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[lxvsiick]

ONE DAY WITH HER | PARK JONGSEONG

PAIRING: rich boy! park jongseong x rich girl! fem! reader 

SUMMARY: Y/n thought she had everything, a happy family, money, fame. But after what had happened with between her parents, she didn't know if she could trust a men anymore -- Jay plans to change that though.

GENRE: fwb! Implied, best friends, imagine

WARNINGS: Mentions of drinking, smoking, physical attack, a little suggestive-ish

WORDCOUNT: 2.8k

A/N: Inspired by HER by CHASE ATLANTIC ,, i 🫶🏼 chase atlantic

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The soft chime of the Chanel store door welcomed them in as Y/n immediately took the lead, her eyes lighting up at the rows of designer clothes and luxury handbags. She grabbed Jay's hand, pulling him along with her as she darted from one display to the next.

“Look at this one!” she exclaimed, holding up a sleek leather handbag. Without a second thought, she passed it to Jay, who caught it effortlessly, adding it to the growing pile of items already in his hands.

He followed her in silence, amusement flickering in his eyes as he watched her flit around like a kid in a candy store. “You’re seriously buying another bag?” he teased. “Didn’t you just get two last week?”

Y/n waved him off with a grin, grabbing a pair of sunglasses and trying them on in front of the mirror. “Last week’s are old news. Plus, these are limited edition,” she said, inspecting the frames before turning back to him with a playful look. “And what else am I supposed to do? Not shop?”

Jay shook his head, smiling as he held up a pastel pink blazer she had eyed earlier. “This one suits you. Matches your over-the-top shopping habits.”

She raised an eyebrow, smirking as she looked at it. “Okay, you might be onto something,” she agreed, taking the blazer and tossing it onto his growing pile of designer goods. As they moved through the store, the two exchanged playful banter, making light of their opulent lifestyle.

“So, remember the first time we met?” Y/n asked suddenly, running her fingers along a row of silky dresses.

Jay glanced at her, pretending to think hard. “At my dad’s company? Yeah, you were like, what, six?”

“Six and already better dressed than you,” she quipped, shooting him a teasing grin.

“I was a kid!” he protested, laughing. “But I distinctly remember you eyeing my shoes and asking me if I actually knew what designer they were.”

“I was right to question you! Those were last season’s,” she joked, her eyes twinkling as she picked up a sleek black dress and held it up to her body. “What do you think? Too much?”

Jay gave her a once-over, raising his eyebrows approvingly. “Too much? Please, nothing’s ever ‘too much’ for you.”

She flashed him a bright smile before heading toward the register with the dress and her other selections. As the cashier began scanning the items, Y/n reached into her designer handbag and pulled out her sleek cardholder.

“Don’t even think about it,” Jay said, sliding his black card across the counter before she could react.

She stared at him, blinking in surprise. “Excuse me? I was going to pay.”

“And I just did,” he replied smoothly, slipping his hands into his pockets, watching as the cashier processed the payment.

Her eyes narrowed, but a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “You can’t always pay for me, you know.”

“Oh, but I can. And I will,” he said with a smug smile, picking up the glossy shopping bags once they were handed over.

Y/n crossed her arms, playfully pouting. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I try,” he replied with a wink, handing her the bags as they left the store. “Besides, you still owe me for making me carry all of this.”

She rolled her eyes, though her smile never faded. “Fine, you win. But next time, it’s on me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jay said, draping his arm over her shoulders as they strolled down the luxurious shopping avenue, the weight of their high-society lives feeling surprisingly light in each other’s company.

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At six years old, Y/n was already used to big offices, tall buildings, and the quiet murmur of business meetings. She tagged along with her parents to Jay's father’s company, her tiny hand wrapped in the gloved one of her family’s butler as they roamed the spacious halls. Her parents were tucked away in a long meeting with executives, leaving her with free reign to explore.

As they passed by a polished glass door, Y/n paused, her sharp eyes catching sight of another kid—someone her own age, which was rare in these stuffy places. The boy was sitting in the lounge, playing with building blocks while a maid patiently handed him pieces. His messy dark hair fell over his eyes, and he wore a pair of shoes that caught her attention—shoes she recognized immediately.

She let go of her butler’s hand, curiosity sparking, and marched straight into the lounge, her tiny shoes clicking on the marble floor. The boy looked up from his blocks, blinking at her in surprise as she stood in front of him, hands on her hips.

“What’s wrong with your outfit?” Y/n asked bluntly, her eyes narrowing as she scanned his little suit. Her gaze stopped at his shoes, and she tilted her head, raising an eyebrow. “Do you even know what designer those shoes are?”

Jay, caught off guard by the sudden question, looked down at his shoes—simple black loafers. “Uh… shoes?” he answered, completely clueless.

The maid tried to stifle a giggle, but Y/n didn’t seem amused. She let out a tiny sigh, shaking her head as if disappointed.

“Those are from last season,” she declared, pointing at his shoes with all the authority of a six-year-old who took her fashion cues from her stylish mother. “You can’t wear last season’s shoes! And that tie doesn’t even match,” she added, tugging at the crooked blue tie that clashed with his checkered shirt.

Jay blinked at her, his expression a mix of confusion and amusement. “What’s wrong with my tie?”

“Everything,” she said matter-of-factly. “It’s okay, though. I’ll help you. I promise,” she added, holding out her pinky finger in the most serious pinky promise of her short life. “I’ll make sure you don’t dress like this when we grow up.”

He stared at her outstretched finger for a moment, then, with a small grin, hooked his pinky around hers. “Okay, deal.”

They stood there, pinky fingers linked, until she pulled back with a satisfied smile. “I’m Y/n,” she said proudly, as though she were royalty.

“I’m Jay,” he replied, still looking a bit dazed by the whirlwind that had just entered his quiet playtime.

From that day on, their lives were bound together by that simple promise—one born from a mismatched outfit and an instant connection. That day, in the gleaming office lounge, they didn’t just become friends. They became best friends.

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The house was eerily quiet when Y/n and her mother walked through the front door that night, returning from what was supposed to be a routine evening out. But something was wrong. There were signs—her father’s jacket was tossed over the couch, the faint sound of voices coming from upstairs. Her mother’s face tightened in suspicion, her eyes narrowing.

Without a word, her mother headed toward the master bedroom, her heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floor. Y/n followed closely, a pit forming in her stomach.

As they reached the bedroom, her mother pushed open the door, revealing a sight that made Y/n’s heart drop. Her father, tangled in the sheets with her mother’s secretary.

Her mother’s gasp echoed through the room. "You bastard," she whispered, voice trembling with fury. Without hesitation, she turned to the secretary. "You're fired. Pack your things and get out."

The secretary scrambled out of bed, her face pale, grabbing her clothes in a rush. But Y/n’s father didn’t move. Instead, he stood, unapologetic and defiant, pulling on his shirt with an air of arrogance.

“I want a divorce,” her mother declared, voice cold and steely. “And I’ll make sure you don’t get a single penny.”

¡! TRIGGER WARNING ¡!

That’s when everything erupted. A furious argument broke out, voices rising in the air like thunder. Her father stepped closer, shouting insults, blaming her mother for everything. The room was filled with anger, accusations, and heartbreak.

And then, it got worse.

Her father lunged, hands raised, his rage spilling over. Before Y/n could fully process it, he hit her mother—hard. The sound of the slap reverberated in the air, leaving a stunned silence in its wake.

Without thinking, Y/n jumped between them. “Stop it!” she screamed, her body trembling with fear and adrenaline.

But her father, blind with rage, shoved her aside. Her mother staggered backward, hitting her head against the corner of a dresser, collapsing to the floor. Y/n felt the sting of a hit across her face as she tried to shield her mother, and in the chaos, her father made a run for it, bolting out of the house.

Her hands were shaking as she dialed for help, her mind racing. “Please, come quickly,” she cried into the phone. “My mom—she’s hurt. Please hurry.”

The next few hours were a blur. Paramedics came, and her mother was rushed to the hospital. Y/n sat in the cold waiting room, the sterile smell of the hospital making her feel nauseous. Her grandparents arrived shortly after, their faces etched with worry. Her mother was in surgery, and the minutes stretched into an agonizing eternity.

Then, Jay arrived, with his parents not far behind. As soon as Y/n saw him, her resolve broke. She had been holding herself together, trying to be strong for her mother, but the moment he walked toward her, all the emotions she had been bottling up came crashing down.

Without a word, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as her body shook with silent sobs. His warmth, his familiar presence, was the only thing keeping her grounded.

“I can’t be here,” she whispered into his chest, her voice thick with emotion. “Take me away, please.”

He nodded, understanding without needing further explanation. Taking her hand, he led her outside to his car. They drove in silence, the city lights blurring as they headed toward their spot—the cliff overlooking the city, where they’d always go to escape the world.

They parked, the cool night air sweeping through the open windows. Jay climbed onto the hood of the car, patting the spot next to him. She joined him, her body still tense from the events of the night.

Reaching into his pocket, Jay pulled out a blunt and lit it, taking a long drag before offering it to her. She took it, inhaling deeply, feeling the smoke fill her lungs and numb the edges of her pain.

“I don’t want to feel anything right now,” she murmured, staring out at the city lights twinkling below them. Her voice was hollow, distant.

He didn’t say anything, just sat beside her, a silent support. The high from the weed began to settle over her like a blanket, dulling the sharpness of her emotions. But it didn’t take away the weight in her chest.

After a while, she turned to look at him. His face was close, his eyes reflecting the same pain, the same helplessness she felt. She leaned in slightly, her breath hitching as the space between them seemed to shrink. Their foreheads touched, and her pulse quickened as their lips hovered, inches apart.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered, his voice soft but laced with tension.

She hesitated for only a second before giving him a small, almost imperceptible nod. That was all the confirmation he needed.

He closed the gap between them, his lips meeting hers in a gentle, slow kiss. The kiss deepened, driven by the swirling emotions of the night—grief, anger, frustration, and a desperate need for comfort. It wasn’t just about physical closeness; it was about escaping everything, even if just for a moment.

The world faded around them, leaving only the two of them, lost in each other.

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The soft glow of the city lights filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows as Y/n descended the spiral staircase of her giant penthouse. The cool, sleek marble beneath her feet contrasted with the warmth of the dimmed lights and the subtle scent of her mother’s favorite tea.

Her mother, seated elegantly on the plush couch in the living room, sipped from a porcelain cup while reading a novel. As Y/n passed her, heading for the door, her mother glanced up, sharp eyes following her daughter's every move.

“Tell Jay I said hello,” her mother called out casually, not lifting her gaze from the book again.

Without slowing her stride, Y/n tossed a quick "Okay, Mom" over her shoulder and continued out the door. She didn’t need to explain where she was going. They both knew.

The elevator doors slid open, and she stepped into the glossy lobby, offering a polite smile to the receptionist. “Good evening,” she greeted softly, moving toward the entrance where the doorman tipped his hat to her as she passed.

Stepping outside, the cool night air kissed her skin as she spotted Jay, waiting for her by his motorcycle, his usual laid-back grin already in place. His six friends lounged nearby, leaning on their motorcycles or expensive sports cars, the engines occasionally rumbling in the quiet night.

He handed her a helmet without a word, and she took it with a smirk, securing it over her head. “By the way,” she said as she mounted the bike behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist, “my mom says hi.”

Jay let out a low chuckle. “She’s always been a fan,” he teased, glancing back at her before starting the bike. With a roar, the engine came to life, and soon they were speeding down the streets, his friends following closely behind, the city lights blurring into streaks around them.

They arrived at the party deep in the woods, the pounding bass of the music echoing through the trees. People were already scattered around—dancing, drinking, laughing as the night stretched on. The bonfire flickered, casting golden shadows across the crowd, and the air smelled of smoke and freedom.

Jay parked his motorcycle near the fire, and they both leaned against it, drinks in hand, watching their friends let loose under the night sky. The cool bottle felt good against her fingers, the steady thump of the music a constant rhythm in the background.

He wrapped a casual arm around her waist, pulling her a little closer, and she leaned into him without thinking. It was natural, the way they fit together like this, in moments like these where the line between friendship and something more blurred. But tonight, there was a different energy in the air.

“You ever think about us?” he asked, his voice quiet but clear over the music.

Y/n blinked, turning her head to look up at him. His face was serious now, the playful smirk from earlier gone. “About what?” she asked, even though she knew exactly what he meant.

“You know,” he continued, his thumb brushing lightly against her waist. “What we are...and if we could be more.”

Her heart tightened in her chest, a flood of emotions swirling. They’d been in this friends-with-benefits arrangement for a while now, and she liked it—no, loved it. But there was a part of her that was scared. Scared of what could happen if they crossed that line. She had seen firsthand what love could do. She had seen how her parents' relationship had shattered, leaving nothing but bitterness and hurt behind.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked away, her gaze settling on the fire in the distance. “After everything that happened with my parents...I don’t want to end up like them.”

His grip on her waist tightened slightly, a sign of his frustration, but also his understanding. “I’m not your dad,” he said firmly, leaning closer to make sure she understood. “I would never be like him.”

She swallowed hard, her emotions in a tangle. She loved him—at least, she thought she did. More than just a best friend, and maybe more than just this casual thing they had. But the fear of losing him completely if it all went wrong held her back.

Seeing her hesitation, Jay offered a small smile, his usual confidence tinged with softness. “Give me one day,” he said, his tone light but serious. “One day to show you I’m different. That we could be different.”

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly, the tension between them dissipating as he grinned at her response. “One day,” she agreed, a small smile tugging at her lips.

He finished his drink and stood, offering his hand to her. “Now, let’s dance.”

Rolling her eyes, she took his hand, letting him pull her into the crowd. The beat of the music thudded beneath their feet, and for now, just for tonight, she let herself forget the fear. Let herself be with him, in this moment, without worrying about tomorrow.

They danced together under the moonlight, their bodies moving in sync, the weight of unspoken feelings lingering in the air between them.

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won't you smile, I'm shooting a movie!

” I'll see you around. ”— the start of every love story ever.

hyung line / gn!reader, fluff, kinda angsty, (2.3k wc) thank u sm for proofreading my lovey @leaderwon . . . warnings— conflicting violence on heeseung's, reader gets minor injury on sunghoon's, tell me if i missed anything!

note— I wrote all of this at school surprisingly (cause we rlly didn't do shit the whole day <//3 just complying missing requirements which i already did) So pls do enjoy this!! + reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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LEE HEESEUNG. . . highschool au

You got in trouble for beating up a two-faced bully. Even it was fighting a bully, how were you the only one who got serious penalising? Good question. A classmate told you about their situation and you didn't hesitate to approach the one who provoked your classmate and give them a rough taste of your fist. Since you were the one who attacked first, the bully didn't get the same punishment as they were just minding their own business. You weren't in a real good mood that day and had you acted so recklessly, but hey, you gave that bully a black eye so maybe it wasn't such a loss.

The school charges you to mop the whole gym until every corner of the ground is shiny in just a day. The school gym is huge, you wouldn't be able to finish mopping the whole gym in just one day, yet you have to, even if it means you have to go home very late at night.

You didn't have any problem with this punishment though, unlike the other ones that were given to past delinquents, they were way more gross to what they're making you do, so you were a tiny bit thankful that they only ordered you to mop the ground.

You started cleaning after the basketball team's practice, already late since this was after school hours, then again, you didn't mind.

You were quietly mopping until a man barged in the door, flinching at the sudden blare of the door.

You gazed at the figure standing right at the door to see Heeseung frozen in place.

Your eyes locked onto each other as he took small steps inside the gym.

" And you are..? " You asked loudly, the echo reaching to the man's ears.

" Heeseung. Basketball team captain. " He answered sternly, reluctantly proceeding inside.

" What are you doing here so late at night? " You raised a brow, still mopping the floor.

" To practice? What about you? "

" You can't practice , I'm cleaning right now... And aren't you supposed to be going home? "

" Why can't I? " Heeseung's brows furrowed, completely ignoring your question.

" It's my punishment, I have to mop the gym floor, can't stop until every corner of this floor is shiny. " You halt from what you were doing, taking a break to ease your numb arms.

Heeseung understood your situation so he headed toward the bleachers, wanting to not make any more mess to the floor you have worked hard on cleaning. You were dumbfounded why he still stayed inside the gym rather than just leaving, like what any normal person would do.

" Alright, I won't practice, but are you sure you can finish mopping all of this in just one night? " You shifted your gaze at where the man was sitting, " I ask myself the same thing every minute passes, but I think I can manage. "

Heeseung didn't plan on leaving the gym while you were in there, originally, he wanted to patiently wait for you to finish so he could start practicing on his own, though things took a turn, already having the assumption that you won’t be finishing anytime soon.

Though, he felt bad leaving after trying to stand by, so he tried to keep you company for the night, entertained you with silly topics to save you from the boredom of your chore. You were at disarray the first few minutes he entered due to his cold demeanor and the unlikeable first impression, though as time passes by inside the gym with him, you get to enjoy every conversation he starts. Feeling very much awake every time he lets out a word that gets you genuinely laughing. You weren't much of a talker so you didn't have a say in anything, letting the man share the stuff he deems to share.

However when Heeseung ran out of topics to talk about, he realized that he didn’t wish to leave yet, and he most especially didn't want to stay silent and have the awkward air take over; so he stood up and made his way to the gym storage room, then exiting the room with a mop on his grasp.

To your surprise started mopping with you at the other end of the court, which you find yourself dumbfounded once again by his sudden action.

You interrupted him from what he's doing yet he still insisted on the work. You let out an awkward laugh, knowing well that the man won't be leaving you anytime soon.

Time check… 9:37 PM

You two have finally finished your mopping duty, letting out a triumphant cheer, Heeseung putting his hands up for a high five in which you mirrored. Knowing that it was only the two of you left, you two quickly take your respective bags and leave the school grounds.

Heeseung halted his steps by the time he reached the gate, stopping you from your tracks as well, clueless on his frozen figure.

" Before we went our separate ways, I didn't catch your name the whole time we were inside. " He laughed. Your eyes widened by the realization, you didn't want to seem so mysterious to the other so you happily exposed your name to him, " Y/n, I'm Y/n. "

" Oh… I hope to see you around in the future, Y/n. " He flashed a smile in which you did the same, slowly continuing your track until your figure had become completely blurry to the man's vision.

Heeseung quietly repeats the name that has entered his ear. Y/n… definitely a name he will never forget.

PARK JONGSEONG. . . regency era au

Jongseong was overwhelmed with the amount of mothers wanting to talk to him for their daughters, and so he exited the abode to catch some fresh air. He was glad for the amount of women wanting him to be their suitors yet he wasn't planning to be in a relationship at this point of life.

He only wanted to come to this party to finally get to interact with others as a normal man in the town and yet because of his charming looks, women swooned, attempting to hog his attention several times and of course, Jay was not delighted.

Though thankfully, he did get to have a conversation with one guest at that party.

Jay settled on a terrace, which was fortunately empty, much to his satisfaction of being alone.

" What are you doing out here? " Jay hears your voice behind, not taking notice.

" Sir, the party's inside. " you politely added.

" I'm not feeling great to proceed inside. " The man answered, his eyes not leaving the night sky above.

You tilt your head in order to view the other yet to no avail, leaving you no choice but to stand right beside him.

In truth, this was your abode, your parents have planned this small party pretty much to your dismay. You didn't like socializing with other women and their never ending discussion of yearning validation from men. You didn't seek those kinds of conversations so you always hid in the terrace of your home, in other words, your safe space. No one had any interest in going anywhere outside your home since the real fun happens inside, which made you delighted, meaning that no one else except you, get to enjoy the wonderful view your terrace beholds.

But now there's another person here, seeking the same fresh air as yours.

You had mixed feelings about this since you weren't fond of interactions with other people although you were also intrigued having to have subtle similarities with the man beside you right at this moment.

" Are you perhaps tired too? " You started.

" Physically, no. Socially? yeah. " The man replied, escaping a long sigh as he said 'yeah'. " I must say, we're quite similar then. "

You both went quiet for a while, this is what you two craved for anyway. The silent sounds coming from nature were relaxing, and it totally increased Jay's social battery.

" Imagine attending a luxurious party like this one and not having the time to socialize with people. "

" I was entertaining people earlier, " The man retorts. " It just felt suffocating staying there for a long period of time. "

" I also saw a hoard of women wanting your attention. "

" Oh please, I'm not interested in being a suitor in any way. "

" Perfect. I'm not interested in being wed anytime soon, so that gives us another point on the similarity system. "

After a few other chit-chatting, the both of you felt somehow... comfortable. Spending all the precious party time on the tranquil terrace.

Jay found out days later that your family was the one who held the party, sulking to himself about the never ending thought that he must've been disrespectful towards you during the night at the terrace. As a result, he plans to speak to you again just for him to give you his sincere apologies.

SIM JAEYUN. . . brother's best friend trope

Sim Jaeyun worked extra hard every day of his precious life. He never has time to spare unless it's hanging out with your brother.

You are in a very wealthy family so you didn't need to work hard… yet. Though seeing your brother's best friend being so passionate about his hard work made you swoon, you wanted to feel connected to him somehow.

Jake had already lingered quite the feelings for you, though he didn't commit to it, due to the major difference between your world and his.

He only stuck by your family's side due to your parents never ending guidance on Jake's journey in his life, he didn't want to just bail on your family after all the help that they had given him and his family through the years.

Even if things go rough on his end, the thought of giving up never overtook him. Because the people he cherished a whole lot were always there to support him, especially you; and because of that, you came to admire him… and by admire, you developed a crush on him.

You brushed off the fact that he wasn't wealthy, you loved him and wanted him to be yours and that was all that spiraled in your brain.

You and Jake had a neutral relationship, after all, he's your brother's best friend, meaning, he visits your home when every opportunity strikes.

Howbeit… the last time he had visited was also the last time you two have talked.

Jake decided to sleep in your home for the night, and none of you nor your family minded. It was midnight when you felt your stomach grumbling, craving for anything edible would do since it extremely bothered you from falling asleep.

You went downstairs to your kitchen, checking the refrigerator to check for anything to satisfy your appetite. You ended up cooking yourself fried rice and Sunny Side up eggs. You assumed the frying sounds of the pan didn't cause anyone to wake from their slumber.

" Hey. " A raspy voice took you by surprise, turning around to see a man standing by the entrance of the kitchen. His broad shoulders and muscled biceps making it obvious it was Jake.

" Why are you awake? " You asked, cracking the eggs out of the pan.

" It was the smell coming from here so I thought I'd come and check it out. " The raspy tone of his voice sent you shivers, you were a complete stranger for the sudden atmosphere created in the kitchen. You felt nervous speaking to him, yet you have to if you want your relationship with him to develop… chances are low but it wouldn't hurt to try.

" That smells good. What're you cooking? " He leaned on the counter, attempting to take a closer look at the dish you were cooking.

You went to the fridge once more to get another egg. " You want one? " you quietly asked.

Jake hummed as an agreement, " Scrambled or sunny side? " you asked.

" Scrambled. "

" Alrighty. "

After cooking, you two quietly feast on your midnight meals. Jake initiated a conversation between you and him and the talk took longer than expected.

Causing things to have things slipped out of your tongue telling him things he shouldn't have heard, so in return, Jake also exposed himself to things people shouldn't know (honestly, you're an exception for him).

It was a long night and you were glad to have known a lot about the man you always found ravishing. Even in the dark you could still trace his messy hair and his alluring face, and with that you still find yourself falling deep into a hole.

Jake insisted on washing the dishes for the night, since you already cooked him a delicious meal. You cleaned the counter you both ate on and the two of you talk throughout the chore.

You extremely enjoyed his company, and you wanted more interactions with him like this in the future; when you both talk continuously like old close friends.

Yet the next day he was gone, took off, left, just like that.

Your brother said that there was an emergency involving his family, so you brushed it off, expecting for his return soon.

Days of waiting for weeks, months, even years. You lost hope of ever reuniting with Jake.

Until the day came when he unexpectedly walked into your home, carrying luggage, wearing formal attire, happily greeting your family due to his return.

… and you felt more of a nervous wreck than excited to see him after years.

PARK SUNGHOON. . . ice skating au

Park Sunghoon is a busy man, he has no time to mingle with people and so he doesn't seek romantic relationships.

He never spends a day without practicing his skills on the ice rink. Everyday and night he has been seen there performing tricks for his next competition, aiming to be in the olympics someday, so he works his hardest to be as skillful as the ones who have been nominated there.

You are as passionate as Sunghoon when it comes to Ice skating, and you look up to him a whole lot. Visiting the very same ice rink he always goes to and watching him practice always makes your day. You wanted to be like him so bad, and you were desperate to learn his ways.

You were no one to Sunghoon, he had no idea about your existence, yet you didn't mind. You were a big fan of his skills and talents and that was all you admired him for.

One day you wanted to test your own skills on the rink, so you visited the rink very late at night for the first time, making you relieved knowing no other people but you are in the area. You didn't want anyone else seeing you fail miserably.

You were an experienced skater, but you never got to try other stunts and so you were willing to attempt them on this very night.

As you start to skate your way in the middle of the rink, you start practicing yourself.

Unbeknownst to you the man watching you train from the side of the rink right at this moment. He had sparkles in his eyes when he saw you at the center, skating passionately with your eyes closed. It's like you trust yourself too much to not fall down, you trust yourself too much to have your eyes shut the whole time he was observing you.

He came to admire your courage, he suddenly felt inspired. Other than being surprised and pissy for not being the only person in the rink, he felt connected and somehow, after what he just witnessed, he felt like he had to get to know you and your ways.

" Hey. " He spoke loudly, you opened your eyes in a state of panic, causing you to lose concentration and slip completely to the ground, feeling a sudden sting as your bottom landed straight on the ice.

Sunghoon gasped at the sight, almost feeling the pain you felt from quite a distance. He swiftly skate his way towards you, " I'm so sorry, oh my god— Are you okay?! " His eyes widened as he checked your state. He placed his arms under your shoulders in an attempt to lift you up.

You were baffled to have Park Sunghoon talk to you right now… no, having The Park Sunghoon to get you out of your skating trance, causing you the pain you're feeling right now… How dare he?! you internally fumed.

You only nodded in response, quietly hissing at your painfully bruised hips. Sunghoon felt extremely guilty for the minor injury he had caused, thus escorting you out of the rink and advised you to sit on the bleachers for a while.

Sunghoon continuously apologized for what he caused, yet you kept repeating the words " It's alright! " Though both of you know damn well it wasn't.

" No, this would totally affect your skating, what if the pain becomes permanent? don't act so calm about it! " Sunghoon sneered, you hold your laugh at how adoringly cute his worried state is.

" I bet the pain will be gone tomorrow, Sunghoon… I'm sorry for making you worry. "

" No, I'm sorry. "

" But— "

" No, don't even. " Sunghoon cutted off, you were unable to strike a rebuttal without the other interrupting you once again, so you gave up.

There was silence for a few seconds then breaking the deafening atmosphere with a soft chuckle escaping your lips, causing Sunghoon to get flustered for unknown reasons.

After a few minutes of sitting on the bleachers with Sunghoon as your company, you finally gained the strength to get back to the rink again.

Sunghoon dislikes having other people at the rink this late at night, he's extremely content being all by himself. However that might actually change, unknowingly wanting you around more than just now…

You both ought to learn a thing or two from each other.

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[jaeyunluvr]

skin to skin

shirtless cuddling w enha's hyung line

heeseung giggles due to endearment when you ask to cuddle shirtless. he actually loves the idea so much because he totally agrees when you say "it's just another way to feel closer to you than i already am." he loves how warm you feel against his chest, he just loves loves how he can feel every part of you against him. he coos at you when you unconsciously keep pressing soft kisses to his collarbone and kisses you on the top of your head.

actually jay is just plain confused at first because why would you even want to cuddle shirtless? nevertheless he agrees to it and trust me he would fall in love with the idea </3 he absolutely is obsessed with the fact that he gets to breathe in your natural scent. he loves to bury his face into your neck and would 100% want you to play with his hair and very much likely to fall asleep that way.

jaeyun is soooo badly down for it because for starters he gets to bury his face into your boobs. he will literally hold you as close to him as possible, and press his nose into your boobs and presses his cheek against them when he needs to breathe lol. again, he loves it when you play with his hair. if you actually fall asleep, he rests his chin right above your chest to stare at his pretty baby with all the love in his eyes. his hands never leave your waist and he will literally stay like that forever.

sunghoon is so smug about everything but when you ask him to cuddle shirtless he gets a little shy? he does agree to it and gets bold midway. he pulls you on top of him, your legs tangled with his and the sheets covering both of you. rubs his hand up and down your back to help you relax and he will actually fight you if you don't kiss his neck from time to time. he will let you kiss his biceps though he doesn't understand the point of it at all. 

[seozii]

── ❝ ꒰ TIRED .ᐟㅤ ៸៸﹙ Jay ﹚ ᶻ𐰁

He came home tired, so you thought it was a good idea to treat him with cuddles rather than adding to his stress.

⸝♡ fluff, 586 WC,so sorry for missing days of fictober, been busy due to some personal issues but yeah. Will try to make up for the days that have been missed (day 11 & two more I think) 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑

“Welcome back jay!” You greeted A wide grin spread across your face when you saw the door fling open and jay stepping into the apartment.

He had been long gone, away at the company to work on somethings the manger had tasked them to do. You couldn’t deny how long the entire day felt without him.

Rising up from the chair, you stood up to give him a big hug.

It took you by surprise when you felt jay wrap his arms around you even tighter, which was something not so usual. It only happened on days like this when he was tired and stressed.

He finally pulled out looking at the ground with an embarrassed expression. “I’m sorry if I hugged you too tightly” he apologized not breaking eye contact with the ground.

“Hey you don’t need to be sorry, you needed it anyways” you reassured gently using your hand to Pat his shoulders.

“C-can you please cuddle with me?” He asked getting shy at his own request.

He was never the type to speak up whenever he wanted something from you. It was either you guessed or unintentionally do it. You were always the one initiating for cuddles.

“Sure!” You beamed smiling at him, carefully taking his hand in yours as you led him up the staircase.

You laid on top of the bed rolling and tumbling, sinking into the softness of the duvet. While jay washed up, changing into his pajamas after.

He climbed onto the bed, lying not even up to an inch away from you. He wasn’t All too Familiar with how cuddling works, so he left all the work for you.

Seeing no action had been taken place you turned back to look over at jay. “What’s wrong? Didn’t you say you wanted to cuddle?” You asked a hint of worry in your tone.

“I-I do but…..how do I put this” he stammered avoiding eye contact with you. “I don’t know what to do” he blurted out.

You giggled at his reaction, understanding what he meant. “I get you. Don’t worry then”

With your full body facing him, you leaned in closer.

His heart was racing with his mind running with thoughts of what you could possibly pull off next. The distance from your face to his was enough to make him nervous.

He was a bit startled and disappointed when all you did was wrap your hands around him, snuggling into his chest like a bear.

It wasn’t like he didn’t like it, he was just expecting something more, like a kiss or does things that happen at that moments in a Wattpad story.

But there was something about the warmth of your body that made him feel comfort.

He slowly melted into your arms, shrugging off his previous thoughts and disappointment. It was better to enjoy the moment now that occupying his mind with thoughts he knew would rarely come through.

Everything about your body felt so soft, and comforting, it made him feel at ease. He didn’t even notice that he was already drifting off to sleep, constantly closing and opening his eyes trying to fight the urge to stay awake.

After minutes of trying to fight the urge to fall asleep his eyes slowly closed, his breath became steady.

“Aww so cute” you squealed lightly pinching his cheeks as you took in the sight of his cute sleeping face.

[sunhee27]

✿ Enha when one of the members gets a girlfriend

• 엔하이픈 ୨୧ f ! r・fluff established relationship ・kisses, petnames ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ pls reblog if you like it and/or requests are welcome.

• 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 (이희승)

-Relived/adoring

They all let out a sigh when Heeseung told them that he has a girlfriend. Knowing Heeseung, they knew that he needed to have people around him. 

As much as they tease, they also just adore you guys. Heeseung would be an absolute angel around you, and they all knew that you were his happy pill, his happy place and a person he felt mostly relaxed with. The man could almost not sleep without you. 

And the members were thankful of you to make his this happy and relaxed, knowing he was being loved and cared for. Giving him his well needed rest. 

They would tease about it at times, like when you accidentally feel asleep on him. Or taking pictures when you both fell asleep hugging and when he was back hugging you in the kitchen.  (Rest of the members under the cut)

• 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐀𝐘 (박종성)

-jealous

Don’t get me wrong but the members would be so jealous whenever Jay would be yapping about you, calling you his princess and stuff. You and him have been together for almost a decade man, at least that’s what it felt. And the members would be jealous about how perfect yours and his relationship was. 

Okay but like, they still loved you guys and adored your interactions. They also liked talking to you, because they could get you to say every embarrassing thing Jay did that he only told you.

And then they would tease Jay about it, but he loved you too much to even be mad at you. 

• 𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 (심재윤)

-not surprised/not leaving you alone 

It came to no one’s surprise that Jake would get a girlfriend sooner or later. But that didn’t mean that they wouldn’t want to see everything you and him did. It was all just so giggly. 

Annoying Jake was another plus, but when Jake finally snapped, they would all go wild. There was just something so fun about it all. 

Whenever they saw the two of you having your moment, they would take pictures, post them and make Jake annoyed. 

But it was all with love and everyone knew. And even when the members accidentally leaked you and Jake’s relationship, he didn’t get mad, he was only relieved that it finally happened and now you and Jake didn’t have to be secret all the time. 

• 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 (박성훈)

-scared

They would honestly be scared of getting any close to you. Like they knew Sunghoon would throw hands. 

Even if Sunghoon would ask questions like ‘isn’t my girlfriend beautiful’ at the dinner table while showing pics of you. They would all gulp and not answer, knowing that whatever they said would not be taken well. But on the other hand, you were so nice and just wanted to interact with his member, give a good impression. 

But Sunghoon just wanted you for himself. He would hug the shit out of you if you ever said that you wanted to talk with the members.

• 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 (김선우)

-Joining

Sunoos girlfriend= everyone’s friends 

Man these members would not leave you two alone. Like if you were just chilling with each other in the living room, they would randomly join, even against Sunoos protests. They wouldn’t do it to be mean, they just really liked you guys, they let you do what you want, but you could not escape that they were always by your sides. 

Okay but like, they would respect you guys and give you the time alone. But you and Sunoo didn’t complain that much anyways. 

So once in a while you would have a, seven boys and one girl night. 

• 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 (양정원)

-Protecting

Don’t tell me they wouldn’t. Like they are gatekeeping y’all to the max. Dating rumours, what are those???

They would be so protective to their leader, knowing how much effort he already put in the group. And getting a girlfriend was even more crazy, they would accept it and also love it, but they were not letting anyone touch or even interact with you guys. 

So whenever you two were just cuddling and a camera randomly popped out of nowhere, they knew that it could leak everything. Making them so feral. 

• 𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 (西村力)

-teasing

Being the youngest has a cost. Being the youngest with a girlfriend on the other hand😈

They would tease him so much about it, take pictures, make jokes. Make Niki flush red and go bonkers. 

But as soon as you stepped into the game, they would all go quiet. Like really, they didn’t dare make fun anymore. That made Niki just smirk at them and laugh. 

Then laterrrrrr, when they tease again saying ‘loverboy is blushing when she is around’ he would hit back with. 

‘Y’all can’t even pull girls, and I am even the youngest here’ dissed for real. 

[wonfilms]

enhypen + giving them a hickey

0T7! { warnings: kissing, intense but there's nothing crazy} a/n: this was kinda crazy and very out of my usual writing style but THERES A FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING gen: fluff + suggestive

“oh? what’re you getting at doll..?” heeseung’s eyes showed no sign of shyness, instead they glistened with a sort of playfulness as your lips pressed greedily against his neck, your eyelashes gently brushing his skin as your face presses up against it, he curses softly under his breath,  “hmm…” your hums reverberated through him too, sending gentle waves of want through his abdomen, butterflies threatening to flood his stomach. he sucks in a breath stroking your hair softly, as a soft groan of appreciation slipped absent-mindedly from his lips, his head gently tilting up, hair splayed across the sheets, giving you even further access to his neck. “you better not leave a mark h..honey…”

“...oh so that’s what’re you’re doing?” jay smirks softly, a gentle blush covering his cheeks as he feels your teeth graze his jawline.. and then your smile oh so “innocent“-ly against his skin.. and he feels a moan slip from his mouth. “oh god” he curses under his breath.. hands tangling gently in your hair as he melts against the pillows.. his hair tousled.. he looks almost vulnerable, jay never looks vulnerable.. except for now.. you’ve got him wrapped around your little finger and all he was doing is letting you work him up,  “y..you’re gonna make me go crazy ___ ”

“t..tickles-” jake complains breathily, his teeth trapping his soft bottom lip between them.. Your breath grazed his neck ever so gently it felt like a dream. his head swam with hazy thoughts that he didn’t think he was capable of picturing. it all felt like too much.. his skin was warm against your mouth.. sensitive , as your teeth gently bit down at the sweet spot on his neck that you’d mapped into your head a hundred times over. he cowered under your touch, a vivid warm blush flooding his cheeks, “y..you’re such a little tease” 

“d…don’t stop.” sunghoon’s words are barely audible. he’s completely lost, face flushed and body pliable under your gentle touches. your mouth works wonders as you suck soft marks against his pale skin, a physical reflection of your love. he breathes out shakily as your tongue traces little patterns against the sweet spot under his jaw. he watches through lidded eyes as you kiss every little mole and beauty spot on his neck, that’s all he can do.. all he can do is be an utter blushing mess for you. 

“y..you better help cover this up later..?” sunoo laughs gently as he feels your gentle lips against his skin, he sucks in a breath letting you kiss his neck almost feather light, it’s almost ticklish… until your press a slightly harder kiss against his adam’s apple, it sent a flash of warmth up to his cheeks, making them rosy. you have the audacity to smirk, it’s cute, he makes a mental note to get you back later  as he sighs smiling.. “you’re crazy y’know”

“i… i thought you wanted help with your thesis.. w..what–” jungwon’s eyes fluttered shut as you kissed him cutting his speech off. he hummed softly into the kiss, lips gravitating towards you even when you pull away. he pouts confused before you’re pushing him backwards, his head hits the pillows and his eyes widen as he feels your tongue gently drawing hearts against his neck. a gentle groan leaves his mouth.. it’s like he has something lodged in his throat, the way his tried to swallow down his noises. his head swam as he gripped the sheets. he hears you whisper “just relax” into his ear, lips grazing his lobes. “c…can’t relax when i have you kissing my neck like that..”

“this.. is so gonna leave a damn mark” niki strokes your cheek trying to play it cool as you kiss his neck hungrily, it feels surreal to him, your soft plump lips dragging so damn gently against his skin, your teeth nibbling gently before pulling away, your tongue soothing the temporary sting, his head swam imprinting this feeling right into his memory, he was going to tease you later but for now all he could do was drown himself in the feeling of your kisses. 

[dksfml]

you'll just have to taste me - lhs

pairing: boyfriend!heeseung x gn!reader genre: childhood friends turn to lovers that don't kiss, slightly suggestive summary: heeseung and you agreed to a one-month no-kissing rule after becoming a couple to ease into the change. but when you steal the last bite of his ice cream, heeseung can’t hold back any longer, finding the perfect moment to break the rules. word count: 1k

heeseung’s fingers brushed against yours as he handed over the ice cream cone, his eyes locking onto yours with that familiar, playful glint. “hold this for me? i’ll be right back.”

“sure,” you agreed, watching him step aside to focus on his phone. his face creased in concentration as he typed, completely engrossed. you smiled softly to yourself, glancing down at the ice cream. it was beginning to melt slightly, the edges softening. without thinking too much, you took a tiny bite, savoring the cool sweetness.

one bite became another, then another. by the time heeseung turned back to you, you were finishing off the last bit, absentmindedly licking the spoon clean.

heeseung blinked, then frowned, a dramatic pout forming on his lips. “you didn’t,” he said slowly, his eyes narrowing in disbelief.

you tried to look innocent, but your smile gave you away. “it was melting! you were taking forever.”

heeseung’s gaze shifted between the empty cone and you, his brow furrowing like he couldn’t believe you’d betray him like this. “that was my favorite ice cream.”

“was,” you teased, shrugging. “i did you a favor.”

he tilted his head, eyes narrowing mischievously, his lips curving into a slow smile. “you did, huh?” he stepped closer, his presence warm and familiar, but his expression unreadable.

“uh-huh. besides, it’s just ice cream.” you waved it off, though the way heeseung was looking at you made you slightly nervous. his eyes darkened, and that playful glint turned into something more intense. the air around you seemed to shift, becoming heavier, charged with something unspoken.

“you know,” heeseung began, his voice soft but firm as he took another step closer, closing the gap between you, “i think i deserve a taste.”

your heart skipped a beat, but you laughed, trying to break the tension. “taste of what? i already ate it.”

his eyes stayed locked on yours, unwavering. “not the ice cream.” the words hung in the air between you, and before you could even process what he meant, heeseung was leaning in, his hand cupping your jaw, and in an instant, his lips were on yours.

the kiss came without warning, but it wasn’t tentative. heeseung kissed you like he had been waiting for this moment far too long, and now that it was happening, he wasn’t going to hold back. his lips were soft, but the kiss was heated, full of a hunger that caught you off guard.

your mind went blank, your heart racing as his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you even closer. his lips moved against yours with a slow, deliberate pressure that sent a rush of warmth through your body. it was overwhelming, intoxicating. you could feel his breath, warm and ragged against your skin, the taste of ice cream lingering faintly on his lips, but there was something else—something distinctly him.

heeseung’s other hand found your waist, pulling you flush against him. the contact sent a shiver down your spine, your pulse quickening as he deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against your lower lip, coaxing it open. the kiss turned from teasing to desperate, his grip tightening around you like he couldn’t get enough.

you were supposed to be holding back—no kissing for a month, that was the rule you had set. the thought flashed briefly in your mind, but it was gone just as quickly, swept away by the intensity of the moment. the way his lips claimed yours, the way his body pressed against you, it was impossible to think about anything else.

your hands found their way to his chest, fingers curling into his shirt as you kissed him back with just as much fervor. heeseung let out a low hum of approval, the sound vibrating between your lips, and it sent another wave of heat coursing through you. his hand slipped under your shirt, just enough to feel the bare skin of your waist, the touch light but electrifying.

and then, just as suddenly as it began, heeseung pulled back, both of you gasping for air. his forehead rested against yours, eyes half-lidded as he caught his breath, lips swollen and red from the kiss.

for a moment, neither of you spoke, the world around you falling away. there was only the sound of your breaths mingling, the lingering heat between your bodies.

“i thought—” you started, your voice shaky from the intensity of the kiss, “i thought we were waiting a month.”

heeseung’s lips twitched into a lopsided smile, his thumb brushing over your lower lip, still damp from the kiss. “i tried,” he murmured, voice husky, sending a new thrill through you. “but i couldn’t take it anymore.”

he leaned in again, his lips brushing against your ear. “you ate my ice cream,” he whispered, the warmth of his breath making you shiver. “and you looked so damn cute doing it.”

your pulse raced at the confession, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. “so… kissing me was revenge?”

heeseung chuckled, his voice low and teasing. “oh no. this wasn’t revenge.” his lips ghosted over yours, not quite touching, leaving you wanting. “this was something i’ve been wanting to do for a long time. the ice cream just… gave me an excuse.”

your breath hitched, your heart pounding as he closed the distance again, but this time, the kiss was slower, more intimate. he wasn’t rushing now, wasn’t holding back anything either. it was sensual, soft but intense in a way that made your entire body hum with electricity.

his lips moved against yours, slow and unhurried, like he was savoring every moment, every taste. his hand slid up to cradle your face, thumb brushing against your cheek, the gesture so tender that it made your chest tighten. you could feel the warmth of his body pressed against yours, the heat of his breath against your skin, and it was all too much and not enough at the same time.

when he pulled back again, his eyes were dark, his breathing uneven. “no more rules,” he murmured, his voice raw. “i can’t wait anymore.”

you nodded, still breathless, knowing full well that after this kiss, neither of you would be able to stop.

[giannan04]

mean dom jungwon putting you in handcuffs pleaseeee

OMG I love this request! It took me days but it’s finally posted! I had the time of my life writing this and I hope you love it! Thanks for requesting!🫶🏻

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Pairing: Jealous BF! Jungwon X Afab! Reader

Genre:SMUT!, slight ANGST, Established Relationship AU

Warnings: HEAVY SMUT! Slight BDSM (reader is in handcuffs), MEAN DOM! Jungwon, Slight dumbification (if you squint), choking, Oral Sex! (Both M & F receiving), throat-fucking, Unprotected sex (is BAD), cream-pie, P in V, angst, some fluff at the end, I think that’s it!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT‼️🔞

Your boyfriend Jungwon’s frustration (and jealousy) boil over when you come home late from the movies with Jake, a mutual friend who has always given him bad vibes. Despite your assurances that Jake is just a friend, Jungwon’s jealousy and anger reach a breaking point. Convinced that Jake’s intentions are not as innocent as you claim, Jungwon confronts you about your friendship with him, trying to tell you that Jake doesn’t want to be just your best friend. Tired of you being so naive, Jungwon decides it’s time he puts you in your place and shows you exactly who you belong to…

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Jungwon was standing in the shower, hot water streaming down his body as he ran a hand through his wet hair. He realized that you still weren’t home, even though you were supposed to be back from the movies by now. Bitterness settled deep in his chest. He’d been annoyed from the moment you told him you were going to see the new ‘Deadpool’ movie with your best friend, Jake, but now, his frustration was rising as it was getting dark outside, and you were still gone.

Jake was someone you both knew—mutual friend—but Jungwon hated that Jake wanted to go with just you. He had always suspected Jake had feelings for you, even though you insisted it was nothing. Still, Jungwon couldn’t forget the way Jake looked at you sometimes, casting you lingering glances and flirtatious smiles that were far too familiar; Jungwon would look at you that way before you two were together. He thought back to the countless times Jake had crossed the line. Like the time Jake 'jokingly' grabbed your waist at that party, or the time he was a little too eager to take pictures with you at the amusement park, standing too close, touching too much. Or the time he caught Jake looking up your skirt when you were all at the mall; and when Jungwon confronted him, he just brushed it off, not even denying it. Or the many times Jake always told Jungwon how “lucky he was to have you.” Jungwon gritted his teeth at the memories. And you, always too naive to see it. You kept insisting Jake was just a friend, that he was only being friendly because you were his best friend.

Jungwon let out a frustrated sigh as he stepped out of the shower, quickly drying himself off and getting dressed. Now he was getting worried—why weren’t you home yet?

Just as he was about to grab his phone, headlights flashed through the window. Jungwon crossed the room to the open window and looked down, seeing Jake’s car pull up in front of the house. He watched as Jake walked around the car to open your door, a smile on his face as you stepped out. Jungwon’s jaw clenched when he heard Jake’s voice through the cracked window.

“I’m really glad we got to spend time together, just the two of us,” Jake said, his tone light and flirty.

You laughed in response, completely unaware of the tension that was brewing upstairs. “Yeah, it was fun.”

Jungwon’s eyes narrowed as he saw Jake lean in for a kiss, but you turned around too late, completely missing his advance. Still, the sight of Jake trying to kiss you set Jungwon off. He stormed downstairs just as you walked through the door.

“What the hell was that?” Jungwon’s voice was sharp as you closed the door behind you.

You looked up at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

“You and Jake! I saw what happened outside. He tried to kiss you.”

Your eyes widened in shock. “No, he didn’t—”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” Jungwon snapped, stepping closer to you. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you, the way he flirts with you. And you, just letting it happen. Are you really that naive? Or do you just crave attention? Do I not give you enough?!”

Your face flushed with embarrassment. “I swear, Jungwon, I didn’t know he was going to do that. Jake’s just my friend.”

“Just your friend?” Jungwon scoffed. “Do you really think he sees you that way?”

“Yes! Jake’s been my best friend for years, he’s never tried anything. He’s also your friend, he wouldn’t do that to you.”

Jungwon ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “You’re so fucking clueless sometimes. You have no idea how guys like him think. He doesn’t just want to be your friend.”

The argument went on, Jungwon growing more and more pissed as you tried to defend your friendship with Jake. But Jungwon wasn’t having it.

“Enough,” he finally said, his voice cold and commanding. He rubbed his eyes, passed off and annoyed. “You’re going to learn who you belong to. I’m tired of this shit.”

Before you could say anything, Jungwon grabbed your wrist and pulled you upstairs to the bedroom. The door slammed shut behind you, and his eyes were dark with a mix of anger and lust.

“Take your clothes off. Now,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Your heart raced as you fumbled to obey, quickly undressing under his intense gaze. Before you could fully comprehend what was happening, he reached into the nightstand and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth to say something, but before you could react, he had you pinned down on the bed and your wrists were locked in place behind your back.

Jungwon’s eyes flashed as he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. “You’re going to learn your place tonight,” he growled.

He was rough from the start, his hands gripping your body as he pushed you deeper into the bed. Jungwon was always rough with you in the bedroom, but you had a feeling that this time would be different. The cool metal of the handcuffs bit into your wrists as you struggled against the restraint, but it only seemed to fuel his desire. And you weren’t gonna lie, it was turning you on. His mouth was on you in an instant, trailing hot kisses down your body until his lips reached your core. Without warning, his tongue flicked over your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

“Look at you, already so wet,” he murmured against your skin. “Did you get this worked up thinking about Jake?”

You shook your head, breathless. “N-no—”

“Don’t lie to me,” Jungwon growled, his fingers slipping inside you, curling in a way that made your eyes flutter and see stars. “I know exactly what you need. I’m the only one who can give it to you.”

Jungwon relentlessly teased your clit with his tongue, with his fingers moving in and out of you at a punishing pace. Your mind started to blur as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, but Jungwon didn’t stop. He pushed you further, taking his jealousy out on you as you whimpered beneath him.

“Such a dumb little thing,” he taunted, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re so fucking naive, letting him get so close to you. You’re mine, you hear me? No one else’s.”

You could barely form a coherent thought as your body shook from the intensity of it all. His fingers were hitting your g-spot just right. “Fuck, Jungwon. I’m close…” your cunt tightly clenched around his fingers as you came, and Jungwon just kept going. You felt like you were losing control, but Jungwon kept pushing you, not letting you come down from the high.

When he finally pulled away, you were a trembling mess, but he wasn’t done with you yet. Jungwon stood up, sucking your juices off of his fingers, his eyes dark as he grabbed your hair and forced you onto your knees. With a smirk, he pulled down his sweatpants, revealing his throbbing, erect cock. You nearly dropped at the sight.

“You’re going to take it,” he ordered, his grip on your face tightening. “And you’re not going to talk to Jake ever again.”

He gripped the base of his cock, the tip already leaking with precum, as he tapped it against your lips. “Tongue out,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. You complied without hesitation, your lips parting as you obediently stuck your tongue out, letting it brush against the swollen head of his dick.

Slowly, you swirled your tongue around the tip, savoring the salty taste of his precum. Your lips then wrapped around him, creating a tight seal as you started sucking him off, your mouth moving in slow, deliberate strokes. Saliva began to pool, dripping down over his shaft, coating him in slick warmth. You moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers through Jungwon’s body.

He groaned deeply, his head falling back slightly. “Fuck, baby, you suck my dick so well,” he panted, his voice husky with pleasure. But you could tell he was growing impatient. Jungwon always craved more, always wanted to take control. His grip on your hair tightened, and before you could prepare yourself, he thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper into your throat.

The sudden movement made you gag, your throat constricting around him as he pushed himself deeper, relentless in his pace. His hand on your head kept you firmly in place, and tears began to sting your eyes as he fucked your mouth. Your nose was nearly buried in his abdomen, the overwhelming sensation of him filling your throat almost too much to handle, but you knew better than to pull away.

“You understand me?” Jungwon growled, his voice ragged. “You’re mine. Only mine.”

Jungwon continued to thrust into your throat, his hands tangling in your hair. His cock was so far deep that you felt the tip grazing your tonsils as he fucked your throat, his balls slapping against your lips and chin. Droplets of tears rolled down your cheeks and you were gagging, but in a weird way, you loved the feeling of your boyfriend using your throat like this. “Mmmmm”, you groaned, the tip of his dick grazing your tonsils.

Jungwon moaned, "Fuck, I’m about to cum." Without warning, he stopped moving and held your head still, his cock twitching in your mouth, pressing against the inside of your cheeks. You felt his warm seed shoot into the back of your throat, the sweet and salty taste filling your mouth. As you pulled away, a thin string of his cum lingered on your bottom lip. Jungwon leaned his head back, eyes closed, and sighed. “Fuck, baby, you’re so nasty to me. Jake wishes you could suck his dick like that.”

But Jungwon wasn’t satisfied. He craved more—he wanted to destroy you, to remind you of your place after spending time with Jake. Roughly cupping your cheek, he said, "I’m not taking those off yet, baby," gesturing to the handcuffs. "I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet. Jake will never be able to fuck you the way I do. When I’m done with you, you won’t even remember that asshole’s name."

Jungwon roughly kissed you as he inserted his fingers into you, to make sure your pussy was ready for him. He pulled away and smirked. “Still wet, only I can turn you on like this.” He pushed you back into the bed, spreading your legs apart. “Don’t close your legs, or I’ll make sure you suffer way more.” “Yes, Jungwon”, you complied, laying on the bed with your legs spread far apart and your arms handcuffed behind your back.

Jungwon grabbed his erect cock, rubbing the head onto your swollen clit, teasing you. “Jungwonnn, ohmygod”. You were so impatient; his teasing felt good, but you needed more. Jungwon placed his rand hand on your neck, gripping it tightly, as he used his other hand to push his dick into you.

“Fuuuck.” The feeling of his erect, curved length felt so good. But Jungwon didn’t give you time to savor it. He immediately starting thrusting inside you, his grip on your waist hard enough to leave bruises behind. His right hand still gripped your throat, lightly choking you. “Fuck, baby, your pussy is so so good. And it’s all mine, you’re never giving my pussy away.” He moaned breathlessly, his thrusts getting stronger each time. The sound of skin slapping echoed in the small bedroom.

“Jungwon, I’m already close,” you moaned uncontrollably, your eyelids fluttering as you felt Jungwon’s erect cock throb inside of you.

“Me too, baby,” Jungwon’s grip tightened around your throat as his thrusts became more erratic. He looked down at you, his grip on your throat loosening. He kissed your forehead, continuing his erratic thrusts.

“Cum first baby.” You nodded, feeling pleasure course through your body as you came. Jungwon’s thrusts became light while you came, your cum coating his dick perfectly. “Fuck, Jungwon. I feel so good,” you cried out. Your legs trembled and lay flat on the bed. Jungwon finally reached his climax, his cum filling your hole perfectly. The warm feeling felt amazing to you, and you both moaned while his dick twitched inside you, filling you up.

When he finally pulled away, your body was spent, your throat raw. Jungwon’s demeanor had shifted. He uncuffed you, gently rubbing your wrists as he laid you back down on the bed. He kissed your body, showing extra love to the marks left by his thumbs on your waist and neck. Jungwon lay on the bed, gently pulling you on top of him while you wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your face into his neck.

“I know you and Jake are just friends,” he said quietly, his fingers tracing your skin as he wiped away the sweat. “But I see the way he looks at you. It drives me crazy.”

You nodded, still catching your breath. “I won’t talk to him anymore,” you whispered, agreeing without hesitation. You loved and needed Jungwon, and you weren’t going to let Jake ruin your relationship.

Jungwon leaned down, starting to clean you off, and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I don’t want to share you with anyone.”

You felt his hands on you, soft and gentle now as he took care of you, wiping away the remnants of sweat and cum. But when he realized how much he had missed, he chuckled.

“Looks like we need a shower,” he said, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to the bathroom.

The warmth of the water surrounded you both as Jungwon stood behind you, washing your hair and body with a tenderness that was in stark contrast to the roughness from earlier. Jungwon used one arm to wash you off, and one arm to hold you in place so you wouldn’t fall, as your legs were wobbly and you were still trembling a bit. He kissed your neck softly, whispering reassurances as the water cascaded over your bodies. “You’re mine,” he murmured, his arms wrapped around your waist. “Always.”

——-

[sophvilla]

Ride it like you Own it'

°°°°°°°°°Enha Series°°°°°°°°

Pairing: Bf! Jake X Gf! Femreader

Synopsis: Jake Loves it when you Ride Him till you're a total mess.

Warning: Smut, MDNI, 18+, Reader rides Jake, bit overstimulation, No protection used, Reader gets called baby, Cumming inside etc.

Sim Jaeyun | 심재윤

Jake loves when you Ride him to tears, He loves it When you bounce on his cock like your life depends on it, Tears Streaming down your face as He continues His Torturous Pounding inside your Sensitive cunt from below while praising How good you’re doing for him,

"fuuuuck," Jake groans, long and drawn out. he tosses his head back, his one hand is tangled in your lush hairs, pulling them away to form a pony at the back of your head as he uses his free hand to grip and knead at the fat of your hip before raising his palm and bringing it down hard on your ass.

you let out a high pitched squeal and clench around him.

"J-Jake," you whine, pretty tears collecting on your lash line.

"come on baby," he whispers, looking down to see where his cock disappears between your tight cunt as he chuckles at how tight you feel, "ride me harder, make yourself cum on my cock, gorgeous."

your lungs burn as you inhale heavily and you gyrate your hips faster. Jake moans loudly and bucks his hips up into you, making your clit grind against his happy trail. fat tears pour down your plump cheeks.

"s' deep, s' deep!" you moan and squirm above him as his tip nudges against your sweet spot.

"fuck," he growls, letting go of your hair too grip your hips, "stop runnin' from my dick baby, gotta fill you up real bad."

you choke and sob, trembling above him and clinging to his shoulders, whining and moaning over how good it feels.

"take it all baby," he mumbles, lips pressed against your ear, "m' not stoppin' till i cum s' deep in this pussy that she never forgets me.".

As he continues to thrust his cock inside of you at inhuman Speed while Mumbling Sweet nothing to you, your cunt Squeezing around his length Signalling you are close only for him to increase his Speed,

Fucking you even harder When he lays your body down’ on the couch with your legs wrapped around his waist as He angles your body lower, fucking Harder And deeper inside of your overstimulated pussy, pulling your Second orgasm of the night.

[blue-jisungs]

sweat

[ song inspo ! ] sweat by zerobase1

[ summary ! ] working out with jay :3

[ word count ! ] 451

“come on, baby. you’ve got that” jay’s smooth voice was almost persuading.

almost. only if you weren’t near passing out, air escaping from your lungs.

“i’m gonna kill you” you sighed, hands wiping the sweat off your face and jay just laughed “don’t laugh!”

jongseong has been asking you to go to the gym with him and you thought it could be cute. bonding.

and not… a near death experience.

on top of that, he was being sassy with it too. watching you with the corner of his eye, scoffing when he finished his set way before you.

which lead to now, him assisting you with your work out.

his hands were gently holding your ankles, even his hair stuck to his forehead by sweat.

“i am not doing five more, seriously. i’ll die” you huffed, puffing your cheeks. everything hurt, even parts of your body that you weren’t sure that existed.

“fighting, angel” he hummed, smile breaking into a huge grin.

“yeah, i’ll be fighting. you, once i get up” you snarled, finally looking at him. jay cocked his head. even post work out he looked so handsome. and you… you didn’t want to think about it.

“five more. you’ve got this. we’ll grab any food you’d like afterwards” he continued to bribe you, shuffling closer.

you just let out a dramatic sigh and made the scrunch. once sitting up, you moved your hands and flicked his nose. jay just giggled, thumbs drawing circles on your ankles.

“see? it wasn’t that hard” your boyfriend encouraged you. you managed to repeat it three more times, each of which you flicked his forehead, chin and between his brows. he didn’t even mind, just chuckling at your attitude.

“last one. come on, princess” he cheered.

you made the last scrunch, the muscles in your stomach burning. when you were on jay’s eye level, he let go of your ankles and moved to capture your lips in a kiss.

he didn’t care if you were sweaty or disheveled, he just poured the feeling of pride into that kiss. you just hummed in relief, moving your hands to his exposed arms. you felt him smiling against your lips before moving away.

you squeezed his arm with a grin.

“worth it, hm?” he teased, looking at you. you could feel his breath fanning on you cheek, his ebony eyes scanning your face.

“i guess” you snickered, finally meeting his gaze.

for a moment, it was just you two. only his loving look warming you up inside (or maybe it was the soreness slowly setting in).

“so, hotpot?” with a huge smile, you asked.

jay just nodded, bringing his hand to wipe the sweat from your temple.

enha m.list | event m.list

taglist. @primoppang ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @slytherinshua ,, @kazmura ,, @nicholasluvbot ,,

@weird-bookworm ,, @mon2sunjinsuver ,, @w3bqrl ,, @ocean-minho ,, @eternalgyu ,,

@haecien ,, @nonononranghaee

[enha-roza]

HYUNG LINE LOVE LANGUAGES

hyung line x 8thmember!oc

warnings : kissing, oral, cockwarming, nicknames (princess, doll, pretty, baby )

wc : 1.2k

Heeseung : Physical Touch Heeseung loves physical touch. Always has his hands on Roza in one way or another. Hands on her waist, resting on her thighs, arm around her shoulder. He just enjoys being right next to her. Even subconsciously drifting to stand next to her, hands instinctively wrapping around her waist. It all came naturally to him.

“And here is Roza, she is getting her makeup done!” Heeseung said, pointing the camera at her through the mirror. “Hello Engene! Do I look pretty?” she joked. “Of course you do!” Roza stood up, her makeup done. “Ahhh, I'm so nervous, I don't know why.” “Roza always gets nervous… but she always does well anyway.” Heeseung said to the camera, arm wrapping around Roza’s shoulder. “You think… my mind gets the best of me, i always freak myself out.” she giggled. “You'll do fine, you always do!” He said leaving a peck on her cheek. “Yah, my makeup!” Roza looked in the mirror at a faint lip mark on her cheek. Heeseung’s arms came around her, head resting on her shoulder and he filmed her trying to remove the lip mark. “It's pretty…” “shut up..” she whispered shyly.

18+ Heeseung was eating Roza out when he felt her hand reaching out for him. His fingers intertwined with Roza’s as she arched her back, Heeseung’s mouth leaving her a moaning mess. Slowly he left kisses over body and hickeys on her neck. “You can’t leave hickeys!” “I don't care if our fans see… you look so pretty.” Heeseung ran his hands over Roza’s waist as he slid between her tight walls. Soothing Roza with kisses to her neck and jaw. “Love having you in my arms.” He moaned as he continued to please his baby, hands wrapping around her neck. He watched as her eyes rolled back into her head. “God look at you. So weak at my touch.”

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Jay : Acts of Service There's nothing more Jay loves than doing things for the people he cares about. Obviously Roza included. Jay’s favorite thing to do for Roza is cook. He enjoys making her favorite meals and making sure she's well fed. Due to their busy schedule Roza often forgot to eat and Jay made it his job to make sure she had eaten.

The members had just gotten back from tour and Roza was resting in her room. “Are you hungry?” Jay poked his head into her room. “Kinda… are you gonna cook something?” “yeah, what do you want?” “I don't know… anything, I'm just hungry.” Jay laughed as he grabbed Roza’s hands bringing her to the kitchen. “Also I got you a gift…” Jay pulled a small box out of his pocket handing it to Roza. “what! Omg jay you didn't have too!” Roza immediately recognized what it was. A bracelet she had been looking at while shopping a couple of weeks ago. “I saw you looking at it…” He said shyly, getting out food to cook. “Jay, that's so sweet…” Jay looked over and saw Roza looking at the bracelet gloomy. “Are you crying?” “no…” “come here.” Jay pulled Roza into him. “You deserve it, silly.” “thank you Oppa.”

18+ Jay was sitting on his bed scrolling through his phone when Roza came in and sat on his lap. “Hey pretty, what's up?” Jay’s hand came up to caress her face. “need you…” Roza said so quietly Jay wasn't sure if he heard her correctly. “You need me? You're gonna have to be a more specific doll.” He watched her slowly build up the courage. “Was trying to get off by myself but i couldn't… I need your help.” His heart swelled at her as she spoke softly. “Yeah, need Oppa’s help… poor baby couldn’t get herself off.” He smirked as he laid her down on his bed, ready and willing to put his hands and mouth to good use. Willing to do anything for her.

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Jake : Words of Affirmation Jake was a sweetheart. He is always complimenting the members and giving them praise any chance he can get. Jake especially likes complimenting Roza. he likes seeing how shy she gets. Whether he’s commenting on her skill, beauty or even her laugh. Jake always finds a way to put a blush on Roza’s cheeks.

The members were taking concept photos for their upcoming album where Jake, Roza and Niki were paired up to take some unit photos. “Wahh, you look so pretty…” Jake stood blankly watching Roza as she walked up to him. “You think?” “Yeah, I think you're the prettiest girl in the world.” Roza turned away shyly at Jake's complement. “Noona’s shy!” Niki shouted as he laughed at Roza. “Shut up Niki!” Roza said. “Don't act shy, love. You really are the prettiest.” Niki makes gagging sounds at Jake's sappy flirting. “Hyung, can't you be normal?” “This is normal for me, I'm always complimenting my pretty girl." “Oh god.” Niki said for a last time before walking away.

18+ Jake loved when Roza pleased him so naturally he made sure she knew how well she was making him feel. “Mmm, there we go baby. Doing so good for me” He moaned as his hand tangled in her head, her lips wrapped around his cock. “Keep going, so close…” Jake looked down, eyes meeting Roza’s watery ones. “Look at you, doing the most to please me… ahhhh, you look so pretty.” Even with how busy she was, Jake noticed her cheek blushing. “You like that… like me complimenting how pretty you are with your mouth stuffed full. Of course you do.” He smirked. He knew Roza loved receiving compliments just as much as he loved giving them.

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Sunghoon : Quality Time Sunghoon likes being in Roza’s presence. He enjoyed being her roommate on tour, seatmate on planes or long car rides. He liked doing almost anything, as long as he was with her. Even when no words were being exchanged, he liked just being around her. Sunghoon most enjoyed laying next to Roza while she slept. Just watching her and listening to her small breaths made his heart warm.

Roza climbed into Sunghoon’s bed ready to watch a movie together. Sunghoon immediately noticed how tired she was, eyes droopy and small yawns passing through her lips. “If you're tired go to sleep, i don't wanna keep you up” He said, smile widening just looking at her. “But I feel bad. I promised we would watch a movie…” “it's okay, i don't mind! I'd rather you sleep anyway.” Roza nodded as she snuggled into the blankets and very quickly dozed off. Sunghoon admired her as she slept. He continued to scroll on his phone before heading to sleep himself. Happy to sleep with Roza next to him.

18+ Sunghoon had just gotten out of the shower when he entered his Room, finding Roza snuggled into his bed. “Hey baby, what are you doing?” “missed you, wanna sleep here… is that okay?” “Of course you can.” He soon joined her, bringing her in closer by the waist. Soon Roza fell asleep and Sunghoon could feel himself getting hard as she unconsciously pressed into him. “Baby… wake up.” He whispered as Roza slowly woke up. “Need to be in you baby…” his voice raspy as he slid Roza’s sleep shorts to the side, before pushing his hard cock into her. Roza whined at the stretch. “It's okay baby, go back to sleep” Sunghoon caressed her sides as she quickly went back to dreamland. Sunghoon himself, now satisfied, also ready to sleep.

a/n : hehehehehe

[songbirdseung]

pink roses / park jongseong

you were used to the toxic side of love but now that you were dating park jongseong, you realize love isn't that bad at all genre fluff, budding relationship, slice of life

the sky was still dark, the rain was pouring down hard, and the voice in your mind was telling you just stay home. but then again, the alarm clock on your bedside table reminds you that work cannot wait and it's time to get up and get ready. whoever invented starting work at 7am? curses.

you begrudgingly toss the blankets off your body and plant your feet on the cold floor. staring into the dark of your room, zooning out until your far in deep to the point where you think the coat on your door is a scary figure. groaning as you get up from your comfy bed to get the day started, not knowing a little surprise was waiting for you in a few minutes.

after a while, as you were tidying up your uniform, the scent of waffles and bacon hit your senses. if it wasn't for the smell, you'd probably be freaking out and thinking you're losing your mind and hallucinating. but you damn well knew who was causing this, smiling as you made your way into the kitchen and proving your hypothesis. it was him.

park jongseong, your lover.

"hey beautiful, you've been up for a while?" plating the food so prettily and turning off the stove, even cleaning after himself. "yeah...you've been here for a while?" "mhm, i came in with the spare key you gave me...hope that's alright" he comes closer to you, giving you a hug and a kiss on your cheek. nodding at him, reassuring him that it was fine. "you practically live here anyway" he laughs and smiles, and God damn. that smile and laugh, it makes your heartbeat faster and your knees weak. "i guess i am here often, huh?"

"why don't you just stay home with me, pretty doll?" bringing you to the table, pulling the chair and pushing it in back in after you take your seat. "besides, the weather is pretty bad" taking his own spot next to you and tucking a strand of hair away from your face to get a better look at you. "i wish..." the thing with jay is; if he wants something, he gets it. he's a major green flag but can be a little greedy when it comes to you. you've noticed that since the very start of your relationship that started 6 months ago. the bare minimum? he goes beyond that, giving more than you think you deserve and whenever you tried to stop him and whine that he's doing too much, he'd usually shut you up with a kiss, telling you that whatever he was doing wasn't even his best.

love bombing? that ain't him either, he knows the limits and your boundaries that you set up. trust him, he knows what he's doing, thank his mother for that.

"your boss already called" "what?" he chuckles at your confused expression and points to your phone that you left in the kitchen. "he called telling you not to come into work, the weather is getting pretty dangerous to go out. maybe an online meeting later or something" smirking as he wipes away the syrup from the corner of your lips. "so, you're telling me, i got dressed in my work clothes for no reason?" sighing as you shove another forkful of waffles in your mouth causing jay to chuckle at you. "wear the top part to your meeting later and wear those comfy cat pjs you like to wear"

later in the day, jay was minding his own business sitting on your living room couch working on his own paperwork when you suddenly came and hugged him from behind. "well, hello to you, pretty baby."

he tilted his head to look at you, asking if you needed anything. you shook your head and just continued hugging him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder. jay smiled softly, taking one of your hands and kissing the back of it. "meeting over?" he asked, gently pulling you around to sit beside him on the couch.

"yeah… was hoping to spend time with you now," you said, a small pout forming as your eyes fell on the scattered documents and laptop on the table. the work seemed to mock you with how much it was keeping jay occupied. he caught your gaze and chuckled, pressing another kiss to your knuckles. "just a few more, then i'm all yours."

you nodded with a sigh, but after a few minutes of waiting, your patience began to waver. jay was still deep in concentration, his brows furrowed as he typed. unable to sit still, you leaned closer, resting your head on his shoulder and tracing invisible patterns on his arm.

"babe," jay said softly, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips, "you're making it hard to concentrate."

"good," you replied, eyes twinkling with mischief. "you've been working for hours."

"i know, i know," he said, chuckling as he glanced sideways at you. "just give me a bit more time, okay?"

but you weren't done being needy. your hand slid down to lace with his, giving it a light squeeze, and you pressed small kisses to his shoulder, each one more distracting than the last. jay tried to stay focused, but the playful huff he let out told you he was struggling.

"you’re trouble, you know that?" he teased, finally putting down his pen and turning his full attention to you. before you could react, he scooped you up and settled you on his lap, making you gasp at the sudden move. your face flushed as you looked at him, wide-eyed.

"jay!" you exclaimed, trying to regain your composure, but he just grinned, eyes crinkling with amusement. "what? you wanted my attention, didn't you?" he teased, fingers trailing up your sides, making you squirm and giggle.

"stop it, you're not playing fair!" you protested, laughter bubbling out as he leaned in, nuzzling the crook of your neck.

"i thought you liked it when i didn't play fair," he whispered, his voice dropping to a playful murmur. you felt your heart race as his hands stilled, holding you close, the laughter replaced by a soft, contented silence.

"okay, okay, you win," you admitted, resting your forehead against his. he smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

"good," he said. "because i'm finally done, and now, i'm all yours."

[fatalintrouble]

Halloween Horror Nights (P.JAY)

Synopsis -- In the midst of a thrilling Halloween night, you and your friends venture to a sprawling haunted attraction filled with eerie mazes, creepy clowns, and endless jump scares. While navigating through the maze of horrors, you keep feeling the unsettling sensation of being watched.

Pairing -- scare actor!demon!jay X f!reader wordcount -- 13.9k words warnings: vivid descriptions, predator/prey, stalker behaviour, dubcon, smut (mdni), unprotected sex, corruption

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

The sun was sinking behind the rooftops, casting long shadows along the dimly lit street as you strolled with Rei, Jeongin, and Yujin. The cool autumn breeze carried the scent of crisp leaves and a tinge of excitement.. There was a buzz in the air—tonight’s horror attraction was said to be the scariest yet.

Before heading to the event, though, you all made a quick stop at the local costume store. The plan was to keep things low-key with your outfits, letting the professionals handle the real scares. But none of you could resist adding a little extra flair, just enough to get into the spirit of the night without stealing the spotlight.

Rei walked next to you, her eyes scanning the street ahead, already discussing ideas for what minimal but effective pieces would add to her costume. "I’m thinking just creepy, but not over the top."

Jeongin laughed, nudging Yujin with a grin. "Yeah, Yujin here probably just needs a mask. She’s already scary enough."

"Shut up," Yujin retorted, rolling her eyes but laughing along. "I’m keeping it classy, alright? Just something mysterious, like a dark cloak or whatever."

You chuckle, enjoying the easy banter between your friends as the neon sign of the costume store flickers into view ahead. It’s small, tucked between two larger shops, but it always has the best props. Inside, it’s even cozier—dimly lit with rows of costumes hanging from racks and shelves packed with masks, wigs, and makeup.

The bell on the door jingles as you all step inside, the smell of latex and fabric hitting your senses immediately. You scan the aisles, already trying to imagine what simple yet eerie addition you could make to your outfit. Maybe a set of vampire fangs or some glowing contacts? You catch Rei grinning as she picks up a bottle of fake blood, shaking it at Jeongin and Yujin like a silent dare.

"Alright," you say, eyeing the selection in front of you, "let’s see what we can find to give the actors a run for their money—without stealing the spotlight."

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

You continued down the aisles, humming along to the soft, upbeat music playing through the store’s speakers. The gentle buzz of chatter from other shoppers mixed with the rustle of fabric as you sifted through different accessories. As you passed by the rows of costumes, you overheard a little girl pointing excitedly at a mask hanging on a nearby shelf.

"Mom, I want that!" the girl exclaimed, her finger jabbing toward a mask of a particularly terrifying horror movie character.

The mother hesitated, holding up a glittery fairy costume instead. "Are you sure, honey? What about this?"

"No! I want that!" the girl insisted, her eyes fixed on the scary mask.

With a sigh, the mother relented, pulling down the mask and handing it to the girl. "Fine…" she muttered, her voice carrying a mixture of exhaustion and resignation as they headed toward the cashier.

You couldn’t help but smile and shake your head at the exchange, amused by how even kids were leaning into the spooky season. Turning back to the shelves, you scanned through the rows of fake fangs, glowing contacts, and eerie accessories, trying to decide what would add just the right touch to your simple look for tonight.

Then, someone came up to stand beside you. You glanced to the side, only to quickly avert your eyes, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

Fuck. He's handsome.

You looked around nervously, trying to play it cool. Across the store, Rei, Jeongin, and Yujin were deep in an argument over which ghoul-themed tops were the creepiest. You almost laughed, knowing how seriously they were taking this despite the agreement to keep it "simple."

Taking a deep breath, you turned your attention back when the guy next to you reached up and grabbed a bottle of fake blood.

"Those your friends?" he asked in a smooth voice, turning to face you.

Oh.

Up close, he was even more handsome, with sharp eyes and broad shoulders that made your heart race. You stood there for a moment, almost forgetting to respond.

"Oh! Yeah," you answered, feeling your cheeks warm.

He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Seems like they’re taking that very seriously," he said, glancing over at your friends, who were now holding up ghoul tops for comparison.

"I guess so," you answered, struggling to tear your gaze away from the way his jawline seemed to catch the soft lighting.

He turned towards you and flashed a smile again. "Anyways, happy Halloween," he said, his voice smooth as he began to walk toward the cashier.

"Happy Halloween," you echoed softly, watching his back as he disappeared into the crowd of shoppers. You stood there for a moment, still reeling from the interaction, your heart beating faster than usual.

Before you could snap out of it, a sudden weight crashed into you, almost making you lose your balance. "You should be an angel!" Yujin’s excited voice pierced through your thoughts as she shoved a white dress and a pair of feathery wings into your arms.

"Angel?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you turned to face her.

"Yeah!" she exclaimed, practically bouncing on her heels. "It’ll totally fit you! You’ve got the whole ethereal thing going on," she added, grinning from ear to ear. You shot her a playful glare but couldn’t help the small smile creeping onto your face.

With a sigh, you glanced down at the angel costume in your hands, shrugging. “I don’t know…”

“Come on, it’ll be perfect! We’ll all have our own spooky themes, but you can stand out in a different way,” Yujin insisted, her excitement contagious as she tugged you towards Rei and Jeongin.

"Look who I convinced!" Yujin announced triumphantly as you joined Rei and Jeongin, still holding the angel costume. Rei took one look at the white dress and wings and smirked.

"An angel, huh?" she teased, eyeing you up and down. "It’s fitting, honestly."

Jeongin, holding two equally ghoulish shirts, raised an eyebrow. "An angel? That’s unexpected. I figured you'd go for something scarier."

You shrugged, holding the dress up to your chest. "Well, I guess I’ll be the light in the darkness tonight," you joked.

Yujin beamed, clearly proud of her choice. "Exactly! You’ll be like the calming presence when the scares get too intense."

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After making your purchases, the four of you stepped out of the costume shop, laughing and chatting as the cool evening air greeted you. Jeongin tossed a casual salute your way as you all parted ways, agreeing to meet up at his house before heading to the horror attraction later.

“See you guys in a bit!” Rei called, waving as she walked off with Yujin.

You waved back before turning toward home, clutching your shopping bag close as you made your way down the dimly lit street. The sky had deepened into a dark blue, the streetlights casting long shadows across the pavement. You hummed softly to yourself, the soft crinkle of the bag and the occasional rustle of leaves the only sounds around you.

But then, out of nowhere, a shiver ran down your spine.

You slowed your steps, the feeling growing stronger as if someone’s eyes were on you. Stopping in your tracks, you turned around quickly, expecting to see someone following you.

The street was completely empty.

A hollow breeze stirred the leaves, but other than that, nothing. No footsteps. No distant voices. Just… quiet.

“That’s weird,” you muttered under your breath, shaking off the uneasy feeling as you turned back and kept walking.

But the sensation didn’t go away. With every few steps, the chill crept up your back again, prickling the hair on the back of your neck. Your eyes flicked toward the shadows, scanning every alley, every corner. Yet, every time you turned around, there was no one.

Just you.

Alone.

Your heart began to race, and before you knew it, your feet had picked up speed, almost without you realizing. The darkening streets blurred around you, your steps growing quicker, faster, until finally, you reached your house. You fumbled for your keys, your hands trembling slightly as you shoved the key into the lock and hurried inside.

Click.

The door closed and locked behind you.

You leaned against it, breathing heavily, your pulse loud in your ears. For a moment, you stood there, collecting yourself. The house was dark and quiet, but the sense of safety washed over you. Just to be sure, you crept to the window, pulling the curtains back slightly and peeking outside.

Nothing.

The street was empty, just like before. The only movement came from the neighbors’ black cat, perched on a fence, staring at you with its eerie green eyes. You breathed out, relieved, and stepped back from the window.

“Paranoid,” you whispered to yourself, shaking your head. “Just paranoid.”

You tossed your shopping bag onto your bed and flopped down, trying to shake off the lingering unease. It was probably just the thought of the horror attraction messing with your head.

Meanwhile, outside, the black cat jumped down from the fence with a soft thud, letting out a quiet meow. It rubbed itself affectionately against the leg of someone standing nearby—a tall figure, their face obscured by the hood of a dark jacket.

The figure crouched down, their gloved hand gently scratching behind the cat’s ears. “Good kitty,” they whispered, a chilling softness to their voice.

Then, slowly, they stood up, their shadow stretching across the ground as they turned to look up at your house. The hood concealed their face, but their eyes—glinting from beneath—were locked on your window, watching. Waiting.

You stood up from your bed after awhile, trying to shake off the eerie feeling that had settled over you. There was no reason to be paranoid, you told yourself. It was just your imagination running wild after a long day, as you grabbed the angel costume Yujin had picked out, draping it over the back of a chair, and sighed.

Suddenly, the sound of a soft knock echoed from downstairs.

You froze, your heart lurching into your throat. You weren’t expecting anyone yet—Jeongin and the others weren’t supposed to meet up until later. You waited, holding your breath, listening. Another knock, this time more deliberate.

"Probably just a neighbor," you muttered to yourself, trying to calm the rising dread that gripped your chest. Slowly, you crept down the stairs, each step sounding too loud in the stillness of the house.

When you reached the front door, you hesitated, your hand hovering over the lock. The knock came again, this time softer, almost… patient.

Swallowing your nerves, you unlocked the door and opened it just a crack, peering outside.

No one was there.

You stepped out, looking left and right, your porch illuminated only by the weak glow of the streetlight. The street was still empty. Only the black cat from earlier now sat in the middle of the road, watching you with those unblinking green eyes. It was like a shadowy sentinel, a strange calmness in the night.

Your unease deepened. There was no sign of anyone around, yet the knock had been so clear. You glanced back toward the cat, feeling that same chill crawl down your spine. Turning quickly, you shut and locked the door again, deciding not to think too much about it.

As you walked back toward the stairs, your phone buzzed. You grabbed it, hoping it was one of your friends with an early check-in. The message lit up your screen.

Jeongin: Hey, we’ll meet a little later than planned. Yujin’s running behind. You good?

You stared at the screen for a moment before typing back.

You: Yeah, all good. I’ll just hang out until then.

You set your phone down and took a deep breath, trying to shake the lingering nerves. But even as you returned to your bedroom, the unease wouldn't leave. The knock, the empty street, the cat…

You didn’t notice, as you sat back on your bed, that the figure was no longer standing in the street. The cat remained, sitting quietly in the same spot, but the hooded person had moved, disappearing into the shadows beside your house.

Their eyes were now watching through a different window, the glint of their gaze hidden as they observed your every movement.

Silent. Still.

You stood in your bedroom for a while, rubbing your arms as if trying to erase the lingering chill that had settled over you. The unsettling feeling wouldn’t let go, and you could feel your heart thumping in your chest. Shaking your head, you decided to shake off the nerves and focus on getting ready for the night ahead.

As you pulled out the angel costume from the chair, the soft fabric felt comforting in your hands. The white dress had a delicate shimmer, the lace trim giving it an ethereal quality. You laid it out on the bed, eyeing the small wings and head crown beside it.

“Okay, let’s do this,” you murmured, taking a deep breath as you began to change.

The white dress slipped over your head easily, flowing down to just above your knees. You adjusted it, admiring the way the lace caught the light. Next, you carefully rolled up the lace stockings, pulling them on to complete the look. You glanced at the mirror, already feeling a little better.

You took a moment to put on some simple heels, their soft click against the floor a pleasant distraction. Then, moving to your vanity, you started on your makeup. You opted for a light shimmer, brushing on a soft glow to your cheeks and adding a touch of highlighter to your collarbones. A bit of silver eyeshadow and a swipe of gloss completed the look, making you feel polished yet still true to the angelic theme.

With the crown of delicate feathers nestled in your hair, you stepped back to examine your reflection. You looked ready.

But as you stood there, the initial thrill began to fade. The sense of foreboding crept back in, an uncomfortable reminder of the strange events earlier. You couldn’t help but glance out the window, the curtain slightly drawn back.

The street was still empty, the only movement coming from the wind rustling through the trees. You let out a shaky breath, reminding yourself that you were safe.

“Just a little fun tonight,” you said aloud, trying to convince yourself. You grabbed your phone to check the time and noticed you still had a little while before you Yujin arrived.

Deciding to occupy your mind, you turned off the lights and made your way to the living room. You put on some music, letting the upbeat melodies fill the silence. As you moved around the room, your nerves slowly eased, the rhythm bringing you back to a state of calm.

But as you danced lightly to the music, a subtle movement caught your eye through the window. You glanced over, and for a moment, you thought you saw a figure slip behind a tree. Your heart skipped a beat, and you rushed to the window, peeking through the curtain again.

Nothing. Just the tree swaying in the wind.

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous,” you muttered, shaking your head at your reflection in the glass. You turned away, trying to focus on the music instead, but the feeling that someone was watching you remained.

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When the doorbell rang, interrupting your thoughts, and you nearly jumped. You hurried to the door, relieved to see Yujin standing on the other side, still in her casual clothes but holding a large bag filled with her costume.

“Ready?” she grinned, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“More than ready!” you replied, opening the door wider to let her in.

You let Yujin into your house, her excitement instantly lifting the tension that had settled over you. “You can get ready in the bathroom,” you said, gesturing for her to head in. “I’ll grab something to eat while you do your thing.”

“Perfect! Thanks!” she chirped, disappearing into the bathroom with her bag of costume items.

You made your way to the kitchen, opening the fridge and scanning its contents. After a moment of rummaging, you settled on a few slices of leftover pizza from the night before. Not the healthiest option, but it was quick.

As you waited for the microwave to warm up the pizza, you listened to the sounds coming from the bathroom. You could hear Yujin humming to herself, probably going through her makeup routine.

A few minutes later, you pulled the warm slices from the microwave and set them on the counter, taking a bite as you leaned against the kitchen island.

You were halfway through your snack when Yujin emerged from the bathroom, now transformed into her own version of a spooky character. She wore a stunning black dress adorned with lace and a necklace of eerie charms. Her makeup was bold, with smoky eyes and dark lipstick that made her look both fierce and fabulous.

“Ta-da!” she exclaimed, striking a dramatic pose.

“Wow! You look amazing!” you said, genuinely impressed. “Definitely ready to turn some heads tonight!”

“Thanks! I was going for something a little darker, you know?” she said with a wink, walking over to the mirror to adjust her hair.

As you finished your last bite of pizza, you glanced at the clock, realizing it was almost time to meet up with Jeongin and Rei.

“Okay, we should get going soon,” you said, rinsing your plate and putting it in the dishwasher. “Let’s grab our stuff and head to Jeongin’s.”

Yujin nodded, grabbing her bag and giving you one last look. “We’re going to have a blast! Just remember, if anything weird happens, we stick together, okay?”

“Absolutely,” you replied, though a flicker of unease crossed your mind again.

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When you arrived, you could see the warm glow of lights spilling from the windows. You knocked on the door, and Jeongin opened it almost immediately, a playful grin plastered across his face.

“Finally! The angels have landed!” he teased, gesturing for you both to come inside.

You stepped into the cozy living room, where Jeongin and Rei were already decked out in their costumes. Jeongin was dressed as a classic vampire, while Rei had transformed into a ghostly specter, her makeup pale with dark shadows under her eyes.

“Look at you two! You look amazing!” you exclaimed, genuinely impressed.

“Thanks! You guys too!” Rei replied, a glint of mischief in her eyes as she eyed Yujin.

“Yujin, why were you late!” Jeongin interjected, an exaggerated tone of mock disappointment in his voice.

“Excuse me, I wasn’t the one who started a game without us,” Yujin shot back, crossing her arms with a playful pout.

You laughed, sensing the friendly banter that made your group so special. “Alright, alright! Let’s not argue over who’s late. We’re all here now, and that’s what counts!”

Jeongin threw his hands up in surrender, a smirk still on his face. “Fine.”

After a few more moments of laughter and friendly teasing, you all decided it was time to head to the attraction. Jeongin grabbed his keys, and you all filed out of the house, excitement buzzing as you made your way to his car.

The four of you piled into the vehicle, while Jeongin turned on the music, and the upbeat tunes filled the car as he pulled out of the driveway.

“Okay, who’s ready to get scared?” he asked, glancing back at you and Yujin through the rearview mirror, a grin on his face.

“Bring it on!” Yujin shouted, throwing her fists up in the air.

“I just hope I can keep my angel wings intact,” you joked, and everyone laughed.

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Before long, you arrived at the attraction, the entrance illuminated with vibrant lights and eerie decorations. The sounds of laughter and screams echoed in the distance, heightening your anticipation.

As you closed the car door and walked up to the entrance, the vibrant atmosphere enveloped you. The sounds of laughter, screams, and creepy music created a cacophony that heightened your excitement. You reached into your bag and pulled out the tickets, holding them up to the guards at the entrance. After a quick search of your purse, the guards waved you through with a friendly nod.

“Welcome to the fright fest!” one of them called out, and you grinned in response, your heart racing with anticipation.

As soon as you stepped inside, Rei linked her arm through yours, dragging you along. “Come on! We can’t waste any time!” she urged, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

Everywhere you looked, people were milling about, some in costumes of their own, others simply enjoying the show. The air was filled with an exhilarating mix of excitement and fear, punctuated by the occasional screams of unsuspecting victims who fell prey to the scare actors lurking around. It was all part of the experience, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you spotted a scare actor in a creepy clown outfit jumping out at a group of teenagers.

“Look at that!” Yujin pointed, her voice barely audible over the sounds of the crowd. “We need to get something to drink first! Can’t enjoy the horror on an empty stomach!”

“Good idea,” Jeongin agreed, and the four of you made your way to a nearby stand, where a selection of colorful drinks awaited. You each ordered something sweet, the vibrant colors matching the carnival-like atmosphere around you. As you sipped your drinks, you felt the tension from earlier dissipate, replaced by the exhilaration of being with your friends in such a lively place.

After finishing your drinks, you all exchanged eager glances, ready to dive into the attractions. “Let’s check out the corn maze!” Jeongin suggested, and everyone eagerly agreed.

As you approached the entrance of the corn maze, the towering stalks loomed overhead, casting shadows in the dim light. You could hear laughter and screams echoing from within, and the anticipation of navigating through the twists and turns made your heart race.

“Ready to get lost?” Rei joked, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she pulled you toward the entrance.

“Absolutely!” you replied, a grin spreading across your face.

You all stepped into the maze, the tall cornstalks creating a narrow path that twisted and turned. As you ventured deeper, the sounds of the outside world faded away, replaced by the rustling of leaves and distant laughter.

“Stick together!” Yujin called out, her voice slightly muffled as you all tried to keep your bearings. You navigated the paths, laughing as you tried to guess which way to go.

Suddenly, a scare actor dressed as a scarecrow jumped out from behind a pile of hay, their costume ragged and tattered. You shrieked in surprise, grabbing onto Rei’s arm tightly.

“Okay, that was a good one!” you exclaimed, laughing nervously as the scarecrow let out a low, haunting laugh before disappearing back into the shadows.

“See? This is what it’s all about!” Jeongin said, clearly enjoying every second.

Every rustle of corn or distant sound sent a thrill down your spine, and you found yourself clinging to your friends, your heart racing with both fear and excitement.

“Alright, who’s brave enough to go first?” Rei challenged, looking back at you with a daring grin.

“Me!” Yujin declared, puffing out her chest. “Let’s see what’s around the next corner!”

As you ventured deeper into the corn maze, the sunlight from the entrance faded, replaced by an enveloping darkness that swallowed the narrow pathways. The rustling leaves became more pronounced, and an uneasy chill crept into the air.

“Okay, this is getting a little too dark,” you murmured, glancing around as shadows danced between the towering cornstalks.

“Agreed! I can’t see a thing,” Rei replied, squinting into the gloom. “We should use our phones!”

You nodded and quickly pulled out your phone, turning on the flashlight. The beam cut through the darkness, illuminating the path ahead just enough to navigate. Yujin and Jeongin followed suit, their phones casting a warm glow around you.

“Much better!” Yujin exclaimed, her voice echoing slightly as you all moved forward. The beams of light flickered across the corn, creating an eerie atmosphere that made your heart race with excitement.

You turned the light towards the path ahead, revealing the crooked maze that seemed to stretch endlessly in every direction. The shadows felt alive, and every so often, you thought you saw something move just outside the reach of your flashlight.

“Did you see that?” you whispered, your heart racing.

“See what?” Rei asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and concern.

“I thought I saw something shift over there,” you said, pointing into the darkness.

“Stop it! You’re going to freak me out!” Yujin laughed, though you could hear a slight tremor in her voice.

“Okay, okay! Just trying to keep the energy up!” you replied, trying to lighten the mood.

The beams of your phones danced along the rows of corn, but every so often, you’d catch a glimpse of something lurking in the shadows, just beyond the light. A sudden noise made you jump, and you turned your flashlight in the direction of the sound.

“Did you hear that?” you asked, your heart racing.

“Maybe it was just the wind?” Jeongin suggested, though his voice lacked conviction.

“Or something waiting for us!” Rei chimed in, and the playful banter shifted to a more serious tone as you all exchanged nervous glances.

Just then, another scare actor leaped out from behind a stalk of corn, their eerie mask and tattered clothing making you scream. You stumbled backward, and Rei grabbed your arm to steady you.

“Okay, I think we’re officially lost,” you said, laughing despite the adrenaline coursing through you. “And terrified.”

“Let’s keep together! No splitting up!” Yujin said.

“Do you think we’ll ever find our way out?” Rei joked, though her laughter held a hint of real worry.

“Of course! We just need to follow the screams,” Jeongin replied, trying to keep the mood light as you continued deeper into the maze.

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After what felt like an eternity of navigating the twists and turns of the corn maze, you finally caught a glimpse of light peeking through the stalks ahead. A collective sigh of relief escaped your lips as you and your friends quickened your pace toward the opening.

As you burst out into the open air, the sounds of the attraction flooded back, and the vibrant colors of the carnival illuminated your surroundings. You paused for a moment, taking in the brightness and the lively atmosphere.

“We made it!” Yujin exclaimed, raising her arms in triumph.

“Barely!” you chuckled, still feeling the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“Let’s celebrate our escape with some drinks!” Jeongin suggested, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “I saw a stand over there selling some fun cocktails. Who’s in?”

“I am!” you and Rei chimed in simultaneously, and Yujin nodded eagerly.

You all made your way to the drink stand, where a colorful array of beverages awaited. The bartender, adorned in a spooky costume, greeted you with a wide grin. “What can I get for you?”

“Surprise us!” Jeongin declared, and the bartender set to work mixing.

A few moments later, he handed you each a vibrant drink, complete with tiny skull-shaped ice cubes floating inside.

After finishing your drinks, you and your friends wandered deeper into the attraction, soaking in the electrifying atmosphere.

You passed by groups of people huddled together, sharing nervous giggles as scare actors leaped out at them.

But as you walked further, that familiar unease began to creep back in. A shiver ran down your spine, and you glanced around, suddenly acutely aware of your surroundings. It felt as if eyes were boring into you from the shadows, observing your every move.

You stopped, scanning the area, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The darkness blurred the outlines of the crowd, making it hard to pinpoint where anyone was looking.

You tried to dismiss the feeling, but it lingered, like a shadow at the edge of your vision. You took a deep breath and urged your feet to move forward, joining your friends as they continued to explore the attractions.

“Look at that!” Yujin suddenly exclaimed, pointing toward a haunted mirror maze up ahead, its entrance shrouded in fog and lit with eerie lights. “We have to go in there!”

“Absolutely! It looks awesome!” Rei agreed, her excitement momentarily distracting you from your uneasy feelings.

You all approached the entrance, the mist swirling around you as you stepped inside. The mirrors created a dizzying effect, reflecting distorted images of yourselves. The laughter and screams of patrons outside faded, leaving only the echo of your footsteps and the occasional spooky sound effect from hidden speakers.

“Okay, this is cool!” you said, your heart pounding, but this time not from fear.

“Just be careful not to bump into anything,” Jeongin warned, a mischievous grin on his face.

As you navigated through the maze, your unease faded slightly, but the feeling of being watched returned. You couldn’t shake the impression that someone—or something—was lingering just beyond the reflection, but every time you turned to look, there was nothing but the glass staring back at you.

“Hey, does anyone else feel like we’re not alone in here?” you said, your voice low, unsure if you wanted to voice your worries.

“What do you mean?” Rei asked, glancing back at you.

“Like… I just have this weird feeling, as if someone is watching us,” you admitted, your heartbeat quickening again.

Yujin rolled her eyes playfully. “It’s just the spooky atmosphere! Let’s keep moving; I want to see how far we can go without getting lost!”

Encouraged by her enthusiasm, you pressed on, but the sensation of being observed lingered in the back of your mind. Every reflection seemed to twist and distort, and for a moment, you caught a glimpse of something moving in the distance—a shadow flitting just out of reach of the light.

“Did you see that?” you asked, pausing mid-step.

“See what?” Jeongin replied, looking around.

You turned to point, but the shadow was gone. “Never mind, I must be imagining things.”

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After what felt like an exhilarating eternity, you and your friends finally navigated your way out of the funhouse mirror maze, the reflections behind you fading into the background.

As you stepped into the center of the attraction, the vibrant lights and sounds enveloped you once more. The crowd buzzed with energy, but your focus shifted as you spotted a brightly colored clown funhouse not far ahead, its entrance adorned with swirling patterns and flashing lights. A sign above read, “Enter if you dare!”

“Let’s do it!” Yujin said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Clowns? Seriously?” you replied, feigning horror. “You all know they creep me out!”

Rei laughed, nudging you playfully. “That’s exactly why we have to go in! Come on, it’ll be fun!”

With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, you followed your friends toward the entrance. As you stepped inside, the sounds of laughter and carnival music greeted you, but there was also an eerie undertone that sent a shiver down your spine.

The inside was decorated with bright colors and chaotic patterns that made it hard to focus. Clowns of all shapes and sizes decorated the walls, some smiling widely while others bore twisted grins that made your heart race.

“Welcome to the funhouse!” a cheerful clown exclaimed as you entered, their voice jarring against the unsettling atmosphere. “Let’s see if you can make it out without getting scared!”

You exchanged nervous glances with your friends as you moved deeper into the funhouse, the walls seemingly closing in around you. The laughter of the patrons mixed with creepy sound effects, creating an almost claustrophobic atmosphere.

As you navigated through the maze of mirrors, slides, and silly obstacles, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something—someone—was watching you. Every time you turned your head, though, there was nothing there but laughter and flashing lights.

“Did you feel that?” you asked, glancing around at your friends, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Feel what?” Rei responded, frowning as she looked at you.

“Like… someone is following us?” you said, scanning the corners of the funhouse for any lurking figures.

“Maybe it’s just the clowns,” Jeongin joked, trying to lighten the mood, but the playful edge in his voice didn’t quite mask the unease that was creeping in.

As you continued walking, you caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of your eye—movement in the shadows just beyond the bright lights and the colorful decor. You turned your head quickly, but again, there was nothing there.

“Guys, I’m serious. I think someone is watching us,” you insisted, your heart pounding.

“Okay, now you’re starting to freak me out,” Yujin said, glancing around nervously. “Can we just keep moving? I don’t want to stay in here any longer than we have to.”

You pushed forward, trying to shake off the feeling, but the sensation only grew stronger as you moved deeper into the funhouse. Suddenly, you felt a cold draft rush past you, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end.

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When you and your friends finally stumbled out of the clown funhouse, the cool night air washed over you like a refreshing wave. You paused, taking deep breaths to shake off the lingering adrenaline from the chaotic atmosphere inside.

“Wow, that was intense!” Yujin exclaimed, leaning against the wall for support, her laughter echoing the relief in your chest.

“Seriously! I thought I was going to lose it in there,” you admitted, wiping a bead of sweat from your brow. The chill of the night felt comforting after the disorienting experience within the funhouse.

“We survived the clowns, though!” Rei said, a triumphant grin spreading across her face. “What’s next?”

You all took a moment to just chill, watching the bustling crowd around you. The attraction was alive with people wandering from one thrill to the next, all of them laughing and screaming, sharing in the excitement of the night.

Suddenly, a loud horn blared, cutting through the chatter, and the atmosphere shifted dramatically. You turned to see a horde of zombies staggering toward the center, moans echoing through the air as they stumbled in unison, dragging their feet and reaching out toward unsuspecting attendees.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, your heart racing once more.

“Look out!” Jeongin shouted, laughing as a couple of zombies lunged at a nearby group of squealing friends. Chainsaws roared to life as maniacs dressed in tattered clothing charged in behind the zombies, their chainsaws roaring, sending people scattering in delight and horror.

“Let’s move!” you said, grabbing Yujin’s hand as you led your friends away from the chaos, dodging the manic laughter and the flickering lights of the chainsaws.

As you navigated through the crowd, you caught glimpses of other creepy characters: towering clowns on stilts that danced above the throng, their painted faces contorted in exaggerated expressions. Creepy creatures from horror films loomed in the shadows, mingling among the guests.

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The clock struck 2 AM, and as you wandered through the attractions, you stumbled upon a massive haunted mansion looming ahead, its dark silhouette almost swallowing the light around it. The flickering lanterns lining the entrance cast eerie shadows, and you felt an undeniable pull to explore what lay within.

“Let’s go in!” Jeongin declared, pushing open the enormous doors that creaked ominously. You felt a thrill run through you, and with a glance back at Rei and Yujin, you followed him inside, the cobwebs brushing against your arms as you crossed the threshold.

The interior was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of dust and something faintly sweet, reminiscent of rotten wood. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, and eerie ghostly figures dangled from above, swaying slightly as if whispering secrets to each other.

Before you could fully acclimate to the atmosphere, a loud roar shattered the silence, and a werewolf lunged from the shadows, teeth bared and eyes glowing. You screamed, adrenaline coursing through you as you instinctively grabbed Yujin's arm and took off running.

“Run!” she shouted, as you dashed deeper into the mansion. The dark corridors were filled with traps and jump scares, each turn revealing something more terrifying than the last. As you raced through the twisting hallways, the laughter and screams of your friends echoed faintly behind you, urging you to keep moving.

But in the chaos, you found yourself veering off into a side hallway, the darkness swallowing you whole. You tried to call out for your friends, but your voice felt swallowed by the oppressive atmosphere.

“Yujin? Rei? Jeongin?” you shouted, but only silence responded. The mansion was a labyrinth, and with every step, you felt more disoriented. The flickering lights cast strange shadows, and every creak of the floorboards made your heart race. You tried to retrace your steps, but the narrow passageways twisted into confusing angles, each corner looking just like the last.

Wandering through the maze, you stumbled upon a dusty parlor filled with antique furniture draped in white sheets. A single candle flickered in the corner, casting a soft glow over a cracked mirror. You approached it cautiously, catching your reflection—pale and wide-eyed, hair tousled from your frantic escape.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed from somewhere nearby, and you jumped, heart racing anew. You spun around, trying to find the source of the noise, but the shadows danced around you, playing tricks on your mind.

“Think, think,” you murmured to yourself, trying to steady your breathing. The eerie atmosphere pressed down on you, and the feeling of being watched returned with a vengeance.

You took a deep breath, focusing on the sounds around you. Beyond the walls, you could faintly hear the laughter and screams of other patrons, a reminder that you weren’t alone in this twisted mansion. Summoning your courage, you began to move toward the noise, hoping it would lead you back to your friends.

Navigating through the dark corridors, you passed through a series of rooms that seemed to come alive with each step. In one room, a ghostly figure drifted past, its face pale and haunting. You held your breath, willing yourself not to scream as you ducked behind a piece of furniture, waiting for it to pass.

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous,” you muttered under your breath, frustration creeping in alongside the fear. The mansion was filled with traps—who knew what else lurked in the shadows?

Just as you turned to continue your search, a sudden, chilling laugh echoed through the hallway. It was followed by the unmistakable sound of chains rattling. You froze, heart racing as you turned slowly, scanning the darkened corners of the mansion for any sign of movement.

Your heart sank. This was not just a haunted house; it felt like a game of cat and mouse.

Gathering your courage, you pressed on, the eerie laughter still echoing in your ears. You rounded a corner, and there it was—a staircase spiraling upward into the darkness.

“Maybe I can find them upstairs,” you thought, taking the steps two at a time, desperate to reunite with your friends.

The air grew colder as you climbed, and the shadows danced more frantically. At the top of the stairs, you found a narrow hallway lined with closed doors. With no other choice, you began to knock on each door, calling out for Rei, Yujin, and Jeongin.

“Guys, where are you?” you shouted, voice echoing down the hallway.

But there was no response, only the whispering wind and the creaking of the old house. Panic surged within you as you tried to suppress the fear that threatened to overwhelm you. You reached the last door at the end of the hall, hesitating for just a moment before pushing it open.

The room inside was dark and empty, but as you stepped in, the door slammed shut behind you with a resounding bang. You gasped, spinning around, your heart racing as the darkness enveloped you once again.

“Okay, this is not funny!” you called out, your voice trembling.

You hurried over to the door and tugged on the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. "Damn it," you muttered under your breath, panic creeping in. You glanced around the room, searching for another way out. It was clearly meant to resemble an old attic—dusty furniture littered the space, some pieces draped with white sheets, their vague shapes adding to the eerie atmosphere.

Then, your eyes caught sight of a narrow passage hidden behind a wardrobe. You grinned to yourself and quickly made your way through, eager to escape this unsettling room. The hallway beyond was dimly lit, the walls made to look like jagged stone. You reached out to touch one, only to discover, to your relief, that it wasn’t real—just foam made to look dangerously sharp. Impressive. Whoever had designed this had gone all out to create a convincing illusion.

As you continued through the passage, the air grew colder, and the walls began to open into a larger space. You stepped forward, eyes widening as you found yourself in what appeared to be a cave. "Wow, they really went all out…" you whispered, admiring the details of the stone-like walls and stalactites hanging from above. Everything felt so immersive, almost too real.

You did come to an abrupt halt when you heard the sound of chains rattling and low groans echoing through the cave. Your heart skipped a beat as you turned to your right. Your breath hitched at the sight before you.

On a small stone hill stood a man, chained to two stone pillars on either side of him. His arms were bound by thick chains, stained with blood, and arrows pierced the stone around him. His clothes were torn, revealing a firm, muscular chest also streaked with blood. But it wasn’t just the sight of his impressive physique that made you freeze—it was the black wings extending from his back and the long, twisted red horns that sprouted from his head.

Your eyes widened in disbelief as you realized who it was. Even in the dim lighting, you recognized him immediately. It was the guy from the costume store.

But now, he was no longer the handsome stranger you had encountered earlier. He looked… otherworldly, dangerous, and hauntingly beautiful in a way that made your skin tingle. His black wings shifted slightly as his head slowly lifted, his eyes locking onto yours.

Red. His eyes glowed a deep, unnatural red, and the moment they met yours, a wave of icy dread washed over you. That same feeling of being watched, the unnerving sensation you’d felt all night—it was him. He had been following you, watching you this entire time.

You couldn’t move, frozen in place by his piercing gaze. Every instinct screamed at you to run, but your legs felt heavy, your breath caught in your throat.

The man took a step forward, the chains around his wrists clanking as he did. His lips curled into a slow smile, sending a chill down your spine.

“Hello again,” he said, his voice smooth and deep, but there was something darker, something far more dangerous in his tone now.

You tried to speak, but no words came out. All you could do was stare, heart pounding in your chest.

The man’s wicked grin widened as he suddenly rose from his knees, towering over the stone hill. In an instant, the atmosphere shifted—the dim cave lights flared a deep, ominous red, casting long, eerie shadows around the cavern. The sight sent a jolt of fear down your spine.

Your breath caught in your throat as he started pulling on the chains that bound him, the fake metal links rattling with each tug. He kept pulling and pulling, his movements deliberate and terrifying, until the chains finally snapped free with a loud crack. The sound echoed through the cave, but it wasn’t the chains breaking that scared you the most—it was the way his eyes zeroed in on you, locking onto you.

For a split second, you thought, He’s a scare actor, right? This had to be part of the show…

When he suddenly leaned forward, his voice low and filled with dark amusement as he uttered one single word: “Run.”

Your blood turned to ice, and that was your cue. Without thinking, you turned on your heel and bolted. You ran like your life depended on it, your heart pounding in your chest as your feet hit the stone floor with a frantic rhythm. The sound of your own scream ripped from your throat, echoing through the cave as you sprinted through the winding passageways.

But the worst part? You could hear him. His heavy, deliberate footsteps pounded right behind you, getting closer with each second. The sound of his pursuit filled your ears, a terrifying reminder that no matter how fast you ran, he was faster. His presence loomed large, and the distance between you was shrinking far too quickly.

“Faster!” you urged yourself, your lungs burning as adrenaline surged through your veins, fueling your flight. The narrow stone walls blurred past you as you raced through the cave, your mind screaming for you to find a way out. But everywhere you turned, it felt like a dead end or a trap, the disorienting maze of the haunted mansion confusing your every step.

You glanced over your shoulder, a desperate mistake. He was right there—his smile wicked and cruel as he chased you down, his eyes glowing crimson. The sight of him so close made your heart stutter in your chest.

The fear threatened to swallow you whole, but your survival instincts kicked in. You pushed harder, your legs aching as you darted down a narrow hallway, hoping—praying—you could somehow lose him in the twists and turns. The eerie red lights flickered overhead, casting haunting shadows that played tricks on your eyes, but you didn’t dare slow down.

You rounded another corner, your pulse hammering in your ears, when suddenly, your foot caught on something. You stumbled, nearly falling to the ground, but managed to catch yourself at the last second. Your breath came in ragged gasps as you pushed onward, your muscles screaming in protest.

But you could still hear him—closer now. He was right behind you, his breath steady, his steps slow and deliberate, like he knew there was no escape.

Panic clawed at your throat. He’s going to catch me. He’s going to catch me.

And then, without warning, you saw it—an exit sign glowing faintly at the end of a long corridor. You forced your legs to move faster, the thought of freedom driving you forward. Just a few more steps, you told yourself, your heart pounding as the distance between you and the door closed.

But then… his voice, smooth and dark, echoed behind you.

“Run all you like,” he called, his laughter chilling, “but you can’t escape me.”

You didn’t dare look back this time.

You threw your entire weight against the door, your breath catching in your throat as it swung open with a loud creak. Relief washed over you for a split second—until you saw what lay beyond.

There was no exit. No fresh air, no escape. Instead, you were greeted by a long, dimly lit hallway bathed in a deep, sinister red light. The ground beneath your feet was uneven, forcing you to steady yourself as you stumbled forward. Panic rose in your chest as you realized there was no way out—not yet.

“Bad luck... it’s a fluke,” his voice echoed right behind you, low and mocking, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. You whipped your head around, heart racing, just in time to see him emerging from the shadows of the previous room, that wicked grin still plastered across his face.

Without thinking, you took off running again, adrenaline surging through your veins as your feet hit the uneven ground. The red hallway stretched out before you, impossibly long, and with each step, you could hear him getting closer, his footsteps steady and confident.

“You can’t outrun me,” his voice taunted, the sound bouncing off the walls, surrounding you. “But go on, try. I like the chase.”

You pushed harder, ignoring the burning in your lungs and the ache in your legs. The hallway seemed endless, twisting and turning like a labyrinth designed to trap you. The red lights flickered ominously, casting long shadows that danced along the walls, making it harder to see what lay ahead.

Your breath came in ragged gasps as you rounded another corner, but the unsettling feeling of him right behind you never left.

You pushed yourself harder, your legs burning with exhaustion, but the flicker of light ahead fueled your desperation. You just had to make it—just a little further. But as you rounded the final corner, your heart sank.

Dead end.

A cold wave of dread washed over you as you stared at the solid wall in front of you, no doors, no escape. You spun around, your pulse racing, only to see him standing at the mouth of the corridor. His dark wings casting twisted shadows in the flickering red light. He tilted his head, his eyes glowing that eerie red, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face.

“Looks like you’ve reached the end of the road,” he said, his voice smooth and taunting.

You took a step back, but there was nowhere to go. He stalked toward you, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring the moment before striking. Before you could react, he was in front of you, his hand reaching out to grip your wrist. With a swift motion, he pinned you against the wall, your back hitting the cold stone as he held your arms above your head.

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his body press against yours, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him. His sharp eyes bore into you, and despite the fear coursing through you, you couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through your stomach.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. “What’s the matter, little angel? You look a little… breathless.” His voice was low and teasing, sending a shiver down your spine.

Your mind screamed at you to move, to push him away, but your body betrayed you. The closeness, the intensity of his gaze, the way his touch made your skin tingle—it was intoxicating. You hated that you felt it, but there was no denying the way your heart raced, not entirely from fear.

He shifted, his lips grazing the side of your neck as he whispered, “I’ve been watching you all night… I could tell you’d be fun to chase.” He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours again, a sly smile curving his lips. “And now that I’ve caught you… what should I do with you?”

Your stomach fluttered as his words sank in, and despite the situation, you felt a strange heat rise in your chest. You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breath, but the way he was looking at you, so intense, made it impossible.

He chuckled softly, his free hand trailing down your arm before resting against your side. “I have to say,” he murmured, his lips dangerously close to yours, “you make quite the perfect little angel… all soft and sweet. Too bad you fell right into my trap.”

You couldn’t help but tremble under his gaze, a mix of adrenaline and something else coursing through your veins. His flirtation was dangerous, intoxicating, and it made your mind spin.

“Tell me,” he whispered, his voice dropping even lower, “do you like playing the helpless little angel? Or is there a side of you that likes the thrill… likes being caught?”

Your breath hitched as he smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Come on, admit it,” he teased, his fingers brushing along your jawline. “You’re not just scared, are you? There's a part of you that’s enjoying this.”

You didn’t know how to respond, your mind a whirlwind of emotions. His boldness, his touch, the way he towered over you—it sent conflicting feelings through your body. You hated the way your stomach fluttered, the way your heart raced at the sound of his voice, but you couldn’t deny the effect he had on you.

Leaning in even closer, his lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, “What do you say, little angel? Ready to fly… or ready to fall?”

Before you could even process what was happening, his lips were on yours—fierce, commanding, and unapologetic. His hands tightened around your wrists as he pulled you closer, and you gasped at the sensation. That gasp was all he needed. He slipped his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss with a possessive hunger that made your knees weak.

Your body trembled under the weight of his kiss, the heat of him pressed against you, and for a brief, dizzying moment, you felt yourself getting lost in it. The raw, primal energy of the moment, the way he dominated the space around you—it sent your senses spinning.

But then, something clicked in your mind. Reality came crashing back, and panic surged through you. What the hell are you doing? Without thinking, you bit down hard on his bottom lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood as he yelped and jerked back, his grip loosening just enough for you to break free.

He stepped back, one hand wiping at his lip, smearing a streak of red as he inspected the blood on his fingers. For a split second, you thought you had gained the upper hand, but when his gaze flicked back to you, his expression shifted. The wicked grin returned, more dangerous than before, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement.

"Bad choice, angel," he murmured, his voice low and menacing. His grin widened as he took a step toward you, his posture tense with the thrill of the chase.

You didn’t wait to see what he would do next. Fueled by pure adrenaline, you bolted, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. But this time, it was different. The fear was still there, but underneath it, something else stirred—something undeniable. The adrenaline thrumming through your veins felt addictive, almost intoxicating.

Your body betrayed you, responding to the rush of being hunted, the thrill of his eyes on you as you sprinted through the dark, winding halls of the haunted mansion. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your legs carrying you forward as fast as they could, but your heart was racing for more reasons than just fear.

The red lights flickered ominously overhead as you ran, casting eerie shadows that seemed to move with you. Every corner you turned, every twist in the maze-like mansion, you expected him to appear, his wicked grin haunting your thoughts.

I have to get out of here, you thought, your mind racing. But even as you ran, a part of you—one you didn’t want to acknowledge—thrilled at the chase, at the sensation of being pursued by someone so dangerous, so intense.

The walls seemed to close in around you, twisting and turning, disorienting you at every corner. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of damp earth —something that clung to your senses.

Behind you, his footsteps echoed, unhurried but relentless. "You can run all you want, angel!" his voice boomed, rough and guttural, dripping with amusement. "I will catch you."

A shiver ran down your spine, fear mingling with something else, something dangerous that twisted in your gut. The adrenaline pumped through your veins, your heartbeat a deafening drum in your ears. How had it come to this? The demon was toying with you, and yet, the terror thrummed in your body with a maddening intensity, pulling you further into the chase.

You ducked beneath an archway, barely avoiding the jagged stones jutting out of the walls. The darkness was thick, almost alive, and it wrapped around you, hiding both dangers and possible salvation. Every time you glanced over your shoulder, you could catch a glimpse of him—those glowing eyes, sharp with hunger.

The sound of his laughter cut through the air, deep and mocking, making your pulse race even faster. You had to keep moving. You couldn’t let him catch you. And yet... you couldn’t deny the way your body responded to the threat. Fear, yes—but something more. Something twisted that made your steps falter for just a moment.

Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. How could fear and danger do this to you, make your body betray your instincts? But as you ran deeper into the maze, with his voice chasing you, that line between fear and exhilaration blurred more and more. And he knew it.

The uneven ground made it hard to maintain your balance, and you were too focused on the chase to notice when your heel slipped off. You stumbled, and before you could stop yourself, you crashed to the ground.

Pain shot through your body as you hit the hard floor with a loud thud, a sharp cry escaping your lips. Your hands scrambled to push yourself up, but the throbbing in your ankle made it difficult. You cursed under your breath, trying to stand, but just as you got to your feet, a pair of strong hands grabbed you from behind.

You barely had time to react before you were yanked backward, pulled into a hidden doorway that opened in the wall. You screamed, your voice echoing down the hallway, but it was quickly muffled as the door shut behind you with a heavy thud. Darkness enveloped you, the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears as you were dragged further inside.

You were thrown onto something soft, and with a startled gasp, you scrambled to get up, your hands pressing into what felt like a couch. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, your mind racing to make sense of what had just happened.

And then you saw him.

He stood there, looming in the shadows, his dark wings partially unfurled, casting long, sinister shadows against the walls. His red eyes, locked onto you with that same dangerous intensity. He stepped forward, slowly and deliberately.

“You really thought you could run from me, little angel?” His voice was low, dripping with amusement, but there was an edge to it that made your skin tingle. “I told you… I like the chase.”

You backed up against the couch, your hands gripping the cushions as you tried to steady your breath, your pulse racing uncontrollably. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. You were trapped in this room with him, and he knew it.

He smirked, taking another step closer, his gaze never leaving yours. “You put up a good fight back there,” he said, his voice smooth as silk. “But you can’t run from me. Not now.”

Your throat tightened, the air in the room thick with tension. Every instinct told you to run, to escape, but your body felt frozen in place. He was too close, his presence too overwhelming.

You started backing up instinctively, your heart hammering in your chest as he stepped closer, his dark figure looming over you. The room felt smaller with every step he took, your breaths shallow and quick. You didn’t even realize you’d backed into something until the edge of the table pressed into your lower back. You glanced behind you and saw a fake plastic corpse laid out on the table, its lifeless eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

But before you could even process it, he was right in front of you. His sudden proximity made you squeak in surprise, your eyes wide as you whipped your head back toward him. He was so close, his body practically pressed against yours, and his arms were on either side of you, caging you against the table. There was no escape.

"Beautiful…" he muttered, his voice low, almost reverent, as his eyes swept over your face. His expression was intense, his gaze piercing, and for a moment, you could hardly breathe. You stared at him in stunned silence, completely thrown off by the unexpected compliment.

His eyes were softer now, though that dangerous glint still lingered just beneath the surface. He leaned in slightly, his breath warm against your skin as he looked at you like you were something precious—something he had chased all night and finally caught. His hand lifted, almost hesitantly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face with a surprising gentleness.

Your heart raced, not entirely out of fear anymore. His gaze was so intense, so focused on you, it made your skin tingle. His touch, though brief, sent shivers down your spine.

You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. "What… what are you doing?"

He chuckled softly, his lips curling into a small smile as he leaned in just a fraction closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "Admiring you," he said simply, his voice soft yet filled with that same underlying intensity. "You’re captivating, little angel… even more so now that I’ve caught you."

Your stomach fluttered at his words, a confusing mix of emotions swirling inside you.

Without warning, he scooped you up under your thighs and lifted you effortlessly onto the table, your gasp of shock echoing in the small, dimly lit room. You were suddenly eye-level with him, your heart racing faster than before as he stepped in between your legs, creating an intoxicatingly intimate space that felt both thrilling and terrifying.

He paused for a moment, his eyes scanning your face, drinking in your reaction. “So delicate,” he murmured, almost to himself, as his hands began to roam over your body. His fingers trailed along the curve of your waist, brushing against your hips, and you couldn’t suppress the shiver that coursed through you. You tried to crawl backward on the table, instinctively seeking some distance, but he caught you effortlessly, pulling you back to him with a teasing grin.

“Where do you think you’re going, angel?” he flirted, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and something darker. His gaze flickered to your lips, and for a moment, you felt exposed, vulnerable, caught in the web he had woven around you.

It would have been so easy to push him away, to tell him to stop, but something about the way he looked at you—the way his hands felt—made you hesitate. The alcohol coursing through your system muddied your thoughts, clouding your instincts. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and despite the fear that still lurked in the back of your mind, the undeniable thrill of his touch ignited something within you.

“Just let it happen,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. The way he spoke made it hard to remember why you should resist. He caressed your body with a gentle yet possessive touch, his fingers dancing along the edges of your costume, drawing little gasps from your lips.

Every nerve in your body was alive, thrumming with an intoxicating blend of fear and excitement. You could feel the weight of his gaze as he admired you, like he was a connoisseur appreciating a rare and beautiful piece of art. And in that moment, as he leaned in closer, brushing his lips against your neck, you felt a dangerous thrill run through you.

“Beautiful, captivating, and all mine,” he murmured, and despite the warning bells ringing in your head, a part of you couldn’t help but lean into him, drawn by the magnetic pull of his presence.

He leaned in closer, his intentions clear, but just as his lips hovered near yours, you instinctively pulled back, your heart racing. The space between you crackled with tension, the air thick with unspoken desires. His expression shifted, a flicker of surprise crossing his features, but it was quickly replaced with a devilish grin that made your pulse quicken.

“Why so shy, little angel?” he purred, his voice smooth like honey, laced with a hint of mischief. His fingers continued their gentle exploration, caressing your waist and hips, as if he were trying to erase any hesitation you felt. “I promise I don’t bite… unless you ask nicely.”

You swallowed hard, trying to gather your thoughts, but his proximity, his touch, and the way he spoke made it difficult to think clearly. It was as if he were weaving a spell around you, his words wrapping around your mind like silk. “You’re too beautiful to hide away,” he whispered in your ear, his breath warm and tantalizing. “Let me show you how much I appreciate this moment.”

It was almost enchanting, the way he sweet-talked you, making you feel like you were the only person in the world. “You’ve got nothing to fear from me,” he continued, his voice dipping lower, sending shivers down your spine. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m just… a man who sees beauty and wants to savor it.”

With each word, it felt as though he were tempting you deeper into a dark abyss, whispering sins and secrets that made your heart race. The way he looked at you, with those smoldering red eyes, made you feel both desired and vulnerable. You knew you should be scared, should push him away, but the allure of his words was intoxicating, wrapping around you like a comforting blanket.

“Just one kiss,” he urged softly, leaning in once more, his lips almost brushing against yours. “Just let go for a moment. Let me show you how it feels to embrace the darkness.”

You felt a pull towards him, a dangerous temptation. The combination of fear and thrill churned in your stomach, and as he continued to caress you, whispering sweetly in your ear, the line between right and wrong blurred even further. He was like a devil in disguise, enticing you to give in to your desires, to forget the world outside and just be lost in this moment with him.

You found yourself looking at him, your mind clouded with confusion and exhilaration. His red eyes sparkled as he gauged your reaction, and in that moment, you felt utterly entranced.

Taking your silence as encouragement, he leaned in again, his lips brushing softly against yours. This time, there was no hesitation, no pullback. The kiss was gentle yet electric, igniting a fire deep within you. You gasped softly, allowing yourself to melt against him as the world around you faded away.

His kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He tasted like a mix of darkness and sweetness, a contradiction that left you craving more. Each movement felt like a dance of forbidden desires, and with every brush of his lips against yours, you felt yourself losing grip on reality.

As you kissed him back, the rush of adrenaline mingled with the thrill of desire, and you found yourself craving this closeness, this danger. His hands roamed your body, caressing your curves with an urgency that made your heart race even faster. You felt utterly consumed by him, a part of you surrendering to the wild rush of emotions.

He pulled back slightly, his lips barely inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin. “See?” he murmured, his voice low and sultry. “Wasn’t that worth it?”

Your heart raced as you looked into his eyes, caught in that captivating gaze. You didn’t know how to respond, your thoughts swirling in a delightful haze.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re lost in the moment,” he continued, brushing his thumb along your jawline, a smirk dancing on his lips. “Just let yourself be. Let go of the fear.”

A part of you knew this wasn’t a wise decision, that giving in could lead to trouble. But another part—the part ignited by the alcohol and his alluring presence—urged you to stay. You were drawn into his world, tempted by the darkness he offered, and you found yourself wanting more.

As he kissed you again, he took his time, his movements deliberate and enticing. You could feel his hands sliding slowly, his fingers deftly slipping your jacket off your shoulder, letting the fabric fall away to reveal more of your skin. The cool air sent shivers across your bare arms, but his touch quickly warmed you, as he rubbed your arms with a gentle yet possessive caress.

You gasped softly into the kiss, your heart pounding as his hand trailed down your body, finding the edge of your white lace stockings. With a teasing precision, he began to slip one down, his fingers gliding along your thigh and calf, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. The delicate fabric pooled at your ankle, and you could feel the heat of his hand as he explored your skin, his touch both intoxicating and electrifying.

Meanwhile, his other hand found your waist, pulling you closer against him, your bodies flush with one another. You could feel the heat radiating from him, every contour of his form pressing into you, heightening your senses. He was skilled, his hands knowing exactly how to coax you into surrendering, and you could feel your resolve weakening with every caress.

“Such soft skin,” he murmured against your lips, his breath ghosting over you, causing a delightful shiver to ripple through your body. “It’s irresistible.”

You leaned into his touch, your breath hitching as his fingers danced along your thigh, tracing delicate patterns that made your heart race. His gaze locked onto yours, a fiery intensity in his eyes that made you feel as though he could see right through you, unearthing every desire you had buried deep down.

He pulled back just slightly, the heat of his gaze raking over you as he admired the way you responded to him, the way your body seemed to melt into his. “You’re stunning, you know,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I could lose myself in you, little angel.”

You felt a flush creeping up your cheeks, the blend of shyness and excitement stirring something wild within you. Every word he uttered seemed to wrap around you, holding you captive in this moment. You wanted to resist; you knew you should. But the thrill of the chase, the intoxicating mix of fear and allure, made it hard to think clearly.

“Just let go,” he whispered again, his fingers finding the hem of your dress, teasing the edge. “Let me take care of you.”

His words sent a thrill down your spine, and you found yourself torn between desire and caution.

In one swift motion, he pulled you closer, flipping you over so your feet were back on the ground but your body was bent over the table, your heart racing with the unexpected shift. The fake corpse on the table loomed nearby, a bizarre reminder of where you were, but the adrenaline surged through your veins, heightening every sensation.

“Jay,” he said, his voice low and filled with a hint of mischief as his hand slid up your thigh to your waist, anchoring you to him. “Remember my name, little angel. You’ll want to scream it later.”

Your breath hitched at the way he spoke, a tantalizing mix of playful and dangerous that sent shivers down your spine. You felt the heat radiating off his body as he pressed closer, and the sheer intensity of the moment made your heart race faster. He seemed to revel in the power he held over you, and part of you loved it.

“What’s the matter?” he teased, his voice dripping with confidence. “Afraid of what might happen next?” His fingers danced over your waist, teasingly, just enough to make you squirm.

You bit your lip, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. “Maybe a little,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. The rush of fear blended with desire, creating an intoxicating cocktail that made your head spin.

Jay chuckled softly, leaning closer so you could feel the warmth of his breath against your ear. “You’re not alone in that. But I promise I’ll take good care of you.” He slipped his hand further up your waist, his fingers brushing the lace of your dress, before he pulled your dress up, his lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of butterflies in their wake. His fingers, gentle yet firm, worked their way under the lace of your panties, and you couldn't help but moan softly as he whispered, "So wet already for me?"

The sudden exposure to the cool air sent shivers down your spine, making your skin tingle with goosebumps. Your most private part, now on full display, felt vulnerable yet incredibly desirable. Jay's fingers, now coated and wet, teased the delicate folds, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Mmm, yes," you whispered, your voice hoarse with desire. You couldn't help but arch your back, offering yourself more fully to his touch. The sensation of his fingers exploring your intimate depths was almost too much to bear, and you felt your body respond eagerly, welcoming his touch with each moan that escaped your lips.

"You're so beautiful like this, so open and ready for me," Jay murmured, his eyes locked on the exquisite sight before him. His fingers moved with a purposeful rhythm, stroking and caressing, bringing you to the brink of ecstasy.

As your moans grew louder, Jay's touch became more intense, his fingers plunging deeper, hitting all the right spots.

Jay's fingers, skilled and precise, continued their dance within your body, each thrust bringing you closer to the brink of bliss. Your moans, now more like desperate pleas, filled the room as you arched your back, offering yourself fully to his touch. The cold air on your exposed skin only heightened the intensity of his touch, making every stroke feel like an electric shock.

"You're so close, baby," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let me take you there."

His fingers moved with a hypnotic rhythm, stroking and caressing, teasing and taunting. Every inch of your intimate recesses was explored, each touch sending shivers down your spine. You could feel yourself getting wetter, your muscles clenching around his fingers, eagerly welcoming each new sensation.

"Fucking hell, you feel so good," he groaned, his breath hot against your ear. "So tight, so warm."

As he spoke, his fingers picked up the pace, plunging deeper, hitting spots that made you buck your hips involuntarily. Your body trembled, on the cusp of another explosive release. You could feel the build-up, the pressure mounting, and with a final, desperate moan, you surrendered to the pleasure, your body convulsing in a powerful orgasm.

Jay's fingers stilled, and he held you close, letting you ride out the aftershocks. Your breath came in gasps, your heart pounding in your chest.

As you caught your breath, Jay's fingers remained gently nestled within your warmth, a silent promise of more to come. Your heart, still pounding from the intense orgasm, began to slow, and a peaceful calm settled over you.

Jay, ever the gentleman, gave you the space you needed to gather yourself, his eyes filled with a mixture of admiration and desire. He watched as you took slow, deep breaths, your chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Then, with a subtle shift in his movements, you felt the subtle change in the air. He'd unzipped his pants, and a moment later, with a subtle push, his pants and boxers dropped just enough to reveal his thick, pulsating cock.

The sight took your breath away once more.

Jay's gaze met yours, a silent question in his eyes. He wanted to know if you were ready, if you wanted him, just as he wanted you. And in that moment, there was no doubt in your mind.

You reached out, your fingers tracing the length of his cock, feeling the hardness, the warmth. Then, with a bold move, you took him in your hand, squeezing gently, letting him know that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

Jay's breath caught in his throat, and a low growl escaped his lips.

He was ready, more than ready.

The sensation of Jay slowly entering you was almost overwhelming. The stretch, the burn—it was intense, yet incredibly arousing. You could feel every inch of him, his thickness filling you, leaving no space untouched. Your body, so tight and willing, clenched around him, welcoming his presence.

As Jay whispered, "Being so good for me," his voice was filled with a mixture of lust and admiration. He understood the intensity of the moment, the delicate balance of pleasure and pain that you were experiencing. And in that instant, as his thick length was fully sheathed within you, you both groaned, your voices mingling in a symphony of desire.

Jay stood still, his body tense, his muscles quivering. He knew the power he held, the control he had over your body and your pleasure. And he wanted to savor this moment, to let you adjust to his size, to let your body embrace his.

"You can move," you breathed eventually, your voice soft yet filled with a hint of command. It was all the invitation Jay needed. With a deep growl, he pulled back, his thick cock sliding effortlessly out of you. The momentary emptiness sent shivers down your spine, only to be replaced by an even more intense sensation as he thrust back in, plunging deep, stretching you to your limits.

You gasped, your body arching backward as if in a silent plea for more. Your hands, frantically searching for something to grip, found no purchase on the smooth surface of the table. You were helpless, at Jay's mercy, and he knew it. With a tight grip on your hips, he pulled you towards him, claiming you as his own.

Jay's groans filled the room, a symphony of desire and pleasure. "God, you feel so fucking good," he panted, his voice hoarse with passion. "I've craved this, craved you, for so long." His words were a blur of lust and emotion, a declaration of his deepest desires. "I love you," he whispered, his breath hot against your neck, his voice trembling with intensity.

His thrusts became more frenzied, more urgent. Each stroke hit a different spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You could feel his desire, his need, building with each movement. Jay was lost in the heat of the moment, his control slipping as his passion took over.

You, too, were lost in the whirlwind of sensations. The table dug into your belly as Jay's relentless pace had you trapped, unable to move. All you could do was surrender to the pleasure, let Jay take you to places you'd never been before.

The moment of intense pleasure was abruptly interrupted by the sound of familiar voices from beyond the wall. Jay, ever sensitive to the potential intrusion, stilled, his cock suspended inside you, as he heard the distinct sound of your friend, Rei.

"Noooo…" you slurred, frustration evident in your voice. You had been so close to the peak, so close to an unimaginable high, and now this unexpected interruption had robbed you of your moment.

"Shhh, my sweet angel," Jay whispered, his breath warm against your ear. He leaned over you, his body close, his chest heaving with the effort of holding back his own desire. "Listen," he urged, his voice low and intense.

Your heart was pounding in your ears as you strained to hear what Jay was listening to. Then, through the walls of the secret room, you heard the distinct voices of your friends. Rei's voice was clear, "Look, her shoe is here! That means she's close by." Your eyes widened at the realization that your friends were right outside, searching for you.

You remembered the heel you'd lost in your frantic escape, the one that now served as a telltale sign of your proximity. "Shit," you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jay's hand covered your mouth. "Shhh," he whispered again. "You don't want them to hear you, do you?"

You shook your head, your eyes wide in panic. You knew that if your friends heard, they'd know exactly where you were and what you were doing.

Jay's hand moved from your mouth to your hip, and with a low growl, he began to thrust again. The movement was slow and deliberate, almost torturous in its slowness, as if he were daring your friends to hear.

You bit your lip, trying to muffle the moans that threatened to escape. Your body was on fire, the sensation of Jay's cock filling you almost too much to bear. You could feel the heat building, the pressure mounting, and with each slow, deliberate thrust, you teetered closer to the edge.

And then, as if on cue, you heard Rei's voice again, closer this time. "She can't be far. Let`s keep searching."

Jay's thrusts became more intense, more purposeful, as if he were challenging you to keep quiet, daring you to hold back your moans. But with each powerful stroke, your body responded, your desire growing with every thrust.

You bit your lip, your eyes squeezed shut, as if that could muffle the sounds of your pleasure. The tears that blurred your vision were a mix of frustration, desire, and a hint of fear—fear that your friends would discover your secret, fear that this moment of intense passion would be interrupted.

Jay's breathing grew heavier, his grunts and groans a contrast to your silent pleas. He knew the effect he was having on you, and he wanted to push you further, to test your limits. His hand slid down your body, his fingers tracing the curves of your hips, then dipping lower, finding the spot that sent shivers down your spine.

With a low, groan he began to tease your clit, his touch light yet firm. Your body jerked, your hips pushing against his hand, seeking more, needing more.

You tried to hold back, to muffle your cries, but the pleasure was too much. Your moans escaped in broken whispers, your body arching towards him, begging for more. The wet sounds of your passion filled the room, a silent invitation for your friends to discover your secret.

Jay's eyes flashed with a mix of lust and triumph. He knew he had you exactly where he wanted, and he wasn't about to let up. His strokes became more frenzied, more urgent, each one bringing you closer to the edge.

Jay's thrusts quickened, his hand gripping your hip tighter. "Come for me, angel," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "Let them hear you. Let them know what they're missing."

And then, with a loud, muffled shout, you came. The orgasm ripped through you, a powerful wave that left you breathless and weak. Your body convulsed, your back arching as you surrendered to the intense pleasure. Jay's hand covered your mouth, his fingers pressing gently against your lips, muffling your cries as he bit down on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

His groans mingled with your muffled shouts, a symphony of pleasure that filled the room.

Just as your body began to relax, to recover from the intense pleasure, Jay's strokes became deeper, more forceful. He drove into you, his cock throbbing within your tight channel, and with a deep, moan, he came. His hot seed filled you, a warm rush that sent shivers down your spine. You could feel it pulsing within you.

As Jay's thrusts slowed, his breathing heavy and ragged, you could feel his hand gently caressing your cheek.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Jay withdrew from your body, his eyes locked with yours. You couldn't help but gasp as you felt the warm trail of his cum dripping down your thigh.

As you looked behind you, Jay ripped off a portion of his shirt, the sound of fabric tearing filling the room. Without a word, he began to wipe you down, his rough palms gently caressing your skin, cleaning the evidence of your love-making.

His touch was tender, almost reverent, as he carefully pulled your panties back up, his fingers grazing your sensitive skin. You could feel the heat of his breath on your neck, his presence close as he tended to you.

Once you were cleaned and dressed, Jay turned his attention to himself. With a quick movement, he tucked himself back in, pulling his boxers and pants up.

With a gentle smile, Jay extended his hand toward you. "Come," he said, his voice soft and inviting, a stark contrast to the playful danger he had exuded earlier. "Let’s get you out of here."

You hesitated for just a moment, then placed your hand in his. His touch was warm, reassuring, and you let him guide you through the winding halls of the haunted house.

Eventually, he led you to a discreet backdoor, away from the chaos and noise of the attraction.

As the cool night air hit your skin, you breathed in deeply, feeling grounded once more. Jay looked at you, his sharp features softened by the moonlight.

Before he could say anything, you acted on impulse. You grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. Jay responded immediately, his arms slipping around your waist as he kissed you back with equal intensity, his lips warm and firm against yours.

When you finally pulled back, your breaths mingling in the cool air, you noticed the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Jay’s eyes glinted with amusement, and he touched your cheek gently, his thumb brushing your skin.

“That was… unexpected,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with affection.

You couldn’t help but smile back at him, your heart still racing from the kiss. “I had to,” you whispered, feeling a mix of shyness and boldness.

Jay chuckled softly, his hand lingering on your cheek for just a moment longer before he stepped back. “I’m glad you did.”

There was a shared silence between you, comfortable and charged, but you both knew this was where the night ended. With one last smile, he nodded at you. “Take care, little angel.”

You smiled, feeling a strange warmth in your chest as you watched him turn and walk back in. With a deep breath, you took one last glance at the haunted house behind you, then made your way back to find your friends.

[starsenha]

UNDERSTANDING / P.J

Pairing ◊ fem!reader x bf!jay

Genre ◊ fluff, established relationship

Warnings ◊ talk about bad mental health, just jay being a sweetheart I'm sobbing

Word count ◊ 1k

Summary ◊ you were so greateful to have a such understanding boyfriend by your side.

a/n: felt really mentally bad a few days ago so this bloomed in my mind hehe, enjoy!

You had been looking forward to your date with Jay all week. The plan was simple: a walk around the park, grabbing some ice cream, and maybe catching a movie later. But when the morning came, you woke up feeling… off. It wasn’t like you hadn’t felt this way before—this heavy, gray feeling that made everything seem distant—but it was the last thing you wanted on a day like today.

You stared at your phone, fingers hovering over the screen. It felt wrong to cancel, especially since you and Jay had been planning this. But at the same time, the thought of putting on a happy face, of pretending you were okay when you weren’t, felt exhausting. Jay knew about your struggles with mental health; you had talked about it before. But still, there was always that small voice in your head whispering that you were being a burden.

With a deep breath, you finally typed out the message.

[you] Hey, would it be okay if we postponed the date today?

You hit send before you could overthink it, your heart racing as you waited for his response. Within a minute, your phone buzzed.

[Songie 💙] Of course, baby! Are you okay?

You hesitated for a moment, your fingers tracing the edge of your phone as you tried to find the right words. You didn’t want to lie, but you also didn’t want to dump all your emotions on him. Finally, you decided to just be honest.

[you] I’m not really feeling like myself today. Kind of out of it, and I don’t want to bring any negativity to our date. I don’t want to bother you.

The response came quickly, like he was waiting for your message.

[Songie 💙] Hey, you are NEVER a bother. I mean that. I’d be happy to spend time with you, even if you’re not feeling okay.

A lump formed in your throat, and you blinked back the sudden sting of tears. You knew Jay cared, but sometimes it still caught you off guard how understanding he was.

Before you could reply, another message came through.

[Songie 💙] Actually… can I come over? I really want to see you, even if we don’t do anything. We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. I just want to be there with you.

You smiled softly at his words, though you were still unsure. The idea of just… being with someone without having to pretend to be fine sounded comforting, but you didn’t want him to feel like he had to take care of you.

[you] Are you sure? I’m really not in the mood to talk much. I was just going to stay in and watch my comfort show.

You didn’t have to explain what your comfort show was. Jay knew. It was the one you always turned to when you were feeling down, something familiar and soothing.

[Songie 💙] Of course I’m sure. I’ll be happy just to see your pretty little face.

A small laugh escaped your lips despite yourself. Jay always knew how to make you feel a little lighter, even when everything else felt heavy.

[Songie 💙] I’ll come over in a bit. Want me to pick up something for you? I can grab your favorite from that fast food place you love. I know you probably haven’t eaten.

That hit deeper than you expected. He knew. He always seemed to know when you were struggling, even when you hadn’t said much. The thought of food hadn’t even crossed your mind until he mentioned it, and now that he did, you realized how hungry you were. But more than that, it was the fact that he was offering to take care of you in such a simple, thoughtful way that made your chest tighten with emotion.

[you] Okay. That sounds nice. Thanks, songie.

Jay: Don’t mention it. I’ll be there soon.

You put your phone down and leaned back against the couch, feeling a little less tense now that you didn’t have to worry about the date. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to spend time with Jay—it was the opposite. You just didn’t want to be a weight on him, to drag down what was supposed to be a fun day. But Jay… he never made you feel like that. Not once.

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock at your door. You opened it to find Jay standing there with a warm smile and a bag of food in one hand. His hair was a little messy from the wind, and he was wearing that hoodie you always said you liked on him.

"Hey, baby," he said softly, stepping inside. "I brought you your favorite."

The smell of fries and a burger filled the room, and your stomach growled. You hadn’t realized just how much you needed this. You smiled gratefully and took the bag from him.

"Thank you," you mumbled, feeling a little shy all of a sudden.

"Of course," he said, leaning down to give you a soft kiss on your forehead. "I’m just happy to see you."

You led him to the couch, where you had already set up your comfort show on the TV. Jay kicked off his shoes and settled in next to you, close enough that your legs brushed against each other, but not so close that it felt overwhelming. He handed you the food, and as you unwrapped your burger, he pressed play on the show.

For a while, you sat in comfortable silence, the sounds of the familiar show filling the room. Jay didn’t push you to talk, didn’t ask you how you were feeling. He just… sat with you, sharing the space in that gentle, understanding way that only he could.

After a while, you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer, and you felt the tension in your body start to melt away, just a little. It wasn’t that everything was suddenly okay—it wasn’t. But having Jay there, quietly watching your favorite show with you, made things feel a little more bearable.

"You know," he said quietly after a while, his voice barely above a whisper, "I’m always here for you. Even on the hard days. Especially on the hard days."

You didn’t say anything, but you reached for his hand and squeezed it, your heart full of gratitude.

He squeezed back, and that was enough. You didn’t need words right now. You had Jay, and that was more than enough.

[lueurjun]

“ let’s just get married ” | heeseung and jay.

the boys reaction to you suddenly professing that you would in fact, like to get married.

. . . . . . . ꒰ HEESEUNG ꒱ ,,

give him a sec

he’s rebooting

his mind went through an unplanned update

because clearly there’s something wrong with it since he swears he just heard you tell him you wanna get married

“hUh?”

you don’t seem to catch onto his confusion in the slightest

because you’re just sat cheesin

you after breaking your boyf 😃

“like… in a couple of years?”

you shake your head, still grinning as though you just won the lottery

heeseung gulps so loud you can hear it from half way across the world

it’s true. i heard it from here.

to be honest—bros petrified

not that he doesn’t want to marry you

he has visions of it

breaking news! lee heeseung is really that’s so raven confirmed!

but now it’s perhaps a little too early for him

still the look on your face had his heart shitting itself

because you look so excited

and telling you to wait would probably break your heart

which lee heeseung would never do

cos then he’d have to go through me. and i have watched kung fu panda. i know my shit.

so he wraps his arms around your waist and draws you in until your foreheads are touching.

cant see his panicked expression if he connects foreheads

and with a thudding heart, he manages to choke out a reply

“then let’s get married.”

imagine i wrote ‘then marry someone else’. oof the drama would be out of this world

now it’s your turn to be panicked

because the reality of it all comes crashing down on you like a thundering avalanche

and suddenly you’re pushing him away

“i don’t want to.”

hA NOT YOU REJECTING HIM AFTER SENDING HIM THROUGH EMOTIONAL TURMOIL

heeseung just blinks at you

because weren’t you the one who proposed this idea?

what do you mean ‘you don’t want to?’

now he’s hurt

because why don’t you want to marry him?

“is it something i said?”

he’s frowning now, resembling a puppy that just got kicked

“no! no! it was just in the moment-you know? you just looked perfect and i felt perfect with you and i got carried away. that doesn’t mean i don’t want to marry you in the future! i think we should just wait.”

heeseung breathes a sigh of relief and pulls you back into his arms

“i’m so glad you think so because i am not ready for marriage yet—but with that being said, i will stick the biggest diamond on your finger when i am.”

compensation for making you wait—heeseung is in fact a sugar daddy 💸

he holds you tighter, and your gaze shifts to his ring finger, a fleeting moment of daydreaming how handsome he'd look with a wedding ring on

your mind is suddenly alive with visions of what married life with heeseung would be like, a flurry of images quickly cascading through your imagination

and suddenly, a familiar feeling tugs in your heart

cheekily, you grin up at him

“i’ve changed my mind. i wanna get married again.”

lord help him

. . . . . . . ꒰ JAY ꒱ ,,

did somebody say something?

no really…did they? he had earphones in and heard absolutely none of what you said

me every minute of everyday

he’s bobbing his head to his music without a care in the world

thriving in — unmarried — life, unburdened by any adult responsibilities or worries

he’s truly blissful

until you yank those earphones out of his ears and peer down at him with a scornful gaze

you could’ve sworn he had paused his music when you entered the room

“hey baby.”

i have been watching a lot of drew starkey edits and his ‘hey baby’ is imprinted in my mind so it must be applied to jay. i do not make the rules.

his face is lit up with an endearing smile, his eyes full of affection as he looks lovingly at you

which makes you smile and gaze back at him with the same expression

“i said, would you marry me?”

naturally, jay assumes that you’re just thinking about the future

which is totally natural in a relationship

so he doesn’t think anything of it when he shrugs his shoulders

“i’d marry you tomorrow.”

same. i’d marry you better than him tbh

now jay loves you

his love for you is as constant and timeless as the sun's relationship with the sky

but he wasn’t being literal. marriage is a huge step and as much as he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you

he felt he was still too young

you didn’t seem to realize that it was just an expression because you started beaming

and jay, not realizing you had taken this literally and assumed you just liked the idea of marrying him in the future, beamed back at you

“great! we should look into venues—no! why don’t we fly to vegas? how does one elope? jay! we should look into eloping.”

at first, he's simply enthralled by the sound of your voice

but then the words register and suddenly he’s hyperventilating

he’s so real for that

“wha- el-eloping? like-in the future…possibly in like five years? maybe seven—”

“no? now! you said you wanted to get married tomorrow and i’ve been thinking that maybe we should? i mean, i don’t want anyone else and imagine married life jay! it would be perfect!"

married life with you would be perfect

jay would love nothing more than to wake up beside you every morning, a wedding band adorning your finger and sharing the same last name

he’d love to introduce you as his spouse, the idea of it alone gives him butterflies

but marriage is a huge commitment

“i mean it would but right now?”

hearing the panic in exchange for excitement, the bubble surrounding you pops

and suddenly, you’re no longer the embodiment of happiness

but disappointment

forget ksi and tommy fury, im gonna be in the ring with jay if he doesn’t marry the life out of you

his heart shatters at the look on your face and that alone has him reconsidering

he plans to marry you in the future, might as well keep that gorgeous smile on your face and push the date forward

“you don’t wanna marry me?”

he reaches out to you, taking your hands in his and guiding you to sit next to him. the closeness is almost overwhelming, and you can feel the warmth of his body as he pulls you onto his lap

bro i’m blushin rn!! look away. i don’t want you to see me like this

jay wastes no time showering your face with passionate kisses, eliciting an gradually forming smile from you

“no. no-i do wanna marry you, more than anything! but it’s just a little early, we can wait a few more years. time with you flies anyway so it won’t even be that long of a wait technically, we’re just… a bit too young yet.”

he’s right, and you hate admitting it

nah don’t fold bae. get that ring 💍

slumping your shoulders, you nod your head with a sigh

“i guess you’re right. i got a little too carried away. i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to pressure you…”

jay shakes his head, planting a kiss on both of your cheeks, then your nose and then finally, your lips, though he lets that one linger

that alone manages to lift your mood drastically

“how about, we settle for a promise ring?”

your heart swells with emotion at the sweet sentiment and you find yourself unable to resist leaning in and gently pressing your lips to his once more

after a moment — or several — he finally pulls away and laughs

“i take it you like that idea?”

“i do”

[sunhee27]

18 20 25 jay

You were FINALLY moving into jay’s house, after being together for three years and having a perfect and healthy relationship. This had to be the best damn day of your life. And you regret nothing when you accidentally confessed your feeling for him in high school, when you were talking in the phone with your good friend, saying how much you were in love with him. Who knows how your relationship would be if you didn’t get caught and didn’t live your teenage years with him. 

You were now out shopping for things and food to put in the apartment. You were scrolling around the cart, slightly bumping into Jay here and there and he would just chuckle at you while sneaking a hand around your waist. 

“THIS ONE!!!” You held up a jellycat plushie that you have been wanting for a lifetime. 

“Please Jay, buy this for me.” You gave him your best puppy eyes. Jay was damn rich and no doubt he could pay for the entire store. 

“We are here for food love.” He laughs at you, everything about you is hard to resist. 

“Please Jay, it even looks like you.” You plead him. Showing him the little plushie while swinging it side to side. 

“I am not paying.” He rolls his eyes but with a smile on his face. 

~~~

Guess what…he still payed. Because who was he to say no to you. You were irresistible when it came to pleading someone. 

~~~

You were walking up the stairs with a big box in your hands, you swore you could lift it all the way to the apartment. You were literally arguing with Jay about it. And at the end he gave up and slowly walked behind you to make sure nothing happened. He sighed. 

You could feel your arm give up and your whole body tensing, your arms and fingers curling into the box, but before you knew it, you had dropped the box, you tried catching your breath. 

“Hey are you okay? imma take it now.” he picked up the box in his arm and walked the rest of the way while still making sure you were with him. 

~~~

The work was done, the apartment was ready and Jay wiped a hand across his forehead before wrapping his arms around your waist while putting his chin on your shoulder. Lightly kissing you. He was wet and sticky from sweat. 

“EW, get away, you are all sweaty.” You giggle trying to wiggle out of his grip. 

“You like it.” He grins against your shoulder