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mochamamii · 2 years ago

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siesta. | s. myeong-oh

▹ a/n : hello loves, long time no upload. I have missed you dearly *virtual smoochhhh* I never write for dramas but I enjoyed the glory so much I had to write something for it, you don’t really need to have watched the show to understand this. sidenote, if you already know you don’t like son myeong-oh’s character and are about to send me a rude message or comment just remember that YOU alone are responsible for the content you consume! in other words keep it pushing or you will be blocked.

▹ triggers : dubious consent, detailed smut, unprotected sex, creampie, mirror sex, overstimulation, slight size kink if you squint, myeong-oh’s character alone is a trigger tbh..

▹ pairing : son myeong-oh x fem!reader

▹ synopsis : there’s a living, breathing reason that you hate going to siesta, it’s six foot and attached to a man bun.

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You released a shaky breath as you craned your neck back to peer up at the bright neon sign that hung above the expensive department store’s grand entrance. Your feet remained bolted to the pavement beneath you, unwilling to inch forward and enter the store. Not even the unforgiving cold and heavy rain that was pouring down on you was enough to will yourself to push through the shiny glass store doors.

You grimaced as you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the glass.

You looked a right mess. It was nearing the end of your busy work day, only one final task lied ahead of you before you could go home to a hot shower and a meal. Your bangs were sticking to your forehead unflatteringly, due to a mixture of sweat and rain. Your clothes were sticking to your body in an uncomfortable manner as well. You had fallen into a daze as you grimaced at your unkempt appearance.

It was the vibration of your phone stuffed deep in your coat’s pocket that made you jump. You fished the device out of your pocket to see a new message from Yeon-Jin.

‘pick up more stockings on your way back, these are too dark.’

You had begun working for newscaster Park Yeon-Jin a few months ago. Her last assistant inexplicably quit on her, or at least that was the story you were given by Yeon-Jin’s driver your second day working for her. After a few months of working for someone like Yeon-Jin you knew there was more than likely a more sinister reason that the last girl quit. You had come to realize that Yeon-Jin was a viperous individual. It was a marvel that you had managed to last this long working for her, none of her other assistants seemed to last as long as you had.

You didn’t think that had anything to do with your resolve or patience and more to do with the fact that Park Yeon-Jin was in the middle of a very public divorce from her former husband Ha Do-yeong. Coupled with the fact that there were rumours circulating that she was a bully in high school. She was under more scrutiny than ever, everyone watching her actions closely. With that being said, Yeon-Jin was more than likely more tolerable these days than in the past. She was more dismissive of you than anything else, although you had heard the horror stories of how she treated her hired help in the past. You weren’t really in a position to complain about having to work for her anyways, the ever present threat of homelessness was enough to motivate you to keep this job. Your work consisted mainly of running errands for her. Which is the reason you were standing outside in the rain in front of this store.

Yeon-Jin’s last task for you today was to pick up her dress and bring it to her so she could be prepared for tomorrow.

A simple enough task. The only issue being the store in question.

Siesta.

You hated coming here. In your short time working for Yeon-Jin you had been called to come here numerous times for a plethora of reasons, mostly picking up her clothes or whatever else she needed. You hated this place for two reasons. The owner, Jeon Jae-Jun had immediately proven himself to be just as elitist and callous as Yeon-Jin within the first few seconds of meeting him. Your chest still tightens as you recall the first time you met him here at Siesta and he had mocked your simple ballet flats. From that day forward Yeon-Jin had required you to be wearing heels to work every day.

The second reason being Jae-Jun’s driver.

Son Myeong-Oh.

You had grown to dislike all of Yeon-Jin’s friends in time. But Son Myeong-Oh left a particularly bitter taste in your mouth. He made you uncomfortable in a way you couldn’t describe.

You especially did not like that he always seemed to be there whenever you needed to go to Siesta. Like, he was waiting around lingering for the chance that you might show up.

Feeling that you had wasted enough time loitering around outside you shuffled inside after typing a quick reply back to Yeon-Jin confirming that you were picking up her dress now.

The door dinged cheerfully as you crossed the threshold into the store. It was long past operating hours, but you knew that Myeong-Oh was without a doubt here and waiting for you. His bike had been parked out front, taunting you silently as you worked up the courage to go inside.

Your Yeon-Jin issued heels clicked satisfyingly against the marble floor as you moved through the store, stopping at the door of the dressing room.

You hadn’t even been standing there for more than a second before the door opened to reveal the man who made the hair on the back of your neck stand up at the sight of him. He had his long hair down instead of in his usual bun. He was donning a mink coat you were almost certain belonged to Jae-Jun. His usual sick smirk already plastered on his face.

“You look like shit, how long were you standing out in the rain for?” He asked, his lips curling up to reveal his pearly whites.

You scoffed, it was true, you did look awful, you had spent the day running around behind Yeon-Jin, helping her prepare for a big day in court tomorrow, you didn’t even have time for a lunch break.

“I see you’ve been playing in Jae-Jun’s closet again.” You answered flatly, your eyes falling to the expensive furs.

Myeong-Oh cut you a sharp glare to which you ignored. That was the best way to deal with Myeong-Oh. Ignore him a much as possible and engage with him for as little as possible when forced.

“I’m here for Yeon-Jin’s dress.” You announced.

And just that quickly his smile had returned, he pushed opened the door to the dressing room further allowing you a peek in.

Your eyes immediately landed on Yeon-Jin’s dress for tomorrow, carefully wrapped in plastic and draped along the couch.

Myeong-Oh leaned against the frame of the doorway, “Come on then.”

You waited a second to see if he had any intention of moving and to your dismay he did not. Cautiously, you stepped forward and slid past him. Quickly ducking your head underneath his arm to get by. You scooped the dress up in your arms, doing a quick inspection to check for anything wrong with it.

Satisfied with the state of the dress, just as quickly as you had entered the dressing room you turned on your heels to exit.

You knew it wouldn’t be that easy. Not with somebody like Myeong-Oh involved and as expected, he stopped you in your tracks before you could reach the door. His tall frame blocking the doorway like a brick wall.

“You’re always in such a rush to leave. Stay and have a drink with me at least.” He suggested, his gaze moving from your eyes down to your body.

He was always so honest with his thoughts without even trying. You hated that. He never made any effort to conceal the fact that he was undressing you with his eyes. He was completely shameless.

“Yeon-Jin is waiting for me.” You stated.

And even if she wasn’t, you could think about a million other things you’d rather be doing with your Friday night then sitting at Siesta drinking with Son Myeong-Oh of all people.

“I just talked to Jae-jun, the two of them are together now, trust me you have plenty of time.” Myeong-Oh countered with a dry chuckle.

You realized now that Yeon-Jin’s text from earlier about picking up more stockings was probably just to get you to take more time. Which you were actually grateful for. You still cringe whenever you think about the first time you’d accidentally walked in on the two lovers here at Siesta.

Before you could come up with another excuse, he was already at the makeshift bar in the corner, pulling a bottle off the shelf along with two glasses.

“Just one drink.” He said, holding the bottle of expensive brandy out for you to inspect.

You glanced down at your watch on your wrist and then to the window. It was still pouring out there and you weren’t thrilled about having to go back out there again anytime soon.

Not wanting to satisfy him with an answer you quietly shuffled over to the couch, taking a seat.

You watched closely as Myeong-Oh filled the glasses with ice before joining you on the couch. Even after deliberately isolating yourself to the far end of the long couch Myeong-Oh’s cologne invaded your senses. That was very characteristic of him even though it wasn’t purposeful.

Myeong-Oh always insisted upon being the loudest person in the room, and always the flashiest, like him adorning himself in flamboyant stolen mink coats from Jae-Jun’s closet. Even him driving a motorcycle instead of a regular car felt very on brand for him. He’s so painfully transparent and predictable.

You must’ve started zoning out again because you felt a slight pinch on the exposed meat of your arm.

“What was that for?” You questioned, looking over to meet his gaze.

“You started ignoring me. I don’t like that.” He answered frankly, he slid your glass over to you.

You watched as he cracked the bottle open, peeling it’s waxy wrapper off the neck of the bottle. He filled your glass first. The brandy was a beautiful shade of amber. You weren’t much of a drinker and even when you did it wasn’t ever anything fancy. You were a simple girl in that regard.

“Thanks.” You said as you brought the glass to your lips.

You could feel his burning gaze on you as he waited for you to take the first sip. The brandy had a surprisingly sweet, almost caramel-esque aroma but it burned the minute it hit your throat.

You forced the liquor down, unable to hold back a cough and the disgusted look that took up residence on your face.

Myeong-Oh let out a laugh, even clapping for added flair.

“It’s terrible, right?” He asked as he leaned back, sinking further into the couch cushions. He took a sip from his own glass.

“You knew what it tasted like already? Why are you still drinking it?” You asked, puzzled.

He shrugged his shoulders, “It tastes awful but it’s expensive, a single bottle of this would cost me two months of my salary.”

You hummed, “Well, it wouldn’t be worth it anyway.”

Your mouth still felt like it was on fire from the first sip but you were compelled to try it again.

The second sip went down smoother. Still just as terrible though.

You felt his lingering gaze on you once more, he was always doing that. Always staring at you for far too long, he did it so often that Yeon-Jin of all people was the first one to bring it your attention, only to laugh at your expense of being preyed upon of course, not because she was genuinely concerned or anything.

“Why do you always do that?” You questioned, turning slightly to look him in the eye.

“What?”

“The staring. Don’t you know that it’s rude?” You asked,

He laughed again, “Sure it is, but I don’t care. You have a lot worth admiring.” He answered truthfully,

He leaned in closer, “Does it make you uncomfortable?”

You weren’t quite sure how to answer that. Of course the answer was yes but making that admission felt like letting him win. You felt frozen in place under his intense gaze. You felt like he could read all of your thoughts even before you spoke them.

He took advantage of your silence and boldly placed his hand on your thigh. You suddenly felt more exposed than you truly were in your skirt that left you vulnerable to his wandering hand.

His hand was warm and big, large enough to completely encapsulate your thigh in his hand if he wanted to. Your breath hitched as he gave you a gentle squeeze on the thigh. You tore your eyes away from his to peer down at the hand that was now moving down your leg.

You gasped as he suddenly in one swift motion brought your leg to drape across his lap.

The familiar feeling of goosebumps rested across your skin, this time felt a little different. There was an unfamiliar gentleness in the way he was handling you. Perhaps it wasn’t goosebumps you were experiencing, maybe the word you were looking for was anticipation.

“You should take these off. Get comfortable.” Myeong-Oh suggested, already sliding the heels off your tired feet before you could answer.

Using your ankle he pulled you down the length of the couch until you were pressed as closely into him as you thought possible. He used his free hand to place a hand on your neck in a subtle show of dominance.

The room suddenly felt three times smaller, the air between you growing in temperature.

He leaned in further, his lips immediately finding your neck. He peppered sweet pecks along the expanse of the sensitive skin there. You had to grip your hand on his shirt to stop yourself from tilting your head further to provide him with more access.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket again, drawing you out of your enchantment, “Yeon-Jin’s probably waiting for me.” You said, sliding your leg off of his lap.

He caught your leg in his hand again before you could pull it away entirely. His grasp on you tightening as he whispered in your ear, “Let her wait.”

“I really should go, she’ll be mad if I keep her waiting-

Myeong-Oh ignored you and pulled Yeon-Jin’s dress away that you were still clutching protectively and carelessly tossed it to the floor, “She won’t melt if she’s left waiting for a little longer.” He answered.

“I know, but she’s still my boss-

He cut you off by shifting his weight to lean into you further, pushing you down onto the soft couch cushions. Myeong-Oh hovered over you, his gaze traveling down to your cleavage.

“And so what? she’s a bitch, so let her wait.” His gaze only lifting momentarily to meet yours.

You parted your lips to make a rebuttal but he silenced you by crashing his lips down onto yours. The kiss was eager and hungry, your teeth almost clashing a few times. Naturally, your hands found themselves tangled in his long locks.

He didn’t waste too much more time on your lips before his wandering hands started moving again.

“You look pretty like this, small and tiny under me.” He said as his hand slipped under your shirt.

He moved down your body, raising your shirt to plant kisses along your midriff. He leaned back slightly to shrug the mink coat off of his shoulders, exposing his bare chest and arms to you. The muscles under his skin moved as he did, the tattoos that painted his golden skin dancing with subtlety. You released your hold on his hair to drag your fingertips across the lion that resided on his chest.

He grasped your hand, pressing your hand flat against his chest. His heartbeat thumping against the palm of your trembling hand.

You took over this time, making the move to peel your still damp clothes from your body, starting with your coat. You felt powerful as he looked down at you with desire, his breathing pattern changing as you lifted your shirt over your head. You took a large inhale, reminding yourself to remain brave as your hand fumbled with the clasp of your bra.

He released a deep guttural groan at the sight of your breasts falling free from your bra. His hands raising to cup them in his hands, kneading the flesh in his strong hold. You sat up some to rest on your elbows to watch as he toyed with your chest. Between your legs heated up with arousal the moment he rolled your sensitive nipple in his thumb.

He picked up the pace again, his movements switching from sweet and gentle to feverish and greedy as his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, intentionally nipping at the skin there with his teeth. You gasped, instinctively one of your hands raised to push his mouth away from your chest.

He grabbed a hold of your wrist, never ceasing his assault on your sensitive nipples. Releasing a chuckle that vibrated against your skin. His tongue expertly flicked at your nipples, obsessed with the squeals you were making.

He pulled away from your chest, a string of saliva connecting from your breasts to his mouth.

“If you look away, I’ll stop.” He warned.

He began moving further down your body, hiking your skirt up enough to reveal your cotton panties. He leaned in, inhaling your scent before planting a kiss on your clit that was still trapped under the suffocating fabric of your panties. You whined, needing more. He didn’t give in so easily, teasing you a bit more, giving you gentle kitten licks.

You knew what he was stalling for, you didn’t want to give in either but your core ached, desperate to feel his tongue flat against your dripping folds.

“Myeong-Oh...” You moaned, peering down at him with pleading eyes.

He lifted his head, replacing his tongue with his hands. He toyed with the waistband of your panties and your eyes lit up for a moment, hopeful that he might finally rip them away from you to resume ravishing you.

“Maybe if you ask nicely, I’ll give you what you want. Can you do that?” He asked, pulling at the waistband of your panties, forcing the fabric to wedgie itself in between your folds, rubbing right against your throbbing clit. The friction felt heavenly, you tried to rotate your hips in hope of finding some relief but it still wasn’t enough.

“Please...” You whined, jutting your bottom lip out in a pitiful pout.

He tugged harder on your waistband, biting your inner thigh as he wedgied your panties further against your clit, “Please...what?”

“Please...I want you to...lick my pussy.” You breathed, your face heating up with embarrassment.

Satisfied with your answer he didn’t waste anymore time in yanking your panties to the side and diving in, his tongue instantly finding its way to your clit. You moaned, your hands finding their way to his hair again. He held your legs back with a tight grip to keep you from closing them. He had no shame in hungrily lapping at your folds, humming against your clit. Your back arched off. the couch, leaning into him. Your hips started to rock, finding a rhythm of their own as you felt your stomach tighten with anticipation for your impending orgasm.

He could sense how close you were and took the opportunity to circle his lips around your swollen clit entirely, sucking on your pearl.

Your head fell back and your grip on his hair tightened causing him to groan, the vibrations on your clit sending you over the edge. Your orgasm momentarily paralyzed you, breathing included. Your abdomen tightened to brace yourself. You could feel your thighs shaking as you rode out your orgasm. You tried to untangle yourself from him so you could fully come down from your high but his grip tightened, his tongue never stopping. He ruthlessly lapped at your clit, overstimulating you.

You whined and pushed at his shoulders trying to wriggle out of his grasp but he wouldn’t let you. Additionally, your muscles were still so relaxed from your orgasm that you couldn’t put up much of a fight. You huffed and collapsed back down flat against the couch as you resigned yourself to accepting whatever he would give you. Tears sprang from the corner of your eyes as he worked a second orgasm out of you, dipping his long fingers into your warmth to collect your stickiness.

Your mouth fell open as you watched him bring the fingers to his mouth, tasting your arousal.

He sat up, leaning back on his haunches to admire his work. Your eyes were hazy and out of focus, still reeling from the two orgasms he just gave you. He raised your legs, pushing them back as far as they would go, leaving your ankles resting at the side of your head.

His dick twitched at the sight of your creamy juices spilling out of you. He used the same two fingers to work the lost juices back into your quivering hole. He maintained a slow pace, pumping his thick fingers in and out of you.

“You opened up so nicely for me..” He praised, watching your cheeks flush a bright red.

You were embarrassed at how easily he was able to slide in and of your slick walls, fully stretching to accommodate a third finger from him.

He pulled his fingers out, suckling on them quickly before moving to undo the belt to his pants. He freed himself from his briefs, his dick bobbing freely, a bead of precum present on his tip. He manhandled you into the position he wanted before lining himself up with your entrance, he captured your lips with his, kissing you. He slid inside easily, thanking himself for taking the time to prepare you.

You welcomed him in, your walls expanding to adjust to his thick length. You moaned, feeling him stretch you out further with each thrust. They started slow, sheathing himself fully inside of you before pulling back out, his dick glistening with your arousal. He grabbed a hold of your neck again, forcing you to turn your head to the side to watch in the large mirror adjacent to the couch, his other hand held your leg back, letting him sink deeper into you.

“Look at you, look at how well you’re taking me. You’re still so tight, fuck..” He moaned in your ear, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror as he pressed his hips into yours.

It was so dirty, you were so embarrassed and wanted to tear your eyes away from the lewd sight but he refused.

“Myeong-Oh...” You moaned, your eyes getting blurry as tears filled them.

“Yes, let me hear you...I want to hear your pretty moans as I fuck you.” He said, a subtle hint of a whine at the end.

Picking up the pace, he kissed your neck, licking up the tears that were falling down your cheeks, his grip on your leg tightening. He was trying so hard to hold back, wanting to be gentle with you. But the second you reached around to claw at his back, your legs locking around his waist to push him in deeper sent him over the edge.

“Fuck..” He cursed, his jaw clenching as he snapped his hips into yours.

He was giving you long and deep strokes, the head of his dick kissing your cervix as he pounded into your swollen cunt. Your eyes started to roll back, and your breath quickened.

You were suddenly pulled from your state of bliss when you felt a smack on your outer thigh, “You should say sorry, don’t you think? For keeping this tight, wet pussy all to yourself this whole time.”

Your voice was shaky, and you struggled to make coherent sentences as he started to slam into you harder, “I-I...I’m sorry..” You answered pitifully in between moans.

He rewarded you with a kiss to the neck, rubbing the flesh where he had striked you.

“Good girl. Listen to you, listen to how wet your pussy is.” He said, angling his hips to hit deeper inside if that was even possible.

Wet squelching sounds reverberated around the spacious dressing room, coupled with both of your heavy breathing.

You rocked your hips into his, meeting his hard thrusts, your titties bouncing up and down as you did so. You didn’t think you could cum again so soon but it wasn’t long until you felt your stomach tightening again. You could tell he was close too because his thrusts were getting sloppy but quicker.

Your nails dug deep into his skin making him hiss. You needed the leverage to brace yourself for your inevitable orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come...!” You warned, still watching in the mirror as he fucked you.

He reached down to rub at your clit, the rough pads of his fingertips felt like electricity on your cute little pearl. It was enough to send you right over the edge and soon you were coming again, your thighs shaking in his hold.

He maintained the same pace, chasing after his own high. It didn’t take much longer, after a few more thrusts, he sunk all the way deep inside you before releasing, his cum filling you up nicely.

He pumped into a you a couple more times as he breathed in deeply to catch his breath. He collapsed on top of you, trapping you under his weight. The two of you lied there together catching your breaths. It was actually kind of nice, you felt safe and warm under him, you didn’t want to move.

But then your phone buzzed again and without even looking you knew it had to be Yeon-Jin.

Even now, as you lied under him naked and exposed, you still felt shy as you tapped him on the shoulder, “I’m sure that’s her...I should go now.” You sighed.

Myeong-Oh raised himself off of you, looking down at you once more, “Don’t look so sad, you’ll be seeing me again soon.” He winked, that smirk returning to his face.

You rolled your eyes and peeled yourself away from, gathering your clothes.

And just like that he’s back..

You left soon after cleaning yourself up, doing your best to make yourself look presentable. Myeong-Oh was kind enough to leave hickies and bite marks along your neck that were already on their way to turning a deep purple.

You did your best to cover with your hair and silently prayed Yeon-Jin wouldn’t notice.

#the glory #kim gun woo #son myeong oh #the glory x reader #kim gunwoo smut #the glory smut #the glory scenarios #k-drama

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findroleplay · 7 months ago

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Hi there!🐈‍⬛ 18f interested in some tv show/kdrama rps (18+)

○I do love detailed rps and them beeing long term too.I do literate to semi-lit and can go up to a pharagraph

○Looking for OC x CC as I have a fem oc

○I can do smut but you must be 18+ no minors please!

○I will write down the fandoms and who I am looking for to play against

○tv series

House of the dragon

Rhaenyra ,Alicent

Game of Thrones

Daenerys ,Sansa ,Cersei

The Conjuring

Lorraine Warren ,Lorraine x Ed x Oc

○Kdramas

Parasyte :The Grey

Jeong Su-in ,Choi Jun-kyung

Squid Game

Kang Sae-Byeok

Sweet Home

Anyone from s1 and s2

My Name

Yoon Ji-woo

The Glory

Moon Dong-Eun ,Park Yeon-jin ,Joo Yeo-jeong

Mask Girl

Kim Mo-Mi

Money Heist :Korea

Tokyo ,Rio ,Nairobi ,Berlin

Kingdom: Ashin of the North/ Kingdom

Ashin ,Lee Chang Seo-bi

○The rp can take place in dms or on Discord I have no preferance at that

○Almost all of the shows have darker themes you most be okay with all of them. I dont wanna leave anything out of them

○We can also talk about plots in dms cause I love getting to know my rp partners

○If you might be interested you can leave a like and I will come back to you!

#roleplay #rp #house of the dragon rp #game of thrones rp #the conjuring rp #Parasyte :The Grey rp #squid game rp #sweet home rp #my name rp #the glory rp #mask girl rp #money heist: korea rp #Kingdom: Ashin of the North rp

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jinxedmuse · 1 year ago

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MASTERLIST

CONTENT GUIDE

ULTS + BIASES

works for: RIIZE (라이즈)

Osaki Shotaro (大崎将太郎)

— none so far

Song Eunseok (송은석)

— none so far

Jung Sungchan (정성찬)

— none so far

Park Wonbin (박원빈)

— none so far

Hong Seunghan (홍승한)

— none so far

Lee Sohee (이소희)

— best friend: your best friend sohee offers a "no strings attached" relief from the stress of your relationship but finds himself falling in too deep. 𖤐 | ❀ | ☾ (?)

Lee Chanyoung (이찬영)

— none so far

ot7 reactions + head cannons + scenarios + mtl

works for: bangtan sonyeondan 방탄소년단

Kim Seok-Jin

— none so far

Min Yoon-Gi

— none so far

Jung Ho-Seok

— none so far

Kim Nam-Joon

— none so far

Park Ji-Min

— none so far

Kim Tae-Hyung

— none so far

Jeon Jeong-Guk

— none so far

ot7 reactions + head cannons + scenarios + mtl

works for: seventeen 세븐틴

Choi Seung Cheol

— none so far

Yoon Jeong Han

— purple rose: you find out that your cranky boss at your bartending job turns out to be quite the mischievous co-host of an exclusive bdsm club. not wanting to back down, you try to ignore this new found info when at work. but once blurred lines are already crossed, can they really be forgotten? ☾ | 𖤐 | ❀

Joshua Hong

— let it happen: reader and joshua are in a confusing relationship. a constant tug of war over who can get each other more in love, and more heart broken. (based on gracie abrams “mess it up”) ☾ | ✮ | ❀

Wen Junhui (文俊辉)

— none so far

Kwon Soon Young

— none so far

Jeon Won Woo

— none so far

Lee Ji Hoon

— none so far

Lee Seok Min

— none so far

Kim Min Gyu

— none so far

Xu Ming Hao (徐明浩)

— none so far

Boo Seung Kwan

— new romantics: the “goody-two-shoes”, university athlete boo seungkwan encounters a “rebel against-all-odds”, biker!reader and truly learns what it means to have fun while living life for himself alongside new found, and utterly careless love. part 1 | ❀ | ✮

Hansol Vernon Chwe

— just wanna ease ya mind: based on jhene aiko’s “bed peace” ft childish gambino. (in other words, high sex with bf!vernon) ❀ | 𖤐

Lee Chan

— none so far

ot13 reactions + head cannons + scenarios + mtl

— if they had a black cat personality type s/o that showed affection (not so) subtly ღ | ⟡

— secret dating idol!svt — 95z line, & if you guys would get caught ⟡ | ღ

works for: t x t 투모로우바이투게더

Choi Soo Bin

— none so far

Choi Yeon Jun

— none so far

Choi Beom Gyu

— none so far

Kang Tae Hyun

— none so far

Kai Kamal Huening 정하원 休宁凯

— none so far

ot5 reactions + head cannons + scenarios + mtl

#jinxedmuse #svt writers #riize writers

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sorry-babyxx · 3 years ago

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SEOZY FIC RECS MASTERLIST

Completed Works

Wait for Me a Little Bit More

Angst / Pining / Fluff / Smut / Seozy Endgame / Multi-Chapter

Relationships: Jung Seo-hyun (Kim Seo-hyung) x Suzy Choi (Kim Jung-hwa) , Jung Seo-hyun (Kim Seo-hyung) x Han Jin-ho (Park Hyuk-won), Suzy Choi (Kim Jung-hwa) x Callie Harper Taylor (Lena Headey) + Park Hye-jin (Lee Da-hee)

Don’t Be Scared It’s Only Love

Romantic Comedy / University AU / Angst / Drama / Fluff / Friends To Lovers / Seozy Endgame / Two-Shots

Relationships: Jung Seo-hyun (Kim Seo-hyung) x Suzy Choi (Kim Jung-hwa) + Seo Hi-soo (Lee Bo-young) friendship

Landslide

Office and Fashion AU / Seasonal Holiday (Christmas) / Angst / Fluff / Seozy Endgame / Three-Shots

Relationships: Jung Seo-hyun (Kim Seo-hyung) x Suzy Choi (Kim Jung-hwa) + Seo Hi-soo (Lee Bo-young) and Kang Ja-kyung (Ok Ja-yeon) friendship

Don’t You Wanna Stay

Childhood Friendship / Pining / Unrequited Crush / Teenage Angst / Seasonal Holiday (New Years) / Middle School to University AU / Seozy Endgame / Three-Shots

Relationships: Jung Seo-hyun (Kim Seo-hyung) x Suzy Choi (Kim Jung-hwa), Jung Seo-hyun (Kim Seo-hyung) x Seo Hi-soo (Lee Bo-young) + Kang Ja-kyung (Ok Ja-yeon) friendship

Leave Before You Love Me

Radio DJ AU / Bartender AU / Angst / Smut / Fluff / One Night Stand / Mutual Pining / Hurt & Comfort / Seozy Endgame

Relationships: Jung Seo-hyun (Kim Seo-hyung) x Suzy Choi (Kim Jung-hwa), Jung Seo-hyun (Kim Seo-hyung) x Seo Hi-soo (Lee Bo-young)

On-going Works

You Belong With Me

G!P Fic / Romantic Comedy / High School AU / Teenage Angst / Smut / Drama / Fluff / Friends To Lovers / Seozy Endgame

Relationships: Jung Seo-hyun (Kim Seo-hyung) x Suzy Choi (Kim Jung-hwa), Jung Seo-hyun (Kim Seo-hyung) x + Lee Ji-an (Song Yoon-ah), Seo Hi-soo (Lee Bo-young), Seo Jin-kyeong (Song Seon-mi), Han Jin-ho (Park Hyuk-kwon) and Kim Hana (Song Hye-kyo) friendship

Make It To Me

G!P Fic / Family / Post-divorce / Angst / Smut / Drama / Fluff / Second Chances / Seozy Endgame

Relationships: Jung Seo-hyun (Kim Seo-hyung) x Suzy Choi (Kim Jung-hwa), Suzy Choi (Kim Jung-hwa) x Lee Jia (Ha Ji-won), Jung Seo-hyun (Kim Seo-hyung) x Lee Seol-hee (Ha Ji-won)

You Send Me

G!P Fic / Romantic Comedy / Teacher-Student Relationship / High School AU / Teenage Angst / Smut / Drama / Fluff / Friends To Lovers / Seozy Endgame

Relationships: Jung Seo-hyun (Kim Seo-hyung) x Suzy Choi (Kim Jung-hwa), Jung Seo-hyun (Kim Seo-hyung) x Seo Hi-soo (Lee Bo-young)

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ao3feed-minjoon · 5 years ago

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by FullMoonKiss

Namjoon is a curator for Seoul Gallery of Modern Art, and it's his first time at an auction. The auctioneer is a rich man called Yeon Taemin, and Namjoon is there to secure a painting. But when he arrives, he lays eyes on another piece of art: Taemin's husband Jimin.

Words: 15797, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kim Namjoon | RM, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Seokjin | Jin, Original Characters, Min Yoongi | Suga

Relationships: Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin

Additional Tags: Museums, Art, I know absolutely noting about art, please don't fact check any of this, Takumura Rin is not a real artist, Violence, Organized Crime, Auction, Smut, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Thighs, really just another excuse to write smut but I got bored halfway through sorry, Strangers to Lovers, Curator!Namjoon, Rich husband!Jimin, Bottom Park Jimin (BTS), Top Kim Namjoon | RM, idk what more to write here, Guns, Not Proofread, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Park Jimin (BTS) Is a Tease, Abuse, Min Yoongi | Suga Is a Good Friend

#ao3feed #fanfic #minjoon #nammin

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infiresjimin · 6 years ago

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fatal bargain | 2

↳ pairing: min yoongi | reader | jeon jungkook

↳ genre: angst, thriller, murder, mystery, smut (later, hold on a little longer, folks) | ceo!yoongi, protector!jungkook

↳ summary: jeon jungkook was arrogant, irritate and a clever dick. but you have assigned your ass to his protection.

↳ words: 8.9k | ↳ previous

2 | Clever Dick

Sixth candidate.

Name: Jeon Jung Kook

Age: 22

Specialty: Close fights

Mr. Kang started to summarize him. “We eliminated him because we found him a bit, how do I put into words – teenager? He is too young, yet too strong, we just didn’t know about his experience level. And, we must inform you that if you want to go with him, we’re okay with that too.”

You hold his file and dropped every other one out and turned the page two. There was a photo of him, brown hair and brown eyes. A-child-like face.

“Yes,” you concluded. “Yes – I am sure. Can I meet him today?”

Mr. Kang doubted. “Can we – “

“I am sure that Mr. Jeon would feel – a great amount of enthusiasm when we call him to inform that he got the job after all.” Mr. Lee interrupted with an acted smile in the end. “Wouldn’t he, Mr. Kang?”

“Yes,” Mr. Kang praised. “I am sure that we can meet him today, Ms. Park.”

“Great then,” you comforted with a big smile on your face. “I want to read every single one of the word on his file before meeting him. So…if you’ll excuse me, gentlemen,” you got up from your seat, holding the file about a stranger who you’ll trust on your life from now on. “I’ll be in my father’s room.”

Funny how your father’s room didn’t change at all in a couple of days, but how everything about you and your life has changed since he’s gone. He didn’t know that it was his last time sitting on the brown chair when he was sitting on it, before living to go to his penthouse, anything but death on his mind that day.

An effortless tear suddenly appeared on your face, to inform you about the rest, about the future, about the bad things that are coming…

You just didn’t care at all – and started crying your heart out.

You just didn’t care at all – about all the people that can hear you from outside of the room.

You just didn’t care at all – about any of the death threats or company’s shares that everyone is talking about.

You just didn’t care at all – the Min’s or the personal guardian that Mr. Kang and Mr. Lee was talking about.

“Shit,” you winked the tears away from your face, blowing your nose. “Oh, shit,” you tried to stop the tears, a helpless crack of laugh found its way. “Father, you’d be surprised that I just resign my own life to a twenty-two-year-old-boy that is probably having family issues,” you continued crying. “Shit, I really did that.”

You looked at the file on the desk.

“Who are you Sixth Candidate? Why do I have an odd feeling about you – something I can’t quite understand myself too? Something about you that is telling me that, either this is the best decision I’ve ever made or the worst.”

– Or both, actually, but you just didn’t know that at that time at all.

Either way, the only thing you could do was to open the damn file and start reading.

Name: Jeon Jung Kook

Age: 22

Specialty: Close Fights

Birth: September 1, 1997

Virgo. He surely has a great pride to carry on his shoulders.

Height: 178cm

Not bad.

Weight: 65kg

Parents/Relatives: Parents are dead. No relative found.

That makes two of us.

Previous Job: Min Company. Personal Bodyguard of Min Yeon Ki. (2015-2016)

Oh, you must’ve been kidding me.

“Mr. Lee!”

You shouted from the other side of the corridor that is facing your father’s, now yours, office.

“Mr. Lee! Wait for a second!”

He heard you and stopped right there, immediately facing the way you’re pathetically running from.

“Why didn’t you – “

“– Why didn’t I tell you Mr. Jeon has been worked for Min’s? Is that the case, Ms. Park?”

“Yes,” you answered, a little out of breathing.

Mr. Lee smirked like he knew all the answers someone can have. “I always thought that you were clever like your father, Y/N.” He said your name again after a little wink from his left eye. “I am sure Mr. Jeon had his own reasons for quitting his job at the Min’s and doing nothing for three years until applying for to be your personal bodyguard, right?”

“The candidate that has been worked f-for the army, Baek – something,” you stopped, trying to remember the name. “I forgot his name.”

“Baek Ha Joon.”

“Baek Ha Joon – right,” you continue. “He was never your favorite one, right? It was Jungkook,” you stated with a devilish smile. “You tricked me, right? You wanted me to choose him?”

“Tricked isn’t the word I’d choose, Ms. Park,” he explained. “Let’s just say…manipulated,” he smiled for a mere second before speaking again. “And yes, Mr. Jeon was, and still, is my favorite candidate.”

“H-how?” You asked, frowningly. “How did you know that I’d go with the sixth one?”

“You think like your father, Ms. Park,” he specified. “I hear him in the words you speak, I hear him in the steps you take,” he stops for a second and closes his eyes. “And most importantly, I see him in your eyes, Ms. Park.”

“Fuck!” You laughed. “I thought I was tricking you with choosing someone off the list, Uncle Jin.”

He stops as he hears his name from you, his eyes start to full with small rains of sincerity. “Come with me now,” he says. “Come meet with him.” You smile back before he speaks again, this time with the sound of a concerned parent. “I must add something about Jeon Jung Kook, Ms. Park.”

“What is it?”

“He is –” he stops to choose the right word. “Arrogant? Irritate? Clever dick?”

You can’t help but laugh at the last one.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes,” he continues. “And I am afraid that he is insisting on the word client instead of saying you boss.”

“Client?”

“I am afraid, yes.”

“Does he know who is working for?” You nonsensically ask.

“He says he doesn’t care.”

He was arrogant, irritate and most importantly, a clever dick. Although the suit that your company was making him wear was quite good on him, showing his thighs like he is some kind of god – the right word to describe him wasn’t handsome, it was “clever dick”.

Mr. Kang was speaking as you walked inside of the meeting room. “This is Miss Park, the VIP you will be protecting, your boss.”

“My client,” he corrected, almost whispering.

You can’t help but smile his choice of word that is describing the situation. Client. It sounded…right. Almost. “Hello, Ms. Jeon,” you acted like you heard nothing. “I am Park Y/N.”

“Jeon Jungkook,” he says back. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasure is mine.”

He sure has the oceans inside of his small eyes, or mountains, considering the brown color he had. You had those feelings in every vein of your body, which has been telling you that he had, indeed, a different kind of story lies within his big yet small eyes.

It was not that you have started to grow feelings, but it was that you had a feeling about him – that you have to dig down deep to find the story about him, the story that ended up in here, in this room.

Jeon Jungkook might be your solution, and everybody could come up with that. The odd feeling you were having, however, was telling you that also you were the solution for Jeon Jungkook too. You just didn’t know his question.

“You see, Mr. Jeon –“

“– Call me Jungkook, if you’d like.” He stated.

“You see, Jungkook,” you corrected. “It says here that you have worked for Min’s, and the job you had there was to protect none other than Min Yoon Ki himself, but you quit your job and went missing, until applying to work for me.”

“Wrong,” he interrupted. “I gave you an opportunity to become my client.”

You bitterly smile. “Back to my question, if you’ll excuse,” you stopped for a second, to see if he’ll speak nonsense again before asking.

“Yeah, I’ll excuse.”

Irritated, that was how you felt.

You coughed. “Why did you quit?”

“I was bored, like the question you asked me.”

“Language, Mr. Jeon,” Mr. Kang specified. “She is your boss.”

“She is my client,” he corrected with a smirk on his face. “How many times do I have to remind you that?”

“Let him speak impolitely, Mr. Kang,” you breathed. “I don’t mind.”

“You see?” Jungkook turns to the gentlemen that have been sitting right next to you. “Princess doesn’t mind.”

“So,” you turned to your session. “You were bored and quit. And then? Why did you go missing for three years straight? Until this job?”

“I needed the money.”

“Why this job?”

“I like to save beautiful girl’s asses from danger…that is why.”

Mr. Kang coughed. “Mr. Jeon –“

“– Let him, Mr. Kang,” you babbled. “I don’t mind.”

“Yes,” he continued. “Let me, Mr. Kang.”

Arrogant.

“Do you know and accept everything that is coming with this job?”

He lifted his one eyebrow. “Like what?”

It was your time to be a clever dick.

“Like how you can’t disappear even for one second until I let your ass out?”

He laughed bitterly. “Accepted. What else? You want me to hold your hand until you fall asleep? Or –” He tilted his head before continuing. “Will we be having a panic button for you to press whenever you had a bad dream about your daddy too?”

Clever dick.

You laughed up from your sleeve, a finger massaging your forehead. “Maybe. Will you accept that too?”

“Probably. You’re not ugly, if I have to say.”

“You didn’t have to say…but, thank you, Jungkook, for your kind words.”

He laughed. “Doesn’t matter, Miss Park. Can I sign the contract now? If you don’t have any questions left for me?”

“Oh, I have tons of questions unanswered,” you said. “But I am afraid that I will have to dig deeper myself for them, Jungkook,” you explained looking right inside of his eyes. “And, you can say me Y/N.”

“I prefer,” he stops. “…Princess…if you’ll excuse me.”

“I’ll excuse you.”

“Excellent.”

Irritate, arrogant, clever dick.

Jeon Jungkook was the definition of the mystery. He had this electric that anybody can feel as soon as they are in the same room with him. You knew that Mr. Lee and Mr. Kang was feeling it too. The Min Company must’ve been felt it too when they hired him. He seemed like a good person However, he was also a hybrid of a good man and a man who’s not capable of containing himself.

He was questioning the misfortune that he is having, and thinking of the opportunities that he could’ve been having in another life. He was smart, handsome, yet he seemed like he will be hard to maintain.

But most importantly, he seemed hurt.

He seemed hurt like the way you did.

After Jungkook signed up for the job, it was clear that he had to live with you, and this was not like “we’re now living together like a couple” of course – since the home you were staying at that moment was not just consisted the two of you but some other helpers and guardians as well. What Jungkook was ought to was to stick around with you, meaning he got the closest room to yours.

However, what was making you irritate was not Jungkook’s room being so near to yours but the night guards – the men who watch the cameras in the home all night and day. The closest camera you had was outside of your room, meaning if someone is near to your door they will able to see it.

The home was a definition of a safe house, but as for your opinion, it was a living nightmare. You couldn’t even leave the room to get a cup of milk without knowing that someone is watching your footsteps, and they were. All guardians had that little ear pod inside their ears, which was helping them to communicate with each other. They have given you a one too, but it had only one channel to communicate with and that was Jungkook’s. All part of the plan, of course, but somehow, how Jungkook defined you as a client seemed right in some kind of way. It felt like he had the ropes of your life now.

A few weeks ago you liked the night walks in the outside of the house, and since the house was surrounded by a nice and green path walks, it was something you liked to do when you were not able to sleep well.

But now – the only outside you could be able to reach without someone watching was the window of your room’s. If you were about the move a foot outside of the house, a guardian would wake up Jungkook and he would be walking in the night with you – not as a company but a guardian, of course, along with a probably two to three others.

And with a mere of light, an idea popped into your mind as you were repeating the sentence for a couple of times.

“Someone is watching outside of my room,” you stopped for a second and thought about this overly. “Outside of the room, outside of the room, outside of the room…”

“…But not the inside of the room,” you turned your head to the direction of your window, and your window being just below the rooftop, you came with an idea that you could breathe somewhere in the outside without being watched. “If I can climb up to the rooftop…they would still think that I am inside of my room.”

The only thing was making you doubt that was you, never being able to do some kind of sports, and thinking of to climb somewhere higher that can actually kill you if you just slip was dangerous.

“Fuck it,” you came to a decision. Getting up from the bed, you walk as fast as you could near to the window, and get a glance outside of it.

“It looks like it’s not that hard, after all,” you say. “A few steps up and I will be able to sit on the rooftop without being watched. Yes, I can do it.”

You put your one feet on the window seat, one hand holding one side of the window and start climbing up – of course, with a loud (not that loud) “I can do it, I can do it.”

The climb was hustle-free, thanks to replacing your room the nearest to the rooftop, but only “bad” thing that happened to you during your climb was to be a loud climber since the bricks were too old and kind of – breakable.

However, it was nice again to be able to breathe.

…For five minutes, or less than that.

Until the sound of someone you were familiar with pops up from your behind, making you almost having a heart attack.

“Tomorrow is the big day, huh?”

Jungkook asks, with a playful voice of being able to find you even in the rooftop. You, however, was like a rabbit caught in the headlights. “Fuck, Jungkook,” you stuttered. “You scared me.”

You turned your head to him, and see that he is coming from the actual door that opens to the rooftop, because he didn’t have to hide from anyone like you (not that you succeeded).

He was holding a cup of coffee – two actually, one for you and one for him.

How did he know that I was here?

He passes the green cup to you. You took it, but hesitate a bit before taking a sip. “How did you know how I liked my coffee?” You asked, frowning. “Wait…how did you know that I was here? How long have you been watching me?”

“You are not the only one who has a file about someone, in particular, Ms. Park,” he admitted. “I have one about you. It says that you like your coffee this way, and you are a loud neighbor.”

He must have been heard the bricks dropping.

“Oh, is that so?” You joked. “What else does it say about me?”

“That you are not as beautiful as you are in the photos,” he laughs. “Plus, you have daddy issues, and lots of money within.”

You rolled your eyes. “So you thought that I am beautiful when you first saw a photo of me? Caught, are we, Mr. Jeon?”

“So…you accept that you’re having daddy issues, Ms. Park?”

“I also accept that I have lots of money comes with it, Jeon.”

He tilted his head. A signature of him, you thought. “Why don’t we just get along as a client and helper?”

“You identify yourself as a helper?” You laughed. “He is funny.”

“He is right there and can hear, Princess.”

You continue to laugh as you try to maintain your breathing. “You can identify yourself as you’d like, Jeon, however,” you say, and stop to take a sip from your coffee. “As for your first question, I think your humor…is kind of a mask you’re having.”

“I only like masks in bed,” he interrupted. “And only on women.”

“See? Coping mechanism,” you don’t mind the wink he gave you a few seconds ago and try to explain. “Your humor, or the lack of it, it’s how you protect yourself from me.”

“I thought I was the one who had to protect you, Princess.”

“Yes –” you continued. “And you don’t want your true self to expose while doing that, am I wrong, Jeon? You may be a protector, and may be very good at it, but still, there are things you can’t protect yourself from.”

“Like what?”

“Like the truth that I will learn about. The reason you have for yourself for taking down the Min Company,” you lifted your head. “You must have a reason to leave the Min Company three years ago. I’ve seen that you haven’t done a job like this until today.”

He raises an eyebrow. Did I catch you, Mr. Jeon?

“Do you want to take down the Min Company, Ms. Park?”

Of course, he wasn’t going to answer you. What were you to him that you thought he can talk about his personal life to you? Only his boss, and in circumstances, only his client. You stop to think about an answer, and surprisingly, you choose to be honest with him. Do I?

“I only want to punish the ones who had killed my father and brother, Jungkook.”

“Hide there, Y/N.”

“Hide there until daddy comes, okay?”

“Don’t open the door even if something really bad happens, and wait for daddy to open it, okay?”

You cry. “O-okay.”

“I love you, Y/N. Don’t forget that you once had a brother that loved you so, so much, okay?”

You just continue crying. “O-okay.”

“Good girl.”

“Brother?” Jungkook asked an eternity later.

Trying to forget the vision you had a few seconds ago, you try to maintain your agony in your voice. “Didn’t the file tell you about him?”

“I personally don’t rely on files, Ms. Park,” he sounded slightly brittle. “And I suggest you don’t rely on mine too.”

“Noted,” you bitterly cracked a small laugh. “How much do you know?”

“That you had a brother once, and he died aged ten, almost fourteen years ago. I also know that…the attackers were assigned to kill you both, but failed to do so.”

“He saved me,” you breathed in agony. “My brother…he saved me. I saw him…lying on the floor, hardly breathing when the attackers were gone but…I didn’t go to him. I didn’t help him.” You mourned, rain of tears dropping from your face to the lonely ground.

“You were seven,” you saw him biting his lip. “You just did what he told you.”

“I could’ve helped him,” you continue. “I could’ve done something, he could’ve been alive today.”

“You were seven.”

“Do you know what I did when attackers left?” You have faced him, didn’t think the tears on your face.

You have never cared about those things in the first place.

“You were seven, it doesn’t matter.”

“Do you know what I did?”

“Ms. Park –“

“– Jeon Jungkook,” you barged. “I am asking you, do you know what I did when the attackers left the home?”

He shakes his head as a no, too afraid of the weight of the words that he can say to you. You didn’t know if he was saying the truth or not, but you somehow believed that he doesn’t know anything at all, and somehow had a feeling that you have to tell him.

“I fainted.”

He doesn’t say anything back.

“I fainted in the wardrobe my brother told me to hide.”

He just freezes.

“I fainted until I opened my eyes in the hospital.”

He lifts his one hand in the air, weighing in his mind if holding you in that particular moment is the right or the wrong choice for him.

“I could’ve helped him, but I fainted.”

He chooses not to do.

He just stays still until he almost whispers the same thing.

“You were just seven.”

True. You were just seven.

…But seven didn’t change the fact that you were kind of responsible for your own brother’s death.

….Right?

“Sue me for thinking that I can spend more than five minutes outside of my room without being watched.” You changed the subject.

He pursues his lips. “Must suck.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he answers. “But think about the positive side of this situation.”

“And what is it?”

“That you’re being watched by someone as handsome as me,” he jokes, a feeling goes to your spine that he is indeed, not joking. “You could’ve been paired up with someone ugly as you, and it would be a nightmare for you to look at someone like you the whole day.”

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes. “Let me just breathe for a second, without feeling you right next to me, will you?”

“You hurt my feelings, Ms. Park,” he doesn’t care and continue. “I am a good company to have, am I not?”

“Five out of ten.”

“Really?” He frowns his eyebrow.

“Maybe six.”

“Six out of ten? Counting just the looks or plus the personality?”

“With the personality,” you lie.

He tilts his head, a smirk goes around his face. “With just the looks? Rank just the look for me.”

You stop for a second. Of course, he was ten out of ten, but being this near to his face, it might and probably would be a bad thing to admit.

“I don’t know…”

He laughs in a playful tone. “I must admit something, Ms. Park.”

“What is it?”

“We have to find someone that can replace you as a future CEO,” he pouts, his eyes locked to the gaze of the night.

“And why is that?” Yours was only on him, your brain trying to figure out how beautiful he looks like this – unbothered.

“Because you can’t lie,” Jungkook answers, taking a glance of you. “Ms. Park.”

There were two things about Jeon Jungkook that was making you angry to yourself and the life you were living.

First, he was a hot-damn bodyguard.

Two, he was right.

(And the third thing that will come up to your mind a few days later would be that he was right all the time.)

You never fully understood your father. It was the only regret you were feeling after his death. Of course you were close, but of course, he wasn’t around you all the time – but he was actually a loving father and did care about your life and your future.

The only thing left was that he was born into the oblivion and made himself a future with that, but you were born into his palace and the only thing left for you to make it bigger. You always had everything you wanted, at that time, just how you wanted them to be. And – because of that you always felt that odd glance of him when he was looking at you, listening to you even with your smallest ideas about your life and even to the biggest ones. You always felt that he didn’t approve you, and at some point, your idea about life became to get his approval.

Sadly, you couldn’t demonstrate yourself to your father before he passed away. And now you were feeling miserable, out of point, out of meaning in this short life after he’s gone. You were feeling that you don’t have anything left for you to work for, cherish for, protect for.

“Are you ready to listen to his will, Ms. Park?” Mr. Lee spoke in a concerned voice. Of course, he was concerned about you, the only family you have left for you to look after for and vice versa.

Are you?

“Depends. Physically speaking – yes, psychologically speaking, no. I think I never can be ready to hear my father’s final words,” you answered.

He smiled softly, depending on how his upper lip went up for a second. “That is…normal,” he stated. “The pain you’re feeling now is very normal, Y/N. In fact, I’d be concerned if you were hyped over this.”

“But don’t worry,” he continued. “I got you covered, remember?”

I hope so, you thought.

“Where is Jungkook, by the way?”

You haven’t seen him since your little encounter in the house yesterday. You thought that he was going to be with you all the time, and not that you needed protection (physically speaking, of course), as a matter of fact, you could use a friend (again, metaphorically speaking, because you weren’t friends yet.)

“It’s your father’s will, Ms. Park,” Mr. Lee answered. “We don’t need a bodyguard here when it’s revealed.”

“Depends.” You suddenly felt how cold the company were. Or it was just you feeling cold. “If I faint all of a sudden, who would take me to the hospital?”

“A car,” Mr. Lee smiled back as an answer. Very funny of him. “Relax, he’s just doing some paperwork for his contract.”

“Shouldn’t I should see his contract too? Speaking of the one who would be a bodyguard of?”

“No need,” Mr. Lee continued. “He’s not protecting the whole country, Y/N. The contract is always the same. No extra specifications needed. But if you want to read whatsoever, you can always ask for a copy in the information section.”

“Oh…Okay,” you sighed.

Your thoughts get cut seconds later with the presence of someone you have never seen before entering the meeting room of the company.

“Hello everybody, my name is Kim Chang Ki, and I will open and read the original will of Park Min Seok, and I am here to represent the probate court. Shall we begin?”

Oh God, it’s starting.

“Park Min Seok’s will be read in the presence of Lee Kwan Jin, the board of management of the Park Company; Kang Seok Joon, the vice chairman of the board of management, the family members of the Park family,” he stops for a second and look directly into your eyes before continuing. “As for today, the only remaining member of the Park family is Ms. Park’s daughter – and the management consultants of the company. If everyone or anyone presenting them is here, we can start.”

You couldn’t help but get a feeling that you were the one who was presenting the whole Park family. You.

“So,” he coughed softly and took a sip from the water that has been on his table before gripping to the documents he was carrying with him the whole time. He opened a document – meaning a simple, white paper fulfilled with a spot of black ink, with the particular handwriting you were familiar with. He turned the document for everyone in the room to see before starting with your father’s last words on the earth. “I, Park Min Seok, from South Korea, Seoul, Garesu-Gil, born in 1970, November 18th, declare that this is my last will and testament.”

“Everything I have left for this world is the company I gave birth into and raised as my daughter, Park Company. I have left all the shares I have to my family members, and in this case, my daughter – since it’s the only family member I have left. The resigned shares of the company I resigned to while I was alive to my two best friends Mr. Kang and Mr. Lee will continue to have their shares and as a personal wish of mine, they will continue to protect and save my daughter from all evil and bad things that may occur in her life – including shitty boyfriends.”

Oh, Father, pretending to be a serious person for five minutes was really that hard, huh?

Mr. Lee couldn’t help but laugh to that, even if it was very a silent laugh, you could hear that he was enjoying this joke.

“Everything that has my name under, such as cars, houses, properties, and things is now a property of my daughter. However, the %5 amount of my bank account will be donated to the Angel House in Goyangdong; and another %5 of the amount will be donated to the Seoul Central Children’s Home.”

The man continued to read three more orphan houses each one of them having a %3 donation, and it was kind of very odd thing for your father to do. One orphan house but five? Two of them getting a real amount of money?

This was – really another side of your father that you never saw before. You were remembering how he liked children, and how he wanted a cute little grandchild from you, but never actually lived to see that.

Maybe…he did this because of that.

But maybe…that was something else.

“That is…the end,” the man stated. “The paperwork will be done after the approval from council, there are some private letters from the deceased. I will, now, give it to its owners.”

He grabs an envelope and reaches out for you. “This is yours, Ms. Park. I am sorry for your loss. Please sign this paper that you’ve received the letter,” and he gave another paper and pen for you to sign.

That was it.

It was actually really short, like human’s lives, and meaningless – because all your father worked and lived for was resigned to other people with just a letter that left from it.

Just a sign, and everything was yours.

Just a sign, and everything was taken from you.

You couldn’t help but think about the exact moment of your father writing his will. Was he drunk a little? Did he light up the cigar he got from Mexico a few years ago? What was he thinking? Did he think how it would be better if he could say a few more names under the names of the family? Maybe your brother…or, maybe he would choose to write a meaningful paragraph for your mother, and how he loved her during their time on earth.

…Maybe they were together now. Maybe he was happy when he realized that he was dying, because he was going to the place his other half went to many years ago.

…Maybe.

…But that wasn’t a movie – and the real thing was just a click. He probably didn’t have enough time to realize that he was dying after all. He just died. Like how he signed his will. Just a click. Just a drawing of lines. Just a life.

You never opened the envelope in the company. I mean…you could, but you just choose not to open it. Not that you were waiting for a spectacular environment to read it…maybe a bottle of wine, a fireplace, or the autumn since he loved the season. You didn’t have reasons except one – you didn’t want to read it.

Why?

Because you were afraid of what it may have inside of it. Simple but effective.

Because you saw how words can change too many things such as how you became a chairwoman of the company with just a few words coming together as a sentence.

Of course, you will read it – just it was not the time.

“Hello to you too, Princess,” it was, of course, Jungkook’s voice who was making you come back to life after all. Does he know how irritated he sounds when he was using princess – or any other pet names? Probably not, and probably doesn’t care, you thought.

“Hey.”

“I’ve been calling you with your name for like…three times now. I see that you became comfortable with the pet name.”

“Princess shouldn’t be considered as a pet name, Jungkook.”

“Oh,” he tilted his head. Again. “I can think of something else. What about…baby?”

“Say that to me one time and I will consider our agreement again.”

“Giving ultimatum already?” He crinkled his nose. “That would never hurt my feelings, Princess. Like how I choose to call you and how you can’t say a thing about it.”

“Do you always treat the ones who give you money like this?”

“Depends,” he pouts and stops for a second to think. “Except for whole protecting you from god-knows-who, everyone who paid me wanted those pet names.”

“Gross,” you curled your lips. “Now I know that you had experiences, maybe several, as a prostitute, how this day could be more interested?”

“Chill,” he rolled his eyes. “You don’t understand jokes, geez.”

“Jungkook,” you called out. “Do I remind you that today I heard from my father for the last time and as for now, I am not the heir but the chairwoman of the entire company? Do I look like I need a joke?”

“Yes,” he pointed out. “You could use either an orgasm to chill or a joke. I can make them both for you if you want to but,” he stopped and probably saw how you were responding to his words. Furious. “…Don’t look at me that way, it’s scaring me.”

“Can’t we just have a decent relationship where we grate each other with full of respect and maybe even use our last names when we call out to each other, and only text when it’s our birthdays?”

“I mean…yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“But the language comes with me. Like a package. I’m a jack ass, that’s it. This is how I make this funnier than it used to have.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine. Just one agreement. This,” you pointed the two of you with your fingers. “Have to remain secret. To the third person, and whoever they are, including Mr. Kang and Mr. Lee – especially them, they must not know that we’re fighting every second like an old couple. Nor the pet names. I know that I agreed with the princess in the meeting, but I don’t think they’re thinking it was real. Please, do whatever you want, just…not in front of them.”

“Okay.”

“Okay? Really?”

“Yeah,” he shrugs off his shoulders. “Anyway, Princess, I wouldn’t call you baby in your company meetings, you’re over-dramatizing this. It was just a joke.”

“I am over-dramatizing this?”

“Yes.”

“Anyway, Ms. Park,” he called out. How he suddenly used your last name as a name make you feel different and unusual. “I just wanted to ask you how your morning went. I mean…the will and everything.”

“Nothing different. I became the chairwoman, and Mr. Lee and Mr. Kang had their shares, some orphan houses got donation…I’d say – pretty normal, actually.”

You just skipped the letter part. Not that you had to talk about those things to your bodyguard.

“Yeah? Nothing else?”

Does he know anything?

“No?”

“Okay,” he changed his voice pitch, he didn’t believe you. “Just wanted to check…out of respect, as you said before.”

“Thank you, Mr. Jeon. That is very thoughtful of you.”

“No problem,” he shrugs of his shoulders. “But what’s with the orphan houses? I heard that he donated five of them? Two of them got a very big amount?”

So…people were talking. You got a feeling that he knew about the letter.

“I don’t know…” You answered. “I mean…he liked children…that could be it. He always wanted a grandchild, but…”

“I mean, I like children too, Princess,” he tilted his head. Again. “But I don’t go out and donate %20 of my whole money…or around that.”

“Yeah…I know,” you shrugged. “I thought that was weird too, but what could be behind after this? I’m pretty sure he was just being generous.”

“Yeah…yeah, I got it.”

I mean, he knew something. He surely knew something, he just didn’t tell you about it. But…what was the thing he knew about you? Or your father?

As you two were talking in the outside of the company, what other’s called mini garden where people had their drinks and got a chance to smoke between meetings, Mr. Kang came near.

“Ms. Park, Mr. Jeon,” he grated. “I am very pleased to see you two together. I was going to check on both of you.”

“What for?” Jungkook disrespectfully said.

Mr. Kang continued, avoiding eye contact with him. No one was used to Jungkook’s language and how he acts like he owned the world, yet. “There is a dinner that’s going to be held tonight. Ms. Park has to attend it.”

“Isn’t it too soon, Mr. Kang?” You narrowed your eyes. “I mean…I just lost my father and I am the chairwoman of the company for like…one hour and a half?”

“Indeed, Ms. Park, it is the perfect opportunity for you to step up.”

“Step up to what?” Jungkook asks.

“Step up to who, would be the perfect question, Mr. Jeon,” Mr. Kang answered back. “The Min’s are arranging the dinner, they are celebrating a deal made with a very big company of the States, but the deal hasn’t made yet. It’s in two weeks.”

“You mean…they are celebrating my father’s death?”

“They are using the opportunity, it is war, Y/N. They are going to use the silence from our company and make the press and the possible agreements to turn their side.”

“But…Prin–Ms. Park,” he glances for you to see that you’re not fainting over his almost-said pet name, and the fact that – you weren’t. “Will announce that she’s attending the dinner and make them think that Park’s back in the field.”

“You’re right, even though I don’t approve your choice of words, Mr. Jeon,” Mr. Kang turned his gaze over Jungkook and continued. “And you will be attending the dinner with him.”

“Am I attending the dinner with my bodyguard? Wasn’t that will make everyone think that I am afraid of something?”

“Jeon Jungkook is your personal bodyguard, but the world doesn’t need to know that, Ms. Park.”

You waited for a second to think about it, it was still complicated and you weren’t exactly following, but it was somehow – clever. “But, Jungkook previously worked for the Min Company, he protected the Min Yoongi himself…”

“Exactly,” Mr. Kang smiles, and to be exact, the smile was sending shivers down your spine. What was that smile about? “It’s the point, Ms. Park. Min’s won’t say anything, because they think that Jungkook holds something against them.”

“Do you?”

He moves his lips into a pout and shakes his head as a no.

…A very straight-forward answer, it was.

…He was definitely holding something.

“So…they will fear about us hiring Jungkook?”

Jungkook clenched his jaw. “Again. Not exactly hired. You came to me as a client,” he stated with a fierce tone in his voice.

“Anyway,” Mr. Kang interjected into the conversation out of blue. “The dinner is tonight, you two could use some time in shopping…alone from each other, I might add.”

You definitely have lost some weight, not that you thought that you needed, or not that you cared – but the thing with you losing weight was just because of sadness. Or it has been very long since you looked yourself in the mirror with a tight dress and full makeup. But you were sure that the broken-white dress you had in your wardrobe for years now was not that good looking, or you were just growing.

Growing old.

Despite how you told everyone that you didn’t need someone who will make your hair and make-up done, they sent someone anyway, because it was a big deal and you were not supposed to be seen like you were grieving over your dad – which, was the whole situation you were having these days. Grieving over your dad. Like a normal child. Just normal didn’t work with more-powerfull-than-some-countries companies, that’s all.

And, to be exactly true, they did a great job.

You weren’t feeling beautiful for weeks now, and how you changed into someone else in just one dress and make-over was really fascinating.

And it was going to be your first appearance as a chairwoman.

Oh, how you would be grateful to have that status if it wasn’t for your father to be dead all of a sudden, probably because of murder (and that is still, a mystery, by the way). You always wanted to be the chairwoman of your father’s company, but always imagined a lovely dinner that has been holding in your family house, probably in spring, and your father giving a speech about how you were fund over his works and how you earned that place.

Of course, none of them happened.

Oh, how you didn’t earn that place…

“You look beautiful,” Jungkook whispered from the crack of your bedroom door. He pushes the door open and gets his way in. “I did knock the door for two times, by the way, you’re just out of this earth today.”

“Yeah…I am.”

“Huh?” He tilts his head. “You’re not going to fight? Say things about my language? How irritated I am?”

“No,” You stood still. “Not today. Isn’t it time? We have to leave.”

The car ride was very quick, even with the rush hour at that time. The dinner was going to be held in a hotel in the center of the city, obviously – since the Min’s liked the attention. Every spring they had their “Welcoming the Season Dinner” at their out of the city house, a farm-like palace. Every summer they had some dinners in Busan, Jeju and even in Japan. If the Company of the Min’s could be a person, she would be the attention-seeker, head of the mean-girls type of girl. That was sure.

Even the car ride was being this quick, as you were looking the man sitting right behind you in the dark evening of the city. He was leaning on to the window behind him, looking outside of the car, in his normal presence.

But for you – he looked really handsome tonight. The suit was perfectly looking good on him, the yellow light that has been coming from the street lamps were smashing on his face, the silence in the car was mixed through his breathing…

You’ve always loved the street lamps, and how they’re dancing in someone’s face while driving…today, it was their dance with Jungkook.

…And he was beautiful.

“Jungkook,” you whisper, afraid of the driver and how they could hear you.

He turns to your side, looking like a lost-bunny. “Hm?”

“You look beautiful tonight too.” You whisper again – afraid of the world hearing the conversations the two of you have. Because in fact, he is somehow a person you want to keep secret from everyone.

Not that you’re ashamed.

…But he must be protected.

He smiles as an answer.

As the two of you get in from the car, there is something you two sharing for today, different but the same feelings. You both are very anxious, you both are dick heads who won’t admit that they’re anxious, you both doing something for the first time today – it’s your first appearance as a chairwoman, and it’s his first appearance as your personal bodyguard, and it’s probably because it was his first dinner with him actually sitting in the table, not how he attend before with the Min’s.

“So, as this is my job; if you feel something is not quite normal, or if you feel like the food is different, or if someone is making you uncomfortable – tell me. Don’t hesitate. I will follow you everywhere you go, but if something happens and you lose me, I want you to press the button.” Jungkook spoke with a confident image. Professional.

“What button?”

“Oh, I forgot,” he stated. Maybe not so professional. “Wait.” He searches something in his pockets for a few seconds and grabs something, a sign for you that he found that something. He pulls out a bracelet, a very thin and elegant one.

“It looks expensive, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, and it’s…beautiful.”

“Mr. Kang helped me with this. I always used this kind of things to be sure about where my client is, but he refused to use a panic button because you were going to be photographed every time – but luckily we had this idea. It was actually my idea,” he points out the stone in the middle of the bracelet. A blue, small stone. “You can open this. The button is inside of the stone. If you press the button, I’ll hear an alarm in my ears. You can’t see but I have something in my ears, and I’ll easily track you down with my phone.”

“That is…kind of uncomfortable but somehow…brilliant.”

“Isn’t it?” He laughs.

You kept looking to the bracelet which was still, on Jungkook’s hand, and not yours.

“Can you?” You pointed out the bracelet with your eyes. “Or if you liked it too much, you can have it.”

He laughs again. “Making jokes…I am turning you into me.”

You laughed back as he holds your wrist to put the bracelet into where it belongs. With the touch of his skin to yours, you felt like maybe it wasn’t just those things you were both feeling about today – not just this dinner being the first, and how you were both anxious. It was something different. A bonding? A sincerity?

Maybe it was just you weren’t used to be surrounded with an attractive man in your life and considering how you two were spending almost every day together, it was normal that you had those little, plaguesome fireworks in your body.

Or – considering how you didn’t even any friend near to you for days to even speak about usual stuff let alone your father’s death, him being there 7/24 wouldn’t be that bad anyway, and you came to a sense that you could use a company.

“Shall we?” He called you.

You nodded as you hold his hand through the hotel’s door.

“And Y/N?” He whispered to your ear as you two stepped into the door.

“Yes?”

“I’m here. Don’t worry.”

JUNGKOOK’S POV

Seeing how anxious she was, you couldn’t help yourself and did that little thing you were, probably, shouldn’t.

“And Y/N?” You called out for her.

“Yes?”

“I’m here. Don’t worry.”

Doesn’t matter, Jungkook, you thought to yourself. Anyone could use a little thumbs-up from day to another, right? She won’t get it wrong.

She smiled as an answer. Predictable.

The dinner was somehow, okay, and quiet after the press thing. Maybe you two were really anxious as you stepped into the press section, and once it was done, the anxious part of you have vanished. Just like getting done a needle.

Even Y/N was looking – alright. At least she didn’t seem like she was about to faint any second anymore.

She was probably thinking that you were anxious about the dinner, cute – but she didn’t know the real reason behind your anxious self.

You were going to see him. After three years.

And you were going to see him again.

And – you were now ready…to step up to his face.

“Ms. Park?” You called for her as she was trying to look like she was fund over the chicken on her plate.

“Yes?” She answers from the oblivion.

“I am going to the bathroom. Will you be okay?”

She nods her head as a yes. “Yeah.”

“Perfect.” You smile.

So…where is he now? The schedule was saying that the Min’s would be having a speech after the dinner but you were sure that he was around here…speaking to people about how perfect the deals are going with his father’s company.

Where is he?

There were too many people, too many people speaking the same old stuff to other people.

The same faces, the same dresses, the same faked smiles, and the same fake conversations. The same talks about where to spend their precious summer with the whole family.

Dubai? Vietnam? Oh, so you’re going to Jeju! Money must be spent in the country, right dear? We could totally think about Jeju Island, what do you say, Husband? We can go to our beach house in Jeju for the holiday instead of going to New Zeland? Oh yeah, …we were thinking about New Zeland, interesting choice, wasn’t it?

But…where is he?

Where is he?

You turned your left as you came to another section of the hotel. It was, indeed, a very big dinner that they were holding, and you were looking for the honor of the host.

You were becoming anxious, not that you were afraid of him, but you were afraid of now being able to face him after three years. You were afraid that the Min’s won’t be coming for an hour or two, and you didn’t want to wait anymore second at all.

The minute you had an urge to go back to Ms. Park, because you thought it has been a little long and she must’ve been feeling lonely in the table – you saw a thin frame standing in front of you, his back is facing you.

He’s blonde now.

There he was.

The great Min Yoongi.

He didn’t see you back, and you wanted to take the opportunity. You quickly grabbed a glass of champagne from the table and silently stepped closer to him.

“And my father was, indeed, very fond over the agreement I have arranged in the States, but he didn’t even actually believe the other countries I have in line, you see, I am not just thinking about - ”

Now. "Oh, Minnie is here."

Min Yoongi was trying to hide his frustration of seeing a familiar face from the past. “Ah! Jungkook,” he quickly acted like you were a friend from a few years ago to make his guests go. “Sorry, everyone, I have to great my friend over there.” He smiles like the devil himself, but only you could understand the real creature he was. He grabs your shoulder to escort you somewhere quiet from all the faces and ears. “Shall we, Jungkook?” He points the outside of the hotel.

You follow him to the dark alley.

As soon as you two stepped a foot inside of the darkness, he switches a furious tone in his voice, talking while spitting anger to the ground. He’s not that happy to see you at all. "Funny thing - money. It makes you think that you can just fuck around with your boss,” Min Yoongi says after he’s sure you two are alone in the presence of dark night.

"Ex boss,” you smile. “And I prefer client."

He puts his hand in his pocket, cracking a silent laugh yet still an irritated one. "So you are now the side Park, Kookie?" Yoongi asks.

He knows that you were now a bodyguard of the Park’s.

You took a step closer to him. "I am side money, and a little bit revenge too,” you pointed out with narrowed eyes.

Min Yoongi doesn’t hesitate, nor afraid.

"Still chasing the Kim Tae Hyung's accident?"

You bared your teeth, squeezing your fist to make him afraid of you – but with hearing his voice again, from the one who killed him, was making your voice crack.

"It was not accident Minnie, and you know it,” you said back with squinted eyes.

Min Yoongi is somehow, looking more relaxed than he’s ever been – because now he holds a company in his hands, he doesn’t see you as a threat. "Stop calling me Minnie."

"Stop calling me Kookie then," Jungkook said. "It was not an accident, and I will make sure that you and your pathetic life will pay for it."

Yoongi laughs. “You?” He steps back. “You? Really? By using Park’s power? Using little Park girl as your weapon? Money? Really Jungkook?” He takes one more step from you, towards the entrance of the hotel. “I would like to see you try.”

As he vanishes from the dark to the light of the hotel’s entrance, he comes back to say one more thing.

“Taehyung died three years ago. Is it really took you to understand that he’s gone and I’m the one who is responsible for that…three years? Pathetic. I thought you’d came much sooner, Kookie.”

You swallow hard, a trace in your throat making you remember the pain you had a few years ago after he’s gone.

“Good evening Kookie, I hope you enjoy your dinner and the girl.”

| hope you enjoyed the episode! too much thing happened, i think...

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curi0us-gh0st · 1 year ago

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Hi! Hope you're doing well ☺️ I would like to request headcanons for Ha Do-yeong and Jeon Jae-jun (separately) falling in love and confessing to a female reader is Moon Dong-eun's friend who helped her in revenge? She is also a very loving mother figure to Ye-sol? And what it will be like to date them? Thank you ❤️

(Im)Perfect Relationship (Do-yeong & Jae-jun)

pairings: Ha Do-yeong x Fem!Reader, Ye-sol x Fem!Reader (Platonic), Jeon Jae-jun x Fem!Reader,

word count: ± 1k

genre: Angst, fluffy, suggestive (?)

summary:

Jeon Jae-jun, He was the almost perfect guy for all the girls, he had everything he wanted whenever he wanted, and the only thing he wanted, he couldn't have, was you.

Ha Do-yeong, With his thought of leaving Seoul with Ye-sol, trying to keep his daughter away from the evils of the metropolis, he only saw a single light to stay.

warnings: mention of Moon Dong-eun's bullying, swearing, forgiveness (?), almost an unhappy ending, Reader being doubtful of any act of Jae-jun, jealousy, age gaps, kissing, mention of Park Yeon-jin, let me know if anything slipped out.:)

a/n: aaaa, kinda sad? but, after all, deep down there are feelings :((

part 1 / part 2 (smut)

Jeon Jae-jun

★ Jae-jun the moment he met you, the first time he saw you with Moon Dong-eun on the court, he quickly felt that he could convince you (or you) with his charm, but he didn't even come close, you and Dong-eun just cutting off the chat and leaving happy that their plan had begun.

★ Jae-jun, after several times seeing you in situations involving Dong-eun and his revenge, he felt tempted to flirt with you, but unfortunately for him, he always got dumped, getting angry and determined to make you surrender to his beauty.

★ When Jae-jun realized that he wanted you more than any other woman he could have, he felt indifferent, laughing in his own face, because he had simply never felt that way with Yeon-jin, much less with Hye-jeong. So he spent long moments thinking about why he wanted to stay close and wanted to impress just you.

★ Jae-jun when he touched himself is in love with you, he cursed himself internally, cursing himself every moment he found himself thinking about you, what it would be like to wake up next to you, how your lips could be soft and sweet, how your food would be hot, etc. And he quickly shook his head furiously while you were almost finishing him off in the revenge plan, he must hate you.

★ Jae-jun thought that if he got rid of Yeon-jin, he would have a share of forgiveness and found the perfect time to confess his feelings while he almost made you guys crash into his car, what a stupid idea he thought of later. You asked Dong-eun to stay in the car, saying you would deal with him and well, it was really awkward talking.

"You're telling me you're in love with me? You're kidding, right?" You laughed in disbelief, the rain wetting your hair and clothes with how much outside it was.

"I am not kidding!" He shouted angrily, it wasn't because he was in love that he would be sweet, he was still explosive.

"No way." He scoffed. "It's impossible for someone like you to have feelings, especially you! Are you aware of what you did to Dong-eun? Do you feel guilty? Do you feel ashamed? No, right? Because you are you! Superb, just thinking about money and sex, nothing Besides, it matters.” He spat out the words. "Someone like you would never know what love, empathy, compassion, those things are. Never, do you understand?"

"Y/N, please…" Before he could say anything, Yeo-jeong appeared, asking you to leave with Dong-eun and he would sort it out, you obeyed, leaving there.

★ Jae-jun in the following days felt frustrated, hating himself for every moment of that damn conversation. You were right? Could he ever feel what love is? Did you hate him? Was he such a horrible person? And if he asked for forgiveness, would everything change? Would you like him? He was so confused, so sad, for the first time in his life, he would have to fight for something he truly cared about.

★ When Jae-jun went to visit Hye-jeong, after all those events, he felt strange and even asked Choi why he was feeling that way, of course Hye-jeong looked at him strangely, in disbelief at what she was hearing, quickly Jeon he told her to forget about it and not tell anyone, the moment he left, he came face to face with you, dressed as a nurse and with a gentle smile while talking to a patient, when your eyes met theirs he soon disappeared, moving on to another wing, but was prevented by him.

★ Jae-jun took you to the hospital terrace, where you could stay afterwards, saying he had to talk to you, you had no choice but to go.

“Y/N.” He tried to find words to say what he felt. "I know you don't believe me, and you're right, I understand that. But please… Just think about it." Jae-jun put his hands together for the first time to beg for something.

"Rethink?" You asked. "What do I have to think? You hurt my friend, you made her about, what do you want me to rethink?!"

"Oh!" He shouted impatiently. "Damn, I know what I did, but… I… Fuck!" He couldn't. "I-I like you! I want you, not just to stay and leave the next morning for the first time, I want to wake up next to someone, I want to be the reason you smile, I want to actually be good to you, I don't know why I'm feeling this, but that's what I think every time I see you! Please, please, please. Think again, if you really don't want to, I'll disappear from your life forever!" Jae-jun knelt in front.

His eyes staring deeply into yours, really trying to convey everything he felt to you, he didn't understand, but he thought it was the right thing to do. You stared at him, kneeling in front of him, your heart pounding, confused, strangely thoughtful at the confession, maybe… Just maybe, could you forgive him? Was he lying? Was he cheating on you? Was he planning something with this? Why would he go to the level of kneeling and begging? Maybe, you should at least give him the pleasure of a cup of coffee or dinner to hear what he had to say. Maybe, you should talk to Dong-eun and Yeo-jeong about this, you were so confused. You really need to think about this.

Ha Do-yeong

★ When Ha Do-yeong met you, you were Ye-sol's babysitter since Yeon-jin went back to work, you spent most of your day with the little girl. He was surprised when he saw her with Moon Dong-eun after her resignation, but logically, he didn't say anything to Yeon-jin while letting you see Ye-sol while she was gone, since the girl was attached to you.

★ When Yeon-jin tried to push you away at all costs if Ye-sol, he intervened because the woman wanted to fight in front of her daughter, he didn't let her insult you, much less let her attack you. He pushed you away and apologized to you, saying that you could see Ye-sol in peace once the divorce papers were signed, you were surprised when you heard him say that but you agreed.

★ Ha Do-yeong, after Yeon-jin was arrested, he sent you a text message, asking if you would like to leave with them and leave Seoul, you quickly denied it because of your family and that your friend needed you even That you loved Ye-sol, he couldn't leave everything and leave like that, he understood that, he thought, he spent the night thinking about it.

★ He asked you for lunch one day, you were silent until the waiter took your orders, he cleared his throat to say something to you.

"Y/N. I understand that you don't want to leave Seoul because of your family, Moon Dong-eun and other personal reasons of yours. Therefore, Ye-sol has been very attached to you since forever, I think. She doesn't stop Talking about you and your times together, I wish you could babysit her again in some way. I just… I really want you close to her, she likes you a lot like I do." He said spontaneously, of course it made perfect sense in his head, but something held you back.

"Oh-" his cheeks lit up pink, it caught her off guard at this. "I know, Mister Ha. And well, of course I can babysit Ye-sol, I love this little girl more than anything and I understand that you would do anything to see her happy." You smiled shyly and he smiled brightly.

★ When Do-yeong got home after weeks of you accepting the proposal, he felt his heart catch fire seeing you and Ye-sol preparing a cake, the kitchen full of wheat and mixtures that spilled while lively music played in the background, and Their laughter filled the place with joy. When you saw him standing there, his cheeks turned red with embarrassment while Ye-sol was more radiant than anything.

"Appa, you're here!" The little girl ran to him, despite his protest that she would dirty him. "Y/N and I are making a cake for us all to snack on." Ye-sol whispered as if it was a secret.

"A cake? It must be delicious!" He smiled approaching the dirty kitchen. "Apparently, there were some unforeseen events." He laughed at how he was doing.

"I'm sorry Mr. Ha, I promise I'll clean everything up!" You assured.

"No problem, if the cake is good, you will be forgiven!" He tickled Ye-sol who laughed loudly.

Some time after everything was tidy and clean, you were sitting on the grass in the backyard, having a picnic in the moonlight, seeing the full moon in the sky while listening to Ye-sol's stories. Suddenly, Do-yeong reached out to his face, which made it red again.

"There's still cake mix on your face." He chuckled, wiping at his chin. His gaze and hand remained for a good few minutes, you were very beautiful, how did he not notice that before?

"My God!" You almost exploded with embarrassment. "I'll have to spend long minutes in the shower to clean up all this mess." You laughed shyly as his eyes lit up, quickly taking his hand away from you.

★ After that day, he found himself feeling different about you, you seemed more beautiful and more attractive than any other woman he had ever seen, and who had flirted with him. He refused to accept his own feelings, because you were younger than him, he felt hesitant about it.

★ After much thought, he invited you to go with him and Ye-sol to the beach, you accepted thinking it was just to take care of Ye-sol during it, but certainly not. You were tempted to look at his almost defined body, the masculine features that highlighted his beauty, heavens, you were feeling completely attracted to his boss…

★ And this was even deeper when you saw a woman talking to him, feeling strange, calling Ye-sol to come with you, to call him.

"Jagiya?" "Appa!" You called them, right behind him. Making the woman look at you and as he turned around in surprise at the call.

"What?" He asked in surprise.

"Jagiya, Ye-sol wants to eat ice cream… How about you join us?" You teased, making a different tone appear on Do-yeong's cheeks. When the woman said goodbye to him, it was his victory, without saying anything, he took them to the ice cream shop.

That night, minutes after you put Ye-sol to sleep, he was on the balcony looking at the stars drinking wine he found in the hotel room.

"Jagiya. Was this all to drive away the woman I was with?" You almost spat the wine out of his mouth when Do-yeong appeared in the doorway.

"I… No…" He chuckled at her nervous state. "Were you jealous?" He asked, knowing the answer. "She was a lookalike from the company, who saw me and came to greet me, don't worry." He teased making your cheeks catch fire.

"Mister Ha…" You saw him get closer to you.

"Maybe I should show you who my heart belongs to…" He said almost in a whisper, your heart pounding against your chest, your eyes dilating, on impulse, you set the glass aside, holding onto Do-yeong's long shoulders and pulling him into a kiss, soft and sweet.

"Maybe, you already have your answer…" his eyes sparkled next to his.

That night, a new passion set fire to Do-yeong's heart, a true and pure love, without lies, without deceit, without cheating. Where even his daughter felt welcomed and loved.

#👻 gh0st headcanons !#fluffy #angst #kdrama #kdrama fic #the glory #ha doyeong x reader #ha do yeong #jeon jaejun x reader #jeon jae jun

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madwomansapologist · 1 year ago

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- park yeon-jin!

★ a private after party (nsfw, smut, cheating, rough sex).

@ madwomansapologist.tumblr.

#the glory #the glory fanfiction #the glory x reader #park yeon jin #park yeon jin x reader #park yeon-jin x reader #park yeon-jin

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bts-eros-and-edits-fangirls-blog · 6 years ago

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Stars and Stories

Reader x Namjoon

Genre: Fluff, Some Angst, Smut (in future chapters)

Fire and water don’t mix, in fact they are complete opposites. So, when you a fire witch, taking powers from the sun, meet a masked water witch, taking powers from the moon, you don’t think that you’ll get along. And you were right you both fought like, well, water and fire. But when things start getting out of hand with a mysterious force threatening to unveil the hidden world of magic, you and water boy have to work together as you’re both the coven individual leaders of your groups. Will you survive the threatening figure, your crush on a cute international student, college, work, and life in general? Or will you ultimately sink and drown, or crash and burn.

Chapter 1

The open window letting in the sun rays and the lit candles are the only light sources in the room. Looking around and making sure that everything is in its place you sit in the middle of the circle made up of red candles and pink sea salt and start the incantation.

I call upon the powers of the mighty sun.

In order for this spell to be over and done.

With this morning’s lovely light and the candles that burn bright.

This day I need to be clear and focus.

From inside my mind and all that’s bogus.

With this liquid pure and true, and the smell of morning dew.

Drink for my body’s satisfaction.

And clear my mind for its education.

This spell for my mind of ease, if it could be granted please.

Now for the bless sun that has fully raise.

I thank thee truly and always give praise.

With that said you take a sip of the purified water beside you and sit in silence -minus the traffic of cars and people on the street outside. You meditate for 10 minutes before your friend burst through the door and the wind of it blowing out all the candles ending your meditation.

“Sorry!” Kathleen says “Didn’t know you were doing a spell, but we need to leave now or risk being late.”

You sigh and clean up quickly grabbing your back pack. You honestly wouldn’t have been late since you live close by to the university plus there is always the teleportation spell. Kathleen and Victoria don’t like you using it since it’s not “safe” but you’ve been using it since childhood as your grandma liked to joke “You’re a daughter of the sun, but live like a daughter of the moon.” Basically, her saying that you’re a night owl which is true.

You walk beside Kathleen on the way to the bus stop across the street from your house. Where you get picked up and meet your friend Victoria on the bus and like always the two “random” people sitting beside her leave giving you their empty seats. Kathleen always acts out saying “Oh my gosh, can you believe that Y/N? Two empty seats beside our friend here. Ah, amazing!” You roll your eyes at those two and mind speak to them.

Y/N- We could just stand you know.

K- Yeah but it’s nice to sit beside Vicky, don’t you think so?

Y/N- You know that’s not what I mean. I just think that we should let other people have a chance at the seat.

V- Yeah…… NO! I don’t want to sit beside random people I don’t know! And how many times do we have to argue about this, because we’ve been doing this shit since high school.

You sigh out loud and the person standing in front you looks down confused at you and you avoid all eye contact. The bus arrives at the school and everyone gets off. The three of you make your way to the library where your group of friends hang out. There you meet up with Charlie, Abbi, Kris, Joy, Kim, Patrick and Matthew. These are the friends you made in high school and the first year in college. You guys talk about random stuff and what your schedules are till you, Kris, Kim and Joy have to get going as you all are second years and have class whereas the others just have orientation. You say your goodbyes and split up.

Your first class today is Linguistics. You took it in high school and first year of college because you like learning about new cultures and languages. You learned how to speak French, Korean and now Japanese. You walk in and say hi to the professor as all the linguistics and culture study teachers know you, as you are always willing to help them with any new international students. You sit at the front of the class and get set up. Each class is shorter today as it’s the first day and each class is just going over the introduction and what materials you’ll need.

The class begins and just as quickly ends, and now you’re on your way to the next class which happens to be your favourite -Culture Studies. You again go to the class and turn to say hi to the professor but they’re not there, so you go to the desks only to find that each one has a name on it. You find yours quick since it luckily is in the front row and sit down and grab out your notebook and pencil case. And wait for the teacher. Soon all the seats are filled except for the ones beside you, feeling kind of anxious you grab the name tag of the would-be person beside you and read their name. Kim Taehyung- sounds like a nice person of course you’re only saying this to reassure yourself as you don’t think you’ve ever met this person before. You put that name tag back in place and grab the name tag on the other side of you which reads Min Yoongi again you make the same assumptions and put the name tag back.

One of the great things about being a witch is the ability to mind speak, especially in school when phones aren’t always allowed. You send a signal wave out to your coven and wait till some one answers you back.

??- Hey is something wrong!?

The worry in the voice tells you it’s Joy.

Y/N- No nothing’s wrong just waiting in class for the teacher to arrive and the people beside me who are a no show.

J- I thought we were to only use the mind speak for emergencies?

Y/N- Yeah you are supposed to do that IF you aren’t a full power witch yet, but as I am the coven leader it doesn’t waste my power to send links out. Also, before you freak out since I’m the one who started the “call” it doesn’t drain who ever answers.

J- Alright then. Also, I’m the only one you can talk to now as if you checked the group chat like a NORMAL PERSON you would see that a lot of people are in classes that don’t allow phones and need focus.

Y/N- Okay so 1) YOU DON’T HAVE TO YELL. And 2) speaking of focus I used the Ease of Mind spell this morning and it really worked.

J- I highly doubt that.

Y/N- Woah is Joy giving me shade. I can’t even. Dramatic sigh.

J- Did you just say dramatic sigh I don’t unde---

Y/N- Have to go I hear the teacher coming and unlike you I’m a good student. Bye.

J- Bitch you started the convers-------

The teacher is coming closer to the class but you hear him talking to other people. The door opens and your teacher Mr. Yeon walks through with good looking guys following behind. They stand at the front of the class while Mr. Yeon tries to get the rest of the class that have started talking loudly to each other attention. Once he does he introduces the men before you as international students from Korea and as this class is mainly focusing on Korea and other Asian countries they’re your classmates. Mr. Yeon tells them to take there seats and goes into the introduction and the materials you’ll need. You listen and stare at the board intensely as you feel the guys take their seats around you and stare at you. You ignore them till the end of class when Mr. Yeon dismisses it and just as you’re about to leave the class Mr. Yeon calls you to stay after class for a while. You mentally cuss at him but comply as he is a great teacher, and wait till everyone leaves the room except for you, Mr. Yeon and the international students.

Mr. Yeon starts “Y/N these are the new international students from Korea as you heard. They all speak conversational English but only a few are completely fluent, so I would like you to be their guide as you also have some classes with them. Introduce yourselves to Y/N.”

One by one they say their names; Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, and Kim Namjoon. The one named Namjoon caught your eye as he was the tallest of them and had these eyes that sent chills down your spine. Mr. Yeon was saying something but you honestly weren’t even paying attention and just really internally freaking out. Cause sure you’ve shown 1 or 2 international students around and then the one group of 5 which you had another student help with, but SEVEN all by yourself. Shaking yourself out of your inner freak out you focus back on Mr. Yeon and the seven guys in front you. As you’re about to ask why only you Mr. Yeon says that he needs to leave for his next classes and hands you the guys timetables.

Taking the leader position as you have to do in these situations you tell the guys to sit down in a circle. “Okay, so I’m kind of bad with names so if I get it wrong don’t sue me.” You say jokingly but some of the guys look to the one you know as Namjoon and he replies in Korean reassuringly “It’s just a phrase they use here.”

Feeling embarrassed you just hand out the timetables and luckily to the right people. You grab a notebook from your bag to take notes as to which class you have with who.

Culture Studies = All Human History = Hoseok and Taehyung

Mixed Media Art = Jimin and Jungkook Business = Jin

Linguistics = Namjoon Sociology and Psychology = Yoongi and Namjoon

Now having a sense of what you’ll be looking ahead with, you feel a bit calmer also the fact that this was your last class of the day. The guys have to go to their other classes so you just give them your full name and phone number.

Thinking that you’re done with them for at least today you leave and go to your favourite coffee place on campus that you also work at and grab a coffee before going to the library to pick up some books to read also known as “reading your spell books”. You get to the library and stake your claim on a desk and begin to pull books out that will help you at the next coven meeting. You stay there for pretty long so long that your coffee cup has been emptied and refilled again so many times -thanks to your friends for visiting you with coffee before they leave- deciding that you’ve done enough today you gather the books you have finished and put them back on the shelf where they belong. Then you get all your stuff together and the books that you want to take home and go towards the librarian but before you make it to the desk someone calls your name you turn towards the person and it’s Namjoon.

He half jogs up to you and says in Korean “Hey, I didn’t know you were still here as I thought your classes finished early? But since you’re here do you think you could help me get a library card as I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask in English for a while and was actually contemplating texting you.”

You agree since you’re not in a rush and have nowhere to be truly. You get Namjoon all setup with a library card and get the books you wanted check out. You leave the library and are on the way to the bus terminal when again you hear someone calling your name. You expect this time to be Namjoon but it was actually the youngest members of the group. They come up to you and ask why you are still there, if you were leaving now, and other questions of course in Korean. You feel your phone vibrate in your sweater pocket and ignore it since you don’t want to be rude as Jimin is happily telling you about the class he went to by himself and spoke English to his classmates. Again, the phone vibrates and you contemplate whether to look at it or not but when suddenly the rest of the group is surrounding you, it takes you off guard for a second as it almost seems like they appeared out of thin air.

“Hey since we’re all together right now why don’t we go get dinner together and get to know Y/N better of course only if she wants to?” Jin says and the others quickly agree. You’re about to say yes since again nothing going on that night and free food but you get a headache and immediately know that one of your coven is trying to reach you. You pull out your phone and see the 911 messages and emergency texts. Your eyes must have widened in shock as you got a chorus of “What’s wrong?” and “Is everything okay?” Making up an excuse about your non-existent room mate in crisis you quickly leave and get on the next bus that comes.

Y/N- Okay I’m listening what’s wrong?

K- Moonbin was practicing magic and someone saw him, so Moonbin tackled the person to the ground and tied them up then called everyone because he didn’t know what to do.

Y/N- That’s okay just tell me the location and I’ll be there in a few.

You tap the stop button for the bus and get off and go to the nearest dark alley way to teleport to the location Kathleen gave you, which was an area with a lot woods. When you arrive, you see your whole coven with some of them bruised up and three people blind folded, gagged, and tied up to a tree. Gosh this is going to be a long “fun” night you think to yourself.

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