too much about me covering it, but at least it's a talking point.”

“No, that makes a lot of sense, but I get why people are curious too, people are usually dying to get their mark out there, it’s odd to have someone be doing the opposite. Just last week I had someone in my econ class pay hundreds of dollars to promote his instagram post to find his soulmate.”

“People are ridiculous,” you snort with a shake of your head. Jungwon nods in agreement but internally he thinks he would gladly empty his bank account if it meant he could guarantee he found his soulmate.

“Y/N?” Jungwon starts hesitantly and you look at him expectantly, urging him to continue. “Are you not worried about missing your soulmate? What if you meet them one day and they don't realize it's you because your mark’s covered?”

The bright grin on your face falters for a split second and Jungwon curses his big fat mouth; maybe he had crossed the line, he should’ve stopped while he was ahead.

It's like you can detect the regret rolling off of Jungwon in waves, so your expression forcibly lightens, but your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes the way they did before.

“Well if that ever were to happen, I’d hope that my soulmate would still get a feeling about me,” you say softly, before shifting to a playful tone. “After all, if they’re truly meant to be my other half, they wouldn't be one hundred percent reliant on a mark, yeah? Surely there's a little bit more to like.”

“Yeah of course, there’s tons to like,” Jungwon says quietly, looking away with flushed cheeks when you look at him in amusement. You were right, if your soulmate really was the one person in the world who was meant to be perfect for you, there would undoubtedly be more of a sign than just the mark on their wrist.

With your knees knocking gently into his own, and the subtle heat of your body radiating into his side, Jungwon can’t help but think that maybe the feeling swirling in the pit of his stomach is evidence enough.

a/n: this teaser is from the middle of the story which is a bit odd but hopefully not too confusing dsjahdj . lmk what u think!!

taglist: open! form here or send an ask to be added <3

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[upsidedownwithsteve]

Something was wrong.

“Hey,” you’d greeted him warily, hands out to reach him, pushing on your toes to kiss his cheek.

He’d caught you off guard when he turned, your lips skimming over his skin until his mouth met yours with a neediness you hadn’t expected. His nose was a hard press to your cheek, his hand squeezing yours like he was scared you’d disappear, his breath mixing with your kiss in a huff that seemed full of an emotion you really couldn’t place.

“Steve?” You whispered when he eventually pulled back, gaze heavy and brows knitted together. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

He tugged gently on your hand then, taking a step back. “Let’s go sit out back, yeah?”

MEET ME IN THE AFTERGLOW | COMING JUNE