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in-san-ity · 3 years ago

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zemblanity (c.jh)

synopsis : Jongho could be compared to a black cat with the amount of bad luck he brings to your life. Ironic that he becomes your guard dog.

pairing : Choi Jongho x reader.

themes : mafia au, angst, some fluff & smut.

word count : 23.5K

author's note: the dogs have a bigger part in this than San. Idk why I put so much emphasis on them. Also this is my first work so I hope you like it!!

Going on vacation alone was the best thing that ever happened to you.

Although you could do without the pitiful glances the staff would give you whenever they realized you had rented a huge suite alone and ate every meal at a solo table. What did they know anyway? As far as you were concerned, people didn't give it enough credit

You got the bed to yourself. You could be as antisocial and distant as you wanted to. And most importantly, your agenda for each day was completely your decision. No sunbathing at the poolside for your friends that liked to wear bikinis and looked good in them. No sightseeing for those who enjoyed looking at cracked old buildings and stupid nature.

No, for you it was each night at the club, dancing your heart out and drinking your body weight. Then getting some greasy pizza and falling asleep in your hotel room before waking up the next day and repeating it.

You didn’t know how many times the hotel staff had to escort you to your room because you fell asleep in the lobby. Although you could hardly consider that your problem, though you were grateful to them for helping you and made it apparent through your tips.

Such was the case as tonight. You were dancing, raising the drink in your hand to the air while cheering as did the other club-goers. Drinks sloshed together and dripped out the sides of the glass and even on your head as you drunkenly swivelled your way around the club and closer to the bar.

You had been dancing for the better part of the night, which was all night, and your aching feet needed a rest.

“French fries and a Blinker please.” You said and grabbed a bar stool. In your haze, you didn’t quite realize that you had grabbed the stool just as someone was about to sit down and the next thing you heard was someone falling to the floor.

Your eyes widened, scrambling towards the woman, who by the looks of it was just as drunk as you were before grabbing her arm and pulling her to her feet, “I am so sorry, I didn’t see you.”

You were hoping she wasn’t one of those drunks that let her inner Karen out. Or worse, she was a Karen who just got even more Karen-er when intoxicated. The last thing you needed was a lawsuit for something as harmless as a bruised ass. If she were any fun, she would consider a bruised ass as a sign of a good night.

So, you were quite relieved when she laughed it off, waving her hands like she was shooing the problem out of the air. She grabbed another stool and sat beside you, waving down the bartender.

“Chicken tenders and two beers for me and my friend here.”

You raised a brow, chuckling, “Friend? We just met and I knocked you on your ass.”

“More like swept me off my feet! Besides, I’m trying to rack up the bill to piss off my husband.”

“Oh, I hear that, sister.” You muttered, stuffing a few fries in your mind unceremoniously. She grabbed a couple out of your plate and did the same, but you didn’t mind. It didn’t take long for the both of you to become best friends; in a half hour, you were doing love-shots of tequila and feeding each other jalapeno poppers.

That was the best thing about being drunk anyway; the one-night stands that applied to friendship just as much as it did sex. You’d remember her as a girl who you’d kill for in that slim window of time and then never thought of again.

Bongsoon, who had to introduce herself thrice since the first two times you pretended you heard her when you didn’t, was obviously rich and you could tell from her expensive handbag which matched her designer shoes. As if that wasn’t the image of wealth, she also had a bodyguard that lingered by her side. At first, you thought he was a creepy stalker, but she quickly waved your worries away, saying that he was a man who worked for her husband.

She was new to clubbing, you could tell from the way she refused to come and join you on the dance floor even though she was swaying and singing the song underneath her breath. You doubted that she would’ve come here had she not wanted to get back at her husband who apparently brought work on their vacation.

You didn’t blame her; you would've done the same thing.

Ever since you hit the legal age to drink (which was only a couple of months ago), you could be found in one of two places after dark. You visited clubs so often they became a second home to you, second only to your actual home where you would be hidden underneath a pile of your three dogs.

Even though your new friend was much older, you were hardly surprised when she told you it was her first time in a club, usually headed for the classier bars where she could wear heels and an elegant dress without worrying about it. You could only hope you’d have enough money to go to high-end places like her when you were older.

Halfway through, Bongsoon left to go to the washroom, and you chuckled at the way she left her drink in the open, making a mental note to tell her not to do that anymore if she planned on continuing to go clubbing. Or living.

So, you just took her drink and placed it next to yours for safety and waited until she came back.

“Hey, you shouldn’t leave your drink out in the open like that. Don’t know what creep might try and drug you.” You said, pointing at her pint of beer that was right beside yours and waiting for her to innocently nod like she had been doing the entire night. The way her face fell as though you had just betrayed her by protecting her drink caught you off guard.

She reached out to grab the glass and hesitantly raised it to her lips, sparing you a glance and if it was possible, her face scrunched up more painfully when she realized you were staring intently. In your head, you were just trying to figure out what had caused the sudden change in mood but to her, it felt like you were waiting for something. She had seen that look all too well.

Suddenly, something froze over in her eyes, and she slammed the glass back on the counter, glaring harshly at you.

“Drink it.”

“What?” You blurted, confused.

“Drink it.” She repeated, just as coldly as she had done before, and your eyes went wide finally understanding what she was trying to imply here.

“You don’t think I put something in your drink, do you?” You sputtered, put on the spot by the way she was glaring at you, a stark difference from what she had been for the majority of the night.

“If you’re so confident then why don’t you take a sip.” Her personality had taken a whole 180-degree turn and you could only wonder what had suddenly brought the distrust. You hadn’t even done anything to her aside from keeping her great company.

Glaring back, you stood to your feet, grabbing the pint by the handle and chugging the beer. As the level of the beer decreased in the glass, you could see the expression on her face melt from one of confidence to uncertainty as she watched you gulp down all of it before wiping the foam away from your mouth.

Usually, you wouldn’t have been able to drink that much without taking a break, but you guessed the anger at her accusations fuelled you long enough to finish the drink before telling the bartender to charge it to your room and turning on your heel.

The dizziness from drinking all that alcohol hit you just as you entered the lobby and you stumbled to one of the sofas, almost immediately collapsing into the soft velvet of the cushions and passing out.

The hotel staffed sighed before playing their nightly game of rock paper scissors to see who had to carry you up to your room.

***

Luckily, you hadn’t been stupid enough to drink on an empty stomach and due to the time difference, you ended up waking up in the middle of the night. Your incredibly hung-over self at least had the decency and respect for her body to drink a bottle of water and take some aspirin before promptly falling back asleep.

When you woke up the next day, you felt better than expected since you had drunk until you quite literally blacked out. It was only a two more days before you had to leave and you decided to actually leave the hotel room this time to get some food, so you could at least have some memory of this vacation.

The sun was bright and warm against your skin and the breeze by the pool was so inviting that you almost wanted to skip lunch and curl up in one of the lounge chairs. If you were disciplined in any way, you would’ve resisted the temptation by not walking by the pool. But it was your vacation, and you frankly didn’t care about food that much.

Besides, there was always pool side service.

Considering the pool was usually packed with so many people that it looked more like a public bath, a bell should’ve rung in your head when you found it nearly empty. Only a few people were by the pool, but you didn’t pay them any attention, barely glancing at them through the sunglasses and laying down on one of the beach chairs.

It was kind of ridiculous that you were already groggy and tired when all you had done today was get out of bed and take a shower, but it was vacation, you were catching up on the hours that you missed due to your demanding university.

“The pool is closed. Get out.” Came a gruff voice and you lifted your sunglasses to find legs by your chair. You looked up to see a man with red hair glaring down at you with the anger of a demon.

You wondered how you missed the reservation sign on the gate but nevertheless muttered a half-assed apology and got out of the chair. Now that you knew just how inviting the pool was, you made a note to come here a little later.

“(Y/N)?”

Surprised once again, you glanced at the pool side to find Bongsoon laying there in a pretty swimsuit with a book in her hand.

“Hi.”

“Hi!” She scrambled out of the chair, pulling on a cover up and making her way over to you before grabbing both your hands eagerly, “I’m so sorry about last night. It happens to me more often than you’d realize. I was just being cautious, but you were just doing a nice thing for me, I’m sorry I accused you of something like that.”

Her gaze was so earnest, it was kind of uncomfortable and you spared a glance at the man standing beside you. He had a mean look on his face and you were turned off to say the least, what on earth had you done wrong?

Gently pulling her hands out of her grip, you smiled politely, “No hard feelings.”

Of course, that wasn’t true, but you wouldn’t see each other again anyway so what was the harm in lying so you could leave sooner. Just as you wrenched your hands out of her perfectly manicured grip, she grabbed them again, “Let me make it up to you; let me buy you some lunch.”

Her gaze was even more pleading and the man beside you was burning holes against the side of your head. Your eyes were darting around trying to find the quickest way out of here possible and your palms began sweating before you realized. So much for a relaxing morning.

“I already ate.” That was a blatant faced lie and had the sound of the water been any quieter she probably would’ve heard your stomach rumbling.

“Dinner then, please?” This lady clearly didn’t understand when she was being kindly rejected. Or she did realize it and very pointedly decided to ignore it.

“I thought you wanted to spend time with your husband?”

“Oh, he can wait one night. Come on, please?”

You sighed, finally meeting her eyes, “Alright.”

***

Dinner was actually more enjoyable than you realized it would be. Totally wasn’t worth the amount of dread you felt as you walked to the restaurant. After your first drink, everything was forgotten as you and Bongsoon fell into your previous groove, laughing like old friends.

Unlike last time, her bodyguard was nowhere in sight, and she was a little more comfortable with you, sharing things about her life instead of screaming things over the loud music like you had when you first met her.

Bongsoon had good taste in food and wine, it was one of the most satisfying meals you had ever had in your entire life. So much for quantity over quality, she might just convince you that the tiny steak you had was better than a bucketful of chicken.

“What about your parents, (Y/N)?” She asked after telling you that she was something of a chaebol, grabbing the glass of wine and bringing it to her lips.

“They live abroad, I moved out when college started. We don’t really talk much.”

The dinner was going better than expected, you almost considered giving her your phone number so you could stay in contact.

Although you’d soon take back that thought.

Just as you left the place and were walking back to the parking lot, you thought you heard the cock of a gun and the next thing you knew, Bongsoon was tackling you to the ground after yelling “Get down!”

A shower of bullets followed it, hitting the car you both had ducked behind.

“W-What’s going on?! Are they shooting at us?!” You screamed, blanching as she pulled a glock out of her purse like she had been expecting this to happen. Her hands were shaking though, as she peeked out from behind the car and fired timid shots, each missing.

“Why are they shooting at us?! What the hell is going on?!” You shouted, grabbing her shoulder but she shrugged your grip off, shooting again and you just knew that she missed from the way her hand moved due to the recoil.

“Give me that!” You snarled, snatching the gun from her hands and peered over your cover before shooting at one of the armed men. He fell to the ground and your confidence went up, firing two more shots before the gun ran out and you went back to cowering beside her.

“What now?” You asked, voice small and she stayed silent for a moment until the sound of an engine sounded off and she sighed in relief.

A large car suddenly stopped in front of you, shielding the two of you from your attackers as more men clamoured out of the car and began shooting at them. Bongsoon quickly jumped into the car and left the door open, beckoning you to get in with her.

“Oh no, you must have lost your mind if you think I’m going anywhere with you!” You said, taking a step back and ended up colliding with something that grabbed your arms tightly before pressing a cloth to your face.

“Actually, we’ll be taking you.”

***

Being drugged was no picnic.

When you woke up, you were immediately in alarm, vaguely remembering what had happened and realizing that you were tied up to a chair in a dingy looking room, with a flickering light. It looked like a scene straight out of a horror movie.

But whatever they had drugged you with was strong, and you not having anything put in your body other than local aesthesia and maybe the occasional painkiller, it felt like you had been hit by a truck. You could barely even register the feeling of the ropes burning your skin.

The door opened and in came Bongsoon with 7 other men that glared at you as if you were scum.

You said something but all that came out of you was a groggy groan and one of them chuckled, “This can’t be the first time you’ve gotten special treatment like this. Snap out of it!”

And then came the blow across your face that had your nose bleeding and tears skating across your face.

“What happened?” Came your response when the spots in your vision cleared and you were fighting unconsciousness due to the drug in your system.

“We’ll ask the questions; who sent you?” Your nose was bleeding heavily, and you could taste the blood in the back of your throat. Now the tears falling on your cheeks were more because you were scared and not because your nose hurt.

“What?”

“Was it Stray Kids?”

“Who?”

“Going to play dumb, huh? Well, we’ll have you singing like a canary, or I’ll cut your throat out.” He said, brandishing a knife and your eyes went wide. You summoned whatever strength was in your body to try and wiggle away from him which was in vain.

“Oh, my goodness, oh my god! Look, I think there’s been a mistake, I’m not some agent or something! I wasn’t sent by anyone! I’m just a university student!” You screamed, still trying to use your strength to get away from the blonde stalking towards you. Which when you think about it, was kind of stupid considering you wouldn’t get far even if you managed to free yourself.

“And we’re supposed to believe that just a university student can shoot a gun like that.” Came a remark from a man with orange hair that stood next to Bongsoon. Soft sobs were already making their way out of your mouth but when you tried to take a breath to regain your senses, the man came closer, making you panic.

“My mother! And my father! They’re Olympic shooters! I learnt from them! Please don’t cut my fingers off!”

“If your parents are athletes then your name should have come up on the search.” Bongsoon’s cold voice cut through the air and when you looked at her, you were astonished to see how steely she looked at you. Why was she mad at you when all you had done was protect her?

“My last name isn’t the same as theirs, I have my mother’s maiden name. Please don’t cut my fingers off.”

“And how does a college student with no job pay for a vacation like that?”

“My parents send me a lot of money. The apartment I live in is theirs, they send me money for groceries and bills and things like that. I saved up whatever was left at the month end to pay for the vacation.” You rambled.

You knew that your story was far from convincing, but you really didn’t have the coherency to make them understand at the moment. Blood was dripping onto your pants and your head was spinning. You shook your head with the last amount of strength you had, crying quietly as your head began lulling, your neck unable to support its weight.

They didn’t look convinced, “Any proof?”

You tried to rack your brain for something, anything. The original papers for the house were still with your parents, your house lacked anything related to the both of them.

“My phone.” You groaned out and to no one’s surprise, one of them pulled it out of their pockets, unlocking it even though you were sure it had a password on it.

“My parents send money to my account monthly. I have pictures with them too, you can compare with images from the internet.”

It was true; they noticed messages from the bank saying that money had been deposited into your account. It half proved who you were, and they would have to do some digging but they’d be able to prove the other half of your story without a shadow of a doubt.

“So, you really didn’t lie?”

You shook your head groggily, not sure how long you’d keep consciousness anymore.

“Yeosang, untie her.” You whimpered when the man who was threatening you gently snipped away the ropes confining your skin and pulled you to your feet.

The rest of the men filed into the room, the one with red hair grabbing your other arm just as you took a step. Your leg buckled and you fell into him just as your eyes shut and everything faded to black.

***

You weren’t sure what to do.

As soon as you woke up, you were slightly relieved to find that you were in a comfy bed rather than the chair you had woken up in the first time. The drug had completely made its way out of your system this time.

The rope burns on your wrists, the bleeding nose and bruise on your face had all been treated and you would’ve thought it was all a dream had they not left behind their nasty marks.

Bongsoon had come up to the room not too long after you had woken up with a plate of food. Once again, she apologised for doubting you again and putting you in this situation.

Even though you probably shouldn’t have; you lost your temper and completely blew up on her, telling her to get out and never show her face to you again. As soon as she left the room you began feeling regret; she could have you killed for just showing her the whites of your eyes. But you were still angry.

Since you met her, you had been accused of trying to drug her drink, been shot at, drugged, kidnapped and even beaten. She shouldn’t have expected that a plate of food would have been able to make up for it.

Though losing your temper with the one person who had your life in their hands was reckless.

When she returned with the men you had seen through hazy eyes before, you squeaked and pulled the covers high to protect yourself.

“The blanket is hardly going to be effective. If anything, it might hinder you in your escape.” Said the tallest one and you threw the duvet off you immediately, shivering at the cold air against your will. He chuckled at you, and maybe it was meant to be reassuring but you felt your skin crawl at the sound. It was like he was mocking you.

“First of all,” Said the man with orange hair who you came to find was Bongsoon’s husband, “I wanted to thank you for saving my wife and looking out for her. And I want to apologize for this mess. Even though we have our reasons, I’m sure it must be scary to a civilian like yourself.”

That didn’t sound too bad, at least they knew that that they had done something wrong and they did owe something to you. These men showed you their gratitude by bowing their heads and it gave you some glimmer of hope that maybe you’d be able to get out of this whole thing alive and be able to put this behind you.

And then came the bad news.

Apparently, mafia gangs such as themselves had rules. What honour could exist amongst people that broke the law? You didn’t know but you had broken one of them. The shots you had fired that night to protect yourself and Bongsoon had killed one of the opposing gang’s higher ups. Since you weren’t an official member of their mafia, it meant that a civilian interfered in mafia business. Which Hongjoong, who was Bongsoon’s husband, informed you was bad news.

Interference meant that the other gang would probably be trying to kill you to get even. And Ateez wouldn’t be able to negotiate for your life without breaking rules themselves. Because this meant they were vouching for someone outside their mafia, which implied that they were the ones who hired you.

It was a lot of information to receive, and you quite frankly were floundering at the fact that everything seemed so official.

Since when was the mafia so by the book?

“So, what your saying is because I saved your life, I’m going to be killed?” Bongsoon hid slightly behind her husband to escape your stare. You weren’t stupid enough to glare at her in front of men who carried guns in their pockets like gum but that didn’t stop you from feeling annoyed at her.

“Since we’re now indebted to you, we’ll do whatever possible to keep that from happening. You’ll stay here for the time being.”

“What about my things?”

“They’ll be brought over here.”

“What about my dogs?”

“Dogs? Plural?” You ignored how pleased most of them seemed at the sound of that. For a split second they looked like children on Christmas morning. It was like when someone said baby and immediately people coo even though it’s completely unrelated.

“Three Dobermans.”

“Are you sure you’re not from the mafia?”

The joke was unappreciated.

“And university?”

“We’ll take you back and forth. This is Jongho, he’ll oversee you, ask him if you need anything.”

Jongho was clearly not informed about this prior, considering the cold look on his face was replaced with one that compared to a confused puppy as he watched the others quickly shuffle out of your room after patting his back.

Once his gaze was on you however it steeled once again, and you were left wondering why you were on the receiving end of his anger. What did you other than exist?

“Could you move a little, you’re stepping on the duvet.”

***

Jongho was scary to say the least. If you had to compare him to something, you’d choose a scary guard dog personified by a thousand. Sure, your dogs were trained to guard you and looked like they’d rip the liver out of someone without a second thought, but they still rolled over for you to scratch their bellies.

Jongho, with his red hair and dark clothes and muscles that looked like he could rip your head off like he was cracking open a pistachio, on the other hand looked like the hellhound from the underworld.

Which is why you were currently trailing behind him like a lonely puppy.

He was currently walking around the house, just getting irrelevant things done like his laundry and stuff. You had learnt that where you were temporarily staying was the group quarters, which was in the same estate as the home of Hongjoong and Bongsoon.

Some of the members opted to live in their own apartments outside but Jongho believed there was safety in numbers and thus stayed here with the couple since their wedding. Talk about a cockblocker but with an estate as big as this, you assumed they hardly ran into each other.

As long as certain people didn’t overstep their bounds, everything would be fine.

You weren’t exactly sure what his bounds were and frankly you were too scared to ask, instead keeping your mouth shut.

Shuffling quietly behind him, you held your phone with both hands, keeping your eyes on the floor as he moved from the laundry room to the training hall when he suddenly paused. You stopped immediately after, waiting patiently until he started walking again. But he didn’t.

Instead, he turned around to meet your gaze with a harsh glare and you visibly shrunk.

“Why do you keep following me?”

You held your phone out to him, trying to widen your eyes innocently, he already looked angry and the last thing you wanted to do was replace his punching bag today, “Could you please tell me the Wi-Fi password?”

***

You had gotten used to a routine in the past week. You knew when Jongho left the house and around what time he would return. You didn’t interact with anyone yet, aside from Bongsoon who had leant you some clothes and bought you a pair of underpants. You had been meaning to urge Jongho to go and get your clothes but didn’t want to piss him off, so you kept quiet.

Your days were usually spent crouching beside your bed since you couldn’t stretch the phone charger all the way to the bed, and it was too heavy for you to move yourself.

You were doing the same thing today, binging a new drama on your phone since you didn’t have anything better to do. If you were allowed to talk about it, you would’ve called your best friend but so far you had been holding it together quite well and if you heard your best friend’s voice, no doubt you would end up sobbing over the phone.

You took your time in solitude today in your advantage and took the time to finish washing your clothes so you could have fresh ones before taking a long bath. If there was one thing about this situation you liked, it would be the giant bathroom with marble floors and a bathtub in the centre.

It was a miracle that you hadn’t dropped your phone in the tub with the amount of time you spent soaking.

When you heard the door click open, your stomach twisted into a tight knot and your eyes darted to the clock. It was way too early, Jongho wasn’t going to return for a couple hours, and your phone was in the bedroom.

Your best option was to hide.

Just as you crouched and hid in the pantry, the door swung behind you and slammed shut. You cringed and your heart stopped in your chest. If the intruder didn’t know where to find you, they certainly did now.

So, you cowered behind the sac of rice and covered your head with a bag of flour, clamping your hands over your mouth to prevent any noises from coming out.

Footsteps came closer and your flinched, hiding into yourself, hoping the sac of rice was enough to keep you hidden.

The door clicked open, and you were suddenly concerned that they’d be able to see the bag of flour move with each breath you took and even though you immediately tried to hold your breath, your anxious heart wouldn’t let you.

“What are you doing?”

All the tension in your body fizzled out and you peeked over the jute bag to find Jongho staring at you with a mildly confused expression. For the first time since coming here, the sight of someone from Ateez actually relieved you. The knots in your stomach condensed and you felt tears brim from being so overwhelmed all at once.

“You scared me! I thought you were a murderer!” You exclaimed, hiding your face in between your knees and taking deep breaths.

“So, you made a big fuss of sneaking into the pantry and hiding behind groceries?”

“I panicked! You could have at least said something when you came in!” You countered and he raised his brows.

“Like what?”

“People usually say something like ‘I’m home’.” You said, standing up and brushing the flour off your hair and clothes, pushing past him and into the kitchen. Did air always feel this fresh? Or was it just because you felt like you were going to die just this second?

He scoffed at that, “We’re not playing house here, (Y/N). Why should I act like your damn husband?”

“So that I don’t die of a heart attack.” You replied just as haughtily and he rolled his eyes, moving past you from the kitchen and toward the living room. You didn’t bother until something occurred to you and you jumped, racing to catch up before blocking the entrance to the living room.

He seemed slightly startled at you and the way you were holding your arms up to barricade the entrance. It was useless, you both knew, if he really wanted to get in there, he could.

“You can’t go in there.”

It seemed that for a second, you completely forgot that you had just gotten them to stop suspecting you of being an agent from a rival gang. Sometimes you were a fucking idiot.

“And why not? What the hell are you hiding in there?” And scary Jongho was back.

And then you realized how the situation looked, like you were trying to stop him from seeing something incriminating. Which technically, you were, but this was a different category of incriminating.

“Nothing! Certainly not anything suspicious! But you can’t go in there, I put something private there.” You explained and nearly facepalmed, you were so bad at explaining yourself. But how else were you supposed to get him to leave the place alone without actually telling him what you had left there.

It didn’t even take both hands to get you to move, he just had to yank you hard enough and pushed you out of his way to stride into the living room and it was at that moment, you wanted to combust into a pile of embarrassment.

Because right at the entrance on the heater, you had left your underwear after washing it so it would dry faster before your shower. And it was practically flagging down his attention because of the contrasting colour.

“I needed to wash it, but it didn’t dry fast enough, and I don’t have any other pairs since I don’t have my clothes yet and I had to take a shower.” You explained quickly, wishing the earth would just swallow you up at that moment. Judging by the about of heat radiating from your face, it might have been enough to set your underwear on fire, let alone dry it.

Jongho turned back to face you, ears red and unable to look you in the eye before clearing his throat, “I’ll go to your apartment today and get your clothes and things. I’m sorry, I didn’t think to bring your…. essentials sooner.”

You nodded, staring at your feet, “Okay.”

***

“Are you headed over to my apartment?”

Jongho, you learnt, was a man of very few words. Unlike his friends Wooyoung and Yunho who could take from dawn to dusk, he usually didn’t say much unless prompted, usually giving you answers by shaking his head yes or no.

This time he did the former and you suddenly felt extremely sweaty when you saw him stuff his gun into the back of his jeans.

“Please don’t kill my dogs.”

He rolled his eyes at this; you had been skating across eggshells ever since moving in. Every time he even moved you would flinch and curl into yourself. It was getting annoying for him, but you could hardly care when he looked like a character from your nightmares.

“I’m the mafia (we do it like the mafia lmao) not a butcher. We don’t just kill for no reason.”

“What classifies as a reason to you? Because for us regular people, it’s usually we don’t kill period. And for the record, butchers have more reason to kill than mafia.” You replied and your heart shot to your throat when something not short from a smirk appeared on his face. Thank goodness, he wasn’t one of those emotionless psychopaths, he found you funny, it’s okay.

“Anything in particular you need?”

“Uh, if you could please be a little gentle with my laptop? All my notes and work are saved there, and I haven’t backed that shit up.” You pleaded, making a praying gesture and he nodded, grabbing his jacket before leaving the house.

Ever since the incident where you thought an intruder broke into the house, you had been waiting eagerly for Jongho to get your dogs. So far you had been relying on your friends to stop by and feed them.

You wouldn’t be lying if you said you felt lonely and maybe even a little unsafe in the house when Jongho wasn’t there. Even though he assured you that no one would be stupid enough to come to Ateez’s home base to attack you, it still had goosebumps crawling across your skin whenever you heard a sound.

So, you figured having your dogs at home would reassure you a little and you would be lying if you said you weren’t excited to be reunited with them. In fact, you were so ecstatic, Jongho thought you quite resembled a chihuahua yourself, with its tail wagging happily behind it.

The reunion was, to put it in one word, dramatic. The dogs (named Geon, Killeo and Skai) not having been separated from you for so long bounded across the hall as soon as they saw you and practically tackled you in your spot. It was truly a sight to see; three giant dogs that could easily match your height when on their hind legs, doggy piling you and smothering you with licks and kisses.

Although with the amount of crying you were doing, it was hard to tell who missed who more.

***

“Here.” Jongho said, holding out something to you and you noticed something dangling from this hand. A pretty pendant with a silver chain was in his hands and he was holding it out for you.

You let him drop it into your hands before examining it yourself. The pendant was a stained resin in the shape of a turtle with a tiny gem stuck to it that was meant to imitate its shell. It was adorable, to say the least, the turtle was about the size of a fingernail and reminded you of a plushie you had on your bed.

“What is it?”

“Well, after the whole pantry incident, I figured that you’re next to useless if ever caught off guard.” You huffed at this, but he didn’t even bat an eye, “The turtle has a tracker inside it and the shell is a panic button. If you’re ever hiding in the pantry again, press the button and someone from Ateez will be alerted to your location.”

“And you’d actually come and get me?” You asked and he didn’t seem to pick up your tone, turning back towards the television. You stared at the side of his face, and he seemed so uninterested, like this was second nature to him, like he had completely accepted your presence.

“Maybe not me, I said the closest member. If you’re ever in public then go to a crowded place. Don’t get into any vehicles unless you see one of us and try to blend in.”

He sounded like he actually wanted you to survive. It was one thing you couldn’t understand and had been on your mind ever since he found your cowering form in the pantry. Why were these people trying to keep you alive?

Sure, you had saved Bongsoon, who was the wife of the leader and they owed you that much. But so far, you couldn’t see any advantages to them. In fact, you were a huge liability and hindrance. So, why hadn’t they killed you the first chance they got? And why did they continue to keep you safe even though it was a disadvantage to them?

Was there something you didn’t know about? Or were they just waiting for the perfect moment to abandon you?

Your theory made sense. So far, Ateez had no way to prove to the rival gang that you weren’t a hitman that was hired to kill one of their higher ups so maybe they would wait until your life was in danger and show them that you had no relations to Ateez by letting their rivals kill you even when they could’ve saved your life.

The thought had bile crawling up your throat, it made perfect sense. These were mafia people, they killed in cold blood, and you shouldn’t expect them to show you any mercy just because you had done them a favour.

It was people like this who didn’t blink twice when turning on people they thought were friends. You were coldly reminded of the night you had met Bongsoon and how quickly her personality had changed.

What they showed you was not what you got. You needed to keep reminding yourself of that.

***

Your first day back at university made you feel nervous. You were scared to leave the house for the first time and must go to your classes without Jongho. Thankfully, you were in the middle of the year, so you knew all your classmates. So, if there was anyone knew and therefore suspicious, you’d be able to keep an eye on them from the start.

Jongho laughed when you brought this up to him. Because why would their rivals go through the trouble of finding which university you went to and attending themselves just to kill you when they could easily do so with a gun from across the street.

When he put it that way, you felt stupid for thinking about it in the first place.

Still, you couldn’t stop your leg bouncing as Jongho pulled up in front of the campus main building. You recognized many of the students as they got off the bus and from their own cars. You had a while until class began so you supposed you could track down your own friends and catch up.

“Thanks for dropping me off.” You murmured, slinging your bag on your shoulder and grasping the door handle.

“When do I need to pick you up?”

“Not sure yet. I’ll receive my schedule in a while, so I’ll text you when my classes get done.”

“Don’t get off campus.” He warned and you nodded, stepping out of the Range Rover. Just as you were about to shut the door, he leant across the centre console to look you in the eye, “There’s a group dinner at Hyung’s place today. You don’t have to but noona wants you to come.”

You nodded, telling him you’d think about it before shutting the door.

Jongho didn’t leave yet, probably waiting until you entered the building. It made your heart flutter in a weird way, everything about this situation rivalled dramas and movies and sometimes you could really see the appeal. 'Sometimes' being the times that you weren’t reminded that your life was in danger.

In the past few weeks, he had warmed up to you considerably. You both actually spoke to each other and more than once shared a meal together too. It was like you were roommates rather than you being a prisoner and very so often it was enough to distract you.

You had to admit that he was actually pretty sweet and funny. The time you'd spend together wouldn't be awkward and weird anymore but actually comfortable. More than often you've found yourself laughing at something he said or being in total awe of his party trick: breaking an apple with his bare hands.

Did it make you slightly more afraid of him because the literal hulk was living with you and you tended to be a generally annoying person? Immensely.

Your eyes scanned your surroundings before landing on a familiar pair of heads and you beamed as your two friends walked up to you. Your two closest friends in college, Jaemin and Renjun who took the same courses as you. Since starting university, there hasn’t been a single time you didn’t share a class with at least one of them.

“Jaemin-ah!! Junnie!” You whined, pouting heavily and holding your arms out for a hug. Finally, now that you were around people you knew, you were free to act like how much of a brat you wanted without being scared you’d have a bullet in your head the next second.

“Oh, who made our princess so sad this fine morning?!” Jaemin coddled and you gave him a syrupy sweet smile, wrapping your arms around him tightly. Finally, a hug from someone who was an actual human being and not your dog that jumped 6 feet when you tackled him in a hug. Renjun rolled his eyes at both your antics and hugged you as well.

“How was the vacation?”

“Horrible, I almost died.” You replied honestly.

“See! I told you if you went alone you were bound to end up with alcohol poisoning.” Jaemin replied without missing a beat and you giggled. You wish it had been alcohol poisoning.

“How’d you get to school today? We didn’t see you on the bus.” Jaemin and Renjun were roommates and lived a floor below you. They were the ones who had been feeding your dogs while you were on vacation.

“Someone dropped me off.” You replied vaguely just as the three of you came up to the front-office. Renjun had already come by and collected his schedule a few days ago, ever the responsible citizen while you and Jaemin were a few minutes from your first class and had yet to find out which class you’d be attending.

“The same person you’re living with? We stopped by and the doggos and half your stuff were gone.” You already knew that because they had called you in a panic, saying that you needed to call the police before you calmly explained that you knew your dogs and things weren’t at the apartment.

“Yeah.” You replied shortly. The less they knew about this situation, the better. You didn’t want to feel the guilt of the mafia killing your closest friends as well.

“You’re not pregnant, are you?” You were caught so off-guard; you weren’t even sure which one of them said it and thus smacked them both.

“Don’t say shit like that, this is exactly how rumours spread.”

***

Jongho was leaning against the door of the car when you left the building, Jaemin’s arms intertwined with your own. Renjun’s classes finished a little earlier, so he went back home to get some sleep. You walked right up to him, not realizing the way your friend’s pace slowed down as you strode to the expensive car with the scary man leaning against it.

“Sorry, were you waiting long? My professor made us stay behind for a while.” You explained and Jongho nodded before moving off the door and opening it for you.

“Oooh who is this, (Y/N)?” Jaemin teased, walking up to you and you admittedly felt a little respect for him when he looked Jongho right in the eye, “The man you’re living with? Boyfriend? Sugar daddy?” He sang, wriggling his eyebrows with an infuriating smirk on his face.

You scoffed, “Please, you can consider him as my guard dog.”

“No way, there’s no way your parents hired this guy to keep an eye on you?!” Jaemin exclaimed and you could practically feel the ice from Jongho’s glare. You didn’t know why he was suddenly so annoyed that Jaemin was a little hyperactive at times, he had Wooyoung and Yunho and Mingi, this couldn’t be that irritating.

“If my parents were that desperate to keep an eye on me, they’d just move here.”

He dropped the topic quiet quickly, not really curious about Jongho as much as he was interested in teasing you. Now that there was not much to tease you about, he brought something else up quite quickly, “How about we go for some *chi-maek? It’ll be fun.”

Your eyes lit up and a smile spread on your face, “Yeah sounds like fun! Jongho can I--?” “No, get in the car.”

You gave him the most bewildered look you could produce, “Why not? It won’t be for long and I won’t even drink that m –” “No, get in the car.”

You shared a glance with Jaemin, who looked just as surprised as you were, “But I just want to—” He slammed the car door and you scoffed. You hugged Jaemin one last time, jumping apart when Jongho pressed the horn, “I’m sorry, Minnie. We’ll go next time.”

He nodded and sent you off with a smile, telling you to get home safely and then waved goodbye before shutting the car door for you. You whipped your head around to face Jongho, “What the hell was that about?!”

***

You did end up going to dinner at Bongsoon’s place, hoping that you’d get the alcohol and chicken you were so rudely deprived of earlier. Given that Yeosang’s (the man who smacked you across the face and threatened you during the interrogation) favourite food was fried chicken, you knew there was a high chance there would be some crispy chicken legs up for grabs tonight. You sat with the 8 of them; apparently, they had another member, but San was currently overseas.

You supposed the dinner wasn’t a total bust; you had gotten the last piece of chicken even though Yeosang had reached for it first. All it took was you telling him that you deserved this after he tortured you that day and he meekly backed off. (Yeosang: I didn’t even actually torture her. How long is she going to hold it against me?)

Even with the extra chicken piece you were still mad at Jongho for so very rudely declining when you asked him to go for chicken with Jaemin. He wouldn’t even tell you why he was suddenly acting like such an ass, keeping silent the entire ride home. You had given up trying to get answers after the second try, opting to instead shoot him glares all throughout dinner, not like he even noticed.

The others certainly did.

“Oh, I know that look,” Yunho began, voice in a teasing pitch, “Did you both have a fight?”

You just huffed and turned back to your food when you noticed how Jongho rolled his eyes. Everyone else finally turned their eyes to the two of you; they had noticed how Jongho didn’t take part in the conversation as usual, instead looking intently at his phone.

“Oh, yeah look at Jongho’s sad face. They definitely had a fight.” Wooyoung sang and Jongho finally looked up, meeting his hyung’s eyes.

“We didn’t fight. She’s just mad that I didn’t let her go out with her boyfriend.”

You scoffed, “First of all, he’s not my boyfriend.”

“Wake up and smell the roses, (Y/N). No guy spends that much time with a girl without being interested.”

“You realize that we live together, right?” You retorted cleverly, only to grip your fork in a tight fist when he rolled his eyes again and then shook his head.

“I’m just your dog.”

"Guard dog, my ass. Even I have standards, you should go and live in the zoo.”

The others watched you argue, hiding smiles of their own when Jongho started threatening you with a fork. They had met Jongho when he was a kid, still wide-eyed and immature but as he climbed the ranks in Ateez, he got more serious, and it felt like they had ruined that once bubbly and cute kid. Seeing him throw petty insults and even rolls of bread at you across the table, had them all recalling those times in his youth.

“Stop fucking throwing butter at me!”

“Then stop throwing bread at me!”

***

Wooyoung and Yunho sat in the backseat, looking between you and Jongho curiously. You were snoozing quietly in the passenger seat and every time they even opened their mouth, Jongho glared at them through the rear-view mirror. As though the sound of Wooyoung yawning might disturb you.

They were on their way to drop you off at university before leaving on a mission themselves. Jongho said they’d send for a vehicle to get you back home and you merely blinked at him before nodding off to sleep, ignoring his warnings about how that didn’t mean you could go to the club like you were planning to.

It was hilarious to watch Jongho’s duality. When you were asleep, he spared you glances every few seconds, moving the air vents to make sure you weren’t too cold and then too hot and even pulling down the sun visor to keep the light out of your eyes. He didn’t even honk when someone cut in front of him.

Just as they pulled up to the university, he elbowed you harshly and you jumped awake, whining at the sharp pain in your arm. Wooyoung had to smother a laugh into his hand at this, narrowly missing Jongho’s hand as he tried to pinch him.

When you felt goosebumps raise on your legs from the A/C and remembered that you didn’t bring a jacket. Just as you slid out of the car, you grabbed Jongho’s leather jacket that was laying across the console, “Thanks for dropping me. I’ll be borrowing this.”

“That’s mine!”

“Consider this payback for you throwing my precious cardigan in the dryer.” You replied quickly before slamming the door shut. Jongho didn’t say anything else but watched through the window as you pulled on the jacket and without realizing it, a microscopic smile grew on his face.

His friends burst into laughter, “Dude you’re so whipped.”

“Shut the hell up.”

They just laughed harder.

Meanwhile, you snuggled closer into the jacket during class, fighting the urge to fall asleep. It was hard though, the jacket was like a giant, heavy hug. You didn’t want to take it off but keeping it on had your eyelids feeling like there were weighted with barbells.

You could smell Jongho’s cologne on it, smiling at the trace scent of it and snuggling closer. Now that you both were used to living with each other and dare you say you even enjoyed it, his cologne that you often smelt around the house brought you comfort.

It was unexpected to say the least, your newfound compatibility with Jongho. Initially, you thought he was like a hound from hell, but you soon came to realize that once you gained his trust, he was just as gooey and sweet as your own dogs back home. It was initially just a joke, but you might actually consider Jongho an equivalent of your dog.

You crossed your arms over your chest, hugging the jacket closer and then you winced when you felt something hard poke you in the ribs. Thinking it was just a pack of cigarettes or a wallet that he left in the pocket, you ignored it, gently massaging the bruised skin until you felt it again.

Curiously, you dipped your hand in the inseam pocket and your eyes went wide in shock. You could feel the handle and the safety trigger. Even though it was physically impossible for you to have divulged that information to anyone in the last 3 seconds, you still looked around to see if anyone was watching you.

Jongho had left his gun in the jacket.

Your heart began beating slightly faster. You were wide awake now.

Anxiety filled your body and you lost focus on the lesson, completely tuning out whatever the professor was saying. This wasn’t the first time you had a gun on your person, and it was definitely not the first time you had touched one, but this felt way more nerve-wracking than the guns you would use for training.

Possibly because it was illegally acquired but you didn’t want to think about that right now.

For the next hour, you were imagining all the possible situations that could happen just because of this gun. What if it randomly went off? What if it fell out of the jacket and someone saw? You’d be arrested before you could even explain what happened. And even if you were given the chance to explain, what would you say?

As soon as the lecture ended, you stuffed your things into your bag before holding it close to your chest, as if people would be able to see through the jacket and your bag was a method of protection. If you were actually thinking about it, your thought process was absolute bullshit, but these unreasonable things made you feel a little bit at ease, so you just did so.

Luckily, you only had one lecture today, meaning that someone would already be outside the university ready to take you home. The mere thought of it comforted you and you were speed walking towards the door, no thoughts other than getting into that car.

A black car was parked right in front of the building, windows tinted to be opaque and looking extremely ominous. A few months ago, you would’ve avoided this type of car like the plague and gone in the opposite direction. Something about knowing that this car was for you made you feel powerful, it was weird.

Still, you kept the bag huddled close to your body and shuffled quickly into the backseat of the car. It was only then you realized you hadn’t ever met the driver of the car before. You smiled in greeting, meeting his eyes in the rear-view mirror, “Are you San? We haven’t met before, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

He grinned widely and you immediately understood why the others complimented his looks, this man knew he was handsome, and the confidence just made him even more good-looking, “Yep, that’s me! Nice to meet you too!”

He pulled out of the parking space, and it was quiet for a few minutes as he continued to drive, missing the first exit.

“Oh, you had to take that exit.” You mentioned, turning around in your seat to point at it. San laughed and scratched the side of his neck, “Yeah, I don’t really know how to get back home from the university. So, I’m just gonna get to the town square because I know how to find my way from there.”

You nodded, finding it weird but you didn’t want to push and get him angry. You hadn’t ever met San before and the last thing you would want to do is piss him off within the first five minutes of meeting him.

You sat quietly for a while until you noticed how he was glancing at you in the rear-view mirror, and you smiled at him before your eyes caught onto what he was looking at. Three motorcycles were trailing the car. Your smile slowly disappeared as your eyes flickered back to San, noticing the back of his neck through the small gap in the driver’s seat.

That was a Stray Kids tattoo.

Your heart stopped in your chest when you realized what was going on. This wasn’t San. And this was the wrong car.

On an impulse, you moved quickly, fisting the strap of your bag in your hands and throwing it over the seat, wrapping it over his neck and pulling hard, using your legs to anchor you and pull as hard as your strength would allow.

He choked, hand going to his neck and the car slightly swerved. You reached over to pull the seat lever and pushed the seat in front as much as it could go before unclicking his seat belt and throwing open the door. Your bag and the man went flying to the road and you quickly climbed over the seat, taking the wheel and began speeding.

The rumbling of the motorcycles filled your ears and you pushed hard on the gas, swerving between as many cars as you could. Your hand curled around the pendant on your neck and your trembling fingers clicked the panic button several times as you tried to fight the onslaught of tears.

You saw your way out just as a tunnel appeared in your view. It was empty, no cars going through it at this time of day, and you saw your chance, speeding even more to enter the tunnel. You spared a glance to the rear-view mirror and just like you assumed, only one of the motorcycles was trailing you.

The other two were no doubt trying to catch you at the other end.

You looked back to the exit. The other two weren’t there yet.

Slowing down the car and moving towards the wall of the tunnel, you pulled the gun out of the jacket, clicking off the safety and you kicked open the door. You ducked to avoid the sparks as the door scraped against the wall before it broke off and flew down the road towards the motorcyclist.

They tried to avoid the door and you took your chance to shoot a bullet. It landed on the bullseye, throwing the driver off the motorcycle before it toppled and fell to the ground. You slammed on the breaks and ran back, getting on the motorcycle as quickly as you could and speeding in the opposite direction.

You didn’t even know where you were or where you were headed but all you knew was that you needed to get as far away as possible.

You heard the distant roar of motorcycles and the lump in your throat grew, tears fighting to gloss over your vision, and it took everything you had not to break down. They were coming closer, and you had no idea what to do.

Revving the motorcycle to increase your speed, you zoomed towards the busy intersection, cutting through traffic and even nearly missing a truck to get across it, trapping the others on the other side.

The sigh of relief when you weren't able to see them anymore was short-lived.

Another car began cutting ahead of others, zigzagging in between lanes to catch up with you. You made a harsh turn, getting away from it just in time and they continued ahead. You continued down the road again, looking over your shoulder every few seconds and you couldn’t help the sob that left you when you noticed the motorcycles gaining distance behind you.

And then ahead came the car you had avoided before and was zooming towards you. They were cornering you from both sides.

Hands shaking, you grabbed the gun from the jacket once again and then tilted the bike, kicking it away with your legs. You rolled on the rough tar a couple times, scraping your cheek and your hip badly against it. Even though it hurt incredibly, you didn’t have the time to cry over it.

Your motorcycle intercepted the car, ramming into the bumper and front wheels and causing it to flip over. You turned, shooting at the other motorcycles before pulling yourself to your feet and running for your life.

You barely made it down the road before another car pulled up with the windows rolled down and you couldn’t stop crying when you recognized the people inside. Jongho threw open the door and you leapt inside, right into his arms.

Mingi didn’t stop driving for a second, slamming his foot on the accelerator and getting the hell out of there.

“Are you hurt?” Jongho asked, grasping your arms and you winced. Something was definitely broken or bruised after the way you fell from the motorcycle.

Your head kept flashing with images and your hands began shaking when you realized what had just happened and what you had done. You looked up at Jongho, distressed, “I killed somebody.”

You weren’t even sure you could cry with all you were feeling. Everything felt overwhelming and every nerve in your body was buzzing with something that made you dizzier as seconds passed. You were panting for air, but it felt like it wasn’t reaching your lungs.

Jongho gently placed a hand on your head, stroking your hair with such a delicate touch that you wanted to melt into him. Your hand curled around his shirt, holding onto it for stability and he placed a firm kiss to your forehead as you panted into his neck. It wasn’t one of affection or even comfort.

The kiss was meant to ground you, pull you back to earth from whatever hell you were bound to. To make you aware that you weren’t dead or dying, but you were alive and here in his arms.

“Anything that needs immediate medical attention? Were you shot? Stabbed?” He asked, running his hands up and down your back to calm you. He felt you shake your head and sighed in relief, tightening his arms around your waist.

“You’re lucky they underestimated you because you’re a civilian,” Mingi spoke up, “Had this been about eliminating a threat, rather than getting revenge, you wouldn’t have made it.”

You knew what that meant.

It meant that next time, they wouldn’t underestimate you.

***

The second you stepped out of the car; you couldn’t help the cry of pain that left your lips. After finally having rested your legs on the ride back, you realized that you probably landed on your knee harder than you recalled during the fall.

You didn’t even have to say anything for Jongho to scoop you up in his arms and carry you into the house. His arms didn’t even tremble under your weight, and he held your body close to his as if you would shatter with a simple touch.

Finally, the exhaustion of today crept up on you and in the warmth of his arms, your eyes began to shut. You barely recalled him placing you in your bed and you were passed out by the time he got the first-aid kit from his room.

In the back of your head, you could feel the graze of the wet cotton against your skin and then felt the sting of the antiseptic, but you could barely lift your finger, let alone gain some energy to wince and flinch. You just let Jongho move you as he pleased to treat your wounds.

Jongho noticed how you weren’t flinching as he disinfected the cuts and nearly sighed in relief. You had already been in so much pain, the last thing he would want is to cause some more.

After covering the cuts on your hands, knees and hips with gauze, he moved up your body to treat the scrape you had gotten on your cheek. With a touch that could only be rivalled by a feather, he cleaned the blood away, watching your face carefully to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable.

The sight of your relaxed face had his heart settling slightly in his chest. The past hour had been hell on him, his heart still hurt from the way it was beating a mile a minute when he got your panic alert. Even though he had warned you to stay in the same vicinity if you were ever in trouble, when he watched your tracker move across town and even farther from where he was, he felt a lump in his throat.

The others had never seen him this hysterical, usually so calm and collected and quick to come up with a plan. He looked at his phone for a second during the meeting before his eyes went wide as saucers and he was hauling Mingi to his feet and running out, his only parting words being “(Y/N) needs me.”

He delicately brushed a strand of hair away from your face before applying a band aid above the area.

He couldn’t help himself. Seeing you so vulnerable below him, he was filled with an undeniable need to protect you, to make sure that you were okay and that no harm or sadness or discomfort would ever come to you.

Gently, Jongho placed a featherlight kiss over the band aid before figuring you could get a better check up by Seonghwa once you woke up. For now, he’d let you rest, God knows you deserved it.

Even though you were nearly out cold, it was weird that you suddenly felt the pressure beside the bed decrease and your hand shot out before you could even think, fingers clasping tightly around Jongho’s wrist.

“Don’t leave.” You rushed out, panicked at even the thought of being alone in the room.

“(Y/N)—”

“Please. Please, stay.” You begged, tugging him towards you. He relented, sitting beside you on the bed and you sighed, settling down on the bed again.

“You should get changed into something more comfortable.” The red head mumbled, noticing now that you were still in your tight-fitting jeans, his leather jacket covering your blood-stained shirt.

Your fingers lightly curled around his t-shirt, unable to open your eyes, “Please do it for me.”

His eyes slightly widened, “(Y/N)—”

“Please, I can’t move right now.” You whispered and the crack in your voice had him breaking. He moved away from you to grab some of your clothes, softly shushing you when you whined and reassuring you that he’d be back.

It was so intimate and Jongho’s heart was filling with something that he’d never felt before. Something heavy and dense and made him feel like he was high on the sweetest thing he had ever tasted before. He held you closely to him as he helped you slip out of your pants and then shirt and when his heart twisted at seeing the bruises covering your skin, he made sure to be even more gentle.

It wasn’t long before the both of you were settled into bed, cuddled close underneath the covers with his arms protectively around you and your head on his chest. Never had you felt so secure and fulfilled by just being around someone. Jongho made you feel like he’d keep even an army away if you just hid in his arms.

His thumbs stroked your skin and with each stroke you were lulled into a deeper sleep, finally being able to rest. He watched you for a while longer, carefully watching each breath you took before the sight of your own peaceful face had him closing his eyes as a dreamless sleep welcomed him.

By the time Seonghwa came over to check your bruises and injuries, Jongho was already awake, an arm wrapped around your shoulders and scrolling through his phone as you napped into his neck. He made it look like he was so calm when in reality it took every ounce of self-control to keep a smile from breaking out on his face.

Having you so close to him made him feel complete, an emotion that he rarely feels being in his life.

The others came in right behind him to check up on you and Wooyoung would’ve made a big fuss about you both cuddling had you not woken with a start and immediately panicked before realizing where you were. They saw the frantic look in your eye as you shot up, straight as an arrow as soon as you felt Seonghwa touching your arm.

It took a few seconds for you to gain your bearings and in those few moments you could barely recognize anyone, feeling panicked at so many faces suddenly in the room before you remembered what had gone down in the last couple hours.

Their features became more familiar, but you still felt on edge until you saw Jongho’s concerned face staring at you and finally settled down against the bed, back into his arms.

It was probably because you saw him the most since moving here or because whenever you felt even a little bit scared or not safe, you went to Jongho because you knew he was meant to protect you. He didn’t seem to mind, keeping a hand on your waist even as Seonghwa checked the dressings he put earlier.

Bongsoon talked to you for a while, pulling you into a warm hug that made you feel like you were in a mothers embrace. You both talked for a few minutes while you held Jongho’s hand underneath the covers and then the two of you were alone again. You didn’t want to sleep yet; you had slept all day and were still groggy and you didn’t want to go back to sleep.

But you didn’t want to stay awake and think about it, it was just way too much at the moment and everything made you feel too much at the moment. It was just something you’d rather avoid so you just intertwined your fingers with the man beside you before laying back down on the bed and closing your eyes.

***

Jongho had left you alone in bed only when he was certain that you had fallen deep asleep to get something to eat, take a shower and for a brief meeting with the others about what exactly had happened in the last day.

He didn’t return to your bed that night, but he did check on you one last time before going to bed himself. You were deep asleep which relieved him a little; the features on your face were smoothed peacefully. He made sure to leave the lamp on, in case you woke up in the middle of the night.

In the end, he was the one who woke up way past midnight after hearing noises from the hall. He didn’t waste even a second, grabbing his gun from his bed-side table and heading to the source of the noise before he realized what it was.

Geon and Skai were whimpering, while trying to scratch your door handle, unable to get it open. Once they saw Jongho, they quickly pattered over to him, trying to bring him to your door. He didn’t hear anything from the inside, so if it was an intruder, he didn’t want to make too much noise and alert him.

Soundlessly, he cracked open the door to find your room empty thankfully. The lump underneath your duvet had his attention as soon as he entered the room, gently padding over to you. He didn’t want to wake you up, so he didn’t make much noise, still trying to find what the dog were so worried over. Or maybe they just missed you, after all, he had made sure they didn’t jump all over you for the sake of your tired body.

You moved lightly and stopped immediately but Jongho noticed, and he kneeled before peeling back the covers.

His heart nearly broke at the sight of your scared and tear-stained face staring up at him. It was obvious you had been crying for a while, lips cracked and dry and your eyes looked sunken. Without another word, he slid underneath he covers, and you adjusted your position to make room for him.

You didn’t even need to ask for him to place his hands on your waist and pull you into his chest. You were surprised that he was holding you as tightly as you were, like he needed this just as much as you did. One of his hands gently cradled your head against his neck and he felt your wet face against his skin.

“I was so scared you’d get hurt.” He confessed, suddenly aware of just how thankful he was that you were in his arms, unhurt and safe. He didn’t know what he would have done if something had happened to you, and he could still feel the anxiety he did when he got your alert.

“It was weird,” You admitted, whispering your secrets to him in the dark, “I thought I’d feel regret about the things I didn’t do in my life, but all I could feel was fear and the need to run away. Far, far away where no one would ever find me. Even now, after all of that, I don’t get that feeling on life being short. I’m just scared.”

It was frightening to be honest. In the moment, it felt like you didn’t have an identity, like you didn’t know who you were or what was important to you. All you knew was that you had to put as much distance in the least amount of time possible. You were sure, if you had managed to get them off your trail before Jongho found you, your next stop would have been to the airport or docks.

You always thought it would be difficult to hurt somebody, you got squeamish when you had to watch someone else get an injection but for some reason you didn’t feel anything shooting those other people and killing them. They were still people, you tried to remind yourself, people like Jongho but to you they were nothing more than empty shells.

How could you even live with yourself?

“You don’t have to justify your feelings to anyone. If that’s the way you feel, it’s okay.”

“Thank you for staying here with me.” You murmured, pulling away to look him in the eye. They were twinkling, deep like pool of water and honey that made you feel so secure.

You liked your lips without realizing, swallowing thickly as the air thickened with something that you couldn’t put your finger on. Call it lust, or desire, or even love but when it boiled down to it, all you could feel underneath your skin was longing.

Jongho leaned in and his fingers tightened on your waist, breath coming out a little shaky against your face and he paused, brushing his lips over your tenderly. For a few seconds, that was more than enough, making you dizzy from the contact.

You sucked in a deep breath, snaking your hands up to thread your fingers through his red hair and kissing him hard. His body twisted to press closer to yours, a leg snaking in between yours and one hand found its place on your back while the other cupped your jaw.

Your heart quite literally skipped a beat as he pressed his chest to yours, deepening the kiss. You let him take control, just wanting to be in his arms and feel loved for the time being, gently toying with his soft hair as he caught your bottom lip in between his teeth before licking over it.

The whimper didn’t go unnoticed by him when he slipped his tongue against yours. Your fingers twitched against his nape as you sucked slowly on his tongue, clenching your legs around his thigh when he groaned lightly.

The sound of rustling of the sheets and lips smacking filled the air as you continued to squirm when you realized painfully that you were running out of air. Jongho pulled away, panting heavily and took a second to admire how fucked out you looked from just kissing.

Your eyes were still shut, struggling to catch your breath, spit glistening on your swollen lips. When your eyes finally fluttered open, his heart swelled at the small smile you sent him, unable to resist the one tugging his lips as he connected them to yours once again.

Eventually, he pulled away again when you needed to catch your breath, trailing kisses down the column of your throat, nipping at the skin occasionally, just to hear your sweet sighs and whimpers.

“I like you.” You blurted out suddenly and he paused, taking in what you just said before he pressed a warm kiss to your pulse point, pecking your lips next.

“I hadn’t noticed.” He replied sarcastically, only to laugh when you smacked his chest while a wide smile graced your beautiful face.

“I take it back.”

***

If there was one thing that was put into perspective after coming so close to getting abducted, it was your inhibition. The rules of dating were thrown out of the window as soon as your eyes opened the next day, all you knew was that you liked Jongho, and he felt the same about you. Why should you still walk on eggshells around him?

You also wanted to expend as much of yourself as you could towards feeling something. You needed to make this connection with Jongho stronger, give yourself something that could give you stability and maybe even some sanity if anything like that were to ever happen again.

So, when you found yourself reliving what happened, feeling guilty that your emotions seemed to leave you when you had a gun in your hands, you replaced the phantom of the Glock with Jongho’s skin, kissing him until you felt dizzy.

Though he was kind of overwhelmed with all the affection you suddenly decided to show him, he also realized it was the only way you knew how to cope with everything that had happened. You had a lot of feelings and you needed to redirect it from the fear and anxiety you felt.

Besides, he was more than happy being on the receiving end of your unhealthy coping mechanism.

Although, he was more than grateful when you put a pause on all the kisses and hugs when the others came over. You seemed more than fine with it, happy with the distraction and thankful that they all came to check on you.

While Jongho was talking to the others and you realized that you couldn’t speak as easily, you suddenly remembered your friends; Jaemin and Renjun. You lost your phone along with your bag during the abduction, so you hadn’t called him to tell him you weren’t attending university today. No doubt he’d be freaking out and would call the police any second.

“Do you mind if I borrow your phone?” You asked and he handed it to you without qualm, “Sure, why?”

“I was thinking I’d meet up with Jaemin. Is that okay?”

Now this caught his attention. You had been so clingy all day, back-hugging him as he made you breakfast and peppering kisses along the side of his neck. He was honestly surprised that it hadn’t gone any further with the amount you were holding on to him. And you were way friendlier with Jaemin than you were with him.

“Are you sure you want to meet with him? So soon?” He didn’t notice how the others hid a smile at his obvious behaviour, but you didn’t seem to catch onto it. They had spent all their lives looking after him, they knew what his well-concealed jealously looked like.

“Why? Do you think it’s unsafe?” And suddenly he regretted even opening his mouth, seeing how worried you looked and shook his head, nodding with a placating smile, “No, no, it’s okay.”

It took a more reassurance but when you were finally convinced, you quickly dialled your best friend’s number before walking to the kitchen to talk. Jongho practically scoffed at the fact that you had his number memorized; who memorizes phone numbers anymore?

“Jaemin-ah!” You whined, happy to hear his voice again.

“Bet she never says your name like that.” Wooyoung teased and Jongho realized how deep the scowl on his face was. Sending him a withering glare, he entered the kitchen and shut the door behind him just in time to avoid the rest of them roaring with laughter at him.

Instead, he walked up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your shoulder, you flinched in surprise for a second raising a brow and him, but he shook his head, pressing his fingers to your stomach. Your breath hitched and he chuckled.

“Do you know how worried I was?! No call, no message! Your phone number can’t be reached when I try to call it! ‘Oh, that’s no problem’, one might say, ‘just go to their place’. I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE! YOU WON’T EVEN TELL ME!” Both you and Jongho flinched when he began yelling into the phone.

“Sorry, Minnie. My phone broke so I couldn’t text you. Tell you what, I’ll meet you today at your place and prove to you myself that I’m completely fine.” You chirped.

Jongho placed his lips on your pulse point, and you took a deep breath. He felt your heartbeat quicken and your skin got warmer as he nipped lightly before licking over it. Your hand intertwined with the one on your stomach, squeezing your fingers around his tightly as he continued to nibble up your neck.

“Tell Junnie to prepare his liver. Buy all the bottles of soju you can find and bring out that bottle of vodka I bought you.” You said, squealing at a particularly harsh bite right underneath your ear. The hand around your waist slowly slid up to palm at your breast and you bit your lip to keep a small moan from escaping you.

“I thought you wanted to save that bottle for graduation?” Jaemin asked and your voice caught in your throat, unable to say anything while Jongho sucked at the junction between your neck and shoulder, tightening the grip you had on his hand.

“Keep talking.” He whispered and you couldn’t help the whimper that left you.

“I—I did, but I think we should indulge ourselves a little. I’ll buy you another for graduation.” The thought of not making it till graduation crossed for mind for less than a second before your legs practically turned to jelly when Jongho licked over the mark he left.

“Alright, then. See you tonight!” Jaemin chirped before hanging up and you quickly placed the phone on the counter, holding onto the edge of it for support. He wasted no time in turning you around and pressing you to the counter, attacking your lips.

“What has gotten into you?”

“What’s more important is that I haven’t gotten into you, yet.” He replied, distracted as he tilted your head to access your mouth easily.

“Your friends are right outside!” You whispered heatedly, pushing him off you but he didn’t even let his hands come off you for a second, leaning in to kiss you once again.

“So, tonight then?” He smirked and you huffed out a laugh, “Not likely. I’m going to come back black-out drunk.”

That was true, after about 9 bottles of soju between the three of you and half of the bottle of vodka gone in shots, you called Jongho to come pick you up. You had quite literally blacked out on their couch before Jongho had to carry you back to the car.

***

As soon as Killeo heard the sound of food containers, he ran to the living room, eager to get any table scraps and not afraid to use his puppy dog eyes. The thing about having more people in the house was that it was easier to sneak food when no one was paying attention.

You definitely noticed when the giant dog trotted into the room even though he tried to look inconspicuous, you knew what he was up to. Afterall he was the culprit behind many of your foods going missing.

“Hui jia*.” You said immediately, pointing at the door. Everyone looked at you, wondering why you were suddenly speaking Mandarin. He whimpered a little, tilting his head and begging just like you knew he would. But you stayed firm, shaking your head.

“Hui jia.”

With a defeated whimper, he left the room with a low head. You’d give him an extra treat later for being a good boy but for now at least you didn’t have a giant Doberman jumping on the table while trying to get food.

Satisfied that he listened, you went back to your food.

It was silent for a second before, “YOUR DOG SPEAKS CHINESE?!”

Everyone burst into laughter.

***

“We’re going to Japan in a few days for a negotiation.” Jongho told you one night as you laid beside each other in bed. You looked up at him for a few minutes to find him looking at you with a fond look.

“Why Japan?”

“BtoB and Ateez don’t have much influence there. We wanted it to be on even ground.” He told you and your eyes went wide at the familiar name. You sat up immediately, covers pooling at your waist as you looked at him in shock.

“Didn’t you say that BtoB was all buddy-buddy with stray kids?” You hoped this was one big mistake. They couldn’t have been actually meeting with the group that was in alliance with the one that almost killed you the other day, there just wasn’t any chance.

Jongho looked surprised that you remembered but not to the point where it looked like he got caught red handed. He nodded, raising a hand to ruffle his hair a little, “They are, which is why we want to form an alliance with them. They were actually interested in us from a while back, if we form an alliance with them then it means we’d be affiliated with Stray Kids and then they can’t send another attack after one of our own.”

You looked a little apprehensive, “You’re not going to sell me or anything right?”

This seemed to startle him, and he sat up a little only to grab your hand and pull you to his chest. He cupped your cheek with a steady grip. His eyes raked over your face for a minute, taking in all your features that he adored, “Don’t even say something like that. I’d never let anything happen to you.”

“Really?” You whispered, voice fragile and he nodded, pulling you closer and capturing your lips with his. You kissed him just as eagerly, snaking your hands around his neck and twisting your body so you were straddling him comfortably.

He didn’t have to wait long before he was sucking on your tongue, his sneaky hands travelling down your body to stop at your ass, pulling you forward to grind your heat against him, swallowing your moans.

You whined as you pushed your hips forward and back, creating a steady pace and breaking off the kiss to breathe. Your wet lips trailed down his neck and you bit down on the spot below his ear, letting out a high-pitched moan as he bucked up into you.

You were rocking into him without any help, following the rhythm he set earlier, and his now free hands snuck underneath the t-shirt you had on to play with your breasts. Your hips stuttered, pressing harder into him and he groaned.

Your lips returned to his as he rolled your nipples between the pads of his fingers, tugging and teasing lightly. In the next instant, his hands disappeared from your chest, grabbing your waist and pressing you to the mattress, spreading your legs so he could slot himself in between your thighs.

You whimpered when his hips rutted against yours, the growing bulge in his pants pressing into you so deliciously.

You both were frankly too turned on to remember that you had left the bedroom door open. Alerted by the sounds coming from the bedroom, Geon and Killeo both went in to investigate. To a guard dog, you could understand why this particular situation looked concerning and the next thing you knew, they were barking their minds out at Jongho before Geon literally tackled him to the ground.

Killeo proceeded to sit on you, baring his teeth at your ‘attacker’ and you couldn’t help but laugh at the betrayed look on Jongho’s face.

“(Y/N)!” He whined, “Can’t you call them off?”

“I can but even if I manage to get him off me, there’s no way they’re gonna let us lock the door.” You laughed, quite disappointed yourself but very much amused by the whole situation.

“I’d recommend taking a cold shower.” You smirked.

Which is exactly where the frustrated man was headed, glaring at the pile of you three on his bed and declaring that Skai was now his favourite, all while muttering curses underneath his breath.

If he looked pitiful then, he would only look more miserable when he came back to realize that the dogs took his place on his bed, and he had to go and sleep alone in your bedroom.

***

When you woke up, you could feel cold sweat dripping down your back and your heart was beating out of your chest. It was still dark outside, you had slept for maybe an hour and the dogs were dead asleep, twitching a little when you shot out of bed but aside from that didn’t move.

You remembered a lot from your nightmare, a world where the panic button didn’t alert Jongho but instead restarted the day. You remembered running from Stray Kids, the gang members getting closer each second no matter how fast you ran and finally when you collapsed from exhaustion, they would land a bullet in your spine or forehead right before you restarted the day and were caught in the same situation.

It was horrifying to say the least, in your nightmares they weren’t people but monsters with red eyes and cruel smiles that looked more like giant shapeless figures than people. You were left panting, trying to get your heart to stop hammering against your ribs as you clutched the covers in a tight grip.

Your senses were extremely clouded, nothing coming to your mind other than getting as far away from here as you could. It was a thought that followed you like the plague, and you couldn’t seem to shake it off. Ever since you moved to this house, you had been followed by bad luck.

Unfortunate things kept happening and sometimes it was just too much to take when all you wanted was to go back to your own life. Especially since you hadn’t asked for any of this to happen. Many times, you had gotten the urge to just leave in the dead of the night and take a flight to anywhere.

It was what you had seen in movies, and it was the only thought that kept intruding your mind when everything got to be too suffocating. But you always managed to calm yourself by thinking a little rationally.

You had no idea how this world worked, how quickly it would be for them to find you and how to even cover your tracks or anything like that. Leaving the house without telling anyone and all alone would make you a sitting duck and no matter how exhausting this all was, you weren’t too keen to die either.

So even though your legs were shaking, you quietly left the room to wash your sweaty face with some cold water before going to the kitchen to get a drink of water.

You weren’t quite sure what to do, as such the case whenever something happened to you. Should you cry it out while hiding in the bathroom? Should you call Jaemin and talk to him for a while? Should you just try and get your mind off the problem by watching TV?

A part of you didn’t want to actually cry about it; it was funny really, if this had been happening to someone else, you wouldn’t hold it against them if they lost their minds but because it was you, you felt like you were being dramatic whenever you lingered over these feelings.

Maybe a drink would be a good idea? Surely if you were drunk, it would be easier to get through this?

You sat at the kitchen counter, sipping water for a while before your glass ran empty and you wondered what to do then. You didn’t feel like running anymore but you didn’t feel like going back to sleep just yet.

You glanced at your bedroom door that was closed shut, no doubt Jongho would be asleep in there. He had been your shelter in this crazy storm up until now, that was probably why you were quietly padding over to enter the bedroom. Maybe just lying beside him would make you feel better.

He was sleeping soundly, clutching one of your pillows in his arms and you could feel the small smile growing on your face as you inched closer to him. His hair was covering his shut eyes and you raised a hand to push it away from his face when he clasped a hand over your wrist and pinned you to the bed.

You gasped when his knee pinned your hip down and he immediately pulled away, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes, “(Y/N)? I thought you were asleep. What are you doing here?”

“I just—" You stuttered, wondering if you should tell him about the nightmare. In reality there was nothing that he could do, and you didn’t really want to talk about it, “I just missed you.”

He didn’t believe it and you both knew it but he still sat up and pulled you to him so you could curl up to his side and cupped the back of your head, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Your hand rested over his chest, feeling comforted by the beating of his heart underneath your fingertips.

You both were leaning against the headboard, just listening to the sound of breathing.

“Are you okay?” He whispered and you nodded, “I’m fine as long as you’re here with me.”

Jongho stopped running his thumb over your knuckles in favour of raising your hand to his lips. You pulled your hand out of his grip to graze your fingers over his cheekbones. Everything always felt so much more valuable when you were troubled, and nothing felt more precious to you than Jongho.

It always made you feel guilty in a way, because in your fear you’d sometimes blame him, resent him for putting you in this position but when things got put into perspective, you always ended up treasuring him even more.

You realized just why you were feeling so uneasy earlier.

“I missed you.” You whispered, voice tight and you felt your eyes prick from how much you were feeling. Your fingertips moved to his cupid’s bow, gently tracing over his plush lips. You swallowed thickly, moving your fingers to his brows.

“I’m right here, baby.” He murmured, catching your wrist in his grip as he leaned in to place a warm kiss to your lips that you returned. The kiss didn’t last long, you were a little too distracted tonight to maintain your breath and he pulled away when you needed to breathe, trailing his lips down your neck again.

This time there was nothing to stop you, the door was shut, and you were all alone, you realized, jumping when you felt Jongho’s tongue against your skin. Sighing, you turned your head instinctively, giving him more access.

His hand left your wrist, instead trailing down your body to stop at your waist. He continued his assault on your neck, leaving marks along your skin between kisses and licks. You whimpered, the hand on your hip getting frustrating and wanting more.

“Jongho, please.” You whined, sensitive to his fingers drumming against your waist and he pulled away from your neck.

“What, baby? Use your words.”

“More, please.” You sighed out and he chuckled, his hand sneaking between your legs to your clothed heat and you squirmed, trying to move your hips towards him. His lips returned to yours while his fingers pressed against you, and you felt yourself grow wetter.

Jongho rubbed circles over the material of your shorts, tracing your slit and swallowing the moans you were making. He was quite pleased when you began rocking your hips against his hand, frustrated with the light touch.

He rubbed gently at your pussy a few more times, feeling the material get slightly damp and then suddenly tapped right where your clit was. You cried out, legs jerking and he soothed you with a kiss.

"Please, stop teasing." You let out a loud moan when he snuck his hand underneath the waistband of your shorts and panties to press against your clit and you bucked your hips in pleasure.

"Fuck, you're dripping, baby." He growled against your lips, beginning to rub figure 8's against your sensitive bud and you practically mewled. You're so wet that his fingers glide easily through you, sinking two fingers into you without any resistance.

His thumb was rubbing over your clit while his fingers pump inside you, setting a slow pace that has you whining again. He wasn't going to give you what you wanted without teasing and you were frankly too turned on to try and resist him.

Your fingers curled around his wrist, trying to get him to move but he's stronger than you, continuing with the torturous pace and your eyes water with frustration.

"I want more." You get out, finding it hard to even open your eyes at this point but Jongho is nowhere near breaking.

"You want me to tease more? I can do that, baby." He answered and you shake your head, a tear falling on your cheek when you felt him stop. You were clenching hard around his fingers, trying to gain any kind of friction but it wasn't enough.

He supposed somewhere he felt bad for making you feel frustrated when you were so vulnerable to him, but you were just so submissive beneath him, he was getting harder with each plea that slipped through your lips.

"You need to be clearer. What do you want, baby? If you ask nicely, I'll give it to you." He cooed, peppering kisses against your neck and waiting for you to understand what he was asking for.

"Please, please, make me cum." You begged, sobbing when he curled his fingers before thrusting them hard and fast into your sopping core. At each thrust, he's scissoring his fingers, spreading you wider each time as the heel of his palm bumped into your clit.

"Fuck, yes, right there, don't stop." You squealed, clenching around his fingers tightly when the pads of his fingers brush against your g-spot.

The knot in your stomach curled a little tighter when he rammed his fingers against the spot, eyes rolling back in your head, "Right there, baby?"

Your nails were digging into his wrist when he finally brought you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you with waves of pleasure as he continued to finger you, bringing you down from your high.

You winced when his fingers left you and he didn't hesitate before popping the soaking digits into his mouth, growling at the taste. The air was practically alive with sparks as you tried to come down from your high, chest heaving.

"Fuck, you taste so good. Wanna eat you out."

You were barely out of your daze before Jongho pulled off your shorts and panties in one swipe, pulling you forward by your thighs so your back hit the bed before burying his face in your heat. And in a second, the sparks from earlier were transformed to lightning by his lips.

You moaned loudly, raking your fingers through his hair when he licked up your slit, still sensitive from your orgasm. He continued licking all your juices before pressing a finger to your entrance, pushing your hips down when you bucked against his face.

Everything felt like it was on fire, your skin was burning so hot you felt like the room was setting ablaze around you. You couldn't even breathe, Jongho was determined not to give you a break, teasing gone far from his mind.

He closed his lips around your clit, alternating between sucking and licking as his fingers brought you closer to the edge once again.

"Feels good." You slurred out; eyes screwed shut as you tugged lightly on his hair. He smiled slightly and pulled away to place an affectionate peck on your inner thigh before returning to his task.

His hand abandoned holding your hips down in favour of snaking underneath your shirt to roll your nipple between the rough pads of his fingers and you groaned, tightening the grip you had on his hair and rolling your hips against his face.

When he caught your sensitive nub between his teeth and tugged, every muscle in your body tensed before you came with a silent groan, squirming because of the sensitivity as he continued to lick your release out of you.

You were panting as he kissed up your body again, taking off your shirt this time before connecting your lips to his. You could taste yourself on his tongue, moaning into his mouth when both his hands began teasing your breasts.

"Can you give me one more, baby? Cum on my cock one more time, hmm?" He asked, grinding his covered hard on against your soaking folds and you nodded.

"Words, darling." He reminded as he tugged off his shirt. Your hands immediately ran down his chest, stopping at the hem of his pants. You look so pretty like this, sprawled out underneath him with the most fucked out expression on your face.

"Fuck me, Jongho."

Once his pants are on the floor, he's back over you, kissing down your neck. His length was pressing against your inner thigh, and you spread your legs wider.

You were on the brink of the overstimulation being painful, lungs practically screaming for air, but you wanted him inside you, or it felt like you'd die.

He pumped himself a few times, hissing at the feeling before guiding him to your hole. The crown of his cock nudged against your bundle of nerves, and you squealed before he sank into you with a groan.

You both were moaning against each other mouths as he slid his length into you, inch by glorious inch, until his hips were flush against yours. Your previous orgasms were enough to keep the stretch from being painful.

When he bottomed out, he stilled for a second, glancing at your face that was scrunched in pleasure before he pulled out halfway and thrust back into you.

Your nails were immediately dragging down his back as he slammed his hips against yours, pulling sweet moans from your throat. All your nerves were lit on fire as he began building your third orgasm of the night.

Your warm walls were clenching around him so deliciously that his mouth was pooling with drool, and he lowered his head to suck one of your nipples into his mouth, dragging his teeth over the hardened nub before turning his attention to the other one.

A thin string of spit connected his lips to your nipples when he pulled away. Once he was satisfied with the marks he left along your breasts, he pecked your lips sweetly before tracing your lips with his fingers.

"Get this wet for me, baby girl." He muttered, pressing his thumb into your mouth and groaning when your lips wrapped around it, sucking it eagerly before running your tongue along it.

He pulled the wet digit from your mouth to rub harsh circles against your clit and you nearly screamed, raking your nails so hard down his back he was sure he would have a reminder of it the next day.

"I'm gonna cum." You whimpered and he groaned, feeling your walls get tighter around him, "I'm almost there baby, cum with me."

That was all you needed cum again, moaning as you felt him release inside you soon after. He stayed inside you for a while, feeling himself go soft before he carefully pulled out of you.

You whined, distressed by the sudden emptiness but Jongho quickly peppered kisses along your chest, trying to pacify you before getting a wet rag to wipe you clean.

He covered your naked body with the covers, quick to baby your sensitive self as he pulled your form to his, holding you tightly to his chest.

You intertwined your fingers with his, playing with them and drawing figures onto his palm that made his heart flutter in his chest just watching you. While you did want to go back to sleep, worn out from the sex, you weren't exhausted enough just yet.

You spent the next hour that way, just basking in the after-sex glow together as the sun began to come up.

You looked up at him with a small smirk, "Round 2?"

Jongho chuckled and his eyes darkened before he was parting your legs again, "I'm gonna ruin you, baby."

***

Jongho had been on your ass the whole day. Since he was leaving with the others tonight, he spent all day giving you warnings and borderline nagging you about what to do while he was not here. It started out with just simple safety tips and what to do or not to do while he wasn’t here.

You could understand his concern but once you realized that it was never going to end, you were eager to get him out of the house if only to stop his incessant nagging.

But now that the others were waiting for him in the car outside and he was grabbing his bag, you were beginning to feel anxious about being alone. The last time Jongho wasn’t right beside you since he had a mission, you were almost kidnapped, and you didn’t want to find out what could happen if he was in another country.

A part of you knew everything was going to be okay, that once you made it one night on your own, you’d feel better. Besides, you had your dogs and Jongho even showed you the locations of all the hidden guns in the house in case of anything.

The other part of you wanted to dig a hole in the ground and hide there until he was back home. And you hated feeling this way.

“Be safe.” Jongho murmured against your lips just before he left and you nodded, delicately brushing his hair away from his face, “Come back home in one piece.”

With another kiss, you were waving goodbye before you shut the door, taking a few steps back until you came back to make sure it was locked. It was just your mind playing games on you, but the house seemed bigger, and the shadows seemed like they were moving.

Just to calm your nerves, you called the dogs to the living room, having them beside you while you watched some TV. They were completely calm and that made you relax slightly; if the beings with super hearing didn’t feel a problem, then why should you be so tense about it?

You ended up passing out with the three of them on the couch, cuddling with Skai as the other two were on your sides. Ever the empathetic dogs, they seemed to know you were somewhat on edge, even making Geon sit outside the bathroom so you’d hear him better if he barked.

You barely got any sleep that night, tossing and turning and practically jumping whenever you thought heard a single sound. And as the sun came up you realized that there was one thing you learnt spending your first night alone.

You did not want to be alone.

Which was exactly the reason you were knocking on Bongsoon's door in the morning, asking her if you could have breakfast together. She agreed without any complaints, the house was empty since her husband was also in Japan.

You felt remarkably more relaxed with her company, she was a horrible shot with a gun but at least she's been in this business for longer than you have.

Over breakfast, she told you all about how she was arranged in a marriage with Hongjoong and even confided in you about how she feels out of place in the mafia world. But unfortunately, she was born into it.

In a sense, you felt the same way; this kind of life wasn't for you, and it was abundantly clear. You had never taken the opportunity to think about how messed up all of this was in reality.

What would you do after everything was resolved? Date Jongho like a regular person? You had feelings for him, and you wanted to be by his side but for some reason you felt like when you eventually went back to your life, you could just look back to this like some crazy fever dream.

Would that even happen?

Would you be able to put this whole thing behind you permanently?

"(Y/N) you should know something." Bongsoon started, looking at her hands that were carefully placed in her lap.

"The negotiation with BtoB means that Ateez will end up in alliance with them which consequentially meaning that we'd be in alliance with Stray Kids too. Now that the deal is underway and hasn't been approved or denied means that Ateez and BtoB will be neutral parties until either happens." She explained.

"That means that if you wanted to make a break for it, now would be the best time."

Your brows furrowed, "What are you saying?"

"The stakes are still high. Ateez is hoping that this alliance will keep Stray Kids from killing you but there's still a chance that BtoB might reject it, in which case, there's no telling how long before Stray Kids manages to get their hands on you."

Even though she explained it as simply as she could, you were still confused and overwhelmed by the sudden avalanche of information. She was trying to tell you that there was never going to be a 100% chance that this was all going to blow over.

And that you could still lose your life now, but the probability was less if you tried to run now rather than later.

"I don't--I don't understand. Are you telling me to run away?"

Bongsoon swallowed thickly, "I've always felt guilty about you being here. You never asked for this and because of my mistakes, I ended up dragging you into this whole mess and I wish I could do something to correct it."

She reached over to grab one of your hands, holding it between both of hers, "It's ultimately your decision but if the deal falls apart, it's going to be safer for you if you leave before they return from Japan."

Before Jongho came back? Did they even know about any of this?

"And if I do choose to run away? What then? Will I ever be able to come back?"

"I don't know." She admitted.

"You don't know?! So, it's either always live on the run or stay here and be killed eventually?"

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I wish I could do more to help but there's no way. Unless Stray Kids are eliminated there's really no telling what could happen. And that's something that Ateez won't be able to do."

Ever since meeting Bongsoon, you were put into a position where your life was one of the pawns on a chessboard and frankly it was driving you nuts. 'Why me?' was a question you often found yourself wondering.

Your hand went to the necklace around your neck; the only thing Jongho has ever given you and it was a tracker. The past months have been hell, with the constant fear.

You had never been a fighter growing up, never getting into any fights with other students since your parents were very strict about violence. Granted they were the ones who taught you how to shoot but it was very clear that it was just a sport.

But in the last month you had shot people, maybe even killed some of them and that was a tough pill to swallow.

"I'll think about it."

You didn't want to talk about it anymore, you didn't want to think about it but that was another thing that was ripped out of your control; you knew this conversation would be the only thing on your mind till the time you finally fell asleep.

You left her place soon after that, saying a brief goodbye before you were walking back home. No, not home: Jongho's house. This wasn't your home.

And the second you stepped through the door, you realized something was terribly wrong. The house you were expecting to be completely silent had loud barks echoing through the hallway.

Something had set the three of them off, they were howling madly at something, and you felt your stomach sink. For a few seconds, you were just frozen, unable to think about what to do. On one hand, you could just leave and tell Bongsoon but if there was someone armed in the house, there was no telling how long it would take for their patience to run out before they kill your dogs.

So, you took off your shoes and quietly padded through the halls to find the hidden gun that Jongho had stashed in the display case.

As quietly as you could, you went closer to the sounds of the dogs and held the gun between shaking hands. This wasn't where you wanted to be, you realized. There was no telling what would happen with each step closer, and you felt your eyes prick with tears.

One wrong step, one wrong move could have you dead. Maybe you were walking into a trap at the moment, and you'd be ambushed any moment. You didn't know how many people were here, you realized, and then you felt stupid for trying to confront them.

Heart racing, you stopped outside the entrance to the backyard, trying to listen in case you heard the intruder say anything. You looked down at the gun and felt grief in the pits of your stomach; you'd have to kill someone again.

With trembling fingers, you slowly clicked off the safety and exited the house, pointing the gun up at whatever the dogs were gathered around.

Which looked like an equally frightened raccoon.

The gun tumbled out of your hands and to the ground along with your body when your knees buckled, and you fell. Your heart was beating rapidly in your throat, and you could feel the breakfast you ate an hour ago crawling up.

You were clutching your shirt right above your chest, so overwhelmed that it felt like you were having a heart attack. The dogs, alerted by your panicked state trotted over to you, trying to comfort you the best you could as you gasped for breath.

It was too much.

The house, the people, the lifestyle. You couldn't take it anymore. Everything was suffocating you to the point you wished that you never existed. Your hands and feet were throbbing painfully with the lack of blood flow, and you were getting lightheaded.

You needed to get out of here.

***

Jongho stood in the shower, reliving what had happened in the last hour. Cold water was pouring over his head, but he could barely feel the chill, caught up in his thoughts.

He hadn't been particularly anxious or excited when he landed, sure he was happy to see you but all he wanted when he got home was a relaxing afternoon in your arms. And after the week they had, he more than deserved it.

He wasn't exactly going above the speed limit or filled with this immense excitement of seeing you, in the week apart he hadn't exactly felt that deep longing that was described in books and movies. Perhaps it had been because he was so busy. he hadn't gotten the opportunity.

But it wasn't like he wasn't looking forward to it, because he was. You had become such a regular part in his life, it felt weird not to wake up beside you and it took a while getting used to sleeping without the sounds of you or the dogs breathing.

The others had already gone to their own places, San hadn't even gotten on the plane back with them since he had a mission elsewhere and Hongjoong rode home with him. Right before they were about to part ways, Hongjoong insisted that he stop by to say hello to his wife before leaving.

Jongho had protested at first but then finally relented, seeing as how his hyung wasn't planning on letting him go home without seeing Bongsoon. Which didn't even make any sense, didn't married couples want to spend more time together and have some sort of dramatic reunion?

The guilty face was the first thing he found out of the ordinary, his noona was staring at him with a remorseful expression and he found himself wondering just what he had walked into.

"Jongho....there's something you need to know."

With each word that came out her mouth, his heart sank lower and lower until it finally disappeared into that growing pit in his stomach. Hongjoong had tried to comfort him by placing a hand on his shoulder, but he was quick to shrug out of it.

He didn't even meet their eyes when he told them he had to go and take a shower.

When he entered the house, he wandered through it like a zombie, heading straight for the bathroom without bothering to look through the bedroom. He heard deafening silence as soon as he entered and his heart sunk, knowing that the dogs weren't there anymore.

Through the glass doors of the shower, he caught his own reflection in the mirror and his eyes zeroed in on the marks you had left on his neck and chest. They still hadn't faded.

He glanced down at the chain in his hand, the turtle charm dangling from his palm. He must have forgotten to set it aside before he entered the shower.

Suddenly, all the longing hit him at once, feeling like a painful punch to the gut.

One tear fell.

And then the rest.

No one was in the house to hear Jongho soft sobs echo through the empty halls.

***

It had been two months.

Two months since you frantically showed up at Jaemin's house, telling him to look after Geon, Killeo and Skai while you had to do something. You told him that you'd be leaving town for a while and completely freaked him out with the way you were behaving.

It had taken a lot of begging and crying for him to stop asking questions and then you disappeared.

You lived in your parent’s summer home for a month before flying out to see them. You had lied and told them you were taking a semester off, telling them that you had gotten into a car accident and wanted to just relax for a while.

They believed you, knowing that you wouldn't have taken a huge break unless you had to.

It was better than you expected, you spent a lot of time with your parents, working with your father on his garden and with your mother in the kitchen. Of course, it got boring at times when you had nothing to do but lounge on the couch and even though you didn't mean to, often you found yourself wondering about Jongho.

A part of you was sad that you didn't get to tell him anything, you regretted not seeing him one last time at least and getting some closure but you also knew it was probably for the best.

You hadn't contacted anyone from back home yet, only the university to tell them you'd be taking some time off due to urgent circumstances. You wondered about Jaemin and Renjun, the way you had said goodbye no doubt made them panic and you felt guilty about leaving your pets with them.

And what about your three babies? You missed them dearly.

You knew this wouldn't hold up forever, you would only be able to lounge around for another month at most and then your parents would demand that you go back to university. Would you be able to? If Ateez handled the problem, then would they even be able to find you?

Those questions would answer themselves sooner than you expected.

The day was as mundane as ever. You had woken up late and groggily stumbled from your room, not bothering to change out of your pyjamas to go and lay down on the sofa, switching on the tv to watch the new show you were binging.

Your mother gave you breakfast, and you smiled at her; if you had been back at university breakfast would have been choked down on the way to the bus stop while you tried to get kibble out of your shoe that you accidentally dropped. You missed living with your parents and ended up treasuring these small things more than you realized.

Around lunch time, just as you were trying to decide between going out for a walk or taking a nap, your father came to the living room.

"(Y/N) someone's at the door for you."

You froze.

Is this the part where you die? Oh god, what about your parents? Would they spare your parents who had no idea of all of this?

"Who?"

He just shrugged, pointing at the hall, "I don't know, some Bongsoon, says she's Hong-something's wife. Are your friends already married?"

This was a conversation; you really didn't have time for. Feeling like you were walking into a trap, you cautiously stepped towards the front door and when you opened it, you were surprised to see that your dad was right. Bongsoon stood in front of you, looking like she hadn't slept in weeks.

"Whoa--What's going on?" You asked and bit your tongue when he eyes watered. She looked more put together while drunk but her hair was a mess and her skin seemed to have lost the glow it usually had.

Instead of her usual classy clothes and shoes, she was wearing a pair of sneakers and loose-fitting clothes. You could see her unkempt and tangled hair underneath a cap and a facemask was tucked underneath her chin. She looked like you had when you had rushed to the airport after leaving.

Bongsoon tried to hold herself together, but it seemed like all she could do was quieten her cries as tears began streaming down her face. You stayed by the door, unsure of what to do or why she was even here.

"(Y/N), I need your help."

Your brows furrowed together, "What do you mean?"

"(Y/N), the deal with BtoB. We were ambushed. They took them, everyone, and in a couple days they're gonna kill them. Some of our men even turned on us. I don't have anyone else to ask except you."

"What good can I do?"

"I know where they're holding them. They're waiting for their leader to come back to the country before they kill them. We need to ambush them first. I need your skills as a shooter."

Your eyes widened and you took a step back, grasping the handle of the door and ready to slam it in her face. She reacted fast, holding the door open and the look in her eyes turned a little panicked.

"(Y/N) please! I know I'm selfish for asking this. I know I'm the worst for asking you to come back here and for you to be a part of this, but I can't trust anyone. If we don't do something in the next three days, everyone will die." She wept, trying to wipe her tears on the sleeve of her jacket.

Your heart stuttered at that. Everyone from Ateez would die. Jongho would be killed.

You wanted to be selfish, you wanted to close the door and pretend like this had never happened. All this while, whenever you had held a gun in your hands or even thought about participating, you were filled with dread and guilt.

Now you were feeling the same way about trying to refuse this.

You didn't have the time to think about it, in three days Jongho's head would be on a chopping block and you just knew in your bones that if you were sitting on your couch while it happened, you would never forgive yourself.

You sighed grimly, accepting defeat, "What do I have to do?"

***

After landing, the two of you embarked upon your mission together. You spent the next day in her house, coming up with a plan and then finding the weapons that Hongjoong had stashed around the house.

You practiced with a rifle that reloaded on its own and trying to shoot in different positions at moving targets while Bongsoon who was just an amateur just tried to shoot a regular gun at a target.

It took a while for both of you to become comfortable but with your teaching, she was able to pick up fast. You didn't have time to waste on incompetency anyway.

Bongsoon told you that Ateez were being held at a warehouse in BtoB territory at the other side of town. Her plan was to have you set up on a neighbouring rooftop and ready to shoot them.

One problem was that there was a part of the warehouse that wasn't exposed to your line of sight. Which meant that she would have to go inside and take care of them herself. You didn't like that idea but really, what choice did you have? It was the two of you against the rest of them. You just hoped that she knew was she was doing.

Another problem was that all the members weren't here yet. They'd show up eventually after dark for Ateez's "execution" but until then you'd have to wait. If there was one thing you knew about this life was that if you cut one head, another was to grow in its place.

This wouldn't end unless you severed all the heads at one.

You concealed the rifle in a violin case and you both even took the public bus there, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. You both arrived there while the sun was still high, none of members were outside.

You both snuck onto the roof and began setting up, before waiting for dark to come. It felt like it couldn't come sooner but with each second that ticked by the anxiety in your stomach began growing.

When the sun began setting, you started praying to anyone who might be listening for this to work.

And then finally, it was dark. The black sky cast shade over everything, and the warehouse was concealed due to the lack of streetlights. Eventually, you both heard the cars and peeked over the ledge to see large black cars pull up to the location. A couple members exited from each car before entering.

You took a deep breath and spared a glance at Bongsoon. She gave you the most reassuring smile she could manage before holding your hands in a shaky grip.

"Whatever happens. I just want to thank you for everything." She whispered, "If anything goes wrong, I want you to hide your face, shoot everyone that stands in your way and get the hell out of here."

You nodded, acting like you understood but it was likely that if something went wrong, you'd be killed before you even made it back on the ground. At this point, you were just glad that you said a proper goodbye to your parents.

You watched Bongsoon sneak behind the warehouse with a gun in her hands and even after she disappeared from your vision you could hear her shallow breaths through the earpiece, she had given you. It was what she would use to give you the signal to shoot.

You glanced at the open windows, counting each man that you could see. You had a little visual access to Ateez where you saw them chained and kneeling. You hoped they weren't hurt too badly.

The more you waited the more anxious you got. What if you couldn't hear her? What if she got ambushed before giving you the signal? What if one of the members got shot in the crossfire?

Your head was filling up with scenarios, each more plausible than the last until you finally heard her signal and the finger that you had been resting on the trigger twitched before you heard the shot ring out and the window shatter.

Your heart was still beating madly in your chest, like whenever you had to give a presentation or speak to a professor or the dean, but it was like your precision had never been better. You didn't hesitate like you did before, you didn't recheck your shots to make sure they had landed.

You had the calculation of a mafia member and that both terrified and excited you.

You noticed Bongsoon fighting off one of the members before shooting him and you shot another one right behind him. Before long she told you that there was no one else standing and that you had won.

You practically collapsed from relief, rechecking the outside to make sure no one else was there before unloading the gun and running out of the building to meet her inside.

The second you entered you were enveloped in a hug. Bongsoon squeezed you tightly, giggling in your ear as she whispered praises and ‘thank you’s. You held her for a while before she went to her husband’s side.

The others smiled at you, helping each other get up and your eyes scanned over them before landing on the familiar red head and it was like the world stopped. Everything had solved itself in the moment you locked eyes with Jongho, and you felt so relieved and happy that you had been here.

Jongho looked a little beat up, but he was standing and that was all that mattered. You thought he'd be upset, angry even but his eyes told you a thousand things he'd never even be able to put into words. He was relieved to see you here too and the smallest smile pulled on his face.

Everyone watched between you two, expecting a dramatic couple’s reunion where you jumped into his arms and kissed like a cheesy movie.

You were more than surprised when you were caught in a hug by another man.

"Oh my god, 16!" San cried out, spinning you around in a hug, "I knew you'd come for me! Actually, I didn't, it's weird that you're here but I just knew we made a connection that day! And now you've saved my life!"

"You two know each other?"

"We met while we were waiting for our connecting flights a couple months ago." San explained, finally setting you down and you pushed his arms off you, but he quickly pulled you into a side hug, "My little friend here was so depressed because of some boyfriend she broke up with and we had a heart to heart."

"Um, San?" You spoke up from where you were trapped underneath his arm, "You know that boyfriend I was talking about?"

"Uh huh, poor guy really to lose such a great catch like you."

"He's standing right in front of you."

And everyone chuckled as San's expression dropped when Jongho raised his hand like the teacher was calling on him with the most unamused look on his face. San's arm loosened around you, and you immediately went to Jongho's arms, sighing in content when he hugged you tightly.

"That actually makes more sense."

***

You both groaned in unison as Jongho rolled his hips against you. The sheets pulled around the two of you was the reason that rivulets of sweat were rolling down your sides and down his back but something about it made this feel more intimate.

Or maybe it was the way he was pressing your intertwined hands to the mattress, kissing your lips with each thrust. Your orgasm built slowly, the tension in your lower stomach tightening gently.

Jongho pulled away from the kiss to mark down your neck and to your breasts, tongue laving over the marks he had left a couple rounds ago.

Jongho felt your fluttering walls tighten around him and groaned, "Fuck, I love you so much."

"I'm so close." You whispered and he picked up the pace a little, wanting to go over the edge with you and you moaned, tightening your grip on his hands.

"Cum with me." He murmured, kissing you again and you moaned into his mouth as you finally collapsed over the edge, seeing stars as you felt him fill you up.

His hands let go of yours and he fell on top of you, burying his head in your neck and your arms wrapped around his shoulder. You were both drenched in sweat and you'd no doubt have to change the sheets but for now you just wanted to lay here with him.

He lifted his head in concern when you heard you sniffle and felt your chest move up and down as you tried to control a sob, "Did I hurt you? Why are you crying?"

"I missed you so much." You confessed, ask tears streamed down your cheeks from all the emotions you felt in the last hour. You were unsure that your heart could actually handle the amount of love you had for me.

The expression on his face softened and he leaned up to kiss you soundly, wiping away the tears and even chuckling when you sobbed a little pathetically against his mouth.

"I missed you too. Never leave me like that again." He whispered, peppering kisses over your wet cheeks.

You shook your head, gently running your thumbs over his cheekbones, tearing up again from just how much you were in love with this man, "I won't. I love you too much for that."

***

"(Y/N) (L/N)!"

You couldn't help the wide grin on your face as your friends exploded into cheers as you walked on the stage to receive your diploma. Jaemin was screaming his lungs out, just as you had done when he was called.

You smiled shyly at Ateez that were clapping for you before stealing a glance at your boyfriend. Jongho was beaming with pride, and it had your heart fluttering in your chest. After taking a picture with the dean while she teased you about having quite the fan club you descended the stage to meet up with them.

Jaemin caught you in a hug first, bonking his graduation cap against your head and you laughed before turning to the rest of them. Jongho smiled sweetly at you, handing you a bouquet of flowers and you hugged him as a thank you.

"I'm really proud of you, baby." He murmured just as you sat down, and you smiled at him before intertwining your fingers.

"Me too, baby." Jaemin called out and you laughed at the irritated expression that crossed his face. Ever since you had introduced your boyfriend to your best friend, he realized that Jongho was easy to make jealous and was also quite funny when irritated, like Renjun.

You managed to distract Jaemin from trying to piss him off even more when you noticed it was going to be Renjun's turn next. You both cleared your throats, waiting eagerly for his name to get called out before you launched to your feet, screaming and hollering so hard that your throat would be sore.

("Bet she never screams your name that way.": Wooyoung)

"THAT'S MY SON!" You both screamed and as embarrassing as it was for you it was all worth it when you saw his face turn red as he bowed his head in apology before stomping over to the two of you to smack you.

As you all were leaving the school, you quickly rushed over to Jongho's car and pulled out your gift to the boys.

"In honour of our graduation, let's get drunk tonight." You smiled, holding out the bottle of vodka and they grinned wide, cheering loudly. You spared a glance at Jongho and felt kind of bad actually, he always looked so lost whenever the three of you were together.

"I don't know how much I like the idea of you getting drunk with two guys who are not me." He muttered in your ear just as you were parting with them, promising to meet up in a couple of hours after you had lunch with your parents that were flying in this afternoon.

"Don't worry, they're not men. They're like little chihuahuas." You giggled and he have you an unimpressed frown.

"You pretty much said the same thing about me."

"I said you were a guard dog, meaning you'd eat tiny babies like them for breakfast."

He still frowned, knowing you'd break with those adorable pouty lips and begging eyes and while your heart did flutter, and it took you every ounce of self-control to keep your ovaries from doing loops.

You reached across the centre console to place a kiss on the corner of lips, quite literally kissing the frown off his face before whispering something in his ear that had him smirking.

"Play nice and you can eat me for breakfast instead."

*Chi-maek -- Chicken and beer

*Hui jia-- Go home

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highflyerwings · 3 years ago

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It's me bothering you again and again as it is now my hobby

I'm rewatching TDJ and must ask, have you given any thought to Gaon's ex-classmate and friend aka Prosecutor Park who gave Gaon the file on the investigation into Doh Youngchoon in ep 8?

(Sorry I don't have an screenshot)

I love it when you bother me. I'm not even kidding. Hobbies are great. Everyone should have one.

You sent this to me a day or two ago, and I'm just now having the time to respond to it. But when I tell you the timing of your ask was impeccable, because i had LITERALLY just thought about him hours before you sent it.

I don't know what made me think about him. But I remember thinking on my last rewatch when that scene came up, that he had a very different idea about the meeting than Gaon did.

That boy thought this was his shot.

He maybe didn't think it was a date date, but he thought, oh this is my chance. Gaon. THEE Gaon wants to meet up. And he's smart enough to know it was for "business" probably, but he also was hopeful enough to think "but it could be more."

Look at him waiting so patiently for Gaon to show up for their date meeting.

He's so cute and precious, and it makes me curious to know the reasoning why Gaon called on him specifically. Was it because he knew he had the connections to get the information Gaon needed? Or was it because Gaon knew he had a little bit of a crush, and it would be easier to get the information from him than anyone else?

It could go either way, tbh.

Because just now rewatching the scene, Prosecutor Park came with an ulterior motive as well. He came asking for autographs to hand out to people. Good for him. If you can't get a piece of that ass, at least get a little reward off a celeb's autograph, you know? We'll ignore that was the least smooth move for him to make if he really DID think this could potentially lead to anything more. Because look at him. He might be cute, he may be smart, but he a little goofy.

BUT...This guy didn't even know the reason Gaon wanted to meet to begin with. Gaon didn't ask for "the favor" until after he got there.

Which brings me back to my point. Rewatching the scene just now, a thing stood out to me that hadn't on previous rewatches. Like I said before, Gaon took a little lesson from Yohan. Gaon was never one to use people quite that casually. Gaon was never so cavalier in his dealings with people. Or maybe he was at one point, but had developed a complex about it, a guilt that he didn't have before Jongho or Soohyun's conscience infiltrated his thoughts.

But this was specifically a Yohan move. You can see it in Gaon's face. You can see the moment he chooses to use this guy, because he's a little bit surprised to hear Park say he's successful. He's a little bit surprised to see how eager he is to utilize Gaon's celebrity. But there was a conscious decision that was made, and it's so interesting how that diverged from the polite and humble Gaon we'd seen up to that point.

You can see it in his face. He knows he's taking advantage of his position, and there might be a little shame in that, but not nearly enough to make him stop what he's doing.

Anyways. I think Prosecutor Park had a little bit of a crush, and Gaon took advantage of that, and honestly it seems to have worked out okay for both of them in some aspect. Gaon got the information he was asking for, and Park at least got his autographs (while he flirted a little watching Gaon write them out for him).

#the devil judge #kim gaon #gaon said 'FINE i'll try it i'll TRY i'll use my assets to get what i want fINE GEEZ'#like he only felt a LITTLE bad about it

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lovesanmotion · 4 years ago

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Horizon - Kim Hongjoong

💌 This is: Requested

summary: in which a pirate!hongjoong falls in love with mermaid!reader after saving him

Taglist: @yunhobabygurl @atiny-chocolate-chip @minhyukmyluv

Hongjoong stared at the calm blue sea before him. Standing on the bow with his hands placed on the wood, he smelt of saltwater and gun powder. His eyes took in both ends of the vast horizon before darting his orbs on the orange sun setting.

This is his life. Hongjoong loves the waters, it calms him down and his feeling is different than when on land. Speaking of land, when was even the last time they docked in a sandy shore? But that would be too risky for him at the moment. He'd never know when an enemy would be docked on the other side as well, never know when they would be ambushed. He could not afford to lose his men. Ironically, Hongjoong thought of himself to be married to the seas and war.

"Captain!" Someone shouted a top from the crow's nest. Pulling him away from his thoughts, Hongjoong walked down and stood beside the pole.

"Well? What do you see? I don't have all day!" Hongjoong shouted. His first mate, Jongho, stretched his arm out and pointed his index finger towards south. As Hongjoong turned to look at where he was pointing, it was another ship that was following them. But it wasn't just any other ship. It was-

"Those bastards don't even know how to respect their elders." Hongjoong grits his teeth, pulling out his wooden pistol.

"What are your orders, captain?" San spoke, standing beside Hongjoong who brandished his rifle.

"Secure Aurora." Aurora. The name Hongjoong blessed the ship with. At first, he thought it was ridiculous to name a vehicle, but then later, he found it quite useful and thought that the name didn't sound bad. Rather, he liked it.

And the men scrambled. Seonghwa took out the bombs and louded them in, Mingi and San hiding between barrels with their rifles already aimed at the ship besides them, Yunho stirred the ship away before it could collide, but his attempt to stir it in a different direction failed and a group of pirates crawled a top of their ship. The one calm seas and skies turned vehement, the ship wobbling from left to right. Hongjoong kept shooting his pistol, taking steps backwards until on his last step did he lose his balance, knocking the back of his head before falling in the ocean.

Crash! He felt light and cold in the water. He felt his fingers loosening their grip on his gun, he tried to hold it tighter but it was no use. He could feel his eyelids slowly falling down on him. 'Is this really the end?' He thought to himself, but from afar, he noticed a rather large fish swimming towards him. And as it kept swimming to him, he realized that it wasn't a fish. It was too big to be called a fish. It was what they call, a mermaid. Black hair with a red tail, the mermaid swam towards him until he came face to face with the mermaid.

He didn't really believed it sea creatures when he started sailing the seven seas. He too, thought it was some old wives' tales to keep their children from doing foolish things but now that he came face to face with a mermaid. He finally believed in them now, and he found the mermaid really pretty. Too pretty that he closed his eyes as the mermaid leaned closer and placed her lips on his lips.

"Hongjoong!"

His eyes shot open and stared at the seven men that had their faces peering at him. Where was he? Immediately sitting up, he noticed that the ship was docked in an island, his hands feeling the sand and the gun just beside him.

"Where is she?" He asked, immediately standing on his feet and walking through the water.

"She?" Wooyoung asks, eyebrow raised.

"What are you talking about?" Seonghwa asks as he stood behind him, slowly placing a hand on his shoulder. However, Hongjoong turned around and faced them.

"A mermaid saved me." He said. But seven eyes continued to stare at him like he was going crazy. Until Yeosang shook his head. "There was no mermaid, captain. We found you laying here on this shore." Hongjoong's eyebrows furrowed. That couldn't be right, he knew what he saw and believed in it. The moment felt real, her lips felt real. It was all too real to be an imagination.

"C'mon, lets head back. I guess you swallowed too much seawater. I'll make tea for you to clear your head." Seonghwa said before going back to the ship.

Before Hongjoong could enter back in the ship, he took one last look and then getting in.

But the following day was no good. Hongjoong stayed in the bow and kept looking at the sea. He would never admit it, but he wanted to see her again. Be able to feel her, touch her-

"Captain!" Jongho ran down from the crow's nest and stood beside him. "A storm is coming. I suggest we stop by on a nearby island. Yunho and Seonghwa would be needing to get more supplies." Mindlessly, Hongjoong just nodded his head and continued to look at the ocean.

That night, Hongjoong couldn't sleep. Whenever he closed his eyes, he would only see her again in front of him. He takes out his pocket watch and checked the time: 1:23 am. Great, it was past midnight already. Hongjoong looked out at the window of his cabin. Outside, his view was nothing but the dark skies, rocks in the shore and tall coconut and banana trees. Watching as the waves pull and crash on the sandy shores, he noticed a red tail perched on top of a rock. His heart leaped inside his chest, leaning his face more onto his window, he watched as her hair sway to the cold breeze of the night.

It was her. He has founder her again. Slipping on his boots, Hongjoong crept out of his cabin quietly, careful not to disturb the other boys and out of the ship he went. Slowly, he walked behind her, but the heel of his boot caught stuck in the sand and made a squeek sound. The mermaid turned her head and gasped at the sight of him, jumping back to the water.

"Hey! Come back!" Hongjoong said, lifting his leg up and following after you. "Don't go" He whispered. Shyly, you poked your head out behind the rock and looked up at him.

"I just wanted to thank you for saving me" He starts to say, scratching the back of his head as he has never felt this awkward and embarrassed before, let alone, on a girl.

"And, uh, what do they call you?" He asks, taking a seat on top of a rock and patting the space besides him. Cautiosly, you swam closer to him and sat beside him. Your cold body heating up as you have never been this close to a boy before, may it be human too.

"....y/n" you mumbled your name lowly.

"Y/N...I have a feeling that we'll be seeing each other more often" Hongjoong says, turning his head to smile at you. While talking to you, Hongjoong listened how the king forbade the mermaids and mermans from going up the shore and speaking to humans, that the kingdom of Atlantica really does exist and is situated in the very bottom of the ocean and how sea creatures are really able to talk.

"I have to go back now, they might wonder where I've gone" you said, slipping out of the rock and back into the water.

"Before you go" Hongjoong says, taking out the ring on his ring finger, a skull with red rubies as eyes. "I want you to have this" He says. Knowing that you didn't know what it was, he took your head and slipped it on your finger. "It's something to remember me by" He says. Watching that pink tint on your cheeks, he watches you emerge back in the water.

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 (𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞!𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐠) 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎! 𝙺𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚎𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐× 𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎! 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚘 (𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣)× 𝚂𝚙𝚢! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎)

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝚞

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙻𝚒𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙺𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚎𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐....𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟻.𝟻𝙺

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙾𝚛𝚊𝚕 (𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝*𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 (𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗), 𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢.

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @little-precious-baby @multidreams-and-desires

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The lieutenant ran his fingers across his hair, letting out an exasperated sigh as he paced back and forth around the desk. His eyes would sometimes look back at the young woman sitting in the chair across the desk, arms crossed, leg draped over the other and a stoic facial expression that had been plastered on since the moment they caught her.

It wasn't an easy task. She nearly slipped out of their hands like most of her colleagues did, but not this time. This time they were finally able to catch one of their enemies and they were going to make use of it through interrogation.

The problem?

There was nothing that would make her budge. The other sergeants and officers already put her through the grueling process of locking her up in solitary confinement, used menacing intimidation and even threatened to kill her on the spot, which did result in finally getting a reaction out of her, an amused smirk on her lips.

"You're not going to kill me. You need me, no matter what way you look at it. If you finish me off, you won't be any closer to finding out what we're planning. But please, feel free to pull the trigger if you wish."

She was smart, too smart, too loyal and to stubborn to say anything other than mock teasing and sarcastic comments to all members of the police force. The chief of police was so tired and irked by her uncooperative attitude and the ineptitude of his subordinates that he delegated the task of breaking her to the two men whom he knew would definitely get the job done:

Captain Kang and Lieutenant Choi.

They both knew they were up against a hard headed individual, but even she was testing their patience. The lieutenant was already tired and ready to punch that pretty face of hers, while the captain was still sitting on the couch next to her, silently observing her every move and facial expression, or lack of one, to see anything that might give something away. But even he admitted to himself that he was quite impressed by her devotion to her gang.

He was broken out of his trance when he heard the lieutenant punch the wood desk in front of him.

"That's it! I'm sick and tired of you little vixen being so stubborn! I'll get the answers out of you one way or another!"

When he began marching over to her, the captain immediately got up and held him back.

"Jongho! Stop. We're not supposed to lay any hands on a suspect." Yeosang calmly reminded him.

"I don't give a fuck right now Yeosang! Hongjoong told us to get the job done by any means necessary and I'm honestly not above beating the crap out of a cold blooded killer like her."

The killer in question let out a scoff and rolled her eyes.

"You call us cold blooded killers, but how many times have your subordinates shot people right on the spot before even confirming it was the right target?"

Both of the men looked over at her, their faces looking somewhat ashamed.

"Exactly what I thought." She concluded her point.

Jongho was going to say something, but Yeosang hushed him.

"Let me handle this for a moment."

Jongho shook his head and went to go slump down on the couch, exhausted from dealing with the suspect after 4 long hours. Yeosang calmly went to stand right in front of her. As opposed to sitting on the chair behind the desk, he casually hopped on top of it and let his legs swing on the air.

"Y/N, is it?" He tilted his head.

"So the folder says right?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Pretty name nonetheless."

His smile caught her off guard. He, like her, had a usually cool and collected expression, so to see him suddenly show emotion kinda startled her. Yeosang folded his hands across his lap.

"Now then my dear Y/N, you've been here for nearly 2 weeks now. I'm sure you, like most of my men here, are exhausted and utterly tired from all these....negotiations."

She held back from saying anything. She wouldn't necessarily call it negotiations if it was all very ine sided and they just seemed to throw threats at her left and right.

"So...tell me, what is it going to take for you to talk? Hmm?"

Yeosang batted his eyelashes at her, looking at her with such an intense gaze that burned a hole in her skin. She felt herself flush. He was remarkably good looking, and that formal attire wasn't helping. Noticing that he was indeed affecting her, Yeosang smirked and got off the desk.

"Tell me....is there something you want in exchange?"

His hands were placed behind his back as he rounded up behind her, eyes bearing down on her, catching sight of the cleavage peeking out from the beige trench coat she was wearing. Unconsciously, he licked his lips as a dangerous yet thrilling idea popped into his head. Placing his hands on her shoulders and rubbing them gently, Yeosang bent his head down to whisper in her ear.

"Come on doll, everyone cracks at one point or another.......so what's it going to be for you to put that pretty mouth of yours to work?"

She involuntarily shivered at his deep voice, which he purposefully lowered to produce a bigger effect on her. Dragging his lips down the side of her neck, his fingers began undoing the belt across her coat. The suspect looked down and panicked as she remembered that she wasn't wearing any actual clothes under it, only a black lingerie set consisting of a bra, panties and fishnet thigh thighs with a garter belt, a naughty little secret that Yeosang soon found out about it.

"Oh god, you kinky little girl." He chuckled as he placed hot, open mouth kisses on her shoulder.

"Ummm....Yeosang? We're not supposed to-...."

Jongho's tense voice reminded them both that they weren't alone.

"I know, not supposed to lay a finger on a suspects. But as you said, Hongjoong gave us permission to get her talking by any means necessary..."

Yeosang looked back at his partner as he began to turn Y/N's chair so he could get a glimpse of her.

"Now look at this pretty little doll and tell me you don't want to put your hands on her."

Jongho's eyes widened when he saw her undergarments on display, a tent immediately growing on his pants that made him feel embarrassed.

"Bloody hell..." Jongho bit his lips.

Agreeing with him, Yeosang turned his attention back to the young woman in the chair.

"Now babydoll, I'm going to say this once again: are you going to start talking or should my partner and I break you?"

The spy let out a dry laugh.

"You'll never break me."

Both Yeosang and Jongho glanced at each other, smirking at her answer.

"Is that a challenge? Fine. Have it your way."

Not knowing how he did, Y/N soon found herself on top of the desk in the blink of an eye, coat dropped to the floor, legs spread with Yeosang in between them. His delicate fingers held her chin up as he kissed her roughly. He slapped the bare skin of her thigh when she tried to push him away, eliciting a sharp whine from her. Moving his fingers to harshly squeeze her cheeks, Yeosang growled as he bit down on her lip.

"Open your mouth." He commanded her.

When she yet again refused, he slapped her once again on the same spot he had hit previously, this time with more force. Taking advantage of her parted lips, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, one hand going to the back of her head and pulling her hair back so he could explore her mouth even deeper.

Meanwhile Jongho was squirming in his seat, hand restlessly palming in between his legs.

"Hyung....can't I at least see?" He complained as the older male's body prevented him from seeing the scantily clad woman.

"You'll get your turn eventually Jongho. I'm simply warming up our suspect first."

Yeosang dragged his mouth down her neck, suckling at her soft skin til he was sure to leave bruises plastered for the days to come. Y/N gasped when he suddenly slipped a hand inside her panties, hand palming at her folds, feeling all the arousal she had already produced.

"You're being very cooperative so far doll." Yeosang pecked her lips and chuckled darkly.

"Even if I did have to get a little rough."

Moving aside so Jongho could get a clear view, Yeosang began to strip off the remaining clothing off her til she sat there naked in front of the two men who were still in their uniforms. Feeling shy at being exposed in front of the two authority figures, she quickly clenched her thighs shut and wrapped her arms around her chest. Frowning at her actions, Yeosang pulled her arms away.

"Hey, baby, no. We're having none of that. Don't make me get the handcuffs."

She let out a shameless moan, her tight hole clenching around nothing as she pictured them bending her over the desk and binding her arms behind her.

"Hyung, I think she'd like that." Jongho didn't miss the way she reacted, a snort coming out of his nose.

"As much as I'd like that, I wanna see her be a good girl for us, cause she can be. Right doll? You can be a good girl for us right?"

Y/N wanted to do the exact opposite, disobey them and be the bad girl she knew she was. She looked over at Yeosang with a defiant look that seemed to ask 'try me', which he noticed. When she was about to speak, he quickly shushed her when he cupped her soaked heat, thumb circling her clit, causing her to let out a choked gasp.

"There now, you see you can be a good girl."

With his thumb not leaving her clit, 2 fingers began probing at her entrance, testing the waters before pushing them inside her. Y/N threw her head back and hummed erotically at the way Yeosang worked his fingers inside her, curling the tips to brush against her sweet spot.

"God Jongho she's so wet and tight."

Jongho let out a moan, the hand that was wrapped around the base of his thick and girthy cock pumping faster, thumb playing with his slit.

"Fuck. I can't wait to be inside her, I bet she'll hug our cocks very nicely." He groaned.

Yeosang sped up his movements, fingers circling in and out of her.

"I can't wait to taste her. Shit."

Y/N squeaked loudly when Yeosang dropped to his knees and attached his lips to her clit, slurping and sucking at it, tongue toying around with it as he pleased. He alternated between giving it kitten licks before covering it entirely with his mouth, tongue lapping at her bud as if it was his last meal. It is too much for her, having his long fingers pumping in and out of her at an incredible speed while his mouth was focused on playing around with her clit.

"Hyung I think she's going to cum." Jongho pointed out, fascinated by the scene taking place in front of him.

Humming into her mound, Yeosang smirked before stuffing a third finger in, effectively sending her over the edge as she began cumming on his face and fingers. He let out an accomplished sigh as he pulled his fingers out of her and spread her folds apart to place his mouth on her dripping hole, collecting every last bit of her juices.

Although she was worn out, she had no time to rest as Yeosang picked her up and began carrying her over to the couch, placing her on Jongho's lap.

"She's all yours for now Lieutenant. I suggest you behave darling, he's known for getting a little rough." Yeosang winked at her.

Y/N looked down at the dark haired male, his deep brown eyes staring at her with intense lust and want. Her eyes took in his arms, the sleeves of his white dress shirt were rolled up past his elbows, but even underneath the fabric, she could see his muscles poking out, threatening to tear through the shirt. He was big, and it made her wonder how it would feel to have those strong arms hoist her up into the wall and fuck the living daylights out of her. Before she could even finish that fantasy, her gaze traveled further down and noticed how ridiculously thick his thighs were....

And she was straddling them right at that moment.

Noticing where she was looking at, Jongho let out an amused laugh.

"You like them baby?"

She nodded immediately, hand reaching down to grip one of them. His muscles were no joke and when he flexed his thigh, she felt herself get heated once more. Understanding what the situation was, Jongho leaned in and ran his thumb across her bottom lip.

"Wanna ride my thigh babygirl?"

Seeing her eyes sparkle at his suggestion, Jongho couldn't help but mutter to himself how cute she was. Setting her down next to him, he quickly pulled his pants down, leaving himself only in his boxer briefs. Y/N was practically drooling at the sight of his thighs. They were even better than she imagined. Jongho patted them.

"Take your pick love."

Y/N scrambled to sit up and hoist one leg over the thigh nearest to her. Jongho's large hands gripped her hips, eyes looking up at her.

"Go ahead. Fuck yourself on my thigh babygirl."

Jongho watched in amazement as she began grinding her hips down onto him, the slick of her previous orgasm coating his skin. He couldn't keep his hands to himself as they went from her hips down to cup her ass, squeezing her cheeks apart and then harshly pinching them. One hand even came up then came back down to slap her thigh harshly, making Y/N yelp.

"I said fuck yourself on my thigh. Can't even do that? Is that too much for a dumb slut like you?" He mocked her.

Her hands held onto his shoulders as she began to rut herself faster on his thigh, desperate to chase the high was fast approaching her once more. Jongho's hand slapped her ass once more.

"That's it. Just like that. Fuck yourself on my thigh like the horny little bitch you are."

He slapped her 3 more times before he opened his mouth and took one of her breasts inside it. His tongue swirled around her nipple before sucking on it. Feeling a little more sadistic, he actually placed much of her breasts in his mouth before sinking his teeth down, causing her to let out more than a couple shrieks at his rough treatment.

"Oh shut up you know you like it you whore." He said as he slapped her chest with full force, her breasts bouncing from the hit.

She never thought she'd ever get turned on by such disrespect but here she was, fucking herself on a detective's thigh as his hands were either slapping her ass or tits and his mouth left bites across her chest, slurping away at her succulent nipples.

"You gonna cum you little bitch? Cum again like the slut you are? I bet you are."

Jongho flexed his thigh as he felt her speed up her movements. His hands grabbed both of her tits and pressed them together. Dipping his head low, he sucked both of them into his mouth, unashamedly letting out loud suckling sounds as he worked her towards her second high. With her head thrown back, Y/N quivered on top of Jongho. With a loud popping sound, he released his hold on her boobs to grip her thighs and keep her from falling onto the floor. He kept pushing his thigh up into her, fucking her through her high, tears spilling out from how sensitive she was.

"You wanted to cum and making sure you cum as much as you can. Make a mess on my thigh."

Jongho watched as a thin trail of slick rolled off his thigh and onto the carpet under his feet. His hands still bounced the girl on top of him until her breathing calmed down.

"That's a good little bitch." He giggled softly, staring proudly at his work in front of him.

Turning back towards the desk, Jongho looked at Yeosang who by this time had already stripped himself completely of his attire.

"What do we do with her now?" Jongho waited for instructions.

With a mischievous grin, Yeosang beckoned both of them over with his finger.

"Bring her over here. It's our turn to have a little fun."

Getting the hint, Jongho effortlessly picked her up as if she weighed nothing. He delicately carried her over to the desk, peppering butterfly kisses on her face, getting her guard down for the moment. When she was relaxed, he immediately slammed her down onto the desk, her body jolting up from how hard she fell back. Yeosang looked back at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Jongho, she's still a material witness. Try not to break our only piece of evidence please."

Jongho scoffed.

"We're literally about to make a mess all over her body and then fuck her dumb, I doubt there's no way we can't not break her. Besides....."

He looked down at her flustered figure, hand caressing her cheek.

"The kitten here likes it rough. Why do you think her claws haven't retracted yet?"

Giving her cheek a little pat, Jongho began untying his tie, loosening it up before throwing it across the room, his shirt soon following in the similar fashion. Y/N's eyes shot wide when she saw his buff, toned body, his arms were huge and could probably crush her without breaking so much as a sweat. Her gaze was ripped away when she felt Yeosang crawl up her body, his thighs straddling her chest as his long member slapped in between the valley of her breasts.

"Let me give you a run down of how this is going to work doll. I'm going to fuck these pretty tits of yours while you make sure to suck Jongho off real good. Got it?"

Y/N obediently nodded, more than willing to let the two men use her like a mere fuck toy. Her hand gripped Yeosang's cock, spreading a bit of precum around before lightly stroking him, working him up before he fucked her tits.

"Spit on it."

Following his orders, she spat on his cock, using it as lubricant to spread all over him. Her thumb played with the head, circling around it and toying around with the slit. They were so immersed in their little world, the man next to them fuming at being forgotten. He caught her attention once again when he hit her face with his thick cock. Y/N's mouth dropped open immediately when she saw it. It was so big, bigger than anything she'd seen let alone put inside any of her holes. He teased her by sliding the tip across her face, her tongue darting out to have a little taste but he pulled back, making her whine.

"Tsk. I knew she was a hungry little cockslut." Jongho said in mock pity.

"Don't tell me you're actually going to turn down her offer of sucking you off." Yeosang knew better.

"Fuck no. But she's not just going to suck me off. I'm going to fuck that little face of hers until her lips are red and swollen. Gonna make a mess all over that pretty face of hers." He grinned evilly.

Removing her hand from his cock, Yeosang instead guided her to cup her breasts, squeezing them together before he slipped his cock in between them. Y/N kept her eyes glued on the sinful image, enjoying seeing his head poke out from her tits. As if it couldn't get better, Jongho placed his hand on her chin, guiding her face to look up and take his cock inside her mouth, barely fitting half of it inside.

"It's so warm." Jongho held back from immediately fucking her mouth.

"Makes you wonder how her pussy feels doesn't it?" Yeosang chuckled.

Looking back down at her stuffed face and chest, the men lightly cooed at her, moving some hair away from her face.

"If you want us to stop or it gets too much, just tap on Jongho's thigh 3 times ok?"

She held up a thumbs up at their words. Once she gave them the green light, they didn't hesitate to start moving, one sliding his cock back and forth between her boobs while the other pulled in and out of her mouth. Y/N worked hard to concentrate on sucking Jongho off while keeping her breasts pressed around Yeosang's cock. She felt so dirty committing all these sinful acts with these men of power, what would her gang say if they found out she got involved so intimately with the enemy? She didn't care. She was too stuffed with 2 large cocks to give 2 damns at the moment.

"Fuck- just like that baby- Oh god yes! You're doing such a good job." Jongho hissed as he pushed deeper into her mouth, grunting when he heard her gag around his length.

Unlike his more vocal partner, Yeosang was more on the quiet side, mostly letting out blissful sighs and heavy breathing, although occasionally he let out a loud groan when he rubbed against her squishy skin in a certain way. His hands moved to keep her breasts pressed against his dick, letting her take a break and steady herself on the desk underneath her for what was going to come.

Jongho was the first one to get rough. His hands held her face in place as he began furiously fucking her mouth. Y/N hollowed out her cheeks as much as she could, saliva pouring down her cheek and chin from how hard Jongho was going. She began releasing a series of whimpers which were occasionally choked out when he forced her to deep throat his entire length, her nose touching and inhaling his large balls.

Yeosang soon followed suit, his thrusts becoming more sloppy, voice now becoming louder as he felt himself cumming any minute now.

"Fuck! Oh my-"

Yeosang dug his nails into her skin from how tightly he was gripping her tits together, he began gasping as he tried to fuck himself over the edge. Jongho noticed and couldn't stop the shit eating grin on his face from appearing.

"If only you could see Hyung's face right now kitten. He looks so pathetic, whining like a little brat trying to cum all over your tits."

"Sh-shut up!" Yeosang stuttered, eyes clenched as he felt himself on the brink of his high.

"You ready to have your tits all covered in his cum? Hmm? I bet you are, Hyung is just dying to paint all over them."

No longer able to hold back, Yeosang released his hold on her breasts, one hand coming up to finish jerking himself off as his cum spurted all over her chest, some of it hitting her chin. Y/N moaned erotically when she felt his hot and sticky liquid coat her boobs. Pulling Jongho's length out of her mouth, she began to pump him to get him to spill himself as well.

"Cum on my face Lieutenant, please. Make a mess on my pretty little face."

Unable to resist her begging nor her mouth opening wide, tongue sticking out to catch his semen once it did come out, Jongho cursed loudly. His hips stuttered and Y/N closed her eyes when his cum began to shoot at her face. Her hand didn't cease to pump him until she made sure she had milked him out of all his cum. Swirling her tongue around her lips to collect more of his cum in her mouth, her hands went to her breasts, groping them and spreading more Yeosang's cum across her body. The men were left speechless at her actions.

"Holy shit." Yeosang stared in shock while Jongho snickered.

"Told you she was a dirty little slut."

Y/N couldn't help but giggle at his words.

"Guilty as charged."

Struggling to sit up, Yeosang kindly helped her out, his arms wrapping around her waist as he stared at her with loving eyes.

"You know, even with all that cum on your face, you're still very beautiful." He complimented her, giving her nose a tiny peck.

"Don't fall for her yet romeo, we still need to get her to talk and frankly...I'm not done with her yet."

Yeosang looked back at Jongho.

"Ok, so you wanna go first in pounding her sweet pussy?"

Having another idea, Jongho had a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Actually.....I was thinking about stuffing my cock inside her ass."

Y/N whipped her head back at the strong male, Yeosang also looking at him with an incredulous look, but Jongho simply shrugged.

"What? You got a thing for tits and I have a thing for ass. Who are you judging? Now if you're not going to do anything else, hand her over to me and I'll handle her."

Yeosang thought about it for a few seconds. Still holding Y/N, he picked her up and moved her to the couch, whispering something in her ear. She blushed at his suggestion, making Yeosang giggle.

"If you don't want to, that's ok." He assured her, lips kissing across her temples.

Y/N looked at Jongho, who was waiting impatiently for an answer. Cupping Yeosang's face, she kissed him softly before pulling back and nodding. Feeling content with her answer, Yeosang pointed to the spot next to them on the couch.

"Sit."

Although he was taken aback by the sudden order, Jongho nonetheless went over and sat next to the rather lovey dovey couple. Yeosang carefully lifted Y/N up and placed her on Jongho's lap.

"Be extremely gentle when entering her behind ok? It doesn't work the same as the other hole."

Jongho furrowed his eyebrows.

"Are you seriously about to give me a sex ed class right now? I know what I'm doing man."

Wetting one of his fingers, Jongho circled around Y/N's rim, gently testing at first. Slipping his finger in, he payed attention to her body movements and breathing, stopping whenever she squirmed too much or when she inhaled too sharply. Once his finger was in, he stilled in there for a few seconds before proceeding to stretch her hole out. It was a foreign sensation to her, and although it ached for a fat minute, Y/N soon found herself loving the feeling. And soon Jongho's finger wasn't enough and she craved more. Her hand reached back to grip his arm.

"Please.....more.." She pleaded with him.

Slipping his finger out, Jongho quickly positioned his thick cock at her ass, slowly sinking her down onto it. Y/N lost her voice, the noises that were supposed to come out of her mouth becoming mute as she felt overwhelmed by Jongho's cock ripping through her virgin ass.

"Easy there. Give her time to adjust." Yeosang reminded him, his hands going to her hair to caress her scalp in a tender way.

Y/N took deep and steady breaths, letting her body become adjusted to the intrusion of Jongho's cock. She lifted herself up and sank back down, experimenting for a moment to check if she was ok. Twisting her neck, she caught sight of Jongho's eyes which were silently asking her if it was all right to proceed. She nodded and with that, his hands lifted her up and sunk her back down onto his length.

"Jesus. She's so tight." He rasped out, wanting to bounce her as he liked but held back until he felt she was ready.

Y/N soon got adjusted to having him hit her from the back, but she felt like something was missing. Her hand reached down to play with her clit, but even that didn't prove to be as effective. Turning to Yeosang, she looked up at him with glossy eyes.

"Yeosang can you-?"

He looked towards where she pointed at. Getting the hint, he guided her to lean back against Jongho so it'd be easier for him to push inside of her. Locking eyes with her, he slammed his length fully in her with one swift roll of his hips, making both of them moan at that.

"H-hyung! Even I felt that!" Jongho blurted out, his hips snapping up and making Y/N bounce on his cock.

"Good. I want you both to feel as I fuck and claim this little pussy."

Draping her arms around his shoulders, Yeosang began a rather fast pace as his cock stroked deep inside of her. The room was filled with nothing but the lewd sounds of their skin slapping against one another, squealching noises from their previous spurt of liquids and the harsh breaths and pants coming out of their mouths. Jongho had his head thrown back against the wall, hands digging into the sides of Y/N's waist, swears coming out of his mouth so many times it'd put sailors to shame. Yeosang either kept his eyes glued towards where he and Y/N were connected or back up at her face, watching her face contort with pleasure as she was being fucked past her limit. Kissing her once again, he muffled both hers and his grunts, hand reaching down to rub at her clit. Y/N whimpered uncontrollably as she felt her third orgasm for the night wash over her, body shaking and quivering wildly. If she wasn't being held up by both men, she would have surely collapsed on the floor. Her walls tightened around Yeosang's length, inching him closer to his second orgasm.

"Is it ok if I cum inside you doll? Will you let me do that? Please?"

Through tears in her eyes, she quickly nodded nearly combusting for another time when Yeosang coated her inner walls with his cum, a chant of her name coming out of his mouth as he continued to thrust inside her until he came down from his high. Jongho was not far behind. Feeling her thrash on top of him and seeing Yeosang cum served to push him over the edge as well. He slammed up against Y/N as he fucked his cum up her ass, some of it leaking out and spilling onto his thighs.

"Oh god oh God Oh god!" He cried out, hips stilling when he finally stopped cumming, his body desperately gasping for air.

They all stayed quiet for a moment. Yeosang was the first to recover. Pulling out of Y/N, he then lifted her off Jongho. She grimaced at the dull sting she felt after having both of her holes used and at ached at the empty feeling afterwards. Yeosang carefully laid her on the couch while Jongho went to go get some wet tissues and hand towels they kept in the room to clean themselves and her up. After making sure she was wiped down thoroughly, Yeosang grabbed one of his coats that were hanging in the room and covered her in it. His hand lightly patted her head, fingers delicately running through her hair, a fond smile was plastered on his face. Knowing that look too well, Jongho shook his head.

"Hyung, don't get any ideas. She's still a suspect and we still have a job to do."

Getting brought back to reality, Yeosang let out a defeated sigh.

"I doubt she'll still want to talk though."

Opening her eyes, Y/N finally admitted something.

"It's not that I don't want to, it's that I'm scared."

Both men looked at her with concern.

"If I open my mouth, I know they'll come hunt me down and do god knows what for opening my mouth." She explained.

Finally understanding what she meant, both men sat down beside her.

"Y/N, you don't have to be afraid. I give you my word, not only as captain of the police force, but as me, Kang Yeosang, I promise that I won't let anything happen to you should you choose to cooperate with us. I won't let anyone hurt you."

Lifting her hand up, he placed a tender kiss on the top of it.

"I'll make sure to keep surveillance on and around you at all times and you can stay with one of us until we bring the criminals down." Jongho added as well.

Looking into their eyes, she felt comforted and safe enough to trust them. Sitting up, she clutched Yeosang's hand tightly and gave them both a dry laugh.

"Guess you guys really did break me huh?"

Both men laughed along with her.

"What can we say? We're just too good at our job."

They both sent each other a mischievous wink and smirk, before returning their gaze back to the female on the couch, ready to start listening to her story.

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pixie-cocaine · 4 years ago

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ATEEZ Reaction To: Having a wet dream about you

yourusernames: Omg can I request ATEEZ reaction to having a wet dream about their friend? (Who would start developing a crush, who would want to have a one night stand and who wouldn't care at all?) Thanks!!

A/N: These reactions are based solely off of what I think they’d do, I am in no way, shape or form, telling you that this IS how the members would handle this scenario. Like shit, I dunno the guys :/. This is a gender neutral reader reaction btw :)

(This is very explicit, you have been warned!!!)

Hongjoong ♡:

• It felt like the actual thing

• Your lips; sweet like pink lemonade and eyes staring into his with a soft sparkle that originated from his bedside lamp

• but what felt more real than anything was you

• Your scent, your taste

• Your touch...

• It was all overwhelming in the sense that he found himself breaking out of his dreaming state, breath heavy as if he’d been sprinting for hours, and a lusty sheen screening his mind from acting with any sense of rationality

• He was horny horny, dawg 💀

• I feel for that man, it’s tough...

• He could already tell that he had an...accident, before he pushed the duvet off his body due to registering the last couple twitches of his restricted cock in his shorts

• No wonder he could ‘feel’ everything so well

• He wasn’t able to sleep the rest of the night.

• Couldn’t help but begin to feel a crush blossom for you

• As y’all already know, the man gets attached to the ones he spends the most time with

• You’re no exception

• Would end up telling you about his feelings. It was eating him up inside to keep it to himself

Seonghwa ♡:

• He has no right looking this good, dawg. It literally makes me so mad lmao

• Lemme lick your face, I bet it tastes like expensive concealer and everything I’ll never have >:}

• Anywhore

• He felt feverish, even inside his dream

• It was odd; he could feel you, but he couldn’t feel you. He remembers the surreal sensation of warmth under his palms as he grabbed onto your bare ass whilst you bounced you on top of him, panting hard and clutching at his damp hair to pull his head back

• He groaned, and just as he went to switch positions, he was snapped out of his dream

• Was like “Fuckin pardon?” when he realised where he was; his empty bed, alone in his own room, no sign of you

• Frowned, pushing the covers off of him because dawg, he was heating up OwO

• Then realised the large wet spot at the front of his sweatpants

• “What the...”

• Was never the same™

• Everytime he saw you, he couldn’t help but feel that same heat in his hands, and he felt guilty about it.

• Didn’t know how to approach you about it at all. What was he supposed to say?

• “I nutted in my pants because I dreamt about doing the dirty with you”

• Just wouldn’t bring it up

• Good chance he’d catch feelings. Seonghwa builds bonds with the people he knows, it’s very easy to tell that when he cares, and he would care dearly for you. Once the chance that anything intimate between you two arises, I’m sure he’d begin to think of you romantically once you’re shown in said light.

Yunho ♡:

• Now wouldn’t a flustered Yunho be a sight? Damn...

• He loved looking down at you

• The way you smiled at him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling his bare chest into yours as you whispered how good he felt inside you, cooing out words of praise and encouragment

• It was hazy, but he can still vaguely remember how you kissed him so sweetly. How your fingers smoothed his bangs away from his eyes, and how you moaned into his ear softly with each thrust

• It was only when you cupped his cheeks and spoke, did you break him out of his dream;

• “Wake up.”

• His eyes shot open

• Only a blue ceiling stared back

• “Mmm...?” Yunho sits up and rubs his eyes roughly, already aware of the blush that paints his cheeks and nose because he can feel the heat in his face

• Said ‘What the fawk 😃’ when his brain caught up with what he just experienced, as well as the stickiness that clung to his inner thighs when he moved to go get some water

• This bitch was contemplating his whole life after that

• Is ‘UwU’ with you from then on cuz a babie caught butterfwies ;(

• Rlly bad at hiding his feelings lol, you’d catch on eventually

Yeosang ♡:

• It was messy, to say the least

• Kitchen island sex? Yup :D

• The dream wasn’t at all put into play with any sense. You guys were just... in the kitchen, when you confessed your feelings and made a move on him

• A deep kiss mixed with the pounding of nervous hearts all put Yeosang in a fever outside of his dream

• “Say you like it,” You panted, using the hand on the back of his head to push his forehead against yours while the other kept you from laying onto the island

• “I like it.. Fuck, I like it”

• “Yeah?” His hips stutter when you clench your walls around him, and in turn, he lets out a choked-off gasp

• “Y一Oh my god一Yeah...”

• Damn... he was FEELING it lmao

• Funny thing is that he slept throughout the entire dream and woke up only when his foot did a little mid-sleep spasm

• Stared at the wall while frowning for soooooo fucking long

• Whole time he said ‘ya know wot, that’s real interesting 🤔’

• Then was like “Prolly just horny 😃. oh well, time to change my underwear”

• And that’s what he chalked it up to in the end. Would maybe make a joke about it to you next time y’all hung out if he’s feeling loose enough and doesn’t mull over it for too long

San ♡:

• HEATHEN

• Hold on, lemme get a half-assed feel for the man... yes... mm-hm... ah, I see... OK!

• So, from what I can tell, San would distance himself from you slightly. Maybe.

• That night, as he lie in his bed, breath coming faster with each motion that went on in his head, he saw you in a way that he never thought would happen.

• Skin, slick with sweat and eyes like burning coals as they focused on him. There wasn’t much to remember before it was already fading, but he could still make out how much his stomach lept and spun, heart oh-so thunderous in his chest. Whatever you did with him in the dream... it sparked something inside him.

• San was in a daze as he woke up, his body not quite cooperating with him when he tried to sit up, and instead, falling limp with the next couple of attempts.

• WHEN I TELL YOU THE SOUL WAS SUCKED FROM THIS MAN AISDIUBFADEBI-

• Really just stared into space with the look of a dead man

• What did he do when he finally saw you again?

• ✨ pretend he didn’t see shit ✨

• Not the masked uncomfort-

• Depending on whether you’re one for confrontation, he might just cave if you press him about his weird behavior enough, but be fast, because I’m sure he could push his feelings down succesfully if he tried hard enough.

Mingi ♡:

• Dude... the fucking happiness of the dream...

• Silly giggles when you’d accidentally bonk eachother while switching posititons, bright smiles when you stared at eachother after a long time, random compliments, and nothing too serious that you couldn’t find playfulness in. Even when you’d both stop smiling to let out small moans and feel the moment together, it was always lighthearted.

• FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK IM SO ANGRY-

• It was some shit you’d see at the sundance ;(

• Then he woke up-

• You were the first and only thing he thought about as he gained conciousness. He wanted you... you, you, you, just you.

• He’d never wanted anything so bad. A sudden longing that made a lump form in his throat and an overwhelming feeling of how much he’s always wanted you.

• So, like Mingi does, he strived for that goal >:D

• He made an effort to see you as many times as he could and whenever you were free to hang out. And finally, one night when you both lie in his bed and gazed thoughtlessly at the ceiling, he told you.

• “I had a dream about you, you know.”

Not me basically making a summary of a could-be fic-

Wooyoung ♡:

• Now believe it or not, this bitch is hard for me to get a grasp on. All I can say with confidence is that he has the sex appeal of a milf stripper and is kinda stubborn-

• Hmm.... bothered.

• That is the feeling it would pull from him.

• Hungry; frequent patterns of warm breath against sweat-slicked skin, mumbled curses past wet lips, nails dug into his stomach deep enough to draw blood yet barely acknowledged through animalistic films over both your eyes, and teeth furrowed into the flesh of his shoulder as you scratched at the blank canvas of his back.

• It was all raw sexual aggression from both sides. So much so, that you both practically fought during it.

“I hate you. I hate you like you don’t even know, Wooyoung,” You speak, breathless, and reach up to weave both fists into his hair, “I love you so much that I fucking... hate you.”

• Then...

• Gone.

• Just like that, the dream was replaced with the sight of familiar bedroom walls as Wooyoung opened his eyes, a sigh escaping past his lips when he finally pieced things together.

• “As if I wasn’t already stressed enough...,” He murmurs, staring down at the new stain on his sweatpants.

• From that point on, it’s a new habit for Wooyoung to catch sight of you and keep his gaze there; just staring when you’re not looking, and feeling terrible afterwards. He feels like he violated you somehow, and with that ball of dread in his stomach whenever he sees you, he becomes distant.

• It’s not catching feelings so much as it is a new desire.

Jongho ♡:

• Jongho, Jongho, Jongho... whatever will we do with you?

• Upfront about it, surprisingly.

• He caught feelings. How could he not when you’re one of the most breath-taking people he’s ever had the pleasure of knowing?

• That face of yours, along with your voice so soft and encouraging in his ears, was enough for him to cave.

• “Just like that, baby... Just like that.”

• He doesn’t even remember the details of the dream. Just your words and kisses, which still make the touched skin of his body heat with excitement whilst he blinks down at his hands.

• He clenches them; one, twice, then lets them fall back to his sides. He doesn’t need to look into his pants to know that he’s soiled himself.

• He feels kinda... empty? After the dream. Lmao just as exhausted as San was, really, but both at the fluttering his heart when he thinks of you, and the dream itself, so cleans himself up real quick before going back to sleep.

• The fluttering doesn’t go away the next morning.

• So... he tells you :D

• As soon as you walk through the door, holding a bag of snacks and drinks for preparation to crash at Jongho’s apartment for a little bit, he sits you down on the couch, much to your confusion at the serious face he has.

• “I know that this kind of thing can ruin friendships and I don’t want that. At all. But, I had a... dream, about you last night and now I can’t really stop thinking about you...”

• Not the pounding of his heart making him dizzy :*

#ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop smut #Smut #kpop reactions #idol reactions #idol reader

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thenamesseven · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Jongho x reader

Genre: Romance, angst, jail au!

Warnings: Mentions of blood, not too descriptive but yeah, there’s some home made surgery in this chapter 🤣

Word count: 5.9k, this one is loooong

A/N: Another new chapter that brings us closer to the end! Hope you guys enjoy it!

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Standing in front of the stove, you couldn’t help but smile, staring down at the perfect yet fluffy pancakes you had been cooking for a few minutes now. Your tongue was poking out of your lips, a sign of concentration while teeth bit down on it gently right before one of your hands moved, slowly flipping an almost cooked pancake, leaving it on the pan for a little longer.

You should have heard the ruffling of the bed sheets, the quiet steps around the room as he searched for something to wear, at least a shirt, since he didn’t like to walk around in just his underwear. You should have heard the door creak when he opened it or the way he usually yawned when he woke up, so loud, that instead of a husband it felt like you had a lion in your house. You just were so focused on the food you were preparing that none of those sounds told you he was awake.

In fact, it wasn’t until he walked in the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind that you knew he was out of dreamland and back into the perfect reality the two of you had. You welcomed the feeling of his warmth surrounding you, his natural scent drowning your senses and the feeling of a subtle bear brush against your neck when he went to nuzzle it.

“(Y/N)” Jongho’s voice called your name but instead of a smile, the sound only brought a frown to your face. There was something in his tone that didn't make it as pleasant as always, he sounded scared…Urgent "(Y/N)!" He repeated, volume getting slightly louder, however, when you were about to turn around and face him to see what was wrong, his grip tightened, not allowing you to look at him "(Y/N)!" Jongho actually shouted. You started panicking, there was something obviously wrong in this situation but since he wouldn’t let you move, there was nothing you could do either. “(Y/N)!” Jongho’s voice turned slightly distorted, a sound that you’ve only heard in nightmares, the more you listened to his voice, the less it sounded like him.

“(Y/N)!” You closed your eyes when he slightly shook you, your mouth opening to say anything that would get him to stop, that would get his attention but no words came out. “(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)” You took in a deep breath, getting ready to try your best and shout, hoping that would work while he kept calling your name.

"(Y/N)!"

Right as you had been ready to scream your lungs out, you were brought back to consciousness when your name was called once again. Instead of shouting, your body desperately gasped for air loudly, as if you had been drowning. Wooyoung's persistent tries had ripped you away from your dream successfully, he had pulled you out of that nightmare.

Incredibly confused and still feeling too weak to mutter a word, you only glanced around, observing your new surroundings and trying to see where you were at the moment. Your vision was not completely clear but you could guess you were inside of a car, probably a vehicle that was carrying more people than the law allowed but that was probably the least of the guys’ worries after everything that had happened.

"Oh thank God she's awake!" Wooyoung exclaimed with triumph when he looked down into your open eyes, keeping your head on his shoulder, holding you tightly against his body. Whoever was driving was doing it recklessly and he didn't want to take the risk of letting you fall down with that bullet still inside of you.

"(Y/N)! How are you holding up?" It was San's voice the one that asked the question but when you slightly lifted your head to look at his direction, you did not only see him but Mingi as well.

A weak frown appeared between your eyebrows, too tired to freak out or make all the questions you wanted to ask "Apparently not too well, I'm seeing Mingi right there" You mumbled, your voice weak but clear enough for all of them to hear you.

Someone laughed from the front seats, it took you a couple of minutes to figure out it had been Hongjoong "That's because he is sitting right there!" Yunho exclaimed amused.

Mingi, as if sensing your extreme confusion, tilted his head so he could meet your eyes without San's head getting in the way. There was a small apologetic smile on his lips when you looked at him again with a bigger frown, one of his hands moving up to wave at you "Hi (Y/N), we have a lot to catch up on"

You were about to open your mouth and reply to his statement, not even knowing what you could say in this kind of situation but the pain in your side was quick to shut your mouth just as quickly as you had opened it, only allowing you to groan in pain. Wooyoung tightened his hold around you, noticing how you tensed up in his arms while he reached out to brush his fingers through your hair, getting some of the strands away from your sweaty forehead.

"(Y/N)" Hongjoong looked at you briefly through the rearview mirror, hands gripping the steering wheel as he tried to multitask, keeping half of his attention on you and half on the road ahead of him "Remember what happened back there?"

You nodded softly, trying to move as little as possible "Someone shot us, Wooyoung is also injured" You muttered glancing up at him, Wooyoung only shook his head, silently letting you know he was not in such a bad state.

"You want the bad news or the really bad news first?" Hongjoong asked with a small smile, trying to brush off some of the tension that was slowly filling up the car, making everyone’s chests heavy with pressure and fear.

"No good news?" You asked frowning, either San or Mingi had the audacity to chuckle at your question.

"Unfortunately no" Hongjoong replied seriously not even wasting a second to think about the possibility of sugar coating the entire situation for you "We suspect the bullet went straight through Wooyoung and landed in you" He said, deciding to deliver the news anyways, there was no point in delaying it more "We have to get it out of you"

"Excuse me, what?" You asked, alarmed and tensing up again, which made another groan escape your lips.

“We all have zero medical knowledge, you’ll have to stay conscious and help us get that bullet out of your body” Hongjoong explained again, not even talking slower since your brain would end up processing the words he was saying sooner or later.

“Don’t you have like, a secret doctor or someone that could help us out?” You asked as the entire car seemed to be spinning around, making your head hurt since you kept trying to focus your vision “Who cured Mingi’s stabbing?”

“I did” San said “And I was hoping the entire time what I was doing was working because I had little to no idea of how to treat stab wounds that were so deep” He confessed, reaching up to scratch the back part of his neck as if he was an embarrassed child.

“It’s basically a miracle that I’m alive” Mingi joked, earning a slap on his chest from his friend that would have made everyone laugh if you and Wooyoung weren’t about to lose consciousness because of all the blood you were losing.

“You guys need a doctor…” You attempted to say but the words started coming out slurred, vision turning even more blurry. You were seconds away from passing out and by the way Wooyoung’s grip on you was turning slightly weaker, he was at his very limit as well.

“You watch too many gangster movies (Y/N)” Yunho joked from his seat.

You wanted to laugh at that, the comment had been kind of funny but only a smile brushed past your lips before your eyes closed and everything turned black for the second time.

By the look on Seonghwa’s face, Jaehyun could tell something in their plan had gone absolutely wrong. Sitting in one of those comfortable little leather seats he had in the corner of his office, nearby the shelves full of books he probably never read, the inmate watched his business' partner carefully, reading his body language.

An amateur would have gone with the first impression and said Seongwha still had everything under control by the way he kept his feet crossed on top of the table, his body slouched back against the seat but someone as experienced as Jaehyun focused on the small details, the things someone would easily miss and he knew everything had taken an unexpected turn.

And not for the good.

It was the way his fingers tapped the desk in front of him at an unknown yet irregular beat, the way his breath seemed to slow down whenever the other person on the line talked, how he kept his eyes down while his mind was trying to calculate all the mistakes he would have to fix. This could be the first time Jaehyun would probably watch him lose his cool, he had thought that was totally impossible but you and your little games were managing to do that.

“Alright” He said, voice flat and lacking any kind of emotion “Call me if you find anything new, something that could tell us where they’re hiding” Jaehyun’s head popped up at the sound of that, finally confirming you and Wooyoung had managed to survive their trap somehow, which was incredibly surprising if he was completely honest.

Keeping his eyes on him, Jaehyun watched as Seonghwa hung up on the call, stayed quiet as he looked down at his phone for a few seconds and then placed it back down on the table. The inmate thought he would throw it against the wall but to his surprise, he controlled himself and didn’t break it.

“Two corpses, both males and none of them is Wooyoung” He said, keeping his eyes down on his hands as he kept them on his lap, nervously fidgeting with the clothes he was wearing, straining his mind for any kind of solutions “We’re fucked up”

“What are they? Cockroaches? How could they survive that?” Jaehyun scoffed, standing up from his seat since he didn’t feel that comfortable anymore. Even when he knew what the phone call was about, hearing Seonghwa actually say it out loud made it even more nerve-wracking. “Any places they could be hiding in?”

“They vanished, gone, like they never existed” Seongwha pinched the bridge of his nose, not knowing if the situation was frustrating him or it was Jaehyun’s abundant questions what was making him get in such a bad mood.

“Then we’ll just have to make them come out” Jaehyun said, as he plopped back down on his seat, crossing one leg over the other comfortably. The solution had been there in front of them the entire time but the stress and tension weren’t letting them think properly.

“Well done Sherlock” Seonghwa scoffed, not one bit of amusement present in his sarcasm “How do we do that?”

“You have the thing they want the most” Jaehyun replied smiling, staring straight into his friends eyes “It’s been here with us all this time and you’ll be able to get rid of all of them as soon as they come for it, as soon as they try to rescue their friend”

“Jongho” Seongwha whispered, as if it had been the biggest secret in the entire universe.

Little did they knew that no matter how low they talked, they could have never defeated the experienced ears listening from the outside. Yoongi had only been walking by on his way to his cell right after dinner, the guard accompanying him had been easily distracted, too quick to give his trust to him since after all, he wasn’t an inmate that usually caused trouble around.

A sigh escaped his lips before he kept walking, not wanting to tempt his luck and get caught in the middle of something he wouldn’t be able to explain. Yoongi was definitely not one that got into other businesses, he just wanted to redeem himself and get out of this hell hole as quick as he could but, helping his cellmate wouldn’t hurt, right?

Someone needed to warn Jongho and that someone would have to be him.

It was the extremely bright light what brought you back to consciousness once again. At first, you had thought you were seeing the light at the end of the tunnel every book and movie talked about when it came to death although you were forced to open your eyes when you realized you couldn’t move away or closer to it. The first thing you saw was someone extremely tall, towering over you, holding the source of the bright light, making you flinch and close your eyes once again, too uncomfortable with so much brightness.

“Mingi you’re going to burn their eyes with that!” Someone exclaimed, making the male flinch and move the light away from you without turning it off. It got better but it was still a bit too overwhelming for you.

“Well, that’s why they’re sleeping during surgeries! What the hell am I supposed to do!?” He replied, sounding frustrated.

“Turn that off! We have enough with the normal light” San said from somewhere, your vision was still too blurry to try and locate the guys.

“Mingi” Wooyoung groaned, his voice came from beside you, in fact, you only had to slightly stretch out your arm to be able to touch him. The male was surprised for a second, not having expected you to be so close and yet, when he turned his head and saw you were still conscious, he couldn’t help but slightly smile in relief. This was not over the both of you were still alive “Turn that off”

“Sorry, sorry”

As soon as the blinding light was turned off, the both of you could sigh in absolute relief, feeling slightly better as you waited for your eyes to adjust to the new illumination which was way lower but still bright, you felt way better if you kept your eyes closed.

“(Y/N)” Recognizing Yunho’s voice, you could only hum in response, letting him know you were listening to him. A cold, wet piece of clothing landed on your forehead, soothing some of the burning sensation running through your veins and cleaning the drops of sweat that had started to appear on your skin “Ready?” They were not wasting any time, which told you the situation wasn’t as good as you hoped it would be.

“We need instructions” Hongjoong said serious, voice sounding like business. You couldn’t see his face right now but you would bet all your money on him being incredibly serious.

“Wooyoung first” You muttered, hearing him complaining beside you, probably saying something about how they should take care of your wounds first but he had saved your life or at least, risked his own to save yours so you weren’t going to put yourself before him “You guys need lots of towels, sterilized needles, thread and...Bandages….Yeah, bandages….” You whispered, voice quiet and low as you tried to keep yourself conscious and focused on the task. Although it was harder that it seemed to be, specially with the strong pain you kept feeling in your side.

“So we just sew the wound and that’s it for him?” San asked, walking around the table to approach him, Yunho moved the towel on your forehead, flipping it so the colder side would land on your heating face.

“Did the bullet go through him or did it just scratch him badly?” You asked back, head hurting, breathing turning heavier than it should be.

You heard some movement by your side and a painful groan escaping Wooyoung’s lips, you didn’t need to turn your head to guess San had probably tried to turn him around in order to check the wounds and damages the bullet had made.

“Scratch” He replied dryly, eyes still scanning his back and stomach to make sure, not seeing anything that could hint the bullet had actually gone through him “It’s not too big”

“Good, that means you won’t have to search for the remaining bullet pieces inside of him” You explained, quietly groaning when a wave of pain surprised you.

“Dammit Wooyoung, I wanted to play doctor and patient with you” San joked, scoffing as the ruffling that echoed in the room signified he was already starting to work on your instructions “Always wanted to be a surgeon but you know, had to be too smart and study way more than I wanted to, thank you for letting my dreams come true”

Wooyoung laughed at your side or at least tried to but ended up coughing and whining in pain, resulting in San moving faster so he could help him sooner “Fuck off San, we all know you’ve always wanted to kill a cop” Wooyoung joked in return, the guys chuckled around you, you tried to smile.

“That too but then Jongho and Miss Choi would kick my ass and that’s a fate worse than death” He replied, pausing for a moment before he spoke again “(Y/N), we don’t have time to boil water and sterilize the needles, is there anything else we can do to avoid infection?”

“Pour whatever kind of alcohol you have around on the needles, the stronger, the better” You said quietly right before San ran away.

“Right, while San is helping Wooyoung out, tell us how we can help you” Hongjoong instructed once again, noticing you were already struggling with keeping yourself conscious and knowing that if you didn’t help them out during this, they would surely lose right there on their dining table “Yunho, get some more cold water”

“On it” You whined when the cloth left your face but understood Yunho had to move in order to bring it back refreshed and colder for you.

“I’m going to be a little trickier than Wooyoung” You warned with a small smile

“Girls are always more complicated, we all knew that already (Y/N)” Wooyoung replied from beside you, making the guys smile, it was amazing how they tried to keep themselves so cool and calm when they had two bullet wounded people laying on their dining table, one of them closer to death than life.

“I could sew his mouth as well, what do you think (Y/N)?” San asked, the smile on your face was enough of a reply, he knew you shouldn’t waste energy on jokes and save them to guide the rest of the group through this homemade surgery.

“Did someone see my wounds?” You asked quietly, looking at the two guys in front of you, assuming the taller one was Mingi and the one besides him, the one that looked smaller, Hongjoong.

“The bullet came through the side of your stomach, there is no wound on your back which probably means the bullet is still inside” Hongjoong replied, serious since he understood how complicated the situation was. If the bullet had hit anything important, there was nothing nobody could do, you were doomed. Yunho returned soon, placing the wet cloth on your forehead once again, keeping your eyes uncovered in case you wanted to open them “We tried to move you as less as possible, the blood loss slowed down a while ago but you’ve still lost a bunch of it”

“Alright” You took in a deep breath, knowing what was coming, this was going to be a nightmare to go through but you would get out of it alive, you had to “You guys will need a knife, one that can cut meat well, something as similar as possible to a scalpel...Some tweezers, towels, needles and thread”

“I do not like how this sounds” Yunho muttered, making you smile a little.

“Do you think I do? It’s time to put our big kids’ pants on, it’s either this or letting me die” You explained quietly, noticing Mingi and Hongjoong were gone, probably getting everything ready..

“You’re not going to die” Yunho whispered as Hongjoong came back, carrying everything on his hands “We got this”

“We got this” You whispered, taking in a deep breath and getting ready to narrate all the things they would have to do to get the bullet out.

Once dinner was finished, both inmates, Yoongi and Jongho were brought back to their cells, inevitably getting locked up again between the four walls they’ve been sharing for more than a couple of years now.

Jongho knew something was wrong.

Yoongi seemed fidgety and specially avoided eye contact with him, normally the male wouldn’t have this kind of behaviour since he was not one to be easily intimidated or since he barely got himself involved in anyone’s business. Although, anyone that wouldn’t know Yoongi would just assume he was awkward, one of those weirdo introverts that only kept to themselves but Jongho knew him better than that and he knew he had some information that could be severely important for him.

“Spit it already Yoongi” Jongho said with a small smile, not wanting to come off as rude or impatient to him, the older male looked tense enough, pressure was surely not welcome “You’re giving me the creeps man, what’s wrong? Do you need help with anything? Is Jaehyun bothering you?”

If there was something that Yoongi admired of Jongho was how he always cared about the people around him no matter what his current situation was, for him, it was absolutely unbelievable how, despite everything he was going through right now, he wasted the time of his day observing and noticing there was something wrong with him.

“Jaehyun” Yoongi said his name quietly, praying nobody would listen to him if he didn’t want to be the next punching bag they’ve turned Jongho into “He’s planning to-”

“Jongho!” Jaehyun’s loud voice startled both males, making Yoongi shut up immediately, fear making him back track on his actions. He wanted to help Jongho, the poor guy didn’t deserve to go through all of this, even more now that he believed in those rumours that claimed he was completely innocent, that the charges he had been locked for were all a lie “Come out, we have to talk”

Jongho stayed sitting on his bed, eyes moving from Yoongi to Jaehyun and Yeosang awaiting for him outside of the cell, the door slightly opened for him to get out “I don’t think we have anything to discuss” He said seriously, without any hints of movement from his part.

“Unfortunately, we do have stuff to discuss” Yeosang walked into the cell, taking his gun out and pointing it at Jongho “So stand up and do what we say, you really don’t want to get on our nerves tonight Jongho” The inmate looked at Yoongi, his cellmate for any hint, anything that could make him guess what he was going to say before Jaehyun arrived. But Yoongi only glanced down, avoiding eye contact between them once again, hearing how the guard gently pushed the younger male out of the cell against his will.

“Good boy” Jaehyun mocked as Jongho walked past him with Yeosang behind him.

Before walking away though, Jaehyun turned around to look at Yoongi, closing the cell door to keep him locked in and avoiding any more surprises than the ones they’ve already had tonight. Yoongi met eyes with him, hands fidgeting with the thin blanket he had, his eyes carefully watching as Jaehyun lifted his hand, moving it closer to his lips and motioned as if he was closing an imaginary zipper that he had on his mouth.

Yoongi felt a shiver run down his spine as the three of them walked away, steps echoing down the deathly hall.

The possibilities of Jongho never coming back were high enough for Yoongi to believe he was never seeing his cellmate ever again and he couldn’t do anything to avoid it.

“Bite harder” Yunho adviced and you simply did as you were told, muffling the sound of your painful screams as Hongjoong used the knife on your wound to make the gap wider in order to fit the tweezers and get the bullet out of your body. Your throat hurt from how much you were screaming, your body begged to be free as Mingi held your legs and Yunho your arms down, you knew you had to let them do this but it was involuntarily to want to make the pain stop, there was nothing you could do about it. Biting into the towel, you screamed once again as Hongjoong caressed your skin with the knife hard enough to make the wound bigger, sweat rolling down your neck in waves at this point.

“Almost there (Y/N), now I just have to look for the bullet”

Hongjoong himself was starting to feel as if the entire world was spinning around him, despite being in a gang, he and the guys had never gotten themselves so badly injured and this was his first time operating somebody. Maybe you were right after all and they needed to invest some money in looking for a doctor that would take care of these situations.

“There” San said, looking over his leader’s shoulder, seeing something silver and black in the middle of so much blood and things that looked like they belonged into the decorations of a horror movie. He couldn’t believe he was seeing the inside of your body, it was like he was definitely dreaming. “Isn’t that it?”

“It is” Mingi said, looking as well before he looked away seconds after. He was not too strong when it came to this situations and he was sure he would end up passing out if he kept looking.

“Alright (Y/N), I’m going to take it out” Hongjoong instructed, you could only nod, feeling the energy in your body vanishing with each second that passed, consciousness and unconsciousness fighting to see which one kept you.

“Hurry” You whispered, alarming them.

“Uh, guys? I'm no doctor but I think she is losing too much blood” Yunho said alarmed, voice hurried as his eyes kept scanning your body full of red stains and wounds that would take so much time to heal.

“(Y/N)” Wooyoung, who had been quietly holding your hand this entire time, still too weak to move from beside you, called out your name, willing to catch your attention “(Y/N), open your eyes baby, look at me”

Not knowing what else to do to keep yourself awake, you turned your head and looked at him, opening your eyes. Your vision wasn’t clear yet but you could obviously see how he was trying his best to hide his worry from your eyes, concern evident and fear shining in his expression.

“You need to stay awake, alright?” He asked, you simply nodded, too tired to argue with him at this point “For us, for Jongho” The mention of his name brought tears to your eyes, what if you died in here tonight? What if you were never able to see him again?

“You need to tell him that-”

“You’re telling him yourself” He insisted, not letting you finish your sentence, knowing you would simply give up and try to get some rest if you passed the words full of love that you wanted to tell your now fiancee “I’m not telling him anything, not after he stole you away” His tone was playful, Wooyoung wasn’t mad but he wasn’t lying either. You knew his feelings for you, he had always made sure you knew about how much he appreciated you but your heart had been long stolen by Jongho, even after he was locked in prison for a crime you committed ”By the way, now that we’re on topic, what did you see in that mess of a guy? Because man, other than the cool car he had back in high school I think I’ve been way better than him”

You smiled at his words, knowing exactly what he was doing but wanting to play along for you, for them and for Jongho “He did have a cool car, I loved it” You said quietly, seeing his blurry smile, not noticing the tears that had started falling down your cheeks as you spoke “To be completely honest with you Wooyoung” You winced when you felt the cold tweezers brushing against your wound, the stinging alcohol making you hiss through your words “I don’t know how or when it happened, I don’t even know what it was exactly” You replied softly, holding onto Wooyoung’s hand tight, closing your eyes when the pain made you groan and tense up again. Yunho let go of one of your hands to clean the sweat on your face, soothingly running his fingers through your tangled hair “Our love just appeared out of nowhere, it was not surprising, it was not something I ever worried about like you see in those romance movies” You said quietly “We are a living bad boy-good girl cliche” A chuckle escaped his lips, his thumb tracing circles in your hand, the sounds around you becoming a little confusing, not clear “But I knew he would always have my back, we knew we were together without saying it outloud” The boys were saying something but you couldn’t hear it, your eyes were starting to close “It’s something there are not words to describe….I would just say he turned into the home I never had….He described himself as broken...As damaged….But Wooyoung….I can tell you without any doubt that he is the most caring and sweet human being I have ever met”

“(Y/N)?” Wooyoung’s voice echoed in the room when your eyes closed, a pain of wave surfing through his entire body when he tried to move “Guys?”

“Sew her wound, come on” Mingi hurried Hongjoong, eyes glancing worriedly at your face.

“And I love him…” You whispered, not even realizing you were passing out on them “I love him more than life itself….More than anybody could imagine”

With a smile on your lips your body relaxed and too tired to keep fighting you just gave in, letting unconsciousness take away all the pain and dread you were feeling.

No one knew if you would wake up again.

Hours later, right when the sun was starting to come up, Wooyoung walked into the room where Mingi had been watching you over for most of the night. Sure had dozed off a couple of times but he had been paying attention to every single movement or thing you had done during the entire night. You still hadn’t woken up yet, your eyes had been closed since they had successfully taken the bullet out of your body but you were still breathing and mumbling some incoherent stuff during your sleep.

You were still alive and that’s what counts.

“Feeling better?” Mingi asked Wooyoung, eyes on you as the other male dragged a chair close to your bed, sitting down with the two of you, hiding the small hint of pain that gave away he was still not completely recovered .

“I’m alive, that’s what counts” Wooyoung replied with a smile, reaching out to gently brush some strands of your hair out of your face.

“I guess we’re even now” Mingi said with a quiet chuckle glancing at him “I still hadn’t had the chance to thank you properly for what you did that day” The taller male mumbled quietly, you could even say he was feeling kind of shy about it “You risked everything to get a stranger out of jail, not everybody would have done that”

“Not completely a stranger, I’ve known Hongjoong since Jongho got in jail” Wooyoung confessed, actually surprising Mingi since he didn’t know this piece of information “Nobody knew this, Hongjoong said the least people knew about this, the smaller the possibility of information getting leaked was so we kept it that way” Wooyoung explained looking at him “Even though Jongho and I didn’t get along too well in high school, he always took care of somebody really special for me, he even went to jail for her and I just had to help him somehow….It’s ridiculous but I felt like I owed him something for saving her that night when I couldn’t” Flashes of what happened the night your father was shot popped in his mind as he spoke with Mingi, the male clearing his throat to snap himself out of whatever trance he had put himself into. “I just saw the opportunity when it showed up, you could have died but if I hadn’t helped you get out of there, I think we both know you would have been dead by now”

“Probably” Mingi said quietly “To be honest I consider a miracle that Jongho is still breathing, Jaehyun is really determined to follow Seongwha’s orders no matter the cost”

“You guys will get him out of there soon, Hongjoong just have to make some calls to get ready and if God is on our side….Tomorrow morning we will all be safe and sound, away from this hell hole” Wooyoung said with a small smile

“Are you scared?” Mingi asked him, not to make fun of him but because he felt kind of scared as well.

“Of course I am” Wooyoung said gently, without hesitation, fingers playing with strands of your hair “But if we don’t do it, (Y/N) will get him out of there herself and I prefer taking all the risks than letting her do it”

Mingi smiled softly, looking down at you before glancing at Wooyoung “You really love her, don’t you?”

“Haven’t I been clear enough?” Wooyoung replied with a scoff, a small smile on his lips as he looked at the male “I would go through hell and back to keep her safe….Damn, I took a bullet for her”

“You tried” Mingi said laughing, making Wooyoung laugh too. “To be honest, I think she loves you back, it’s just not the same crazy love she feels for Jongho….You’re actually quite important for her as well Wooyoung”

“I know” The male replied with a small smile, looking down at you as the back of his hand caressed your cheek “That’s why being in her life is enough, there’s nothing else I could ask for”

“Mingi?” San poked his head into the room, interrupting their conversation “We gotta get moving, there are still a couple of things we need to do before tonight”

Without hesitation Mingi stood up, patting Wooyoung’s shoulder on his way to the door “Tell her to forgive me for vanishing again when she wakes up” He said to Wooyoung, not knowing if this would be the last time they would see each other.

But Wooyoung shook his head as he looked down at his knees, not accepting the male’s proposition “You tell her yourself later tonight, you know I’m not one to pass on messages”

Mingi could only smile and roll his eyes, nodding even though he knew there was a possibility of things going wrong and them not seeing each other again. His eyes looked at you one last time and he walked out of the room knowing hell was about to break loose and not even God himself would be able to get them out of the mess they were going to make.

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ATEEZ ONE-SHOT SMUT YUNHO- WANTED: HOUSEMATE- M

(These GIFs are made by me)

WARNING: DETAILED SMUT SCENES AND FOUL LANGUAGE AHEAD!

No. of words: 9k

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is my first one-shot smut fanfiction for Yunho and I didn’t expect I almost did like a one chapter for a long/chaptered fanfiction for him. But still, I hope you will like my long one-shot smut fan fiction for him!! Thanks my beloved readers!

Y/N is finding a job then one of her friends named Jaeri referred her to the company where she is working and Y/N tried to apply and thankfully she passed the initial interview and the online exam that was given to her. But still, she has to pass the final interview with the CEO named Jeong Yunho. Then there was one time, while Jaeri is busily working, suddenly someone messaged her in their web portal and she opened the message and it says…

"Good day! Ms. Jaeri, can you come here to my office, right now? I just want to ask you something. - J.YH"

“Am I seeing it, right? The CEO wanted to see me in his office?” Jaeri asked herself and then one of her friends and colleagues named Yeosang heard it and suddenly peeked on her computer and…

“Jaeri, that’s really our CEO who messaged you and you should respond right now because I heard he’s kinda impatient when someone is not responding to him right away,” Yeosang said.

“Oh! Is that so? But I will tell first to our manager Mr. Jongho,” Jaeri said and Yeosang just nodded then went back to work. Then Jaeri messaged her manager and Jongho saw her messaged and it says…

“Mr. Jongho, suddenly CEO Mr. Jeong Yunho messaged me that he wanted to see me in his office and will ask something to me. I think I will just go there right now? - Kwon Jaeri”

As Jongho saw her message he replied…

“Oh! Wait! I will call him first if he’s really the one who messaged you, okay? Wait for my go signal. - C.J”

“Okay, Mr. Jongho! Just leave me a message if I should go there or not - Kwon Jaeri”

"Okay, No worries, Jaeri! - C.J"

As for Yunho who is still waiting for Jaeri’s response…

"Why does Ms. Jaeri is still not responding?" Yunho thought then someone called him on his phone and it was Jongho.

THEIR CONVERSATION:

Yunho: Hey, Jongho! Why did you call me?

Jongho: I just wanted to know if you really messaged one of my subordinates.

Yunho: Yup! I messaged Ms. Jaeri because I wanted to talk to her.

Jongho: Why?

Yunho: One of the applicants that passed the initial interview and exam is referred by Ms. Jaeri and I wanted to ask some questions about the applicant named L/N Y/N where I believe that they are friends.

Jongho: Oh! But as far as I remember you don't call one of our subordinates to talk with them because they referred an applicant and you are doing it now? Why is that? Are you interested in Jaeri's friend?

Yunho just chuckled at his statement and…

Yunho: That was all in the past and also, I wanted to know what kind of person Ms. Y/N is because I don't want to hire an employee that will make their superiors bring stress and will make any bad actions towards the company, right? Also, I don't know why did you think that I will be interested in Ms. Jaeri's friend! Haha!

Jongho: Well, you are right! Also, I thought of that because I know your ways to make a move on a girl, okay?

Yunho: Oh well! Whatever you think it is. So, please just let me talk to Ms. Jaeri.

Jongho: Okay! I will tell her right away.

Yunho: Thanks, Jongho!

Jongho: No problem! I have to go back to work too!

END OF CONVERSATION.

After Jongho had a conversation with Yunho, he just messaged Jaeri that she can go to the CEO's office then Jaeri went to Yunho's office. As she reached outside his office, Yunho's executive secretary was the one who knocked on the door and told him that Jaeri was already with her then Yunho let her in his office.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Jeong Yunho!” Jaeri said as she smiled at him then Yunho looked and smiled back at her.

“Good afternoon Ms. Jaeri, you can just call me Mr. Yunho I know you are being polite but I am kinda uncomfortable to hear my whole name *slightly laughed*. You can sit here in the chair in front of my table,” Yunho said as he continued to smile at her.

“He is really a handsome and an approachable CEO,” Jaeri thought as she nodded and took a seat in the chair.

“I know that you are surprised that I wanted to talk with you. Am I right?” Yunho asked.

“Yes! I never imagine that I will actually talk to a CEO especially today. But what do you want to talk about, Mr. Yunho?” Jaeri asked and Yunho slightly laughed at her first statement.

“Well, I saw that you referred one of the applicants that passed the initial interview and exams and I wanted to know her about more. Can you please tell me a little bit about Ms. L/N Y/N?” Yunho said.

"Oh! My friend, Y/N? She is an introverted person but she can somehow make friends with others, she is not fond of going to parties or bars and she is the type of person who is always punctual in any aspects such as when she is going to meet with our other friends and when we were colleagues in our past job she is always on time sometimes she is even one hour earlier than us as she prepares before our shift will start. I think that's all I can say about Y/N," Jaeri said as she smiled at Yunho.

“Oh! Thank you very much for telling me about her and It seems if I hired Ms. Y/N there will be no problems in dealing with her. Am I right?” Yunho asked.

“Yup! I assure you Mr. Yunho that you will never regret if you hire Y/N,” Jaeri said.

"Okay! But of course, I will still talk to your friend tomorrow because it's her final interview and I will still assess her during the interview. If by any chance, if I hired Ms. Y/N probably you wanted her to be assigned in the same department where you assigned, right?" Yunho asked.

“Of course, Mr. Yunho! I will be very happy that I will be with Y/N if she was hired,” Jaeri said.

“Okay! Thanks for your time telling me about Ms. Y/N. You can go back to work now. Have a nice day Ms. Jaeri,” Yunho said as he smiled at her.

“No problem, Mr. Yunho! I have to go. Have a nice day too!” Jaeri said as she smiled back then she left his office. Then Yunho just smiled as he looked at Y/N’s resume.

"Will she remember me tomorrow?" Yunho thought as he just went back to work. As time goes by it was time for Jaeri to go home and she decided to call Y/N.

THEIR CONVERSATION:

Y/N: Hey, Jaeri! Why did you call?

Jaeri: I just want to say good luck with your final interview with the CEO Mr. Jeong Yunho.

Y/N: Thanks, Jaeri! To be honest, I am getting nervous because it will be my first time talking to the CEO of the company.

Jaeri: To be honest, Mr. Yunho talked to me a while ago in his office, and of course, because I am the one who referred you he asked me about you since he wanted to know you a little bit.

Y/N: Oh! So, how’s your conversation with the CEO?

Jaeri: It's great and I thought he will be intimidating but he's not and I can say he is very approachable and also, he is very handsome!

Y/N: *laughs at the phone* Oh well! I am kinda relieved that you told me that he is not that intimidating.

Jaeri: I know you will ace the final interview tomorrow, Y/N and also, I believe if he hires you, he will be able to assign you to the department where I am working.

Y/N: I really hope so Jaeri! But thank you for your time telling me about Mr. Jeong Yunho because that made me less nervous for the final interview tomorrow.

Jaeri: No problem, Y/N! You should rest now to prepare for your final interview.

Y/N: Okay! Good night Jaeri!

Jaeri: Good night too Y/N!

END OF CONVERSATION.

After Y/N had a conversation with Jaeri, she went to sleep as she prepares herself for tomorrow's final interview with Yunho.

THE NEXT DAY….

Y/N went to the company thirty minutes before her final interview starts and at that time, she didn't know that as soon as she went inside his office near his executive secretary's table she was already monitored by Yunho

“Wow! She is really Ms. Punctuality and I like that kind of attitude,” Yunho thought as he smiled but then he also thought of a patience challenge where Yunho’s executive secretary told her that…

"Ms. Y/N, I am sorry but I want to tell you that Mr. Yunho can't interview you right away because he has many things to do and he is still having a video conference for their meeting but he told me the meeting will end just thirty minutes," the executive secretary said. Then Yunho observed her.

“Oh! Is that so? It’s okay I will wait for thirty minutes since that meeting is very important too,” Y/N said as she smiled at the secretary.

“Okay! Thanks for your understanding Ms. Y/N!” the executive secretary said and smiled back.

“She is very understanding too!” Yunho said as he smiled. Then after thirty minutes, finally…

"Ms. Y/N, you can go inside now. Good luck with your interview!" the executive secretary said and Y/N nodded. As she went inside the office then Y/N saw Yunho who is writing something and…

“Wow! Jaeri is right. He is so handsome and he looks so young too!” Y/N thought.

“Good morning Mr. Jeong Yunho! Am I disturbing you?” Y/N said and the Yunho looked at her and smiled.

“Oh! Good morning Ms. Y/N! Don’t worry you are not disturbing me. Please have a seat,” Yunho said and Y/N nodded.

"Y/N is really beautiful and stunning," Yunho thought as he continued to look at her and Y/N sat on the chair.

“To be honest, Ms. Y/N, I had been observing you outside my office awhile ago,” Yunho said as he smiled and Y/N was surprised.

“Oh! Okay!” Y/N said then Yunho slightly laughed at her.

"Don't worry you didn't do anything wrong a while ago. To be honest, I like your attitude especially being a punctual person plus being a patient and an understanding person," Yunho said.

“Thank you Mr. Jeong Yunho! That is really my habit whenever I meet someone,” Y/N said.

“You can just call me Yunho, but if you are still uncomfortable, you can call me Mr. Yunho instead of my full name, Okay?” Yunho asked.

“Okay! Mr. Yunho!” Y/N said.

“I guess that your friend Jaeri told you already that I talked to her yesterday, right?” Yunho asked.

"Yes! You asked her a little bit about me, "Y/N said.

"You're right! But I want to ask you a few questions but I think there will be some personal questions for you. Is that alright?" Yunho asked.

"Yes! It's alright!" Y/N said then Yunho started to ask questions about her background, job experiences, and other things about work then suddenly he asked…

“I know this will be a very personal question to you. Do you have a boyfriend?” Yunho asked and Y/N was shocked at his question.

"Ummm… I don't know why did you ask me, Mr. Yunho. But okay, I will answer your question. I don't have a boyfriend," Y/N said.

“Oh! That’s great!” Yunho said and Y/N suddenly was shocked at his words.

"What did you say, Mr. Yunho?" Y/N asked and Yunho just realized what he said and…

“Fuck! Why did I tell her like that!” Yunho thought.

"I mean sometimes having a relationship with someone there will be distractions or there will be a person who will dictate what should you do especially if that person doesn't want you to work in a particular company that will lead you to leave the job, right?" Yunho asked as he tried to smile at her.

“I hope I didn’t mess up!” Yunho thought.

"Well, you have a point Mr. Yunho and also, I will have freedom too," Y/N said as she smiled back and Yunho was relieved that she just understood what was his point, and then he looked at his watch and…

"It's almost lunch break and I had a great time talking to you Ms. Y/N. To be honest, I am really impressed by your attitude and your experiences about work because of that, I will hire you," Yunho said as he smiled brightly at her and Y/N was shocked at his words and…

“OMG! Thank you very much, Mr. Yunho! I will prove to you that I am worth it to be one of your employees and also, you will not regret that you hired me,” Y/N said as she smiled back.

“Don’t worry I know that I didn’t make a mistake in hiring you and congratulations Ms. Y/N!” Yunho said as both of them shook hands that made Y/N slightly goosebumps but she didn’t know why did she felt that.

“By the way, you will start working next week Monday and you will be guided by one of our receptionists in the lobby named Wooyoung to your assigned department because I will still decide where you should be assigned, okay?” Yunho said.

“Okay, Mr. Yunho! I have to go and thank you very much again!” Y/N said.

“Okay! Have a nice day and eat well for your lunch today! See you around next week!” Yunho said and Y/N nodded and she left him in his office.

"I guess she really didn't remember me. But it's okay at least I will be able to see her every day starting next week," Yunho thought and smiled. Then that time when Y/N is walking out of the building, Jaeri saw her and…

“Y/N!” Jaeri said as she ran over to her and Y/N stopped walking then she saw it was Jaeri together with her friend Yeosang.

“Oh! Jaeri! Is this your friend, Yeosang? The one you always talk about?” Y/N asked.

“Yup! Yeosang, meet my friend, Y/N,” Jaeri said and Yeosang smiled at Y/N.

“Wow! Jaeri’s friend is so handsome!” Y/N thought as she smiled back and both of them shook hands and…

“Nice to meet you, Y/N!” Yeosang said.

“So, where are you going now? How’s your interview with Mr. Yunho?” Jaeri asked.

"Ummm… I think we should eat lunch first then I will tell you about my final interview with Mr. Yunho. I am now very hungry," Y/N said.

“Okay! Let’s go!” Jaeri said then all of them went to a restaurant near the building and had their lunch.

“So, tell us about now your final interview with Mr. Yunho,” Jaeri said.

“See you next week the two of you because I got hired!” Y/N said as she smiled at them.

“Oh! Congratulations, Y/N!” Yeosang said as he smiled at her.

"OMG! Congrats my friend! I really hope that Mr. Yunho will assign you to the department where we are working!" Jaeri said.

“Thank you Jaeri and Yeosang! I really hope that I will be assigned to your department,” Y/N said as she smiled at them.

As for Yunho who is now having lunch with his two close friends who are also managers Jongho and Seonghwa…

"I suddenly remember you conducted a final interview a while ago. So, how did it go with Ms. Jaeri's referred applicant?" Jongho asked.

“Well, She’s better than I expected that’s why I hired her,” Yunho said.

“Oh! Did you already decide where will you assign her?” Seonghwa asked.

"Ummm… I am still thinking but I wanted to ask the two of you. Do you need someone to be added to your department to increase the productivity of the job?" Yunho asked.

“I think I have enough employees for my department,” Seonghwa said then Yunho shifted his eyes to Jongho and…

“Why are you looking at me? Fine! I was also about to say that I have enough employees. But I think it will not be bad if I will accept another employee to help my department and also, Yunho I don't know what kind of look you did earlier. It seems you have other intentions for Ms. Y/N. Aren't you?" Jongho said.

“What? No! It’s just that I already asked the other managers from their department earlier but they told me they have enough employees now,” Yunho said.

"Okay? But why did you suddenly hire her if almost all departments don't have vacancies anymore?” Jongho asked and when Yunho was about to talk…

“You know Jongho, I really feel that he might have connections with Ms. Y/N or he really knows her personally and he likes her. Don’t you think?” Seonghwa said and Jongho smirked at his statement.

“Well, that might be the fact. Where I believe he still didn't share with us about the girls she liked before," Jongho said and Yunho raised one of his eyebrows and…

"Seriously? Are you two jumping to conclusions that quickly, huh? That's not true and also, I don't know her personally, " Yunho said.

"You are just denying it!" Seonghwa said and together with Jongho, they kept teasing Yunho with Y/N.

"Shut up the two of you! I am working here professionally as a CEO, okay? I will not hire her if she doesn't have excellent background and experiences," Yunho said in a serious tone that made Seonghwa and Jongho silent.

“Okay! If you said so! We will stop teasing you now,” Jongho said.

“Good! Lunch break is over and you two should submit your reports by the end of the day, Okay?” Yunho said then Seonghwa and Jongho nodded and all of them went back to work. As for Y/N, Jaeri, and Yeosang finished their lunch…

“Guys! I have to go home now and arrange some things in the house and also, Jaeri you know that my place is far too,” Y/N said as she smiled at them.

“Huh? How far is your house?” Yeosang asked.

"Y/N will take 2-3 hours for her to arrive in her place," Jaeri said.

“What? It means you will go to work next week very early?” Yeosang asked.

“Yup! I have to. But I will still search of a dormitory or a boarding house that I can live near this building,” Y/N said.

“But Jaeri, why didn’t you let her live with you?” Yeosang asked.

“I really wanted to. But my place is a dormitory and it was already occupied,” Jaeri said.

“It’s okay Jaeri! No worries! I know that I will be able to find a place for me to live near here. I think you two should go back to work now and I will also go home now,” Y/N said as she smiled at them.

"Yup! We really should get going and take care of going home!" Jaeri said.

“Also, see you around next week on Monday, Y/N!” Yeosang said as he smiled at her.

"Okay! Thanks, guys! See you next week! I have to go bye!" Y/N said then she left them and then Yeosang and Jaeri went back to work.

FAST FORWARD…

It was already Monday and it’s Y/N’s first day of work and she left her place early so that she will not be late for her first day then as she arrived the lobby and she went to the reception area and she saw the person with the name “Wooyoung”.

“Good morning! How may I help you?” Wooyoung asked.

“I am a newly hire and will have my first day of work and someone told me I should approach you,” Y/N said.

“Oh! You are Ms. Y/N. Am I right?” Wooyoung asked and Y/N nodded.

"You are a bit early Ms. Y/N. But I think we should go first to the pantry because the manager of the department that you are assigned is still not here," Wooyoung said and Y/N nodded. But when Y/N and Wooyoung were about to go to the elevator, suddenly someone ran over the elevator and it was…

“Oh! Good morning Ms. Y/N and Wooyoung!” Yunho said as he smiled at them and rode the elevator with them.

“Oh! Good morning Mr. Yunho! Why are you using this employee elevator? Don’t you want to use your executive elevator?” Wooyoung asked.

“I am using the executive elevator when this employee elevator is too crowded but if the passengers are only 2-5 persons I have a habit of taking this elevator instead because I feel so alone in that elevator,” Yunho said.

“Oh! Okay! I understand it now Mr. Yunho,” Wooyoung said as he smiled.

“Good morning Mr. Yunho!” Y/N said as she smiled at him and…

“You are very early Ms. Y/N! Your friend Ms. Jaeri is right because she told me you go to work sometimes 1 hour before the start time of your work,” Yunho said.

“Oh! It’s just my habit Mr. Yunho,” Y/N said.

"That's great a habit Ms. Y/N! By the way, Wooyoung you can take her to the pantry first since there is free food and she can have some breakfast first and you can join her since you will later introduce her to the team she will be in. Are we clear about that?" Yunho said.

“Yes, Mr. Yunho!” Wooyoung said and when they reached their floor…

“Have a nice first day of your work here Ms. Y/N! See you around!” Yunho said.

"Okay! Thanks again, Mr. Yunho!" Y/N said as both of them smiled at each other then they left him in the elevator. Then Wooyoung and Y/N went to the pantry and she was surprised because…

“Wow! These are all free food?” Y/N asked.

"Yup! All this luxurious food here in the pantry is free and Mr. Yunho is really generous with the employees. You can get whatever you want and have some breakfast first," Wooyoung said as he smiled at her.

"My gosh! The employees here are so handsome!" Y/N thought as she smiled back at him and she just gets her favorite food and had breakfast with Wooyoung. While they are having breakfast, someone saw them and it was…

“Oh! Hey Wooyoung!” Seonghwa said.

“Good morning Seonghwa!” Wooyoung said as he smiled at him.

“Who is she? Wait! Is that the newly hired?” Seonghwa asked.

“Yup! This is Y/N,” Wooyoung said and Y/N smiled at Seonghwa.

"Oh! Nice to meet you, Y/N! I am Park Seonghwa the manager of the Accounting department," Seonghwa said as he smiled at her and shook hands with her.

"My gosh! I will be very inspired to work here if I will be able to see them every day because they are all so freaking handsome!" Y/N thought.

"Nice to meet you too. Mr. Seonghwa!" Y/N said as she smiled back.

“It means you are the one who will be assigned in Jongho’s department?” Seonghwa asked.

“Seonghwa, why did you suddenly spoil who will be her manager? I should be the one who will introduce to her,” Wooyoung said and Y/N slightly laughing at him.

“I am sorry about that Wooyoung! I have to go now and prepare things for work. Also, nice to meet you again Ms. Y/N! See you around!” Seonghwa said as he smiled brightly at her.

"Okay! Have a nice day Mr. Seonghwa!" Y/N said then Seonghwa left the pantry. As time goes by, many employees are now going inside their respective departments and Wooyoung decided to guide her to Jongho's department which is the marketing department. As they went inside the office, Y/N was surprised to see Yeosang and Jaeri and…

“OMG! Wooyoung, is really Y/N assigned here?” Jaeri said and Wooyoung nodded and smiled at them.

“I know that you two are friends and you two wanted to talk to each other today. But I will introduce her first to your manager,” Wooyoung said and Jaeri nodded then Y/N just waved to them. As they went inside the manager’s office, Jongho looked at Y/N and…

“Wow! She is beautiful!” Jongho thought and smiled at her.

“Y/N this is Mr. Choi Jongho who will be your manager,” Wooyoung said.

“Good morning, Mr. Jongho! I hope we will get along with each other,” Y/N said as she smiled back at him.

“Mr. Jongho, I will go back to the lobby now and I will leave you now Ms. Y/N to you,” Wooyoung said and Jongho nodded then he left Y/N in his office.

"Good morning Y/N! Nice to meet you! Mr. Yunho told me that you have excellent background and experience and I will believe that you will also be a big help for our department. I also know that you are Jaeri's friend. So for today, you will be trained either by Yeosang or your friend Jaeri because sometimes one of them is going for a business trip where they are meeting with the clients," Jongho said.

"Oh! Okay! Don't worry Mr. Jongho I will assure you that I will do my best in doing the job and give you good results," Y/N said as she smiled at him.

“Don’t worry I will trust you! You can approach them now so that they can train you right away. Also, don't be scared to ask some questions to me if you have other concerns that you can't ask Yeosang and Jaeri, okay?" Jongho said.

“Okay! Thank you very much Mr. Jongho! I should get going now,” Y/N said and Jongho nodded. Then Y/N left his office and went to Jaeri and Yeosang and…

“OMG! I am so happy that Mr. Yunho really assigned you here!” Jaeri said.

"I know! Mr. Jongho told me sometimes that one of you is meeting with a client that's why either the two of you can train me," Y/N said as she smiled at them.

“No worries, Y/N! We will help you,” Yeosang said as he smiled at her.

"Thanks, guys! I thought of an idea that you can alternately train me. For today, It's Jaeri then for tomorrow it's Yeosang. Is that alright?" Y/N said.

“Of course, Y/N! Let’s get started now,” Jaeri said and all of them agreed as Jaeri started to train her. As for Jongho who is busily working someone called him and it was Yunho.

THEIR CONVERSATION:

Jongho: Why did you call, Yunho?

Yunho: So, did you already meet Ms. Y/N?

Jongho: Yup! She’s nice and pretty and it seems I will really don’t have problems with her at all.

Yunho: You are right! I believe that too since I think your other subordinates can train her well, right?

Jongho: Of course! I trust Yeosang and Jaeri and both of them are my best subordinates too.

Yunho: Okay! I have to go back to work and I really just checked out if you already met her. That’s all. Have a nice day!

Jongho: Okay! Have a nice day too, Yunho!

END OF CONVERSATION.

FAST FORWARD….

It's been 1 month and Y/N was already fully trained and she can do all the work by herself and Yunho kept observing her and Jongho was impressed by her being a very professional employee in his department. Then there was one time, Jaeri meets up with a client so Y/N and Yeosang were left in the office and both of them had a lunch break. But they didn't know that Yunho and Jongho were also in the same restaurant with them. Then while they are having lunch, Yunho kept looking at them with a bothered expression and Jongho noticed it.

“Yunho, why do you keep looking at them like that? Do you have a problem with Y/N and Yeosang or do you have a problem just with Yeosang?” Jongho asked.

“Huh? I don’t have any problem with them,” Yunho said then as he looked back at them, Yeosang gave something to her and Y/N smiled at him and…

“He should fuck off, Y/N!” Yunho thought as gritted his teeth with anger unconsciously and Jongho noticed it again and he just smirked.

“Are you really sure that you don’t have a problem with Yeosang? So, what’s with that expression? Don’t deny it now Mr. Jeong Yunho! You like Y/N and you are now jealous that she is now having a lunch break with Yeosang,” Jongho said as he slightly laughing at me.

“Fine! I like Y/N! I hope your subordinate, Yeosang will not get that close to her,” Yunho said.

“I am sorry but they are already close friends and I can’t stop their friendship because of some odd reasons and also, I don’t want to disturb their lives too,” Jongho said as he chuckled.

"I think I have an idea, Yeosang should be transferred to another department and you can exchange subordinates with other managers," Yunho said as he smirked and Jongho was surprised at his suggestion.

"That's not fair Mr. Jeong Yunho! All the employees that are working have a specific field where they excel and come to think of it, that someone might complain because their work isn't in line with their field and that simple complaint might turn into a big issue that can make the company's reputation fluctuate. Am I right? Also, you are a CEO, Yunho and you should think twice in every action you will do!" Jongho said Yunho sighed.

“Okay! You have a point Jongho! I just realized that was unreasonable for me to do that and I think I will just try myself not to be jealous of Yeosang,” Yunho said and Jongho laughed at him.

“You can just make a move to her,” Jongho said.

"How can I make a move to her If I am always busy? But okay, I will try if I have time but for now, I will just really think that nothing is happening between them," Yunho said.

"I am always with them and believe me nothing is going on between them, Okay? Let’s just go back to work now,” Jongho said and Yunho just sighed and nodded and both of them left the restaurant. As time goes by, it was time for them to go home but…

“Y/N, aren’t you going home?” Yeosang asked.

“I will just finish my report but don’t worry it will take only 5 minutes to finish this,” Y/N said.

“Are you sure?” Yeosang asked.

“Yup! No worries!” Y/N said as she smiled at Yeosang.

“Don’t go home too late, okay? Since your place is far,” Yeosang said.

"Don't worry! Thanks, Yeosang!" Y/N said.

“Okay! I have to go bye! See you on Monday!” Yeosang said and he left her in the office alone. Then after a few minutes, she finished her report and then when she was about to ride the elevator suddenly someone is inside and it was…

“Oh! Mr. Yunho! Good evening!” Y/N said as she went inside and smiled at him.

“Wow! He really looks so great in his black suit!” Y/N thought and Yunho looked at his watch and…

" Good evening Ms. Y/N! It's already 8 pm and you still didn't go home? Why?" Yunho asked.

“I just finished my report,” Y/N said.

“Oh Okay! Ummm… May I ask if you and Yeosang are really close friends?” Yunho asked.

“Yes, Mr. Yunho!” Y/N said.

"Okay! I know this is will be weird to you if I say that a while ago I saw Yeosang gave something to you and I am kinda curious what was that?" Yunho said as he blushed.

“I didn’t expect that Mr. Yunho is like this but that’s kinda funny,” Y/N thought and she just laughed.

"Oh! To be honest, the thing that he gave to me is for Jaeri because a while ago she is not in the office because she had a meet-up with a client and also, he told me that he likes Jaeri that's why I left the gift in her desk," Y/N said as she smiled at him then Yunho was surprised and somehow relieved that nothing is happening between her and Yeosang.

“Oh! What a sweet man he is!” Yunho said as he smiled back.

"You're right, Mr. Yunho! I really hope someone does that for me too. Oh! I am sorry Mr. Yunho I am being too comfortable to open such things to you and I almost forgot that you are the CEO of the company," Y/N said.

“Don’t worry I will do that for you if I will have already the chance and I will make you remember who am I,” Yunho thought.

"It's okay! To be honest, that's better because many employees will be comfortable approaching me because I don't want to be remembered as an intimidating person," Yunho said.

“You have a point, Mr. Yunho!” Y/N said as both of them smiled at each other but suddenly Yunho was going closer to her but Y/N was kinda surprised.

“What is Mr. Yunho doing?” Y/N thought but suddenly the elevator opened and…

“I have to go now Mr. Yunho. Take care in going home!” Y/N said.

“Okay! Take care too and have a good night!” Yunho said as he smiled and Y/N left.

“I am so happy that nothing is going on between them! I still have a chance for her,” Yunho thought and went home. But as he went inside his big house…

"I am so tired for today, but I am happy that I had a chance to be with her for a second but when I am here in the house I feel so alone and all of my friends are busy too. I think I should have at least one housemate so, that I will be able to talk to someone when I got home and will be able to hang out in this house," Yunho thought and he decided to call Hongjoong who is one of his friends.

THEIR CONVERSATION...

Hongjoong: Hey, Yunho! Why did you call?

Yunho: Are you busy?

Hongjoong: Nope! Why? Do you need help?

Yunho: I wanted you to help me find a housemate here in the house because I feel so alone here.

Hongjoong: Oh! Why don’t you ask your other friends instead of finding a complete stranger to be your housemate?

Yunho: I already asked them but some of them have already a family and the others are living with their siblings.

Hongjoong: I see! Okay, I will help you find a housemate and I will post on a website where people are searching for a boarding house or a dormitory for rent, Okay?

Yunho: That’s great! You can also include in the description that the housemate should be neat and trustworthy. I will also give you the other details via e-mail okay?

Hongjoong: Okay Yunho!

Yunho: Thanks Hongjoong! I will send you right away the details after our call.

Hongjoong: Okay! Have a good night Yunho!

Yunho: Have a good night too Hongjoong!

END OF CONVERSATION.

After Yunho had a conversation with Hongjoong, he sent the price and other details about finding him a housemate then Hongjoong posted it. As for Y/N who just got home, she lays in the bed completely tired and…

"Gosh! This is so tiring and I always arrived home almost late. I really should search tomorrow for a dormitory or a boarding house for rent. So, that I will be near my working place," Y/N said to herself then she just refreshed herself before going to sleep.

THE NEXT DAY…

It was Saturday and Y/N don’t have work then she decided to start searching places for rent and then she saw one advertisement and it says…

“WANTED: HOUSEMATE”

Then Y/N checked out the details and…

"Oh! The price is kinda cheap and it seems the house is very big and spacious too. But I should check the house itself too and I wonder if my housemate will be a man or a woman. But I don't mind," Y/N thought, and then she called the contact person and it was…

THEIR CONVERSATION:

Y/N: Hello, Mr. Hongjoong?

Hongjoong: Oh! Good morning. May I know who is this?

Y/N: This is Y/N and I saw that you are looking for a housemate.

Hongjoong: Oh! You saw the advertisement! To be honest, my friend was the one who is looking for a housemate because he feels alone in his house. So are you okay that you will be living with a guy?

Y/N: I don't mind if I will live with a guy. May I know his name?

Hongjoong: I am sorry but I can’t tell you right now his name because he is a private person. I hope you understand.

Y/N: Oh! It's okay! I understand. I called you because I wanted to check the house of your friend today.

Hongjoong: Okay! I will tell my friend first if I can bring you there to his house, okay? I will send a message to you if he will allow it today.

Y/N: Okay! I will wait. Thanks Mr. Hongjoong!

Hongjoong: No problem. Ms. Y/N. You can just call me Hongjoong.

Y/N: Okay! Thanks again, Hongjoong!

Hongjoong: I have to hang up now the call so that, I can call him now. Bye!

END OF CONVERSATION.

After Hongjoong's conversation with Y/N, he called Yunho…

THEIR CONVERSATION:

Yunho: Oh! Hongjoong!

Hongjoong: Someone already saw my advertisement and she wanted to check out your house. Can I bring her there?

Yunho: Okay! To be honest, I am now in Seonghwa’s house together with Jongho. You can show her my house and contact me again if she will be willing to be my housemate.

Hongjoong: Don’t worry I will tell you right away.

Yunho: That’s great! Thanks for your help Hongjoong! I should get going.

Hongjoong: Okay! No problem Yunho!

END OF CONVERSATION.

Then after Hongjoong got permission from Yunho he sent a message to Y/N and she saw it and it says…

“Y/N, my friend allowed me to show his house to you. Send me a message where should we meet and I will pick you up there- Hongjoong”

After she read the message she sent the location where she can be picked up by Hongjoong and then Y/N hurriedly fixed herself to meet up with him. After a few hours, Y/N arrived at the pick-up location and Hongjoong arrived just in time then that time Y/N was surprised because…

“Wow! Hongjoong seems to be rich and he has an expensive car,” Y/N thought and as she got in the car, Hongjoong looked at her.

"Gosh! He is handsome too! Why I do keep seeing handsome people these days!" Y/N thought as she smiled at him.

“Good afternoon Y/N,” Hongjoong said as he started to drive into Yunho’s place.

“Good afternoon too, Hongjoong! It seems you and your friend are rich, huh?” Y/N said and Hongjoong chuckled.

“Not at all,” Hongjoong said and Y/N just slightly laughed.

“May I ask, is the man that I will live with, is handsome like you?” Y/N asked and…

"Oh gosh! Why did I ask him like that?" Y/N thought and Hongjoong laughed at her while he is still focusing on driving.

"Thanks for your compliment, Y/N! But I think he is more handsome because he is taller than me," Hongjoong said and Y/N just laughed too. Then after few minutes of driving, they reached his place, and…

“Wow! Are you really sure that this is your friend’s house?” Y/N asked and Hongjoong chuckled.

“Yup! Let’s go inside and I will show where will be your room and other things in the house,” Hongjoong said and Y/N nodded and followed him. As they got inside, Y/N’s eyes can’t stop exploring the house then she saw some teenage photos of Yunho that she assumed that it will be her housemate and…

“Wait! He seems to be familiar,” Y/N thought and Hongjoong noticed it.

“See? He is more handsome than me. Haha!” Hongjoong said and Y/N chuckled.

“Both of you are handsome. By the way, where is he?” Y/N asked.

"As of the moment, my friend is hanging out with his other friends. Follow me I will show you the other parts of the house," Hongjoong said and Y/N nodded. Then both of them went to the kitchen, the backyard area with a swimming pool and finally to the bedroom…

“Wow! The bedroom is very spacious and I also have a veranda. Isn’t the price very cheap for me to pay the rent and be his housemate?” Y/N asked.

"To be honest, my friend is really generous and he didn't mind if you will pay him at a cheap price. So, are you willing to be his housemate?" Hongjoong asked.

“Of course! This will be a rare opportunity for me to live in this house even though I will pay the rent monthly. I am thinking starting tomorrow I will transfer my things here and within today I will transfer the payment too,” Y/N said as she smiled at Hongjoong.

"That's great! I also wanted to volunteer to get your things and transfer them to this house. Since I don't have any plans for tomorrow too," Hongjoong said as he smiled back.

“Are you sure? But my place is kinda far it takes 2-3 hours to arrive at my place,” Y/N said.

"It's okay! I can also drive you going home today so that I will know your exact location," Hongjoong said.

"Okay! It seems I will not have a problem for tomorrow. Thanks, Hongjoong! You are very accommodating," Y/N said then both of them smiled at each other and Hongjoong drive her home and…

“Thank you very much again Hongjoong! See you tomorrow and have a safe trip going back to your place,” Y/N said.

“No problem Y/N! I should get going. See you tomorrow!” Hongjoong said and Y/N nodded then Hongjoong left her.

"Wow! He is a gentleman and he will even help me for tomorrow!" Y/N thought and smiled at herself. As for Yunho that just got home, Yunho called Hongjoong, and then while he is focused on driving he answered the call via his Bluetooth earphones…

THEIR CONVERSATION:

Yunho: Hongjoong!

Hongjoong: Oh hey, Yunho! Are you already in your house?

Yunho: Yup! Did you already show the house earlier?

Hongjoong: Yup! Also, she will be willing to be your housemate, and tomorrow I will help her to bring her things into your house.

Yunho: That’s great! Are you now in the house too?

Hongjoong: Nope! I am still driving going home because I volunteered to drive your soon-to-be housemate to her home.

Yunho: Wow! By the way, what is her name?

Hongjoong: Her is name Y/N.

Yunho: Huh? Y/N? Are you sure?

Hongjoong: Yup! Why? Do you know her?

Yunho: Ummm… Nope!

Hongjoong: Oh okay! Are you going to be there at your house tomorrow?

Yunho: I will not be in the house from 8 am - 8 pm because I will be hanging out again with Jongho and Seonghwa tomorrow.

Hongjoong: Oh okay! Don't worry before you arrived at the house, everything will be arranged and fixed and also, of course, you will see your beautiful housemate. So, starting tomorrow you will not feel alone anymore.

Yunho: *slightly laughed* Thank you very much for helping me finding a housemate. I will treat you next time for dinner or lunch.

Hongjoong: That's great! I really have to hang up the call because Mingi is calling me.

Yunho: Okay! Drive safely and thanks again, Hongjoong!

Hongjoong: No problem! Bye!

END OF CONVERSATION.

After Yunho had a conversation with Hongjoong…

"I didn't expect Y/N will be my roommate! I bet she will be very shock tomorrow when she sees me. I should just pretend that I didn't know she is my roommate. But still, I am very happy that I will see her every day! Like what Hongjoong said I will not feel alone anymore!" Yunho thought as he smiled at himself...

THE NEXT DAY…

It was the day where Y/N will transfer to her new home and Hongjoong helped her to transfer the things to Yunho's house. Then after few hours they already finished fixing and arranging her things in her room.

“Thank you so much for helping me, Hongjoong!” Y/N said as she smiled.

"No problem, Y/N! But are you going to be okay if I leave you alone here? Because I should get going now because I will meet someone too but my friend told me you can watch television and use other appliances here and he also told me that he will arrive home around 8 pm," Hongjoong said.

“Oh! It’s okay! No worries! Thanks again for today, Hongjoong!” Y/N said.

“Okay! I have to go bye!” Hongjoong said then Y/N waved goodbye to him and she was now alone in the house and…

"I can't wait to see him later!" Y/N thought then throughout the day she did the things she really likes that made her didn't get bored in the house. As time goes by it was already 7:30 pm and she just finished having dinner but that time she didn't hear someone already opened the door then when the person reached the kitchen he stopped in his tracks and…

“It’s really Y/N! She is so beautiful and sexy!” Yunho thought as he saw that Y/N is getting something in the fridge and she is wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts but suddenly Y/N turned around she was startled because Yunho is very close to her that made the water spilled his shirt and…

"OMG! Mr. Yunho! I am so sorry!" Y/N said.

“It’s okay! I am sorry you got startled at my sudden appearance,” Yunho said.

“Ummm… I didn’t know that I will be living with you. Mr. Yunho!” Y/N said.

“I am also shocked too! But you can just call me Yunho since we are not in the office,” Yunho said.

“Okay! It means this is really your house?” Y/N said.

"Yes! I believe you saw my pictures in the living room, right?" Yunho asked. Then Y/N suddenly remembered his picture when he was a teenager and…

"Wait! Are you the boy that bullied me when we are in high school?" Y/N said as she raised one of her eyebrows.

“Finally! She already remembers me!” Yunho thought and he just laughed.

“I thought you will not remember me,” Yunho said and Y/N sighed.

“How can I not remember you! if you did so many bad things to me that time and do you know how stressed and depressed I am that time? I shouldn’t have met you again,” Y/N said angrily and when she was about to leave the kitchen, Yunho held her hand and Y/N was kinda surprised at his action and…

“Y/N, I know it’s all in the past. But I am really sorry it’s just that my friends that time are tough too and I just followed their orders to me,” Yunho said then Y/N looked at him.

“Are you really sincere about your sorry?” Y/N asked.

"I am sincere, Y/N. Also, I don't have any communication with them ever since we graduated from high school. So, are we okay now?" Yunho asked as he looked at her with puppy eyes.

"Okay, I will forgive you. By the way, I didn't expect you will be a CEO of a company," Y/N said as both of them sat at the dining table.

“It’s because of my family they own the company and they just trained me to be the CEO,” Yunho said.

“Oh! I see! But to be honest, this is kinda weird for me because you actually searched for a housemate here in your house. Why is that?” Y/N asked.

“I feel so alone whenever I go home because there is no one I can talk about my frustrations or any topic that I wanted to share because not at all the time my friends have the time to talk to me because they are all busy too like me. That’s why I asked Hongjoong to help me find a housemate and I am glad that it turns out to be you because I already know you,” Yunho said as he smiled at her.

“Gosh! Yunho is very handsome when he smiles too!” Y/N thought but she noticed that his shirt that was drenched with water became see-through and…

“Ummm… I think you should change first and have dinner now,” Y/N said and Yunho chuckled.

"Okay! Wait for a while. I will go change," Yunho said as he left her in the kitchen, he removed his coat and Y/N stared for a moment and…

"Wow! He has also broad shoulders and he is very tall!" Y/N thought. Then she just went to the living room and started to watch some random channels on the television when Yunho is going down the stairs…

"Wow! He is in a sleeveless shirt!" Y/N thought as she tried to focus watching and that time, Yunho went to the kitchen and get some food and brought it into the living room and he smiled at her.

“Are you already finished having dinner?” Yunho asked.

“Yup! By the way, your price for the rent is really cheap yet you will allow me to use the appliances and also, the swimming pool in your backyard?” Y/N said.

“Why? Don’t you like that? Okay, I will raise the price twice,” Yunho said jokingly and…

“No need to raise the price! Haha! Your friend Hongjoong is right that you are generous because also in your company there are so many things that we can do when we have a break and all of them are free,” Y/N said.

“Yup! I don’t want the employees to be stressed that much in work that’s why I provided various activities in the company building,” Yunho said as he smiled and Y/N just smiled back. After a few minutes of conversation they decided to watch a movie and that time, Y/N can’t stop looking at him…

“My gosh! How can I focus watching the movie with him!” Y/N thought but then while Yunho is still watching…

"I know you are looking at me and you need something, Y/N," Yunho said as he finally looked at her and smirked at her and Y/N gulped. Then Yunho went closer to her and he completely hovered above her and…

“You know, Y/N I am trying to resist myself doing things to you seeing you in what you are wearing right now,” Yunho said.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked.

"Innocent are we? Tell me, you are a virgin, right?" Yunho asked and Y/N blushed at his question.

“Ummm… Yes, I am!” Y/N said and Yunho smirked.

“Do you want me to be your first, Y/N?” Yunho asked and Y/N was shocked at his question but…

“Yes!” Y/N said and with her words, Yunho kissed her passionately and Y/N kissed him back. Then Yunho’s hands went to her sleeveless shirt and trying to remove it but then they suddenly stop and they just removed each other’s clothes and when they are finally naked…

“OMG! His body and damn how will it fit that to me!” Y/N thought.

"Shit! You are so hot, Y/N!" Yunho said as he decided to carry her into his room and throws him in the bed then Yunho attacked her neck and Y/N moaned his name and she tilted her neck more to give him more access then Yunho licked delicately, bites it, and sucked it that made a hickey.

“You’re already mine, Y/N!” Yunho said as he whispered to her and licked her earlobe that made Y/N moaned his name softly. Then his kisses went to her breast and he sucked it harshly and bit her nipples that made Y/N arched her back slightly.

"You are very responsive, baby girl! I like that!" Yunho said as he smirked and after he gave attention to her breast, one of his hands went to her clit and he suddenly inserted two fingers and thrust it at a fast pace that made Y/N looked at Yunho with an erotic expression where she moaned his name and Yunho just made eye contact with her as he continued to thrust his fingers to her at a fast pace…

"Fuck! You are taking my fingers well, baby girl! I can't wait to taste you," Yunho said as he bites his lips that made Y/N moan in response. But Yunho suddenly curled his fingers inside her that made Y/N moaned loudly his name and gripped his biceps.

“Fuck! Yunho I will cum!” Y/N said.

“Cum for me, Y/N,” Yunho said as he smirked at her then after few minutes Y/N cum onto his fingers and as Yunho pulled out his fingers he licked it while he is looking at Y/N.

“Shit! He is so hot when he is horny!” Y/N thought. Then Yunho kissed her again that made her taste herself in his tongue. Then suddenly Yunho stopped kissing her and went to one of his drawers and get a condom and…

“Oh! Prepared are we?” Y/N said and Yunho just smirked at her.

“Of course!” Yunho said as he put the condom into his cock and Y/N gulped.

“I know what you are thinking Y/N. Don’t worry. This will fit you and I will be gentle,” Yunho said as he winked at her and Y/N just blushed.

“Okay! I will trust you,” Y/N said.

“Unless you wanted me to be hard and rough to you,” Yunho said as he smirked at her.

"Let's see," Y/N said as she bites her lip and Yunho chuckled at her statement and…

"So, are you ready for me, baby girl?" Yunho asked.

“Yes! I am ready for you!” Y/N said then suddenly Yunho inserted his cock to her and Y/N yelped in pain and gripped his biceps then Yunho just kissed her lips and sucked her breast to distract her from the pain but as time goes by, Y/N adjusted to his size and she suddenly moved that Yunho groan from her action and…

“Yunho! Move!” Y/N said and Yunho smirked.

"As you wish, baby girl!" Yunho said then he started to thrust at a fast pace that made Y/N moan his name non-stop.

"Fuck! You're so tight, baby girl!" Yunho said and suddenly he gripped Y/N's waist that will surely bruise until the next day and thrust his cock at a hard pace.

“Oh shit! Yunho! That feels so good!” Y/N said as she gripped the bedsheets and her eyes were shut because of the pleasure she felt.

“Fuck! You are so sexy when you are moaning my name like that!” Yunho said and he suddenly hugged her body close to him and thrust his cock to her deeper that made Y/N scratched her nails at Yunho’s back that will surely make a red mark.

“Shit! You feel so good deeper to you, Y/N,” Yunho said as he whispered to her and bite her earlobe. As Yunho continued to thrust his cock deeper to her, Y/N is becoming more sensitive and she keeps moaning his name like a mantra and…

“Fuck! Yunho! I will cum!” Y/N said.

"Cum with me, Y/N," Yunho said, and in few thrusts of his cock both of them moan each other's name as they cum together. Then Yunho pulled out his cock to her and removed and threw the condom in the trash bin and laid beside Y/N.

“I didn’t imagine that my first day of stay here will be like this,” Y/N said and Yunho slightly laughed.

“But it’s fun, right?” Yunho said as he winked at her and Y/N blushed.

"It's fun but, is this will be only friends with benefits set-up?" Y/N asked and Yunho chuckled.

"I am not into those kinds of set-ups! I wanted to make this a real love relationship," Yunho said as he smiled at her.

“Are you kidding?” Y/N asked as she raised one of her eyebrows.

"No, I am not! I am serious Y/N! To be honest, I am so happy that I met you again and I like you. So are you going to accept me as a boyfriend?" Yunho said and Y/N blushed at his words.

“Yes! I will accept you as my boyfriend, Yunho!”Y/N said and Yunho kissed her lips quickly and both of them smiled at each other.

“Wait! We have work tomorrow!” Y/N said.

“No worries I will tell Jongho that you will not be able to go to work tomorrow because you have other things to do. Also, I wanted to be with you until tomorrow,” Yunho said as he smiled at her.

“Okay! If you said so!” Y/N said.

“Let’s go to sleep. I love you and good night Y/N!” Yunho said.

“I love you too and good night Yunho!” Y/N said as both of them hugged each other as they went to sleep. The next day both of them didn’t go to work and they just decided to have a date instead and enjoyed each moment.

끝 THE END

Thank you for reading my one-shot smut fan fiction of Ateez’s Yunho Stay tuned for the next member! :)

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Disney Prince!AU with Seonghwa

★ Seonghwa as Disney’s Prince Charming ★

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Group: ATEEZ

Member: Park Seonghwa

Genre: fluff, romance, hints of angst

part of the Disney Prince Series - could also be a prince!au

Type: Bulletpoint AU

Word Count: approx. 3k

A/N: I had to spice things up a bit bc after a rewatch of Cinderella, I have realized they have no flavor and got a bit carried away—so enjoy!

Warnings: family death + mentions of abusive family - you know the classic princess storyline.

Seonghwa….. is not your average prince

but it’s not depicted in a negative light

so, he’s the prince other nations wished they had

he’s very involved with the state of affairs, often spends time in the villages and conversing with the townsfolk, and often visits schools to read to them or just watch them and it’s so……...wholesome

*cut to him struggling to sit on the carpet with the kids bc his legs can’t fold*

basically everyone loves him because he’s got this angelic aura around him that just makes you feel like you can trust him with anything

and I mean anything

mothers would probably offer him their babies if that was appropriate

he’s just super sweet and tries to remember what he learns in order to take it back and make use of it with the current policies that the parliament is trying to endorse or something

obviously, this is the main image of him to the public

and it’s not fake

but those in the palace know he can get a bit mischievous and sassy

it’s only really seen by those who are close with him, or have been around for a longer time

like assistant!Hongjoong and head butler!Wooyoung

since they’re all close in age and grew up together too, they’re much more comfortable with one another

Hongjoong: *hits his head on a doorway*

Seonghwa: “......... are you an idiot?”

guard!Yeosang and butler-in-training!San: laughing

no, but for real, all of them know he’s basically an angel

the amount of shit he’s putting up with them, but like they make for great entertainment lmao

anyways

the older workers at the palace find him adorable

like when Seonghwa tried to sneak-eat the freshly picked strawberries

“my prince, did you just eat a strawberry?”

Seonghwa with a mouthful of them: “no”

he’s like the grandson they all want (and are trying to get, but we’ll get to that later)

other than his charities and visits and public outings, he’s also known to be a good horseback rider

like real good

Wooyoung: “this is the most princely we’ll ever see him”

he’s kidding, but he’s also not kidding

bc lbr: Seonghwa in a horseback riding fit with the shoulder pads and the helmet and the wind and

Wow

many gather to see him in his glorious, sweaty state afterwards

it’s funny bc he’s so handsome and there are times when he’ll acknowledge it and other times when he doesn’t

especially since the ateez boys just ignore him or tease him

now it just depends on how he feels that day as to how he’d react

since he’s got such a good reputation, you know what that means?

lots of treaties and lots of marriage proposals

on one hand, many nearby countries know how nice Prince Seonghwa is—and some thought he was naive enough to be deceived by them

and that led to a few wars, but they lost real bad bc they assumed he was too nice

when, in actuality, he’s very knowledgeable since he takes a lot after the king and the queen

that allowed much more respect for the kingdom, especially since he’s the first in line for the throne once he’s married

which leads to the second thing: he gets lots and lots of marriage proposals

have you SEEN him?????

do you know how CAPABLE he is????

helloo?????

anyways

the royal family kind of milks this—not in that way tho

it’s in the sense that it’s because they want him to find someone soon and there’s more time for them to learn the ropes about ruling a kingdom

that means lots of balls are thrown in hopes of Seonghwa finding someone to ~catch his eye~ and whatnot

but Seonghwa just uses this as a diplomatic advantage, you know? like a chance for him to meet other royals and build these relationships

and while he has good intentions, the rejected royals are kind of bitter, but they know better than to mess with the Royal Family

meanwhile, party planner!Yunho is lowkey racking in the dough from these events, so he’s fine throwing all these balls lmao

this is where you come in

but, it’s not how others might think

so, you used to be the daughter of a well-of-ish family—you had money for a house and caretakers who adored you and you with parents who loved you dearly

you lived in your own little bubble of love

but then your mother died

when she died, it was almost as if she had taken the lively atmosphere of the household with her

your father buried himself into his work, rarely making time for you anymore and…. there was a drift

one day he came home with a mysterious woman, proclaiming her as your stepmother

along with her came her two daughters, who were as ugly outside as they were on the inside

while you could have done without her passive-aggressiveness, it was nice to see your father happy

but lo-and-behold, you lucked out and he died on a business trip, leaving you alone with strangers to become your only family

it only got worse from there as they openly started to mock you, shame you and push you beyond your boundaries

as they could no longer pay for the staff, they also forced you to clean after them, cook for them, and make all the arrangements that they demanded

or, as your oh-so-lovely stepmother said “you’re below us and you will always be below us”

at first, you put up with it because there’s nowhere else for you

but, slowly, the idea of running away was starting to sound better

and the opportunity came as the palace was starting to look for more servants who would stay in the servants’ quarters

you immediately packed away your things, which wasn’t much to begin with—your mother’s locket being the major trinket you possessed

and ran off to work as a housekeeper, who hid away behind the palace walls and the public eye

since you clean for the palace, it also means cleaning after the balls

other than television appearances, you never really saw the royal family

even as you did work in the palace because……………. they’re running a goddamned country

but, of course, there are rumors and gossip with the other housekeepers which all come from reliable resources

**cough cough definitely Wooyoung cough cough**

so there’s a lot of what you heard, not really from what you’ve seen, despite what some might think when working in the palace

that was until you were called to work at your first ball

which meant you were cleaning after the tables and in the kitchens, going in and out of the ballroom and between dinner tables

getting glimpses of some of the royals

and picking up on some of their juicy conversations

(apparently this one duke almost had an affair with this king’s secret mistress… all the tea)

anyways

you get the point

every once in a while you have to work at the balls when they need the extra help

but, there was one that was…………. different

a lot of the balls are for the royals to take and engage and whatever, but there have been so many and Seonghwa………….

Seonghwa hasn’t been interested in a single one despite the purpose being to help him find someone

Hongjoong: “what’s wrong with them?”

Seonghwa: “there’s nothing wrong with them, I don’t want just someone”

Seonghwa: “I want it to happen naturally—call me old fashioned but if this is someone I want to spend the rest of my life with, it has to be someone who knows me”

Wooyoung, in the corner: “that is old fashioned, hasn’t he heard of tinder?”

advisor!Mingi: “I don’t think it would be a good look for the country if the prince is on tinder”

guard!Yeosang: “we should test it out”

butler-in-training!San: “omg reverse pretty woman”

Hongjoong: “everyone get out, you’re all useless”

okay, but like real talk: he’s such a romantic and the whole unofficial arranged marriage is just………. too much

so, his parents were like: so, you want more options?

Seonghwa: “not what I said”

and they expanded the invitation list for one night, meaning ANYONE had a shot with Seonghwa and

well

he is very popular, so you can imagine how many people were planning on coming and the staff (i.e. you) had to prepare for everything

for the week, the castle was bustling and you were running around to help out and it……. it was all so insane

and then it happens

you’re minding your own business and working and eavesdropping as one does when one works

because everyone is there and who doesn’t love listening to drama that isn’t just from fancy people

but since everyone is here

you failed to remember that a certain group of people were also there

the group of people being your step-mother and step sisters

instinctively, you ducked and hid, moving away from the main room that was swarmed with people who were all trying to obtain Seonghwa’s attention

(who was also trying to hide from everyone else and instinctively failing)

eventually, you found yourself in the gardens, where you tried to make yourself busy

but it ended up being a small walk through the gardens, picking up the occasional liter and small talk with the gardeners

the garden is huge, so you get a bit lost as you wander—physically and emotionally

meanwhile, Seonghwa managed to escape from the others with the help of the other ateez boys

major shoutout to Yunho and Jongho, who insisted on leading the cupid shuffle and cha cha slide

also Yeosang for blocking off people who were trying to shoot their shot with a tired Seonghwa who did not want any of this

he ended up in the gardens as well, walking down a small path with Yeosang trailing a bit farther behind

he spots you on a bench, admiring the flowers under the bright moonlight

and you were absolutely breath-taking

not wanting to disturb your peace, he tried to leave

only to knock into a garden gnome and catch your attention as he tries to not break it

You: “um”

Seonghwa: “I’m so sorry, I was just going to leave, I didn’t mean to disturb you”

You: he looks familiar

You: “I know you from somewhere”

Seonghwa: literally in the most extravagant suit and sparkle make-up as he’s still crouched on the ground trying not to break a gnome that cost like $5 at a Target

also Seonghwa: “have we met before?”

you exchange names and that’s when it clicks

You: “OH MY GOD. MY PRINCE.”

immediately, you try to curtsy or bow or whatever the royals make you do to the ground bc Seonghwa’s still at ground level

and Seonghwa’s just…………. scrambling to try to get you off the ground with flushed ears at you calling him your prince

Seonghwa: “please, you literally do not have to”

You: “I don’t want to be beheaded”

You: “plus, isn’t it like, illegal for me not to?”

Seonghwa: “well, I’m technically giving you orders not to…..”

You: well, can’t argue with that

you slowly get up and dust yourself off, unable to look at him in the eye

even from the corner of your eyes tho, you can see what the fuss is about

bc Seonghwa in that suit and hair swept back is hot™

You: “Prince, I apologize if I’m speaking out of line, but shouldn’t you be inside?”

Seonghwa: “couldn’t I ask you the same thing?”

You: “but this is in your honor, not mine”

Seonghwa: “is it tho?”

Seonghwa: “I keep telling everyone I would like to fall in love on my own and yet………. everyone keeps meddling and making plans and now everyone in the kingdom is after me when I’m just trying to do my best for our citizens”

you’re a bit silent, unsure as to how to respond

Seonghwa: “I’m sorry for just dumping this on you, but, everyone keeps telling me I shouldn’t be so worried”

You: “well, Prince, I think what you need to hear is that your feelings are valid”

You: “it’s only natural for you to want to find someone on your own—freedom is something everyone wants, which is why it’s so hard to obtain”

there’s a bit of an awkward silence

for one bc you didn’t know what he was really like and if you were allowed to say something like that

two being that you didn’t know if you should leave

but he speaks up

Seonghwa: “you’re right—I did need that”

the air loosens a bit between the two of you

Seonghwa: “so, are you also hiding from an influx of suitors?”

you laugh a little, playing like a twinkling melody to Seonghwa’s ears

You: “no, but I am hiding from people”

Seonghwa: “it’s okay, you don’t have to share if you don’t want to”

you two get to spend a bit more time together, just chatting and getting to know one another

he’s really sweet, but also kind of goofy with a handful of cheesy pickup lines that definitely comes from spending too much time on the internet but also Wooyoung

the time is short but sweet

bc, before you know it, it strikes 12 and Hongjoong has a hold on him by bulldozing past Yeosang who just blinks at the small gust of wind

Hongjoong: “Seonghwa! your parents are looking for you! we gotta go!”

he greets you hastily, before grabbing a hold of Seonghwa and dragging him away—in which Seonghwa is still trying to get one last look at you before you disappear off into the night

or, in your case, back to the kitchen to avoid your stepfamily

the rest of the night passes as expected, at least for you as you busy yourself with washing dishes in the kitchen

but Seonghwa found himself like a mercat, poking his head around trying to find you every once in a while

the time you’d spent together was short, but it was the most fun he’s had at these balls

and it showed, as noted by Hongjoong and Wooyoung with the week that followed after

he was spacing out, wondering what could have been if things were different

basically, homeboy was sulking bc he didn’t know when he could see you again or if you had someone or if you were even interested

Hongjoong: “how are we supposed to help him when we don’t even know who it is?”

Mingi: “didn’t you get a glimpse?”

Hongjoong: “I was busy with other things”

Wooyoung: “so you didn’t even ask for a name?”

Yeosang: “it’s (Y/N)”

all the boys:

Hongjoong: “how do you know that?”

Yeosang: “I was eavesdropping”

San: “um—”

Wooyoung: “wait, we know (Y/N)”

Yunho: “so am I throwing another party or?”

Wooyoung: “we can find (Y/N) first and then throw a party”

so, they kind of hunt you down to where you’re cleaning for the day

and Wooyoung asks you about Seonghwa

lowkey bc he wants the tea but also bc he wanted to make sure you’re not one of those insane people that are completely obsessed with him

(considering what he had to witness during that last ball)

and after passing his vibe check

he sends you to the library “to clean”

which is odd because you already cleaned it for the week but

Wooyoung: “I’m technically your boss, so go”

You: weirded out

also you: “okay”

little did you know, Seonghwa was already there, occupying himself with some new books while Hongjoong and Yeosang were keeping an eye out for you

who was lowkey trying to hide in the shadows and failing miserably bc of all the goddamned windows

Seonghwa spots your shadow, quickly getting up and following you

Seonghwa: “wait! (Y/N)?”

you turn around, a bit startled from the call out

Seonghwa: “I thought it was you”

you give a small bow to greet him

You: “my prince”

Seonghwa: “you can just call me Seonghwa”

Seonghwa: “I didn’t know you were here”

You: “I didn’t know you were here either”

he lets out a small chuckle

Seonghwa: “I meant I didn’t know you were staying in the castle”

You: “I’m not just staying here, I work here prin—Seonghwa”

Seonghwa: “well I guess that makes finding you a bit easier around here”

You: “you were looking for me?”

Seonghwa: “well, I like your company”

You: flushed

Seonghwa: “do you enjoy mine?”

You: “I’d be glad to bask in your presence”

and for a moment, it’s just the two of you

*cut to Hongjoong and Yeosang high-fiving in the back*

after that, the two of you spend more time together

it’s cute bc Seonghwa also likes to clean (which explains why there were never housekeepers needed for him)

so it means he also helps you clean and still have fun doing it

speaking of which, you got to find out how domestic he is and it melts your heart every time

especially when he’s interacting with children who visit the castle

so you can tell he really wants a family

bc he’s so good with kids and knows how to take care of people and what more can you really ask for

he’s also a great listener

like he really knows what you need based on what you tell him

and when you opened up to him about what happened at home

he was just such a big sweetheart about it, asking if you’re okay and checking with you emotionally and it

I LOVE PARK SEONGHWA SO MUCH

anyways

so his parents did find out bc Wooyoung has a big mouth and def blabbed to San and everyone else in the goddamned kingdom who knows Wooyoung

rip Seonghwa

also rip everyone in the kingdom who found out bc again

Seonghwa is very desired amongst many

which also led to a lot of jealous people who gossiped about you but jokes on them bc you still have Seonghwa at the end of the day and they have jack shit :)

back to what I was saying

when his parents found out, they were totally accepting of it considering how happy the two of you are

(also you were lowkey fearful they were just gonna straight up kill you bc you aren’t royal, but also, they’re good rulers who care about people)

which also meant they wanted to train you to help him run the kingdom but that’s a different story

anyways, prince charming!Seonghwa is indeed very charming

and gentlemanly and all that other good stuff

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writingbeary · 4 years ago

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Kingdom - Introduction Stage (pt.1)

Minyoung’s Outfit

Note:

Texts placed inside brackets are Kingdom's show subtitles

Italicized texts are in English

Texts that are block quoted are interview cuts

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“Minyoung-ah, are you nervous?” Yeosang asked the girl who was fidgeting beside him.

She let out a sigh, nodding “A bit? We’re going to meet senior groups and compete with them. But I’m also excited to hear their performances that I’m not sure what I’m actually feeling right now” She was nervous but also excited to finally be here.

Today was the first meeting of the groups that are participating in Kingdom. It was finally the day that they will show off what they’ve been working on for the past month or so. If you ask Minyoung, she’ll say that this stage might be more nerve wracking than when they made their debut. The groups they’re competing with are the same people who inspired them to be an idol.

Yeosang smiled and gave her hand a light squeeze “We’ll be alright.” It was such a simple gesture but it calmed her nerves a bit. She was reminded that she’s not facing this challenge alone, she’s with 8 other people to represent ATEEZ. Mingi might not have been able to participate with them but he made sure to send everyone a message of support and that he’ll be watching their broadcasts.

The distinct sound effect sounded signaling them to make their way inside the studio. ATEEZ logo for Kingdom was flashed and they made their way inside. Greeting the groups before them with Yunho in-front asking how far they have to go.

“Waah. So it looks like this. It looks bigger than what I imagined.” Minyoung looked around the studio following behind Yeosang. Hongjoong then led the members to stand in the center to introduce themselves. “We’ll introduce ourselves. 2, 3 . Hello, we’re ATEEZ. We’re looking forward to this.”

[During the pre-interview]

“I’m sure a lot of people won’t know who ATEEZ are, the kind of performances we put on, and our colors as musicians” Wooyoung answered when they were asked what they expect will happen on the show

San nodded adding “We want people to remember who ATEEZ is.”

“How do you want the other singer to perceive your group?” The staff asked and San immediately answered “They will probably say, ‘They are ATEEZ?’. They probably heard about us, but I want to impress them once they see our performance.”

“I want them to acknowledge us and have someone say something like ‘They’re crazy’ or ‘How did they come up with this performance?’ or ‘As expected of ATEEZ.’. I think it’ll be a really meaningful experience if I could hear them say that at least once throughout the show. Afterall, we’re the youngest group participating.” Minyoung adding in her thought as the others smile agreeing with her

“Or it could be ‘Good job, our babies.’ We’d be open to that too.” Wooyoung added making the others laugh

[ATEEZ is a group that needs love and attention]

Once the greetings are over, Minyoung sat in-between Wooyoung and Hongjoong as discussed beforehand. She wanted to sit beside Jongho at first but since they might get interviewed during the show, it was best for her to sit beside Hongjoong to help her out if needed.

“It’s too quiet that it’s making me really nervous.” Minyoung mumbled taking deep breathes to calm down. Wooyoung noticed, taking her hands and patting it.

“You know when you’re visiting a friend’s house for the first time? The atmosphere feels like that.” Minyoung laughed as she recalled the silence in the studio when they sat down in their booth.

The awkward silence in the studio was broken when BTOB entered. They immediately started a conversation with the groups, upon noticing the heavy atmosphere. Eunkwang joked around with Chan making everyone in the studio laugh, easing the nerves of all the groups.

“Omo” Minyoung gasped, immediately bowing again as she met eyes with Minhyuk. She turned to Hongjoong and whispered with a mix of panic and shyness making the leader chuckle “I accidentally met Minhyuk-sunbaenim’s eyes.”

“Are you bringing out your fangirl mode?” Wooyoung grinned knowing how big of a Melody she is. Minyoung pouted however kept quiet as she knows she’ll probably forget they’re even filming and just enjoy the show.

When SF9 came, Minyoung was excitedly waving at her friend Chani, the latter showing a thumbs up. She giggled upon hearing Hongjoong’s comment on how the members of SF9 all look like models. “Oppa, we need to make sure never to stand near them. We’ll look really small beside them. That’s what happened when they visited the set when I was filming with Chani.”

“That’s how you wear a suit.” Seonghwa commented as he looked at the group

“Will we ever be able to wear suits until this show ends?” Hongjoong wondered as the other members immediately turned down the idea.

“I think we need to protect ATEEZ’ image and not have you wear suits until then. Let’s stick with what everyone looks good in.” Minyoung piped in teasingly

When iKON entered the studio, everyone thought of the same thing: they are different. It’s not that they are scary but they have a certain force that makes you pay attention even when they are just sitting down.

“I used to be a trainee under their company, so I have met them in passing and even then, they have this aura about them. iKON-sunbaenim also inspired many of our members to become idols. They’re really cool and being on the same room with them, it’s just...they’re really cool.” Minyoung nodded to herself smiling

ATEEZ went first as they were picked by iKON, which the group was thankful for as they felt like it would be a lot more pressure if they performed after the senior groups.

Minyoung didn’t have a particularly active role in this performance although she does need to do the ending pose with San holding up a torch, while she holds up a flag with their logo on it. During the rehearsals, she had a hard time getting to her place since she’s either getting caught in the camera shot or she’s a beat late in getting to where she needs to be.

“I was really nervous when we were sitting down but now that I’m wearing the mic, I’m just..I want to perform already. All I’m thinking about is that we have to do well and show them the stage ATEEZ prepared.” Minyoung laughed as the staff assisted her in putting her mic in.

As soon as ATEEZ finished their performance and they were all backstage, Minyoung immediately rushed to Wooyoung apologizing. “Sorry oppa! Are you okay? I stepped a bit too hard.” she was panicking looking at him and checking if he got injured.

Wooyoung shook his head, smiling “It’s okay, it didn’t really hurt. You didn’t hurt yourself right?”

Minyoung nodded, still a bit shaken “I’m okay. Are you sure? You didn’t get injured? Maybe we should it ice your shoulder just to be safe” making Wooyoung chuckle and pinch her cheek

“I’m fine. See?” he said as he moved his arms and rolled his shoulders to prove it “Stop worrying so much. We finished the performance well and that’s all we need to remember. Now, we can just sit back and enjoy the rest of the performances.”

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ATEEZ Minyoung Masterlist

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. Any portrayal of real people is a combination based on what we could see on cameras and imagination of the author. This is purely fan fiction written for entertainment. Thank you for understanding.

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Writing Beary Corner

I cut this into two parts with this one probably being longer than the other. I originally didn’t want to go into details but as I was writing it...this happened lol I’m thinking if I should keep this format or have interviews be in bullets rather than the blocked quote. Tell me what you think :)

- Mimi

#kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez #ateez 9th member #ateez au #ateez oc #kpop oc #atz au #atz #atz oc #kpop imagines #park minyoung #ateez minyoung #minyoung masterlist #writing beary

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moonlight-additions · 4 years ago

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Learn The Alphabet With Elena

a/n: Anything written in italics is in English! Also I saw @1-800-enhypenbibi do this and liked the idea so I decided to do this with Elena! (Let me know if you want a background of any of these!) Aeri’s Version • Misun’s Version

Elena’s Masterlist

A - “Always approach people with a smile. It either comforts them or scares them. Either way it’s pretty effective for me.”

B - “Boring? You must not be paying attention.”

C - “Can you add like three extra espresso shots to my usual? It’s been a long day.”

D - “Do you ever just wink at a random person to see their reaction? No? Just me?”

E - “Everyone always talks about Jaemin’s coffee drink in my comments. At this point I’m going to try it live one day.”

F - “For someone who sang a song about someone focusing on them, you sure don’t focus on me.”

G - “Guys, I don’t need a sexy concept because I am the sexy concept.”

H - “Heels are essential.”

I - “If you’re going to call me a bitch, put boss in front of it.”

J - “Jongho is a baby. Wait, no, he’s an adult, but he’ll always be my baby.”

K - “Knowledge is Power, but like Cersei Lannister once said ‘Power is Power’.”

L - “Losing isn’t apart of my itinerary.”

M - “Make sure y’all are keeping hydrated and drinking water! On a completely unrelated note, remember I know how to box.”

N - “No. Guys remember, we don’t simp, we get simped over.”

O - “Opinionated but I’m always spitting straight facts!”

P - “People can talk about me, I really won’t care, but if they talk about someone I care about... well that’s a whole different story.”

Q - “Quite the contrary actually. I love pineapple but it does not belong on pizza!”

R - “Really? Cheating? Me? Pfft. I would never. I’m just that good.”

S - “Solo por un beso como Aventura, Mami hazlo por la cultura… if you know you know.”

T - “Trust me, I know what I’m doing, I watched a YouTube video over this. Trust the process.”

U - “Usually Yunho is here with me too. You’re right about that, but not today. Anyways look at my nails, I just got them done!”

V - “Very Nice me was a different me than the one now. We don’t talk about her.”

W - “Wrong. I’m good at everything.”

X - “X marks the spot I have in your heart.”

Y - “You think I’m ugly? Have you checked your eyesight recently?”

Z - “Zebras are crazy if you think about it. They’re just black and white horses.”

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skzfairies · 4 years ago

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confident queen

time: mama 2019

pairing: yuri + ateez

summary: yuri wants to show everyone a new side of her, and the boys are completely shocked.

warnings: mentions of people bodyshaming yuri

they were currently backstage at mama, and they were preparing for their first ever performance there. they were very excited, this was their first time at such a big event, and they were ready to show everyone who they really were.

they were all getting changed, just coming back from rehearsals and ready to start getting ready for the real thing.

recently, yuri has been a lot of comments concerning her body, and she was tired of it. she was very confident in her body, and she didn’t think any one else should have a say on how she feel. although it was hard to keep that mindset, she worked very hard to brush off every comment that told her she needed to loose weight. she knew she was healthy, and she would be damned if she would let anyone tell her she’s not.

she quickly grabbed her outfit from her stylist, and ran to get changed before any of the boys could see it. normally, she would show them before hand, but she wanted this to be a suprise.

she was going to show off her body at the show, to show all the haters that she did not care about one single word they told her. she was going to show her confidence on stage, and even though she could perfectly do that in any outfit, she thought if she showcased her body tonight that it would be a big slap into the face of haters.

she was wearing a white crop top with rhinestones on it that ended above her rib cage and a pair of white demin shorts. this was paired with white sparkly gloves, and white combat boots, along with a fluffy white jacket. she looked in the mirror, and she loved the outfit so much, she was so excited to wear it on stage, and show it to the boys. she took a deep breath, and opened the door, and walked out. she posed in the middle of the room, and laughed at the boys expressions.

they were speechless, their mouths were open, and their eyes were big, they never saw her in anything that was more revealing than them, which wasn’t very much. hongjoong was the first one that spoke up, “you look amazing yuri!” he began clapping and yuri laughed and bowed, murmuring a soft thank you.

“you do look amazing yuri, gorgeous too. are you sure you want to wear it though, with everything that people were saying?” seonghwa asked, making eye contact with her. yuri chuckled, and nodded her head.

“that’s exactly the reason i want to wear it, i want to show everyone i’m happy with how i look, and that i’m already incredibly sexy. a slap to the face to them, you know?” yuri said, and the boys started clapping. some started yelling “queen”, and “show them”, and yuri laughed and smiled. she was happy the boys were supportive, because she would defiantly need a lot afterwards.

“yuri, i am so incredibly proud of you. thank you for not listening to them.” mingi said and ran up and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and yuri hugged him back.

“it was hard, but i did it! i cant wait to watch the idol reactions later.” yuri laughed, loving to watch those in her free time.

“when you get on stage, can i scream that your my best friend?” mingi asked.

“mingi, no, you gotta show your abs remember? we can both show skin together, besties do everything together.” yuri commented, making everyone laugh. they we’re definitely being revealing twins today.

yuri was getting her make up done, she was sitting by the wall with san to her right.

“you do look really good, by the way.” san said, looking over when the stylist walked away. yuri laughed, were they all just realizing it now?

“i need to show my body to get compliments? noted.” yuri laughed when san protested.

“i know that’s not what you meant. thanks though. i don’t know if i’ll be able to make it today without freezing to death though.” yuri chuckled, reaching over to the table and wrapping the blanket around her.

“say hi to atiny yuri!” wooyoung screamed, and yuri looked at him through the mirror and waved at the camera through the mirror.

“atiny, did you like my outfit?” yuri asked, winking into the mirror. she could hear wooyoung chuckle and the zoom in noise behind her.

“oh atiny is going to go crazy, i won’t have any atiny biasing me anymore! they are all going to go to you!” wooyoung complained, zooming back out.

“sorry wooyoung, but the sexy position is being handed over to me. maybe next time” yuri giggled, laughing harder when wooyoung screamed.

“atiny, the best time to mess with my members is when i’m getting my makeup and hair done, they can’t touch me then.” yuri chuckled, it was true. they would get in trouble if they tried to get back at her, so she was completely safe.

yuri was currently sitting on the couch now, scrolling through her phone, when she felt someone sink next to her. she looked up, and smiled at hongjoong, who sat next to her.

“yuri, i was thinking about something, only if your okay with it.” hongjoong said, causing yuri to hum.

“i was thinking at the end, you know how normally seonghwa has the ending part?” yuri nodded, not seeing where he was going with this.

“i was thinking that you could do it instead, since you do it earlier in the song too, so we could just flip the timing of those parts. like you take seonghwa’s part at the end, and then he take’s you singing the chrous in return.” hongjoon said, looking over to yuri. it could work, they could just practice it real fast in the room, and it wouldn’t be a big change, since they both stand by each other.

“did you talk to seonghwa oppa about this?” yuri was fine with it, as long as seonghwa was fine with it.

“yeah, he’s fine with it. he really wants you to do it, so do i. i think it would be really iconic if you do the ending part, and it would add a even more thrilling ending you know?” hongjoong said, smiling.

“i’ll do it, we should practice it now.” yuri stood up, and walked over to seonghwa.

“do you want to practice the part change?” yuri smiled, and looked down at seonghwa. giggling when he shot up.

“yes, let’s do it. i’m happy you decide to do it!” yuri laughed and got in position, practice with seonghwa.

“what are you two doing?” yeosang asked, looking at them through the mirror.

“we are switching parts, yuri is having the ending part.” seonghwa said. all of the members gasped, they weren’t aware of this.

“so suddenly?” jongho asked, they only had a few hours until their performance.

“it’s not that big of a change, so it’s no biggie.” yuri said, it really wasn’t. they both already figuried it out.

“should we practice it as a group real fast?” wooyoung asked, looking around. all the members nodded, and did a quick run through of the dance. the staff clapping when all of them were done.

“it’s cool when you do it yuri, you should permanently do that part.” yeosang joked, all of them laughing when seonghwa screamed in protest.

all of them were stretching, getting ready to be called.

“ATEEZ, stand by!” one of the directors yelled, and all of them stood up, making last minute touches and putting on their mics, and heading back stage.

“are you ready to show them that you are a confident queen, yuri?” mingi asked, nudging her and smiling.

“oh, i was born ready, get together guys!” yuri whispered, gathering the boys into the circle.

“leader, would you do the honors?” yuri looked up at hongjoong and smiled.

“1,2, nine makes one team, fighting!” all of them said together, and yuri felt the chills run up her arm. she was ready to give the performance of her life.

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hongism · 5 years ago

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mists of celeste ➻ ten

➻ pairing: ??? x fem reader ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, eventual smut ➻ Word Count: 4.9k ➻ Rating: M ➻ Warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, future warnings tba ➻ summary: Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you

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mists of celeste act one ➻ part ten

The water is cold under your bare feet. The red moon cascades dark light over the lake, and you glance around in search of your typical companion. The water swirls around your ankles as you wade through it, moving closer to the shore. Daichi is at the edge again, squatted down on the rocks. He prods at the pebbles beneath the water with his fingers. As you get closer to him, you see that he’s drawing small patterns in them. They are familiar ones, the same design that lines the skin along your spine. You bring a hand to the back of your neck just at the thought of them.

“You messed up,” Daichi says once you’re within a couple feet of him. A frown comes to your lips. “You used your abilities. In front of many people. You could have been caught, Umiko. Do you not realize that?”

“I do.”

“Then what were you thinking? Have you grown to be that careless?”

You don’t answer the man; instead, you turn away from him to squeeze your eyes shut and try to reign in the anger that bubbles in your gut.

“Do you wish to be caught? Should the military take you back and use you as a siphon? Why be careless now, Umiko? For what? For lives that don’t matter?”

You spin on your heel and kick up some of the black water. It smacks Daichi across the eyes. He flinches away from the attack but doesn’t make much of an effort to block it. He wipes the water away from his face.

A moment later, you find yourself flat on your back in the water. Daichi hasn’t budged an inch, and you know that he’s using his own powers to attack you. You pull yourself up, clothes weighed down by the water, and lunge towards Daichi. He doesn’t even lift a finger to send you crashing to the water again.

“You are careless and juvenile. Too much is slipping through, and you are allowing it. You must hide your markings. You will be caught if you don’t. You are already dangerously close to exposing yourself. Whether you want to face it or not, there is a Siren nearby. You must acknowledge it and guard yourself properly against him.”

“Busy?”

The voice drags you out of the reverie, and you lurch forward as you pull yourself out of the dreamscape. You blink at the scene before you, the black landscape of space looming before you without end. You hadn’t even realized that you let yourself slip into the dreamscape while awake. The man who spoke comes up on your right.

“You’re up!” You exhale, surprise in your tone as you look at the man who smiles like a Cheshire back at you. You haven’t seen him since Yunho carried his scarily limp body off the transport ship. It’s a vague memory, especially since your body was still overrun by the adrenaline in your system. You do remember trying to follow Yunho only to be stopped by Jongho. The Berserker had told you to head back to your room and get some rest while Yunho worked his magic, and you had no choice but to do just that.

“Yea, none the worse for wear,” San laughs out. He scratches at the back of his neck. “Slept for three days straight though. I’m mildly impressed with myself. Almost pulled a you there.” He sends a cheeky wink your way. You scoff at his remark, reaching over to punch his bicep. “Ouch! Hey! Go easy on the goods. I’m still fragile.”

“Oh, quit whining. If you have enough energy to make fun of me, I can hit you.” You roll your eyes before looking back out into space. “What was Yunho’s verdict?”

“Overexertion,” San answers with a sigh. “Using my powers too much in a short period of time. I’m good to move around but I should avoid things that could be taxing. Which means no sex.”

“Oh, you poor thing.” Your elbow finds San’s side as you utter the half-hearted reply. He whines at the impact. “Don’t complain too much or you’ll overexert yourself again.”

“Wow, ouch. I am physically hurt by your words. I cannot believe you would turn your back on me like this when I’m having such a rough time. The ultimate betrayal truly.” San places his hand over his chest, grasping the material of his shirt as he pretends to double over in pain. You award him with a slight glare. It’s enough to cause him to relent and stand up straight, looking out the window as you do.

You’re on the bridge for once. You try to make a point of avoiding the bridge simply because you don’t want to run into Hongjoong, and the captain spends all of his time here so it’s hard to avoid someone like that. You don’t have a choice today; Seonghwa asked that you come to the bridge first thing because Hongjoong wanted to see you. Of course, Hongjoong had to be busy with something right when you came to the bridge, thus here you are now waiting for said man to just hurry the fuck up and get this over with.

“I hate space with a passion,” you mutter after a few moments of just looking out into the vast emptiness.

“You picked a bad line of work then.” You release a laugh, bringing your arms up to cross over your chest.

“Maybe I did.”

“Why do you hate space so much?”

“It’s too big. Empty but at the same time full. So many unknowns out there.”

“Well, there are a lot of knowns as well,” San argues. “It isn’t all bad, is it? There’s a lot of beauty to space, even if you can’t always see it. Like an oyster or a geode. You can’t see the beauty on the outside, but the deeper you go, the more beauty you see. No?”

“I suppose you’re right,” you mutter. You drag your tongue over the front of your teeth, saying nothing more, but San doesn’t seem too bothered.

“It’s a bit ironic for you to hate space yet spend so much time in it.”

“I didn’t have much of a choice. Didn’t have any choice at all really.”

San laughs in response to your comment even though nothing about what you said is amusing in the slightest.

“I understand that feeling all too well.”

You neglect to reply. Something about his words and the tone lingering in them reminds you of what Yeosang had mentioned during the mission.

“San chose what he is, and he chose to be a weapon. He chose what he is on the crew for one very clear reason. It’s all because that’s how San views himself.”

You want to pry and ask San about it yourself, hear it come from his lips and not Yeosang’s, but you hesitate for too long. A door slides open behind the two of you, and you glance over your shoulder to see Seonghwa stepping out of the captain’s cabin.

“Hongjoong is ready to see you both,” he says in a flat tone. You turn to San unaware that he would be joining you in meeting with Hongjoong. It makes you feel mildly better about this situation because at least you won’t be alone with Hongjoong and Seonghwa. “Follow me.” Seonghwa leads the way back into Hongjoong’s room. You follow first, San close on your heels.

The platinum-haired captain is the first thing you see when you enter the room. Then, a large desk covered in papers left and right. Some are maps, others seem like trade agreements, news articles, everything you can think of is splayed before him on the wooden desk. He lifts his head as Seonghwa brings you and San in.

“Did Mingi and Yeosang conclude the trade deals for the cargo yet?” Hongjoong asks, obviously talking to Seonghwa rather than you or San.

“They are still in the midst of collecting signatures and papers.”

As your gaze darts around the cabin, you notice how similar the structure of the room is to the other ship you were aboard not too long ago. You remember the missing bundle of papers all of a sudden, recalling that you misplaced them sometime after being brought to Yunho.

I should drop by and see if he has them. If he didn’t just give them to Hongjoong or Seonghwa already. Would he do that? I don’t have enough reasons to trust that he wouldn’t. Fuck, I should have never gotten caught. Shouldn’t have gotten shot in the first place either. Fucking careless and sloppy.

“Ah, good. The two of you are here.” Hongjoong sighs and drops the papers in his hand as he sees you and San step out from behind Seonghwa’s back.

You shift your weight from foot to foot. A sudden wave of anxiety washes over you. San seems to be in the same predicament; he picks at the skin around his fingernails while looking at the floor. Something about the way the two of you are lined up before Hongjoong makes you feel like a child again, being lectured by your teacher for misbehaving in class. Except this time, it’s far different than that. You stand before a dangerous criminal and pirate who could kill you in the blink of an eye should he not like your response to whatever he asks.

“San. What happened on the mission?”

San lifts his chin to look over at the captain, eyes gaining a bit more confidence as he begins to speak.

“I failed to keep my emotions in check and let Yeosang’s words get in my head.”

“Did you talk to Yunho about it?”

“He tried to help but there wasn’t much he could say or do to help.”

“Yunho isn’t a miracle worker,” Seonghwa cuts in, moving to the side of Hongjoong’s desk. He folds his arms behind his back and stands straight as can be. “He can fix the physical but not the mental.”

“I’m well aware of that, Seonghwa,” Hongjoong mutters back without looking at the Lieutenant. “However, Yunho is more in tune with his emotions than the others. People like that know how to talk to people. San, what is your opinion on the mission and the outcome of it?”

San purses his lips, looking down at the floor now. He takes a deep breath before beginning to talk again, this time in a much quieter tone.

“My own emotions were the cause for the failure of the mission. I should have stayed focused, and it is my fault that the outcome turned out the way it did. There is no one else to blame for it, and I fully acknowledge that. So, I apologize to both you and Lieutenant, Captain.” San pauses and turns to you now, eyes full of regret as he looks at you. “I’m sorry to you as well for my behavior and causing the mission to be a failure due to my actions.”

You open your mouth to respond, to tell him that there’s no need to apologize, just to reassure him maybe. You don’t get the chance to say anything though, because Hongjoong cuts in with another question.

“What happened after the mission?”

“I expended too much stamina using my powers and because of that, I overexerted myself. Passed out from the exhaustion.”

“And why do you consider the mission to be a failure?”

“It was supposed to be a covert mission. Get in and get out without being seen or heard.”

“Did you get what I wanted?”

“Yes, Captain.”

“What did the military on Medra have to report about the situation?”

San looks a bit startled by the question, jaw stuttering as he fumbles to come up with a response. Seonghwa pulls a tablet off Hongjoong’s desk and scrolls around on it for a bit before answering Hongjoong’s question.

“Medra reported a single dangerous criminal, highly trained and dangerous. One who was able to dispatch a unit of soldiers with ease, but one and only one criminal. Used a sniper rifle, pistol, and a knife to kill the soldiers.”

You listen on with a growing pit in your stomach. The more Seonghwa speaks, the more the report sounds like it is you who Medra reported. And if Medra reported you and your identity, then Hongjoong could get rid of you in the blink of an eye. You wouldn’t even get the chance to find your damn papers.

“That one criminal being Levi Tatsumaki, who has already been detained, brought into custody, and sentenced to death for larceny and murder.”

You nearly exhale a sigh of relief. Hongjoong grins at you and San.

“The mission went fine. Yes, your actions got you caught. However, you got the job done and removed a competitor in the process.”

You glance over at San, and his lips are curling down into a scowl. He doesn’t seem pleased in the slightest with Hongjoong’s words. Part of you thinks that he was hoping for Hongjoong to tear him down and ridicule him.

“I’m proud of you, San,” Hongjoong says. There is an uncharacteristic gentleness in Hongjoong’s tone. The cruel and almost evil exterior seems to melt away, revealing genuine concern for San’s wellbeing. “You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. If I were upset with your behavior and how you handled the situation, we would not be having this conversation. You are well aware of that.”

San nods along with Hongjoong’s words but doesn’t provide any further comment. The captain watches him in silence for a few moments before speaking again.

“You’re dismissed, San.”

The Spectre turns around without any hesitation, following the order with haste, and you opt to watch him walk out until the door slides shut behind his retreating figure.

“Now for you,” Hongjoong says. The warmth he had in his tone with San dissipates, leaving it cold and harsh again. “What is your opinion of the mission?”

“It was just fine,” you say as you attempt to keep your tone flat. “I’m not sure what you want to hear from me.”

“Why did you disobey Yeosang’s orders?”

“I saw an opportunity and took it.”

“Why?” Hongjoong presses further. You tilt your head to the side ever so slightly.

“It was an opportunity. Nothing more,” you reiterate.

“People don’t consider things to be an opportunity unless they see a good outcome to it,” Hongjoong says. He pushes back from his desk and stands up. In a few quick strides, he wraps around the wood and comes to a halt in front of it. Arms come to rest over his chest, and he leans against the lip of the desk while staring at you. “So what was the good outcome you saw in it?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.” You shake your head. “There was nothing to it. I just took the chance.”

“What did you think would happen after you took that chance?”

“I-I don’t know. I wasn’t thinking about that. My… my first instinct was to shoot and kill. That’s what I did.”

“I wonder if that’s what you did with the king as well?” Hongjoong’s tone trails off into inquiry, and he mirrors the tilt of your chin. “But it can’t have been. Nobody ever just takes those chances. They see something in them. I think I have you figured out, Y/N L/N. Even if you don’t want to admit it outright, your first instinct was to protect. You heard that San was in danger, you felt the need to protect him, and you felt the need to repay him for what he did to save you initially. Thus, you wanted to save him. Removing the obstacles in your way was the first step: Yeosang’s orders, the physical distance, the soldiers in your path. You may not want to hear it or admit it, but that is the reason for your actions.”

The man smirks at you as he finishes his crude analysis of your behavior. You straighten your head again, glaring at him with such intensity that Seonghwa takes a step in your direction. Hongjoong lifts a hand to stop him though. He nods his head ever so slightly in your direction as though prompting you to speak your mind.

“You shouldn’t act like you know me because you don’t,” you spit out with vehemence to your tone. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“You’re wrong.” Hongjoong drops his chin as he chuckles. “I know one thing for certain. You are not an Elitist.”

The words cause you to freeze immediately. You feel all color leave your cheeks as your heart plummets, and you think that Daichi was right all along. Your attempts to stay calm and collected go out the window at Hongjoong’s accusation.

“You have a clever method of concealing yourself.”

You bite down so hard on your tongue that it draws blood.

“I’m not exactly sure what you are yet,” Hongjoong says as he brings his chin back up. The words bring immediate relief to your racing heart, and you try not to place a hand over your chest. “For certain, you are not an Elitist.”

“Why do you think that?” You ask in as stable a tone as you can manage.

“I have studied Elitists in the past, and I am one myself. I should know how my own kind behaves by now. They make decisions with their head and only their head. Follow orders they deem fair and necessary. They do not act on impulse and are calm and calculating. You seem to make decisions with your heart, act on impulse, lack a sense of calm, and do not follow orders.”

“That’s false logic. Every single person here is a criminal. Yeosang is a traitor, albeit a loyal one, but still branded a traitor nonetheless. Which one of you has ever followed orders in the past?”

“I specified fair and necessary orders. If you were truly an Elitist, you would’ve seen Yeosang’s reasoning in asking you to stay on the cliffside. If you were only thinking with logic, you would’ve followed his orders. However, you deemed it unimportant because you saw that you had an opportunity to repay a debt. That is all beside the point though. The real reason I wanted you here is because I need to know what you want to be on the crew. You have the same choice that every other person on this crew has had.”

“According to the military, I am a weapon. Don’t you view me in the same light?”

“This isn’t the military, Y/N. You have a choice.”

“I don’t want one. Decide what you need me to do yourself. You obviously view me as a tool to be used, and I am willing to be that weapon until you don’t see any further use for me. Or you can dump me out the airlock now. Or leave me on some planet. Pick your poison.”

“If you are so willing to chuck your life away without a care, why didn’t you just turn yourself in?” Hongjoong asks all of a sudden. “Yeosang mentioned that you told him you have no more goals in life. Either you’re lying to cover for something or you truly don’t care about your life. What’s your game? You could’ve been dead and gone already.”

“That would’ve made me a martyr. That’s not how I want to be remembered. That’s not what I wanted.”

“How do you want to be remembered then?”

“I don’t want to be remembered at all,” you utter. Your tone falls to a hush without you intending for it to, and Hongjoong’s gaze almost softens as he glares at you.

“So you’re running then. Interesting.” He pushes off the desk and drops his arms to his side. You blink at him with question in your eyes. “Very well then. I will have you be a weapon for me if that is how you wish to be treated. You’re dismissed.”

You offer a nod in response before turning around to head out of the office. Neither Seonghwa or Hongjoong say anything else. The door slides shut behind you. You hesitate there for a moment, mulling over what Hongjoong said to you before making your way to the med bay.

I have to get those papers and get out of here as soon as possible. It’s only going to get more dangerous as time goes on, and I can’t risk any of these people figuring out more than they already know.

Your knuckles rap against the cold metal of the med bay door. You have fingerprint access to the room, but it still feels awkward barging into rooms left and right without warning.

“Come in!” Yunho’s warm voice welcomes you in, and you tap at the keypad before stepping into the cool interior of the med bay. “Oh! Y/N, I’m glad to see you.”

He grins from ear to ear as he sees who you are. You return the gesture with a small smile of your own but can’t keep your eyes from darting around the room to see if you can find any sign of your papers.

“I’m really happy to see you up and moving alright. I heard you still managed to handle things with relative ease during your mission.”

“I did, yea. B-But that’s not why I’m here.”

“Oh, of course! Do you need a checkup on your arm? I think those stitches should be ready to come out by now.”

It isn’t the reason for your visit at all, but you’ll go along with it for now. At least until you find what you’re looking for, that is. You seat yourself on the edge of one of the white beds and hold out your arm for Yunho. He takes hold of your wrist, pushing your sleeve up with a gentle touch that causes goosebumps to ghost over your skin. He tugs at the white gauze around your healing wound until it comes completely loose.

“Look at that. Ready to come out as I thought. Do you want me to go ahead and take them out? You can let them dissolve over time if you’d rather.”

“No, no. It’s okay, go ahead!” You motion towards your arm. As Yunho turns around and searches for some supplies, you blink around the room with a darting gaze. Even when he returns to you and starts pulling the stitches loose, you continue to look around.

“Is everything alright?” Yunho asks after a moment. You bring your gaze back to him. His lips are pressed into a delicate frown, and there’s a gleam of concern in his dark eyes. You push it aside with a small grin.

“I just can’t watch you pull them out. Makes me queasy.”

“I can make some small talk if you’d like?”

“Sure…” Your disinterest shows in your tone, however, and Yunho gives up on the attempts to talk with you. He pulls back from your arm.

“You’re free to go. Just don’t go picking at that wound anymore. I don’t wanna have to stick you with more needles.” Yunho winks as he looks at you out the corner of his eye.

“Wait!” You call out when he turns away from the bed. Yunho glances back at you, expectancy in his expression. “Did you – um, did you find anything on me when I first came in? With San, I mean? No, on me. But when I came in with San.”

Yunho tilts his head a bit and frowns at the ceiling.

“I don’t think so?”

“Are you certain?”

“I don’t remember seeing anything.”

“Nothing at all?” You continue to pry. Disbelief crawls into your tone. “A bundle of papers maybe? Tied around the middle?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Y/N. Honestly and truly.”

“Are you sure you just aren’t remembering wrong? Or lying to me? Those papers are really important to me. Did you give them to Hongjoong?” Yunho’s jaw stutters at your accusations, and he releases a huff of air.

“I don’t doubt that they’re important, Y/N. Really I don’t. But I just do not know what you’re talking about. I saw nothing on you when you came in. And if it was something that belonged to you, I wouldn’t take it or give it to Hongjoong. I’m not that kind of person. I thought I’ve made that moderately clear by now, but maybe I haven’t. Whatever was on you wasn’t my main focus. It was treating your wound. I’m sorry.”

If you were in a clearer state of mind, you would not get so blindly upset with him like you are now. However, you aren’t thinking straight and all your brain can think about is the possibility of Hongjoong having ownership of those papers. Without a name to them, anyone can claim them, and it isn’t your intention to let the most notorious criminal in the universe have free pardon papers. You push up from the med bed and exit without saying anything else to Yunho. You’re certain that regret will bubble in your gut later, but right now all you can think about is going straight to your room and figuring out a plan of action in private.

You tap furiously at the keypad outside your door in your haste. It slides open with a whoosh. You aren’t expecting to find anything inside except for an empty room, let alone someone sitting on the edge of your bed. But there San is on the edge of your bed with a trembling knee and picking at the skin around his fingernails. When you step inside, he all but jumps to his feet.

“I’m sorry for intruding!” He says immediately before you can ask why he’s here.

“Do you need something?” You inquire, letting the door slide shut behind you. The lights flicker on when you hit the switch, San almost invisible in the darkness. He opens and shuts his mouth a few times. No words leave him for a moment, then he reaches into his jacket and pulls something out. You lunge forward to snatch the item from his hand before you can think twice. It’s your bundle of papers. The full pardon back in your hands. A laugh of disbelief escapes your lungs.

“I-I’m sorry for taking them,” San says as you look over the bundle. “I should’ve have taken them, and I know that. I was just worried that Hongjoong or Seonghwa would find them. Or worse, Yeosang. They must be important to you for you to have gotten shot for them so I… I tried my best to hide them. I wanted to give them back to you sooner but things just kept happening and I couldn’t get a moment alone with you without someone stopping me. The timing never worked out right, I guess. But I wanted to get them back to you now.”

You drag your thumb over the front of the papers.

“These are my ticket to freedom,” you mutter.

“They’re pardon papers, aren’t they?” San asks, standing across from you. “Meant for you, I take it? I-Is – do you – do you want to return to the military then?”

“Absolutely not,” you deny in a heartbeat. Pulling your eyes up to meet San’s, you can’t keep a smile from overtaking your lips.

“O-Oh. I just – sorry, I just assumed that you want to be pardoned. Um… they – no, nevermind. It’s not important.” San shakes his head. The beginnings of a blush are crawling up his neck and cheeks. Without thinking twice, you reach forward and pull San into a tight hug. You squeeze him against your body, arms folded around his neck. The action catches San off guard for certain, and he flails a little before hugging you back albeit with a lot more hesitation. “You seem really happy,” he says against your ear. You unravel your arms from San and step back to look down at the bundle once more.

“They aren’t for me actually,” you admit. “They’re for someone important and special to me. I finally get to free him.”

“That’s a lot of effort for one person,” San murmurs through a melancholy smile.

“This one person is worth ten thousand. He’s worth any amount of effort in the universe. Thank you, San. I-I – you didn’t have to do that but you did.”

“It’s nothing. Don’t think too hard about it.” San heaves a deep sigh. “I’m just glad I could help in some way.”

“Well, you’ve helped me more than once now. I’m… I didn’t expect that from anyone aboard this ship.” San’s embarrassment melts away at your words. That cheeky smile returns to his lips, and he teases the corner of his mouth with his tongue.

“You could repay me then,” he suggests, sending a teasing wink your way. You blink back in confusion. “A kiss maybe?” You immediately roll your eyes at his remark, swinging an arm at his. He whines when you hit him, falling back as though you hit him with an insane amount of force. You steady him with the same arm and dip in before he can recover. You brush your lips over his cheek. He freezes under your touch within an instant. Red soars up his neck and cheeks.

“There. Maybe next time you can get one on the lips.”

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