#oneus leedo x reader

[mo-notmoe]

I got to see Oneus last week and it was definitely LIT 😏

I really regret not buying one of the little plushy keychains of these guys tho....

[leedosbunnyboy]

ONEUS x Male Reader

most to least likely:

rimming

most:

Hwanwoong

Seoho

Keonhee

Xion

Leedo

least:

Leedo:

Leedo is not a fan. He’ll let you do it if you truly insist, but he doesn’t enjoy it. He finds it uncomfortable and not pleasurable. It would take so much convincing to even get him to agree to let you do it the first, and almost impossible for any time after. He finds rimming to be a loss of his pride, even if he’s the bottom in your relationship.

Xion:

Xion will let you do it if you want to, but he has to be in the right mood as he doesn’t get much pleasure from it. He finds it rather ticklish, but seeing you enjoying yourself is more than enough for him.

Keonhee:

Keonhee likes it. It wouldn’t be his first choice, he’d rather get head or simply fuck, but he enjoys it when it happens. Whether he’s the top or the bottom, he has no qualms about bending over and showing off his tight, pink hole for you.

Seoho:

You don’t even need to ask him twice. As soon as you say you want to rim him, his pants are off and his ass is spread. He LOVES feeling you tongue prod against his rim. Depending on how much of a dom he is, he’ll often reach back and force your head deeper into his ass. And yes, he does love riding your face.

Hwanwoong:

Let’s act shocked that he’s the most down to have a tongue in his ass. Hwanwoong loves anything to do with his hole. Whether you want to breed him until sunrise or eat him out all night, he doesn’t care. He loves riding your face. If you want to eat his ass, he’ll drop whatever he doing to ditch his pants and spread his ass for you. He loves if you’re rough with him, folding him in ways only his flexibility will allow just to devour his tight rim.

[sxcret-garden]

Leedo ღ Beautiful [M]

ღ Oneus Leedo x fem!reader ღ words: ~2k ღ genre: comfort, soft smut (soft dom!Leedo, fingering, praise, mirror sex, he calls reader princess) ღ warnings: reader has a negative body image

Desc.: When you’re getting ready to attend an event you’re supposed to wear a dress to, you find yourself being unable to look at yourself in the mirror. Hating to see you hating your body like this, your boyfriend Gunhak takes a chance to try to convince you that you’re just fine the way you are.

You’re standing in front of the mirror, and no matter how many times you let your eyes scan the reflection of you in the mauve colored dress you’re wearing, you fail to find the voice of confidence within you that tells you you look just fine in it. You hate everything about it - the way your hips look too big under the fabric, the way the dress makes your stomach appear bigger, the way your arms and legs aren’t hidden in the comfort of a sweater and wide pants, and in general how it’s wrapped around your body so tightly. You can suddenly see all the things you avoid to look at usually, and now you’re even expected to go out like this in just under an hour and have everyone else see what you don’t want to show them. 

The background noise of your boyfriend taking a shower in the bathroom next door stops, and the sudden silence reminds you to try and pull yourself together. You’re not supposed to be doing this. He knows how self-conscious you are about the way you look, so he made you promise not to obsess over it beforehand, and now that you’re doing it anyway you feel incredibly guilty. That, on top of this tiny pestering voice at the back of your head that keeps telling you how ugly you are, is making you not want to go to tonight’s event and instead bury yourself in wide pajamas and a heap of blankets, rewatching your favourite movie or listening to music all night. It really doesn’t matter what it is - so long as it drowns out your thoughts and the world around you.

“Have you seen my-” Gunhak stops abruptly in the doorway when he sees you frowning at the big mirror in your bedroom. “Y/N,” he sighs your name, and you can find a hint of worry in his expression as you turn your head to look at him. You fake your best smile, even though you know it’s too late.

“What do you need?” you ask, in hopes he would simply say what he came here for, but instead he shakes his head and walks inside, not wearing anything on top.

“My shirt,” he explains as he comes to a halt behind you and he puts his big hands on your shoulders. They’re still damp from the shower. “I was looking for my shirt. Are you okay?”

“Sure…” you answer, refusing to look at neither his face nor the mirror.

“I can tell you’re not,” he dissents, slightly shaking his head. “Is it about the dress?” You feel like you’ve been caught red-handed, and for a moment anxiety rushes through your body.

“I-… I’m fine…” you say it in a way that makes it obvious not even you believe your own words. Gunhak sighs in resignation, and his shoulders relax a bit as he gives your figure a thorough look. You can tell he’s trying to figure out how to cheer you up, so you interrupt his thoughts before he can even start talking.

“It’s alright,” you say, spinning around now, so you can face him properly. “I’ll just not go.”

“Huh?” He sounds upset. “Why would you say that? Weren’t you looking forward to tonight?”

“Not anymore. Not like this… not when I hate the way I look so much.” Your voice grows smaller as you go on talking, and eventually tears well up in your eyes. You do everything in your might to bite them back and to keep yourself from crying, but when your boyfriend wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, you hit your limit. You start sobbing while he lets you rest your head against his chest, caressing your hair in a soothing manner.

“Why do you even love me?” you eventually wail. “Someone like you shouldn’t settle for someone so ugly.” He immediately grabs you by the shoulders, tearing you out of the embrace to intently look at you instead. 

“Why would you say such a thing?” There is warmth in his voice, but in a way he also sounds like he’s scolding you. “I love you, including the way you look-”

“But haven’t you seen me?!” you cut him off, crying even harder now, and then you spread your arms to make him look at your entire being. “Who would want me like this?!" 

"Stop that.”

“I’m fat and ugly and I have literally nothing to give!”

“I said stop,” Gunhak repeats, but you simply yell at him a bit louder.

“Why would you even date someone like m-” He grabs your face with both hands, and before you can register what’s going on, he brings you in to smash his lips against yours in a kiss to shut you up. He kisses you somewhat forcefully, but still with a lot of love, and in the end you feel yourself relax a bit.

“I’m dating you because I love you,” he tells you after parting from you, and you can still feel his warm breath on your skin as he talks. “You’re more than your body or your weight or whatever you don’t like about your appearance.” You feel the need to say something, like you’re supposed to thank him, but your words get stuck in your throat and you merely glance to the side abashedly.

“And also,” Gunhak adds, his tone soft, “in my eyes you are very beautiful. Every line of you…” he lets his fingers dance from your cheek to your collarbone - “And every curve…” - and along your side until his hand rests on your hip. “They’re all very beautiful to me.” He looks you in the eyes and there’s a serious expression on his face, but at the same time his gaze is filled with warmth, and it makes your chest fill with that same warmth too. And then he leans in closer, and when you shut your eyelids he places one more gentle kiss on your lips, whispering, “I want to show you how beautiful you are.”

You nod at him, because at this point there’s nothing else you can do. You already feel yourself at his mercy, being unable to escape the grip he has on you with his words like a soothing balm to your heart, and the way he looks at you so fondly, gaze dripping with honey. He reaches behind you to unzip your dress, and with as much effort as it took you to force yourself to put it on, with as much ease does it glide down your body and fall to the floor now. Gunhak wraps his arms around you wholly, and he pulls you close. Skin against skin, his body heat wraps itself around you, and as you separate he doesn’t hesitate to press his lips against yours. He kisses you slowly at first, but soon the desire takes over, and he deepens the kiss, leaving you breathless. You feel him unclasp your bra, and you willingly let him rid you of that as well, and eventually your last piece of clothing comes off too. 

“Turn around, baby,” he says, and immediately there is fear rushing through your body. Your eyes widen, but he shakes his head. “Trust me. I want to show you how beautiful you are.” Not quite having gathered your courage you gulp, and then you do as told anyway, and as soon as your reflection in the mirror comes into sight, you instinctively look away. Gunhak has his hands rested on your shoulders, and he places a kiss right beneath your earlobe. “I love you,” you hear him whisper, and you enjoy the ticklish feeling of his fingertips dancing down your back. “And I love the way you look.”

“Why…?” you mumble, still not daring to let your eyes meet the mirror.

“What?” He lets out a short laugh. “What do you mean, why? I just do. You’re beautiful to me.” Then his hands land on your hips, and he gives them a gentle squeeze. “And sexy.” He kisses a trail down the side of your throat, and when he lets one of his hands slip between your legs to run his nails up the inside of your thigh, you quickly shut your eyes. Heat arises in the pit of your stomach, and you feel a need for him to touch you. But you don’t dare ask for it, so instead you wait for his next move. You sigh when his lips continue to work their magic in your neck, letting yourself lean against his bare chest. And then, finally, you feel him pressing a finger to your core, dragging it up your folds, and you whimper at the friction. He lets his fingertip draw figure eights on your clit, and for a while you simply enjoy the feeling, until Gunhak calls out your name.

“Y/N,” he says, voice raspy and filled with warmth, “open your eyes.”

“Don’t wanna…” you protest, and when your boyfriend dips a finger inside you, but pulls out again right away, you whine.

“Do it. I’ll show you when you’re the most beautiful to me,” you hear him whisper darkly in your ear, and you dare to glance at your reflection through one eye. However, your gaze immediately gets drawn to Gunhak’s face in the mirror, and the look he gives you, his eyes focused only on you. 

“You’re doing well,” he whispers. When he pushes his finger back inside as a reward, you moan, and he starts slowly pumping it in and out of you. “That’s my beautiful princess.” His words may not be able to change your mind about your body forever, but at least they’re melting away your doubts for now. And so you take a deep breath before looking at your reflection, and you see the way your body fits so perfectly into his arms. Your eyes follow his other hand as it comes up to your chest, covering your hard nipple to gently squeeze it, and another moan falls from your lips at his touch. You see yourself, and maybe it’s because the need for an orgasm is clouding your mind, but for the first time in a while you don’t hate looking at your body. You whimper when suddenly you feel his teeth graze your neck, nibbling on the skin in an attempt to suck a mark into it. Then he adds another finger, and his movements become faster, leading you to moan his name.

“You like that?” he asks, and you nod strongly, pushing your hips forward a bit.

“More…” you mumble.

“You want another finger?”

“Y-yeah…” And again you whimper when he gives you what you asked for, and the way he fills you up feels so good, along with the image in the mirror of him fingering you suddenly making you unable to take your eyes off your reflection. 

“You see how beautiful you are like this?” he asks.

“Y-yeah…” you answer again, having to admit to yourself that you kind of like seeing what he’s doing to you from this perspective.

“I’ll show you what’s even more beautiful.” Gunhak’s voice rings in your ears as he presses his thumb against your clit. Curling his fingers inside you while also stimulating your sensitive bundle of nerves, you can feel your high approaching faster. “Look at yourself, babe,” he orders, and you do, until the pleasure gets too much and you shut your eyes tightly.

“I-I’m gonna cum…” you whine, and you earn a hum of approval from him. You can feel his chest vibrate against your back, and he holds you tight while his fingers are bringing you to your high. You cry out when your orgasm hits you, and as you’re coming down from it, your boyfriend makes sure to keep you steady on shaky knees. Eventually he sits you down on your bed and he grabs some tissues to clean you up.

“Do you wanna give the dress another chance?” Gunhak asks after picking it up off the floor and sitting down next to you with it in his hands. He leans in to place a kiss on your temple, adding, “Or should we get you something more comfortable to wear?”

[xhfics]

Can I request a leedo smut (hard thought or scenario) where he manhandles you into different positions

(if you want could you add the reader having their legs on his broad shoulders aswell🤭)

Actually I believe this man has a safe word even for manhandling?! He's a patient guy but if you tease him too much or for too long, he lifts you over his shoulder and takes you to the bedroom immediately. As long as you haven't said the specific word, he'll intensely make out with you. He'll have his hands all over your body, groping and squeezing every inch of you. Your clothes? Off in a second. Underwear? Might have to buy new ones. He'll put you in the exact posture he needs you to be in and he's not afraid to hold you in that position for as long as he wants. I do think having your legs overheated his broad shoulders is one of his favorite positions!! He can fuck you so deeply that way, and be so close to you.

[darlingsaybonvoyage]

Leedo x GN!Reader : Scare

A/N: just silly, very loosely based on real events that didn't happen to me

[huihuiheart]

A Secretary's Secret - Oneus - Leedo

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Pairing: Boss! Geonhak x Secretary! GN Reader

Summary: Things between you and your boss are more than just professional. Even if it's on the down low.

Warnings: Implied Sex, Dirty talk, Light Sir Kink

Word Count: 704

Being Kim Geonhak’s secretary was not an easy job, especially during the company's busy season. Originally the company had started off as a large event planning company, but due to the world scene, they had to evolve. Which is what Geonhak had ensured they did. Now you even coordinated small events, right now the holiday events were stocking up too. Mostly clueless boyfriends who knew what their girlfriend liked, yet not how to present it to her or surprise her with it. Which is exactly where your company stepped in. Using the preferences and requests someone sent in you put together the perfect thing and delivered it right to their door, during the times they said it was safe to do so without ruining the surprise. Or in some cases, your workers had slipped inside while the couple was out to set up the perfect layout at home for a perfect romantic evening. 

Due to the rush, you and Geonhak both had been making a lot of trips to the office floor and production team on the ground level. Usually together for a meeting or information, but occasionally you’d have to man something yourself...unfortunately making you more like a management figure during this time. Now is one such time. 

“Yes, I understand that. However, we have events piling up on everyone. Resolve the issue as quickly as possible, and if you can’t find a solution then send it to the complaints department and move on. We don’t have time for this right now.” You tell one of the employees while taking the files that you currently could. Turning around to find Geonhak wearing a lazy smirk as he watches you, “Oh, sorry sir. I didn’t see you there. Is there something I can do for you?”

“I was just coming to make sure you were still here. We have that meeting and I wanted to be sure we were both ready for it.” He responds leading the way towards the elevator, “ You’re the most beautiful person in the room you know...you look especially hot when you take charge like that.”

His whisper sends shivers down your spine as you both enter the empty elevator, waiting for it to close the two of you in there alone before responding, “Well,  I can’t stop thinking about you. No matter how hard I try, you’re always on my mind.”

“Oh? Last night wasn’t enough for you? And here I thought I’d sated you at least for the day little girl.” Geonhak’s smirk is growing, you can hear it in his voice. Though it disappears when he meets your gaze, drinking in the look your eyes hold, “ That’s unfair. You know I can’t resist when you look at me like that.”

“But sir... I want you so badly it hurts.” You whine softly, knowing you’d already had him hooked. It was hard for him not to get wrapped around your finger throughout the day with the way you constantly called him sir, practically purring out the honorific as if that alone was your job.

Geonhak chuckles darkly, slipping his arm around your waist to pull you close knowing that you didn’t have a lot of time left before the elevator arrived at your destination, “When we get off, make sure everything looks good for the meeting one last time and then join me in my office...I’ll be waiting.”

As impatient as you are, you know how important that meeting is. In particular, during a busy season like you’re currently having. You can’t bring yourself to be selfish if it might sabotage that, so you follow his directions and ensure everything is ready as quickly as possible, while still being efficient, before joining him.

Geonhak licks his lips at the sight of you, already slipping his belt off, to waste no time before getting started, “Watching you cum is so hot......I wonder how many times I could get that view before we have to make the meeting.”

His words have you whimpering, squirming under his fiery gaze looking for relief, but he tsks in disapproval of something you’ve done.

“Ssh, we gotta be quiet....wouldn’t want anyone to walk in and find out our little secret now hm?”

[starry-nights-garden]

Oneus Reaction ✧ You shutting them up with a kiss

✧ Oneus all members x gn!reader ✧ genre: fluff, reaction ✧ warnings: none

Seoho: 

you can see something’s bothering him when you meet him that day

he tries his best not to show it and to pretend he’s alright (which he isn’t very good at dhhdhd)

and he notices that you’re about to call him out on it, so he begins to ramble about some random topic 

so you just sit there, a little caught off guard, but you watch him awkwardly trying to distract you from his bad mood for a few minutes

until you decide it’s enough, and you lean in to give him a kiss

he’s rendered speechless and frozen up as he tries to process what just happened

so you simply kiss him again and as he puts his hand on your waist to pull you closer, kissing you back, he seems to accept that this is simply what you’re doing now

after a while, you part, and you take his hands into yours

“Now tell me what’s up with you.”

finally, he gathers the courage to tell you honestly about what’s bothering him

Leedo: 

you were trying to prepare dinner for him to surprise him with after a long day of work 

the emphasis here is on trying

because you somehow manage to completely fuck up the dish to the point it neither looks anything like what it’s supposed to, nor very edible

your boyfriend comes home to a mess of a kitchen and you in a panic, because there wasn’t enough time left to try again

instead of at least thanking you for your efforts, he immediately begins to scold you in that way where he does his best to keep his voice soft but you can unmistakably tell that he’s pissed off

and it’s not like you wouldn’t appreciate him telling you what you did wrong and what to watch out for the next time you try cooking this dish, but at that very moment you just really don’t want to hear it

so you kiss him to make him shut up

he’s obviously confused now and he immediately goes over to complaining about how you can’t just do that

however, when you keep kissing him he will give in and relax eventually, and you can convince him to simply order takeout food tonight

Keonhee: 

you and your boyfriend had been planning a weekend trip for months

however, when the time of the trip finally comes, he has to realize that he got sick

it’s only a cold, but you decide that it would be smarter to postpone the trip in case his condition gets worse

now obviously he’s frustrated because of that

so he keeps apologizing to you for getting sick and for not being more careful etc etc

like, he feels so sorry that you start feeling sorry too djhdjdx

he rambles on and on about how he really wanted to enjoy this weekend with you, how he wanted to go get good food with you and have a lot of fun and so on

not being able to watch him in this pitiful state anymore, you simply press a kiss onto his lips

he shuts up immediately, and just kisses you back

you tell him that it’s okay and that he shouldn’t beat himself up over it in between kisses, even though you’re sure he already got your message without you having to spell it out for him

and then eventually you just make out until you’re both feeling better

the trip gets postponed by a few weeks, and when you can finally go on your well deserved holiday, he makes sure to make it unforgettable for you

Hwanwoong:

you’re both at his place, currently taking a break from playing a game together and so you’re just lounging on the couch while eating snacks

he’s still talking about the game you just played

that’s when a glance at your boyfriend’s lips moving as he speaks sparks the desire to kiss him

you just want to know what happens and maybe you shouldn’t have been so curious about it

because now that your kiss has interrupted his rambles, he’s turning it into a challenge

he quickly presses a short kiss on your mouth, grinning at you playfully when he pulls back

you’re surprised by his reaction, but you don’t dislike this game he’s starting, so you reach out for his collar and pull him into the next kiss

you give each other playful kisses back and forth, until you’re both giggling messes, foreheads pressed together

“What was that even just now?” you wonder out loud, and Hwanwoong gives you another dramatic smooch

“I dunno. You started it?”

you go back to gaming after that, but now you’re sitting closer beside each other, to the point your upper arms touch (and you can always softly elbow the other in the side to make playing the game properly more difficult for each other lol)

Xion:

you’re out on a date with him and you’ve settled down in a cute café nearby

you’ve known something’s up with him ever since you first saw him that day, but now that you’re all seated, he finally begins to talk

he’s a bit hesitant to complain, but what you get from his rambles is that his brother did something to annoy him, but says Dongju is the annoying one instead

your boyfriend is clearly upset, and usually you can somewhat reason with him, but today he just won’t calm down

even when you try to explain to him that the situation is probably resolved easily if they talk about it again, he wants to hear none of it

however, not wanting to spend the rest of the day with a sulky boyfriend, you figure you should try something else to cheer him up

and so, when he keeps ranting about how unfair he thinks this all is, you get an idea

you lean across the table and you press a feathery light kiss onto his lips, immediately shutting him up

he’s blushing and he’s clearly embarrassed now

struggling to find his words, he eventually just gives up on agonizing over the fight with his brother

instead, he now keeps urging you on to go home sooner during the entire date (you know he just wants more kisses from you in the comfort of his own home)

[faes-land]

Day 6 - Seoho

Pairings: Seoho x Female Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 921

Warnings: Mutual Masturbation

Spicy

When your boyfriend proposed this idea to you, you weren’t quite sure if you would enjoy it. But, once both of your clothes were off, you were glad you agreed to this. 

You moaned as Seoho teased your thighs, inching closer and closer to where you ached for him. His hands slowly crept up your legs, making you grow impatient with each passing second. “Seoho, please,” you whined. Your own hand went down his bare chest, making his breath hitch as you went lower and lower. 

He chuckled. “You’ll get what you want,” he teased before his finger was now on your slit, moving it slowly. You moaned loudly, enjoying his slow movements a little too much. Seoho liked to tease you, and either you went along with it or he would stop. And you definitely did not want him to stop. 

Your own hand was now wrapped around Seoho’s cock, stroking him just as slowly. The look on his face was something that you wanted to keep in your mind forever. He looked so good when you’d please him; he was gorgeous. You loved that he was all yours. 

Seoho’s thumb was now on your clit, applying pressure as he slowly slid his fingers inside you. You were soaking, so it was easy for his fingers to be deep inside you. Your hips bucked into his hand, instantly showing him how much you were enjoying this. When he had offered for you two to do this, you definitely weren’t sure what to expect. But now that you were doing it, you were so glad that he brought up this little idea. 

His fingers were moving a bit faster, and you had moved your hips so that they could go as far in as they could. He was making you feel so good that you almost forgot you were pleasing him too. Your thumb was on his slit, tracing his sensitive head. “Just like that,” He moaned, his eyebrows were scrunched together. You leaned closer to him and began to pepper his neck with kisses. He groaned as you quickened your pace on his cock. 

You wanted to desperately to give him what he deserved, but when the tip of his fingers hit that spongy spot inside you, you stopped your movements on him. “Seoho-” you choked out and he chuckled breathlessly. His touch was something else - he always knew how to have you crumbling in his hands. Tonight was no exception. His other hand was on your breast, kneading it and teasing your nipple with his thumb. 

The extra stimulation went straight to your core, and you could feel that you were getting close to your orgasm. Seoho kissed you, it was sloppy and needy. Fitting for how you were both feeling in this moment. Both yours and Seoho’s breaths were ragged and you were both getting closer to your orgasms. 

You were enjoying his way too much and Seoho could tell based on how you were responding to his movements. He enjoyed knowing that this was giving you as much pleasure as it gave him. He admired your body as you moved with his hands. His thumb was now moving faster on your clit, matching the pace he had set with his fingers. He curled them inside you and that’s when you felt it. That familiar knot in your stomach was making itself known. “I’m so close,” you whined. 

Seoho smirked, “Go ahead,” He said before attaching his lips back to yours. He kissed you as you rode out your ogasm. The waves of pleasure hitting you full force and Seoho drank in your moans. Your hand was still on his cock, losing its rhythm, but he didn’t care. He was getting off because of you and how beautiful you looked to him when you came. 

He slowly removed his fingers from inside you and you hissed at the loss of contact. But that was okay, you knew what you needed to do now. You collected yourself and concentrated on pleasing your beautiful man. You moved your other hand so that you could massage his balls as you quickened your pace. You wanted to please him as much as possible, so you went back to kissing on his neck. His neck was very sensitive and you knew it would help make him come. Any extra stimulation you could give him, he happily took. 

Seoho let out a few moans, and you felt proud of yourself. His moans were music to your ears as you kept up your movements. His breathing was becoming even more labored and you could tell he was close by the way that his hips bucked into your hand. Your thumb went back to his slit that was dripping with precum now, spreading it around his head, paying attention to his that spot under where he was the most sensitive. “Y/N,” he said, warning you that he was close. 

You pulled away from his neck and looked up at his face. Seeing his features be contorted in pleasure was enough to make you want to stop what you were doing and have him fuck you. But, he was so close and you wanted to watch him come undone in your hands. 

And he did just that. 

After a few more strokes, his orgasm took over his body. His hot cum landing on his stomach. Seoho looked down at the mess on his skin before pulling you in for another kiss. “Thank you for indulging me,”

[mirisss]

Droplets of Water & Love

Oneus OT5 x fairy! afab! reader

Wordcount ≈ 1.6k

Warnings: slight anxiety, kind of stalking but not with malicious intent, I think that’s it

Thank you for the request! I hope you like it! 

Third Person POV

Living a double life that transcends between the normal and what could only be seen as an imaginary world, is difficult. (Y/n) appears completely human, however, that is far from the truth. (Y/n) is a fairy. A water fairy to be precise. She sneaks out of the home she shares with her five boyfriends, Seoho, Geonhak, Keonhee, Hwanwoong, and Dongju, also known as the idol group Oneus, every morning not returning until late at night. At the beginning of the relationship, the boys didn’t notice (Y/n) leaving early and returning late because, well, they did the same thing, considering their job.  However, after a whole year of being together, the boys began noticing some things, (Y/n) left early every single day, never having a day off it seemed, returning in the afternoon, completely drained of energy, whenever they asked about her job she just answers with something vague, and things like that. Because of this, the boys decided to follow (Y/n) one morning when they had a day off from their idol work.  

(Y/n) got up at 5 am, got dressed, and left the apartment. The five members of Oneus quickly got up as soon as the door closed. All of them were already dressed so they could follow (Y/n). Soon enough, (Y/n) turned into an alleyway that led nowhere, the boys sneaked around the corner to find (Y/n) standing with her back towards them just staring at a wall. The alleyway was dark but something seemed to be glowing around (Y/n)’s hands. The five boys tried to quietly walk closer to their girlfriend, which went well until Dongju stumbled on a rock, making a loud bang with his foot as he found his balance. The ruckus made (Y/n) turn around as she was surprised by the sound. (Y/n) was scared that whoever had made the noise was a drunkard or something, she was slightly at ease when she saw her five soulmates but then she became nervous. 

“What are you guys doing here?” “We wanted to see what you do for your job but whenever we asked you never answered,” Keonhee began, followed by Hwanwoong. “So we kind of decided to follow you, sorry,” “I mean, I guess, it’s okay. It’s my fault for not telling you, it’s just, you see, the thing is… um it’s kind of hard to explain,” (Y/n) wasn’t sure how to bring up the fact that she wasn’t exactly human, she was a fairy, and her job was collecting morning dew and other water droplets for her village so that other fairies could distribute the water. On days when she wasn’t working she visited her family, she didn’t get to see them much so if she mentioned visiting her family around the boys they would surely want to come with her. 

“(Y/n), whatever it is you can tell us,” Seoho said as he took a step closer to (Y/n). “It’s really weird and complicated and I don’t know, I’m scared, I guess,” “What are you scared of? I mean when we first met we seemed sketchy and stuff because we couldn’t tell you about our soon-to-be debut and everything,” Geonhak said. “Just one question, do we have to be in this alleyway for this?” Dongju asked with a small chuckle. “We kind of do,” (Y/n) answered, nerves and something close to shame on her face. 

“Okay, promise to hear me out before you walk away?” “We promise,” Geonhak answered. “We would never just walk away from you, no matter what,” Hwanwoong said as he put a loving hand on (Y/n)’s shoulder, all the boys giving her encouraging smiles. “This is going to sound crazy, but I’m a fairy,” And so (Y/n) explained what she was and what she was doing for work, the boys stood there, at first thinking (Y/n) was just joking with them but as she continued explaining everything she also showed them a bit of her magic. 

“I can’t do as much in my human form but I can do this,” The five idols watched in awe as a baby blue light emitted from the girl's hands, small sparkles danced around her and the five of them. Soon a strong light blinded them, once they opened their eyes, the world around them seemed much bigger. They all spun around, not understanding what was happening. After a few seconds, Dongju laid eyes on (Y/n). Translucent blue wings on her back, her hair shinier than ever, and a marine blue flower-like dress adorned her body. 

“Woah,” Was all the youngest boy could say. The other four noticed (Y/n)’s new appearance as Dongju tried to say something. All of them realized that what (Y/n) just told them, was real. “So, yeah that’s almost everything,” “Almost?” Keonhee asked, wondering what more she had to tell them. “You see, fairies like many other creatures, have fated bonds, a person or people whom they are destined to be with, soulmates I guess you could call it,” As (Y/n) explained the situation to the boys her wings began moving, her now tiny form levitating around the air in front of them. 

“Does that mean that we are soulmates? Or do you have a soulmate somewhere out there?” Geonhak asked, a bit worried that they would lose her. (Y/n)’s wings stopped flickering, her body once again landing on the ground. The fairy took a few steps closer to the five boys that she loved with all of her heart. “I love all five of you, with everything that I am, and I could never imagine my life without you guys now. You are my soulmates, I wouldn’t have been with you guys for this long otherwise, it would have felt wrong,” The five idols all broke out into happy smiles while tears filled their eyes, relief, and happiness flowing through their bodies. 

The boys pulled (Y/n) into a tight and warm group hug, all six of them crying and sniffling. (Y/n) felt safe in their arms, she felt accepted, a huge weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, and she finally felt like she could breathe. “Wait, so all this time, you’ve been sneaking off like this to work? Are we holding you from doing your job right now?” Hwanwoong asked, worry evident in his voice. “Well yes to the first question, mostly, and no for the second one. I was sneaking out to visit my family today,” 

“You’ve never really talked about your family before,” “I know, what was I supposed to say, hey guys my family consists of fairies and they’re tiny,” (Y/n) answered Seoho’s question as she chuckled. “Yeah, I guess it’s hard to explain that one, but just so you know, you can really tell us anything, we won’t judge you, because we love you,” Keonhee ended his sentence with another tight hug. “Do you guys want to come with me? Meet my parents?” “YES!” They all screamed in unison. (Y/n)’s hands began glowing once more, small sparkles erupted around the boys, followed by another blinding light. Once the light calmed down, the boys found themselves dressed in flower-like clothing and blue translucent wings adorned their backs. 

“WOAH! We have wings!” Dongju exclaimed as he and Keonhee jumped around in excitement. “You’re going to need them, the only way to get to my village is by flying there,” “We’ve never flown like this though,” Geonhak said, a bit sceptical. “The wings knows what they need to do, it’s like a copy of my wings, so as long as I know how to use them, you’ll be able to use them,” “Let’s fly then!” Hwanwoong said as he ran up to (Y/n), giving her a quick kiss on the lips. (Y/n)’s cheeks reddening with a blush, even after a year of being in a relationship with them she always blushed after kissing. 

And so the six soulmates set off into the sky, the five boys marveling at the feeling of flying. The wings flickering behind them. The way the world looked from the eyes of a small fairy. They laughed as they danced around with the wind, the sun slowly rising over the horizon coloring the world in a bright yellowy-orange hew. After a few minutes, the group arrived at a clearing where ther saw hundreds of other fairies dancing around in the sky as the collected morning dew and sunlight and whatnot. 

“Come on this way,” (Y/n) showed her soulmates around the village, introducing them to some of her childhood friends before they finally came to a stop at a cute little house. A house that (Y/n) grew up in before she moved to the city, living more as a human rather than a fairy. “It’s so pretty, everything around her is so nice, it seems so right that you come from here,” Geonhak said. “What do you mean?” “You shine just like the sun, it’s like you sparkle. You seem like a goddess, ethereal, as a human but seeing you like this, this place and you just makes so much sense together,” “That’s exactly how I feel when I see you guys standing on stage, singing, dancing, performing,” 

Magic exists in everything alive, the most special magic in the world is the one found in true love and happiness. 

[kimbappykidding]

Imagine your boyfriend Jongho getting jealous when you admire Oneus’ Leedo’s strength

For some idols, keeping their partner away from their idol side worked for them. However as you'd been involved in the behind the scenes side of the business before you and Jongho even got together, that was impossible but lucky neither of you minded. Jongho quite liked having you on set and you found it nice that the two of you could discuss the industry and see one another's views. You also got along with all the boys in Ateez finding them hilarious and so watched all of Jongho's content. Every music video and interview you could get your hands on. Jongho cringed whenever he saw himself acting sexy but you'd shush him and tell him to deal with it. However you'd been busy recently and had missed a lot of Ateez content and were trying to catch up. That's why you were only just watching the Ateez interview with Oneus. You were friendly with Oneus having worked for their company briefly but clearly didn't know everything about them.

"A watermelon!" you cried as they announced Leedo could break one with a single punch. "How on earth is he going to do that?" you asked watching as Leedo rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. "I know Leedo was strong but surely that's impossible" you said more to yourself than anyone but Jongho had heard you loud and clear. He wanted to ask how you knew Leedo was so strong, the insecure protectiveness coming through but he stopped himself. He watched as Leedo punched the watermelon in half and your face lit up in amazement "that was insane! He's so strong!" you cried "and the way he just dabs his shirt afterwards is so cool. He's so classy" you smiled and Jongho frowned "yeah well keep watching". "Why?" you asked and he smiled "you'll see...". You grinned and turned back to the screen when it lit up with a phone call. "It's my sister...hold on" you said pausing the video and Jongho frowned "wait no! What about the video?" excited for you to see him also break the watermelon. You laughed "I won't be long" and Jongho sighed. Every phone call with your sister lasted at least an hour so he bookmarked the video for you and put something else on. Just as Jongho predicted your phone call lasted longer than expected and you didn't have to finish the rest of the video. So Jongho waited and then when you got home from work the next day and started browsing through your video list he waited patiently. "Eugh what should we watch?" you asked. "Well we could finish that video you started yesterday?" Jongho offered when you shook your head "no need, I finished it on my dinner at work". "What?" he cried and you nodded "yeah it was really good and you were amazing with that watermelon. The boys were so funny". Jongho pouted slightly. He was pleased you liked him smashing the watermelon but not quite satisfied. He'd wanted to watch it with you to see the look on your face when he did it. He knew it was immature but he wanted you to gush over him like you'd done Leedo. "What's wrong?" you asked noticing his expression but Jongho shook his head "nothing I was just thinking about something...so where do you want to eat?". You nodded and began suggesting ideas but Jongho could tell you hadn't fully dropped it. Then as you went out for dinner, who should you see but Oneus themselves? The group were coming down the street as you were going up and there was no avoiding them. Hwanwoong saw you and waved and you grinned happy to see them.  "Hey" you smiled and Jongho greeted them all too. "I finally watched your interview with Ateez. You were all amazing. Keonhee I'm glad you've found your long-lost brother". The boy chuckled and Jongho was tense hoping you wouldn't spot Leedo at the back but you did. "And you breaking that watermelon was insane!" you cried. Leedo laughed "thank you but Jongho did it too" pointing to him. You nodded "yeah but Jongho's an expert with fruit...and he didn't do it in a silk shirt". Leedo blushed but was happy. Jongho was not. It was nothing" he insisted but you shook your head "it was everything Leedo" and he blushed even more. "Yeah he's so strong he's like a gorilla!" Hwanwoong cried "I can't even wrap my arms around him properly" and he began to demonstrate. You all watched amused before Jongho motioned he wanted to go. "We're gonna head off but it was nice seeing you" you said and waved to the guys. "They're so nice" you smiled and Jongho nodded "so nice". When you sat down in the restaurant you got something was off. Jongho seemed really stiff and tense which was odd because in the car he had returned to normal. Something was clearly bothering him and when the waiter left to get your drinks you touched Jongho's hand "are you sure you're okay, you know you can tell me anything right?". Jongho tensed but gently took your hand "I know". "So what's wrong and don't say nothing because you look really sad and I want to know why". Jongho frowned "I just...it's silly just ignore me". You shook your head "but I don't want to! If something's upsetting you, I want to help". Jongho sighed "but it's something I need to work on not you...only I can dictate my emotions". "Yeah but other people can also influence them, so is there anything I can do to help?". Jongho sighed again "I sometimes get jealous...". "Jealous?" you asked and Jongho nodded "when I see you get impressed with other guys, like that thing with Leedo? You seemed to really admire him and that made me jealous because being strong is my thing and I want to be the only guy you look at like that...but that's my insecurity, not yours and I promise I will work on it". 

You squeezed Jongho's hand "thank you for telling me and being so honest with me. I understand where you're coming from and want you to know you'll always be my favourite strong guy". Jongho blushed and you carried on "and if I can do anything to help you work through that please let me know". Jongho smiled "you're so great, I knew you wouldn't laugh at me but still I was a little nervous to tell you but I should've known you'd be understanding. I do have the best girlfriend ever". You chuckled "coming from" and gently traced a pattern on the back of his hand. The waiter came back with your drinks and it was smiles all around with Jongho left a lot happier than when he walked in. No matter what he was your favourite strong guy and that was all he needed. 

[jinisnuggets]

ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴇᴇᴅᴏ

Your phone chimed across the house, however you were unable to open it because of your struggle to reach the top of the shelves for your charger.

Having been peacefully on the bed before noticing your phone being low on battery, you sighed and went on a search for your charger which you normally always put on your cabinet.

You knew it was your friend who came over yesterday who did this. You would never put your charger anywhere but your cabinet, let alone a top shelf, where you knew you couldn't reach.

Technically about to give up, you stormed off outside of the room, frustrated and about to use the last of the battery on your phone to yell in anger at your friend over call.

“Need help?”

Turning over, you saw Leedo standing right outside of the storage closet, the place where your charger had been found. You jumped back in surprise and held your heart to the small jump scare that you faced by your boyfriend, who was holding a grin on his face knowing what he had just done and clearly being proud of it.

“Leedo! What the heck are you doing here?”

“This is my house too, you know.”

Annoyed at yourself from forgetting such an obvious fact, you looked the other way in annoyance as he walked in front of you, looking up at your charger and smiling, patting your head in the process.

Before you knew it, you felt yourself being lifted from the ground, becoming taller then the shelf itself.

“What-” you frowned at your boyfriend, grabbed your charger and let him put you down.

“You’re really gonna take any opportunity to flex-”

“Yes” he interrupted, seeing the smirk creep onto his face. You rolled your eyes and started making your way out.

“You could've just grabbed it, you reached the charger.” You said as you made your way out the door, and even though you couldn't see him, you knew he had that stupid smile on his face which always made your stomach spin 1000 miles per hour.

“I like it better this way” he responded.

[thru-the-grapevine]

Irish Breakfast

Pairing: Kim Geonhak x reader

Summary: The man you have no business pining over makes an unexpected reappearance in your life, albeit in less-than-ideal condition.

Word Count: 4.6k

Tags: mafia au, blood/injuries (<- despite the tags the whole thing is still soft)

Author Notes: another submission for the Oneus Trope Bingo hosted by @oneusficevents ! This is for my “mafia au” square. I’ve never written anything like this before so I’m nervous to post, but I hope it’s enjoyable

Annoying, you think, that an entire beverage is going to remind you of a man you can’t have. Especially a beverage as widely versatile as tea.

You turn off the timer and go back into the kitchen, taking the teabag out of your mug. You’ve been branching out to new teas since the first evening you’d tried it in the safehouse, sampling them little by little. You now own a small village’s worth of tea boxes, after watching in horror as your best friend swiped her arm along the shelf of teas at the store and into your cart, insisting it was her treat. You’ve found you don’t care for straight green tea or matcha (green bean water, more like), but you like jasmine just fine, peppermint too. English Breakfast is okay, just not as malty, and chai is good if you add more cream than usual.

Tonight, though, you’re allowing yourself to Admit and Mope Over having feelings for a made man. Which, naturally, means your tea is his favorite, Irish Breakfast. You set the teabag in your spoon and wrap the string around it, wringing extra tea into the mug. You’ve gotten rather good at it with practice.

You turn to throw out the teabag when you hear a muted thump from somewhere in your apartment.

You stare, unmoving, at the teabag dangling in your hand over the garbage bin. It swings gently back and forth, and you try a deep breath. One, two, three four. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

By the end of the deep breath, no more noises have come. You drop the teabag in the bin and turn back to your mug, only partly aware of reaching for the sugar. Pal, chill out. Someone came home across the hall and dropped their groceries. The box of Christmas decorations finally teetered off the shelf in the closet. Kids down below jumped too high on their bed and whacked into the ceiling.

Your phone vibrates sharply against the counter, and you drop your spoon with a clatter. You crane your head aside to glance at the screen.

LEEDO: u can say no but do u mind if I stop by?

You snatch your phone clumsily and fumble to the app with live feeds of your security camera. A raven-haired man in office slacks and dress shirt is leaning heavily against your front door. As you watch, his knees buckle under him, and you hear another thump as he crumples against your doorframe.

“Shit,” you hiss. You drop your phone on the counter and hurry to the front door.

Geonhak catches himself heavily on the doorjamb as you ease the door open, a final defense against collapsing entirely.

“Hi,” he murmurs, sounding for all the world like he’s fine and not a man who can’t stay upright.

You drop to your knees, trying to figure out where it’s safe to touch him. His entire left side, from head to toe, looks to be spattered in blood.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter, guiding his right arm over your shoulders. You brace your hand against his back, heaving upward.

You manage to stay balanced, most of his weight on you, and stumble back inside. You’re careful to keep your hand at the center of his back, away from the side that’s drenched in red.

He sags back against the door as you shut it again, relieving you of crutch duty. Flipping on the front hall light, you try to get a better look at him. His side is littered with bloody hand- and fingerprints—probably from staunching the blood flow, you take a guess. There’s so much blood, it looks like so much. The blood on his face has trickled down from a matted spot in his hair.

“What can I do?” You ask, surprised at how calm you sound. “What do you need?”

A corner of his mouth quirks slightly. “Just towels.”

His voice is cottony, so un-Geonhak-like. A sliver of ice sinks into the pit of your stomach.

“Just….” You take a tentative step back from him to see if he’ll stay upright. He leans more heavily against your front door, and your hands hover there in front of him. “Just….don’t move.”

You fly into the kitchen, feet barely touching the ground, and yank open the drawer of tea towels. You grab the entire stack and flip on the sink, running a few under cool water. Your eyes catch on your mug on the counter, and after a second you grab it and bring it all with you.

Geonhak’s face is tilted towards the ceiling when you return, eyes closed. A thin line of blood is slowly trickling down the side of his neck. In the light of the entryway, positioned as he is, he looks like a hero straight out of a classical painting. Lordy. No man has any business looking this good bleeding out.

You set the mug gently on the hall table next to him and close the distance with the towels.

His head drops back down, eyes opening at your approach, and you offer him a wet towel. He murmurs his thanks, taking it and mopping his neck and face roughly while you unfold a dry one.

You rake your gaze over him carefully, heart pounding. His hair has grown out a bit since you saw him last. You note in the part of your mind that isn’t panicking that it suits him, although everything suits Geonhak. Gingerly, you scrape your fingertips along his hairline, combing his hair off his face and checking for more injuries. His jaw works and his throat bobs once, and you replace his thoroughly bloodied hand towel with another damp one.

“‘Woong’s in Chinatown tonight, won’t be able to get here for a half hour,” Geonhak says as he works, and you realize he’s apologizing. “He’ll take me to the safehouse and out of your h—”

“Like hell he will,” you say, swapping him for another fresh towel. “Finish mopping up and we’ll take my car.”

“Hwanwoong will come get me,” Geonhak mumbles, eyes closing as he prods at the spot on his head.

“And I said like hell,” you reply, your free hand going to the buttons on his shirt. “This needs to…move…so you can get to the spot on—oh, don’t look at me like that, you’re bleeding.”

“Interesting way to ask me to take my shirt off,” he murmurs with a shrug, smile as dangerous to your pulse as ever as his free hand starts unbuttoning.

Once he’s undone the first four, you shove another damp towel inside and grip at the injured place on his side firmly, making him hiss. Serve him right, flirting while bleeding out on my doorstep.

“Hold this there, tightly. Be right back,” you say, taking another bloody towel from him and scooping up the others.

You pause for a second, then gesture at the mug of tea. “For you.”

Within moments, you’ve thrown the bloodied towels in the drum of the washer to deal with later and grabbed several other things on the way back.

Geonhak’s finishing a long sip of Irish Breakfast when you return. Wordlessly, you hand him a few ibuprofen. A smile plays at his lips as he accepts them and downs them with tea.

“Off,” you say as he sets the mug down, waving vaguely at his blood-sodden shirt. “I’ve got something clean.”

“It’ll just get dirty, too,” he says, already undoing the final few buttons and shrugging it away.

Any other time you would admire him shirtless, but your focus now lasers in on the injury. After all the blood he was wearing, it’s surprisingly smaller than you feared. “I don’t care if it gets dirty, too. I have my first aid kit—”

“Just—” he winces when he presses against his side wound too hard, then sighs softly, “just…if you’ll drive me to a safehouse, I’ll get Keonhee to patch me up.”

Ah yes. Keonhee. A trained medical professional. Someone of actual use to him. “Let me get my shoes.”

You watch from the corner of your eye as he takes the oversized hoodie you offer him and finagles it on gingerly. You’ve grown so accustomed to Geonhak in office attire that anything else looks unfamiliar on him. You’re right, though; anything suits him. Your heart doesn’t seem to notice the oddness, twisting at the knowledge that the hoodie is yours.

Your staring doesn’t escape Geonhak’s notice.

“Don’t usually wear this kind of thing,” he says as you exit the apartment together. He leans into you for security as you lock your door.

“And why not?” You ask, heading for the stairs at a stilted pace.

Your face bumps into his neck as he stumbles, and he swears and apologizes under his breath. Despite the clear excitement he’s had tonight, you notice he still smells like the pine and eucalyptus soap you’d seen in the safehouse shower. You immediately try to ignore this.

He shakes his head as you both begin slowly down the stairwell. “Not taken seriously in street clothes. Look too young.”

You can feel him wincing with each descending step, and you slow your pace, keep the hand at his back soothing.

“Well, who wouldn’t take you seriously right now?” You ask as you reach the exit. You pause to heave your free shoulder against the door when it sticks. “Now? When you’re bleeding a concerning amount?”

“I’ve had worse,” Geonhak says mildly, misstepping and staggering against you as you exit into the night. You catch him, free hand landing against the front of his torso, and you mumble an apology as he winces and straightens again.

“Surprised you survived with these reflexes,” you mutter, hobbling with him through the parking lot in the warm summer night air.

You lay a towel along the back of the passenger seat before Geonhak sits; blood sounds horrible to get out of a car. He wordlessly plugs an address into your GPS once you start the car, and then you’re on the road.

The car is quiet as you follow the first few directions, save for the occasional GPS voice. Geonhak extracts his phone from his back pocket, wincing all the while. He taps away at the screen, likely notifying the safehouse and Keonhee, as you follow the directions onto a street that sounds vaguely familiar.

“Should I, um. Worry about being followed?” You ask, glancing at the passing headlights in your rear view mirror.

“Mm-mm,” Geonhak says, shaking his head slightly and pocketing the phone again. “Our guys got him.”

You refuse to consider what “got him” means in this context.

“I’m sure it’s pointless to ask, but what happened?”

Geonhak sighs, leaning back in his seat with a wince. The silence carries for a few minutes, and you begin to assume he won’t answer when he finally speaks.

“He didn’t like what happened at your shop this week.”

You stiffen as you stop for a red light. A blue-eyed smirk you’ve come to hate flickers to mind. The man who was the reason you’d met Geonhak in the first place; the man who was the reason you’d had to hide for a week in a safehouse meant for organized crime members. “Him?”

Geonhak leans his head back against the headrest, eyes shutting as he adjusts the towel against his head. He gives no indication to confirm or deny.

That isn’t allowed to be the end of it. “But nothing really even happened. He just…came in, to intimidate me again. And then he got spooked by your uncle and left.”

A corner of Geonhak’s mouth curls. “Technically, he was humiliated by a crime boss over muffins. To a lot of these guys, that’s something.”

Over muffins. The space in your chest for breathing begins to shrink. It was your fault. That man, the one who’d tried to convince you to let his boss run dirty money through your store, who kept showing up at your new storefront to intimidate you, had hurt Geonhak. He’d been so mortified by Geonhak’s uncle, who was there to defend you, that he’d taken it out on the man’s nephew for good measure. Not on you, who actually owned the store; him. Geonhak was hurt because of you.

“Breathe,” Geonhak says, voice firm.

You gasp in a breath and blow it out shakily, easing on the gas as the light turns green.

“Slower than that. There’s enough air,” Geonhak soothes.

You shake your head, each breath coming heavier and quicker. I did this to him.

He starts counting, and you take a deep breath and hold it like he taught you, blowing it out unsteadily. It does little to settle your jittery pulse, your whirling thoughts.

“Promise it’ll be over soon,” he says, glancing at the GPS. “In six minutes. Just drop me off at the front door and—”

“I—you’re kidding, I’m not just, just—leaving you somewhere,” you protest, grip tightening on the wheel. “You’re covered in…Geonhak, I did this to y—”

“Don’t. Don’t you dare.”

His voice is so suddenly sharp that your mouth snaps shut without another thought. His mouth is set in an even line, blue flame behind his eyes as he stares out at the road.

“You are good, and you are innocent, and you did not do this to me,” he says, voice dangerously even. “I won’t have you taking blame for that shithead. I won’t.”

You swallow, trying another slow breath in, out. You nod.

“Sorry,” you whisper.

He blinks, still watching the road, but the hardness in his eyes dissipates.

“Me too,” he admits. “Shouldn’t have dragged you into this.”

“No, it…I mean, I don’t mi…it’s—” You stammer, trying to figure out how to say you missed him without saying it outright.

Eventually you snap your mouth shut, face burning. You see him glance at you out of the corner of your eye, then lean further back into his seat.

“You, um.” A smile is playing on his lips. “The tea, earlier....I didn’t think you drank tea.”

Your face feels even hotter. You swallow. “…I do now.”

He doesn’t say anything the rest of the drive, but that smile stays in the corners of his mouth.

The address, an old brick bungalow, is different from the last safehouse—probably closer to where you live, you assume. The porch light is on, and you see movement in a window as you park along the curb.

“Stop, just—would you hang on a minute?” You huff as Geonhak opens his door, unbuckling.

You hurry out of your seat and around the front of your car as Geonhak tries to ease out by himself. He grunts in pain and stumbles over into you, and you sway as you attempt to keep balance for two people.

“I got it,” he says, trying to straighten, face twisting in pain.

“You really don’t,” you say firmly, locking your car and helping him up the walkway. “Cut the heroics.”

It’s Keonhee who opens the door as you reach the five little stairs up to the porch. You’re surprised to see him in pajamas and glasses.

“Up you get, come on,” he says, coming to Geonhak’s injured side and gingerly lifting his other arm over his shoulders. Keonhee glances over Geonhak’s shoulder and smiles at you, somewhat of a grimace. “I’d say it’s nice to see you again, but…”

Your smile is also half grimace, remembering the first time you met him, when he treated your black eye. “Agreed.”

Keonhee’s taller than you, so when he straightens, Geonhak’s arm stretches up higher, and he hisses.

“Son of a bitch, Keonhee, ow,” Geonhak grits through his teeth.

“Yeah, yeah, get inside, you big baby,” Keonhee mutters. “I know for a fact you’ve had worse knife wounds before.”

Ice drops into your stomach; a knife. That man had gotten close enough to hurt Geonhak with a knife.

With Keonhee in the lead, the three of you shuffle sideways up the porch stairs and through the front door. To the left of the entryway is a little kitchen. To the right you see a small sitting room, with a couch covered in a few sheets. The coffee table has a spread of little tools that remind you of emergency room procedurals on TV.

“In there, if you don’t mind,” Keonhee says. “I made coffee before I remembered you drink tea, Geonhak, so there’s coffee if you want it.”

“Water for them,” Geonhak manages, panting as you help ease him to lie down across the couch.

You stick your tongue out at him but don’t argue. Your mind and body are starting to catch up with the shock of an injured Geonhak, and you don’t want to make yourself even more jittery.

Keonhee disappears briefly into the kitchen, emerging with a glass and a mug. You take the water gratefully, hiding yourself in the glass as you swallow back half of it.

When you lower it again, Keonhee is seated beside the couch and inspecting Geonhak’s head wound. He swabs at it with alcohol wipes and clucks his tongue.

“Stupid, but not awful,” Keonhee says, fighting a smile as Geonhak swears violently under his breath at a firmer prod. “Probably won’t even need stitches. Just bled a lot.”

“You’ll bleed a lot if you don’t cut that out,” Geonhak grumbles. Keonhee snorts and scoots back, lifting the hoodie to get a better look at his side.

“Need a few stitches here, though,” Keonhee says, pausing when Geonhak jolts from the rubbing alcohol sting. “Ribs hurt at all?”

“Not as much as yours will if y—shit,” Geonhak hisses at another pass of the alcohol wipe.

“Look at you, king of the streets, brought to your knees by antiseptic,” Keonhee says, grinning.

Geonhak glares at him, breathing heavily. “I say king of the streets one time, back in high school, and you won’t let it die.”

“Nope.” Keonhee pops the “p” and reaches for a few things on the coffee table.

You take a deep breath, setting down your glass with shaky hands. “Uhm, if I needed the bathroom, where…?”

Keonhee’s eyes are understanding. “Down that way, on the right. I’ll be quick. He’s seen worse.”

You hear Geonhak’s “fucking hell” from the living room before you close the bathroom door behind you.

You lean heavily on your hands against the sink and rest your forehead against the mirror, allowing yourself a moment in the whirlwind of thoughts. Knife wound. They got him. He’s been hurt worse before.

He came to me. When he got hurt, he came to find me. I got to see him again.

That’s what feels the most shocking, that he’s here, you’re here, back in his world, when you didn’t think you’d ever see him again. You know he’d told you it was for your own good that he keep a distance, and you didn’t think his reasons were bad. It still hurt, though, to make such a connection with him and then watch him disappear from your life like he’d never been there.

Well, now you’ve seen him again—covered in blood, admittedly, but nonetheless. He hadn’t been a figment of your imagination, after all. He’ll be on the mend soon, and then…

You gulp. That’s what’s scariest. How fleeting being here, being back in his circle, feels. You wish for selfish things for a brief moment—for a few more nights of Irish Breakfast, a few more conversations, even one more exchange of banter, for wounds that need time to heal, time you can spend with him. The thought that he’ll slip away again forever after this is…

A soft knock on the door startles you a little too much. “Hm?”

“He’s all patched up now, all fine,” Keonhee says. “Just needs a couple days of low activity and he’ll be back to normal.”

You sniff, leaning back off of your hands. “Good. I…good.”

There’s a pause. “I’d like to take a look at you when you come out. Customary check.”

“Oh, uh, sure, yeah, coming out.”

You reach up to itch a spot on your cheek and blink when your hand comes back wet. You wipe under both eyes, hands coming away damp. When you glance at your reflection, you grimace at how blotchy you look. There’s no way to hide it, so you sigh and brace for the inevitable, opening the door.

Keonhee studies you for a moment, then says, “let’s see if I’ve got tea somewhere after all, hm?”

It feels a bit wrong to dig through his cupboards and pantry like this, but Keonhee encourages it, clapping your shoulder when you find an old box of orange pekoe.

“You’ll be staying tonight, of course,” he says after he cleans out the coffee pot and begins brewing plain hot water. “At least until the shock wears off.”

You purse your lips as you retrieve two mugs. “I don’t want to overstay my welcome…”

Keonhee scoffs, putting a tea bag in each one. “Please. You’re more tolerable than he is, swearing at me over a little scratch.”

“Is it really that minor?” You ask, watching yourself run a thumb over the lip of a mug.

“He’s just fine,” Keonhee says, firm and reassuring. “He’ll be back to intimidating us all at full capacity far too quickly.”

The nobler side of you relaxes at this. Your less noble side wishes for a few more days of bed rest. You try to ignore the less noble side.

“Perhaps I should worry more about you,” Keonhee says, studying you. “You’ve been well?”

You laugh once. “Oh, yes. I’m just fine. I’ve seen neither hide nor hair of a single made man until this week, much less tangled with any of them.”

You wince inwardly at how bitter you sound. Ridiculous.

Keonhee hums, taking the now-filled pot of hot water and pouring it into the mugs. “I see an awful lot of made men, but that doesn’t necessarily add or detract from any tangles. Surprising, how much you can see of them without being involved.”

You don’t know what to say to that. You realize with a pang that you’re almost jealous of him, of his ability to be involved but not involved.

He frowns at one of the mugs as it steeps. “I should go check how he takes it, I can never remember—”

“That’s alright, I’ve got it,” you say, waving that away and preparing both mugs.

Keonhee’s quiet as you labor over the tea. When he speaks, you can hear a slight smile.

“Good. I’ll go make up the air mattress, then, if you’ve got this under control.”

You make your way back into the sitting room slowly, trying not to spill either mug. Geonhak has every pillow propped up behind his back, an arm slung over his eyes. You frown when you see one of his ankles in a brace.

“You didn’t tell me your ankle was hurt.”

A corner of Geonhak’s mouth twitches. “Only twisted a little. It’s why I couldn’t keep better balance.”

He lowers his arm from his eyes and looks up at you. You lift his mug, nodding at it, and he inches his way further upright, grimacing.

“Let’s see how badly Keonhee did on this cup,” Geonhak says as he takes the mug.

“He didn’t make it. I did,” you say, sitting gingerly by his knees and blowing on your mug. “Two sugars, no cream. Strong. Brought the spoon when you want the bag out.”

You set your mug on the coffee table, now cleared of surgical instruments, and lift your teabag into said spoon, twisting the string round and draining the excess. You feel Geonhak’s silent, studying gaze and try not to let it fluster you as you find a wastebasket at the end of the couch to toss the teabag.

You take a sip of the tea, then blink. “You know, I always thought orange pekoe would be…well, orange flavored. But this is just another black tea.” Hmm. Suppose it can’t hurt to have around for guests, so the nicer teas can be for you.

“Damn it,” Geonhak sighs softly.

You glance over at him as you blow on your tea, raising an eyebrow. He’s cradling his tea placidly against his stomach, eyes shut.

“You make it so difficult.”

You blink. “So difficult to what?”

He opens his eyes and meets your gaze. “To stay away from you.”

Your lungs feel suddenly empty. Oh. Some warm and electric feeling zings up your spine.

You look down into your mug, pulse skipping. “…I see. My hopelessness when it comes to tea, back at it again.”

When he speaks, you can hear his smile. “Might play a part, maybe.”

You take another swig of tea, bracing yourself. “I wish…I wish you wouldn’t stay away, but I, you know, I get it. Promise.”

You shrug a shoulder, grimacing.

He purses his lips, then sets the mug down. “Mind getting the bag for me?”

You set your tea down and grab the spoon, finagling with the tea bag in his cup.

His fingers brush against your knee, backs of his knuckles rubbing gently back and forth. You swallow, throat surprisingly dry for how much tea you’ve drank, tossing his teabag and setting the spoon aside again.

“Don’t like when you’re in danger,” he murmurs.

You nod, picking your mug up again with shakier hands than you’d like.

“Don’t want to be the reason you’re in danger,” he says quietly.

You nod again, tilting your head thoughtfully and taking a sip of tea. “Keonhee’s got a lot of your guys in his life and he’s not in danger.”

“He’s under my uncle’s protection,” Geonhak says, not unkindly.

You shrug a shoulder. “Well…think I might be now, too. He intimidated that man into leaving and then left a hundred dollar tip for his muffins.”

Geonhak laughs once, and his hand opens on your knee, resting warm and firm.

“Touché.”

You take another sip of tea, gathering courage, then drop your hand to your knee and curl your fingers around his hand.

His gaze makes you feel shy, but you don’t look away, drinking in the way it feels to be looked at like this.

He shakes his head at himself, smiling wryly. “Knew exactly what I was doing tonight. Might’ve been easier to go to a few different places, but I went out of my way.”

His fingers squeeze yours.

“I just missed you,” he whispers.

It’s a good thing you hear Keonhee clattering back down the hall. You’re not sure you have the power of speech anymore.

Keonhee forces Geonhak to give up two pillows (“you have all the other pillows in my house, fiend, surrender one to me and to the guest”) and pushes aside the coffee table to make up your bed. It’s a good thing you were already in pajamas, you think as you sit at the edge of the air mattress. No need to sleep in clothes, unlike Geonhak, despite your hoodie.

When the lights go out and Keonhee goes back to bed, you spend a while staring up at the ceiling. You realize, too late, that there was caffeine in both of those teas. Late night caffeine intake versus shock exhaustion, fight.

“There’s, um.”

You glance over at Geonhak on the couch. He’s looking up at the ceiling, too. “There’s this place on the other side of town, a bar? But it’s got cats, like a cat cafe. Hwanwoong tells me you’d really like it.”

You purse your lips, fighting the massive grin threatening to take over your whole face. “I’ve heard of it. It’s got some cat pun name, yeah?”

“Yeah, I can’t think of it, either,” he says, laughing softly.

His hand reaches out and finds yours in the darkness. “Wanna try it with me, maybe? Like, in a week or two, obviously, or Keonhee will put my head on a stake.”

You laugh quietly, squeezing his hand. “I’d like that.”

His thumb brushes over the back of your hand, gentle. “Okay.”

When you finally fall asleep, your hand is still in his.

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Oneus with a dominant s/o [M]

ღ Oneus all members x gn!reader ღ genre: reaction, smut ღ warnings: mention of punishment in some parts

Seoho:

the type of person to immediately take on the submissive role if he’s with someone dominant

he appreciates someone who can take the lead during sex

actually likes the way you make him leave his comfort zone by pushing all the right buttons

his little whines…

will melt if you worship his body and praise him and tell him how much you love him while you fuck him slow

loses his mind from you edging him but still tries to be a good boy for you and be patient

will be embarrassed at first, so he’ll be blushing and begging you to give him more at the same time

such a good sub to have your way with

so long as he trusts you, he would give you full control over the situation anytime

Leedo:

it will surely hurt his pride a bit when he realizes how strong your dominant side is lol

feels like he’s supposed to be the one to take the lead here, and it takes him by surprise every single time you beat him to it

eventually he’ll get used to your dynamic, and will even come to enjoy it

not the kind of guy who will whine or beg for you

he will sulk and take it personally if you try any kind of punishment

it’s more like he will let you take the lead and do whatever he can to please you

even then, if it’s something you’re open to he very much can and will show you his dominant side and make you submit instead

however, his most important objective is to ensure your pleasure, so there aren’t a lot of things he wouldn’t be willing to try if it’s something you ask of him

Keonhee:

a switch, but very comfortable with submitting

very vocal so expect lots of whining and moaning

it’s very easy to make him beg for you

he’ll be good for you and obey you one day, and then be an absolute brat the other - it really depends on his mood

teases you for the sole purpose of having you show him who’s in charge

lowkey loves it when you punish him (moderately) but loves it even more when you praise him and tell him what a good boy he is

in the end he’d do anything to please you, even though he likes testing your limits

there are days when he wants to take the lead instead to make you feel good and to take care of you

but he will easily give in and revert back to submitting to you if you’re not in the mood for that

Hwanwoong:

this guy is constantly going to try to overpower you

but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like you being a dom

quite the opposite actually - he likes turning everything into a little game over who’s more dominant

will definitely give in from time to time and submit to you

even then he’ll be so good and so devilish at the same time that he’ll have you wrapped around his finger easily

not really a brat but not quite behaved either - he’s very good at balancing out the amount of power each of you has

however his favourite days are the ones where you let him take the lead

he’ll take such good care of you while also teasing you about how he made you submit to him despite you being dominant usually

will get really eager if that makes you try to turn the situation around on him

expect lots of pinning each other against walls or the bed and unexpected kisses to drive each other crazy

Xion:

he’ll be whatever you need him to be, so if you want him to submit to you, he will

however, he’s a brat and won’t go easy on you

will tease you until you shut him up and pretend to want to overpower you just to get you to do everything you can in order to take the power back

finds it insanely hot when you push him down on the bed or shove him against a wall and punish him a little

if you tell him he’s misbehaving, he’ll just take that as a challenge to misbehave some more

however, no matter how bratty he is, he always knows his limits and would never overstep any boundaries

once he’s satisfied with riling you up, he will be so good for you and grant your every wish

wants to have fun with you, but he’s also very soft for you, so in the end what’s the most important to him is that you enjoy yourself and you’re both comfortable at all times

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