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arabelleum · 10 months ago
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ATEEZ as Ballet Moves (from a former ballerina's perspective)
Kim Hongjoong - get this man out of the recording studio. make him take a break - all jokes aside, i left our poor captain last because i struggled to figure out what best represents him - there's this one performance of The Real in which Hongjoong kicks off the song with bending backwards, which made me think of the cambre in ballet - so yeah, our captain is the cambre
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Park Seonghwa - mother, father, poser, model - this man doesn't know the power and chokehold he has me in - he's an angel, a demon, absolutely unreal - enough of my praises, i think the tour jete suits him
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Jeong Yunho - in my opinion yunho is one of the best dancers in ATEEZ, absolutely solid - I'm not the greatest with cabrioles, but i think a cabriole suits yunho
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Kang Yeosang - as i was doing the others, i was thinking that someone had to be a turn specifically - yeosang is an incredible dancer, and HALAZIA is a testament to that - i think fouette turns and pirouette a la second would suit yeosang
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Choi San - this man loves to jump. have you seen him travel when he jumps? - i could list any ballet jump and i would go "oh that's san right there" - he's also great at spotting
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Song Mingi - he's 100% a grand jete or a saut de chat. i wasn't having much luck finding a solid jete gif so have a saut de chat instead
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Jung Wooyoung - this man has said he likes his representative emoji to be a cat - so i thought why not his move be the Pas de Chat
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Choi Jongho - this man went viral for just sitting - so why not his move be simple? - i present to you the Grand Battement
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kpoptrash7 · 7 days ago
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Ice On My Teeth // ATEEZ English Lyrics
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kermiekermie · 7 months ago
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hongjoong on live looking like the cutiest patootiest little guy to ever exist vs seonghwa on live looking literally unaturally gorgeous AGH
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aaa-sia · 8 months ago
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i am so happy to be ot8 biased
I'm a Hongjoong tumblr but I'm not blind, okay??
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staytinyville · 1 year ago
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OUTLAW (39)
ATEEZ poly!ot8 x Reader
Cowboy AU / Wild West
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Warning: smut (MDNI)
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While the rest of the boys seemed to continue their loud cheers and talk about what was going to happen tomorrow night, you had retired into Seonghwa’s room to find something to sleep in. While you dropped the night gown down to cover you, a sigh escaped your lips. Your eyes scanned over the things in the oldest boy’s room, smiling a little at his trinkets.
You had been too busy in your own head to notice that someone had entered the tent. Seonghwa’s shoulders dropped when he took in your melancholic expression, slowly shuffling closer to you.  
You quickly turned around when he placed his hands on your shoulder, giving a kiss to the exposed skin. “Hey, it's gonna be okay.” He softly told you, rocking you back and forth as his arms wrapped around your waist. 
“Promise me you'll be careful?” You told him, turning around in his arms. 
He dropped his forehead down to touch yours, basking in the closeness. Your hands moved up to wrap around his neck, allowing your chest to arch into his. 
“I can make all the promises in the world, but that one I cannot.” He told you softly. “It's a simple in and out for me. I got captain too. He's the best of the best.” He pulled back to give you a grin.
“Besides, you think we're not gonna worry about you? This is your first heist and we don't want anything to go wrong.” He told you, causing you to frown. 
“I'll be with Wooyoung and Yeosang.” You spoke softly, giving him a smile. “Just like you, I won't be alone.”
“Exactly.” Seognhwa smiled brightly. 
It distracted you for a moment as he took the chance to pick you up from your thighs, making you yelp from the sudden movement. “Ah–Seonghwa!” 
He set you down on his bedroll, keeping himself between your legs that were crossed behind him. When he settled you down, he leaned on his elbows to rub at your cheeks. 
“You're mine tonight.” He whispered huskily, leaning down to give you a soft peck. 
“Am I?” You grinned against his lips. 
He hummed, giving you another kiss that you happily returned. You allowed yourself to play with the hair on the back of his neck as he started to lean further into you. Your legs fell from his back, feet planting themselves onto the floor. 
Seonghwa pulled away from the kiss with a smack, smiling as he rolled to his side with your legs still wrapped around him. He placed a hand on your thigh, raising the gown to allow his palm to touch your skin. You turned onto your side as well, scooting up on the pillow so that Seonghwa pulled your chest closer to his face. He kept his head up though, giving you all his attention. 
“What is it like?” He asked you.
“What?” You grinned. 
“The others.” He said.
Your mouth fell open in shock, looking at him wide-eyed.”Are you asking me to tell you about my sexual encounters with the others?” You laughed. 
“Oh no.” Seonghwa shook his head. “I don't need to know those. I just need to know how you enjoy it.” He got up to his knees again, pulling you by the hips against his own. 
“Seonghwa!” You gasped out, hands flying to his torso as he pulled you flushed against him. 
“I know praises.” He whispered against your lips as you came up. “Be a good girl for me?”
“Seonghwa.” You glared playfully, feeling your cheeks heat up greatly. 
His teasing grinned was replaced with something much softer, his lips brushing against yours. “I want to be selfish for just a moment.” He told you. “All my life it's been the same thing over and over again.”
“It was why I left to follow after the boys. They gave me something I never would have been able to get in my old life. They give me adventure and excitement. New things I am able to see and experience.” He explained to you. “And you make every feeling feel like adrenaline is coursing through my veins. It makes me excited.”
Seonghwa had always been a tease. He was a lot like Yeosang in the fact that he knew how to communicate with people. Compared to the others, he was someone educated in the art of socializing. The story he told you suited his character. He was someone who craved attention and the idea of new things. 
While he didn’t make you feel like an object, you were sure he knew how to do that with other people. But you didn’t want to think about all the people who came before you. You had Seonghwa here in the present waiting to praise you. 
The one thing you enjoyed so much. 
“Then teach me how to be a good girl.”
Seonghwa’s eyes went dark as lust seemed to cloud his features. His lips were quick to catch yours between them. You were pulled closer to his body, your core dragging against the fabric of his pants. 
You flinched from the stimulation, hips pushing closer to his. Seonghwa groaned into your mouth, hands finding your waist to grip. His arms began to move you back and forth, causing the grinding to rub your underwear against your heat. 
Your eyes went wide, detaching yourself from Seonghwa’s mouth to moan and drop your head back. Seonghwa watched you pant, his own coming from his mouth as he seemed to enjoy the faces you were making. 
He bit his lip to keep from being too loud as he watched the pleasure overtake your face. It made him hard, seeing the way you seemed to fall apart from just the movements of your hips. He raised his own to meet yours, grinning when you let out a loud moan, falling forward to hide your face in his shoulders. 
“No. No. Don’t hide from me. “ He told you, softly gathering your hair in his hands. 
His fingers rubbed into your scalp, hair bunching between them as he tried to pull you away from his shoulder. You didn’t try to fight him, pulling back with a blushed face. With one hand still holding onto your waist, he began to grind harder into your heat, which made you flinch and moan each time. 
“Aren’t you such a good girl?” He whispered in your ear. “Do you really need me to tell you what to do?” He teased. 
“Seonghwa.” You whimpered. 
“I got you, Pretty Girl.” His lips skimmed over your ear, teeth lightly nipping at your skin. 
When his eyes fell down to watch your hips move back and forth, he found himself entranced by your hard nipples poking through your night gown. He didn’t think twice before attaching his lips to the fabric to wrap around the hard skin. 
You immediately gasped out, hands moving to hold his head. He didn’t stop, instead moving to get your hips to grind back against him again. You started to get hot and annoyed with the fabric touching your skin. It was irritating you and you wanted to feel more of Seonghwa’s skin. 
So you pushed him back, startling him from your demand. But he didn’t dare to say anything when you quickly slipped your dress over your head and your breasts came into full view. When he got his bearings back, he was quick to take off his own shirt. Before he allowed you to sit back down over him, he moved his pants off his legs as well. 
You were on your knees in front of him, his hands moving to touch the skin of your legs. You watched him gulp as his fingers seemed to skim under the edge of your panties. He looked up at you, wanting to ask for your permission to take them off. 
You swallowed your spit, moving to take them off yourself. He let out a choked gasped, pressing his lips together to keep from making noises. But the moment you sat back down on your calves, he shut his eyes tightly and bit into his balled up hand. He was trying so hard not to come so easily. 
“Seonghwa?” You called softly, scooting closer on your knees as you moved to grab his hand. 
“Gods, you’re so beautiful.” He breathed out, hands falling under your chest. 
His fingers squeezed and groped, pulling the mounds between his fingers as they skimmed over your nipple. “Lords, please give me strength to keep from orgasming.”
You tried not to giggle at how he seemed to be in a trance, allowing him to do as he pleased. Though, as his eyes glanced down to your thighs, he looked as though he fainted just a bit. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he groaned loudly. 
“Please, let me taste you.” He spoke, falling backwards with you in his arms. 
You gasped, quickly trying to push yourself up to look at him. He made you sit up completely, seating yourself on his hard length. Your eyes went wide and you were about to raise yourself up, but he kept you planted on him over his underwear. 
“Taste me?” You asked, confused. 
“I promise you’ll enjoy it. Probably not as much as me–but you will.” You watched as he seemed to get comfortable on the pillows. “You need to sit on my face.”
Your eyes went wide, almost choking on your spit from his ask. “Sit on your face!?” You gasped out. 
“Yes. I swear it’s amazing.” He had a shit eating grin on his face. “Please.” He pouted, bucking his hips up to grind against you.
You gasped again as he pushed you to sit on his torso. You looked back towards him, wanting to make sure it was what he wanted. He was waiting with an open mouth, his tongue swiping against his lips. 
He looked absolutely out of it. It reminded you of drug addicts waiting for another sniff, but you knew he wasn’t on any kind of drug. At least not the recreational kind. It made a shiver go down your spine when you realized it was you he was drunk off of. 
You pulled yourself to your knees, hands supporting you on his chest. His head fell back when he realized you were going to follow along with his request. He licked his lips again, spit going down his throat as he waited patiently. When your thighs came on either side of his head, he softly began to caress your hips, trying to calm you down. 
When you looked down, his eyes were already staring down at your heat, mouth open as if waiting for a sip. When he sensed you pause, he looked up. He sent a grin your way, eyes crinkled from the smile. 
“You can sit.” He told you. 
Taking a deep breath, you slowly began to lower yourself. Seonghwa allowed his arms to wrap around you, helping you to stay in place. The moment you felt his wet muscle make contact with your flesh, you moaned out loud and fell forward. 
Your movements didn’t dare to make him stop, he kept at it, exploring your wet skin as the tip of his tongue poked at you. He would switch back and forth between the tip and the flat of it, causing you to grind your hips unconsciously. You didn’t even notice how you had practically fallen over onto him, allowing your weight to shift across his mouth and nose. 
Seonghwa’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as his mouth encased your skin, sucking the juices clean. Both of his hands held your hips, trying to keep you still over his mouth when he would suck a particular spot. You would try to move away from the stimulation, but he made sure to keep you there. 
There was one point though, where Seonghwa would suck on a specific spot that made you whimper and moan. Your throat was going dry, but your hips moved even harder against his tongue. His arms moved to your thighs, grabbing at them as his head moved back and forth. 
You began to cry out when the ball in your stomach began to form, trying to reach it as it was expanding rapidly. 
“Seonghwa!” You cried out, trying to move away to keep from suffocating him. 
He still didn’t allow you to, only sucking that good spot even harder, knowing you were reaching your climax. When your whines turned into cries, he began to moan into your heat and buck his hips up, wanting to find stimulation from how high he felt giving you oral. It was just something that he found joy in doing. Especially when it was someone he had such strong feelings for. 
Your hips stuttered as you gasped, quickly climbing off of Seonghwa to keep from collapsing onto him. Your legs clenched as you withered on the bedroll, legs stretching out as your orgasm started to calm down. Seonghwa leaned up to watch you, licking at his mouth to get your juices. 
While you were calming down, Seonghwa leaned down to give you a kiss, his tongue playing with your own in a lazy manner. He had his hand down his underwear, moving to take them off completely. 
As you turned over onto your stomach, Seongwa moved back onto his knees to place himself behind you. He crawled over your back, hands placed on either side of your head. He leaned closer to your turned face, lips ghosting over your ear. 
“You tasted amazing, Pretty girl.” He told you. 
You groaned when you felt his hot length against your skin. You arched your back again, pushing him closer to your ass. He groaned, rubbing himself against one of your soft cheeks. 
“Nothing will ever come closer to making me feel as high as your pussy did.” 
A whine slipped from your lips, your knees pulling up as you began to feel needy again. Seonghwa looked down, watching as you move your hips back and forth on him. He groaned again, hand moving to your hips to help you grind against him again. He gave your cheek a kiss before leaning back up. 
Placing both hands on your hips, he moved his cock between your lips, rubbing against your wet thighs that seemed to trap him. Looking back over at you, he grabbed onto his cock, tapping it against your lips. 
“You okay?” He asked you, wanting to make sure you were up for more.
You nodded your head, pushing back into him. He quickly pulled back when his tip went in, tsking at you. “I need you to answer me.” 
“Please, Seonghwa.” You whined, shaking your hips. 
“That’s my good girl.” He popped in easily and slipped all the way in slowly. 
He stopped when he heard you scream, hands flying to grip onto the pillow. He had thought you were in pain, but when he felt you cry and shuffle backwards to take him further, his eyes rolled again. The grip on your hips tightened and his hips were suddenly flushed against you. He felt you wiggle around, mesmerized by the way your hips moved. 
His tip poked at your walls, causing you to groan. And the moment he started shifting his hips back and forth, you began to meet his thrusts with equal passion. He was trying his hardest to not cum once again. But the way he seemed to get high off your sounds and movements, it was starting to become really hard. 
When you began to clench onto his length tightly and your moans turned into gasps, he was lucky you were close to cumming. He couldn’t hold himself through your orgasm before he pulled out quickly and moved his hand over his cock to finish on your back. Watching your core clench over nothing made it easy. 
When your gasps calmed down to mews, he reached for his discarded shirt to clean your back. Once he finished, you fell forward, hands searching for something to grip onto. He moved onto his side, allowing you space to calm down from your subspace. 
When your breathing calmed down, he nuzzled his nose into your cheek, pecking them. “You were perfect, Pretty girl.” He told you. 
You pulled him closer lazily, still tired. When he scooted himself over, he placed a leg over yours tangling with your legs as he engulfed you almost. 
“My good girl.”
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kfinalgirls · 11 months ago
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Scream ༊*·˚ Part 4
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༊*·˚Admin Lulu Presents~ ༊*·˚Pairing: Choi San x Lulu (OC) 1st pov x Park Seonghwa ༊*·˚Genre/Trope/Au: smut, horror, established relationship, scream au, college au ༊*·˚Rating: R rated, +18 MDNI ༊*·˚Warnings: mentions blood, gore, death, knives, violence ༊*·˚Kinks: wet dreams, blood play, knife play, consensual somnophilia, penetrative sex with a condom, exhibitionism, biting, praise, degradation, begging ༊*·˚Word Count: 1,809 ༊*·˚Credits to @cafekitsune for the divider ༊*·˚Synopsis: When a killer begins to target students of my college--and also starts calling me to brag about it--San is there to comfort me. But throw in his creepy best friend and my world begins to crumble around me ༊*·˚Part Three ||| All Posts
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I was in an empty room, barren of any details. Where was I? How did I get here?
"Lulu~" Someone was calling my name but I didn't recognize the voice. I turned in circles but couldn't tell where it was coming from--or who.
"Come on, beautiful, don't you want to play with me? We have so much fun!" A figure in a black robe and scream face mask suddenly appeared.
"Don't wanna play," I pouted.
The killer cocked his head. "But I've already killed everyone. So the only fun thing to do is to play with you."
Fear spiked through me. "What do you want from me?"
The Killer pulled his large knife from behind his back and it was dripping with blood. "My knife is still bloody but my dick is hard. Why don't you come sit on my lap?" A high-back chair appeared and he sat down on it, patting his lap.
I dutifully sat astride him and could feel how stiff he was under me. I removed the scream face mask and there was Seonghwa. "Did you kill all those people for me?"
"You underestimate our dedication to you," Seognhwa murmured, cupping my face tenderly.
I assumed the "us" part was some type of split personality. One part was the student and best friend Seonghwa and the other was the killer. I canted my hips teasingly, "I don't underestimate it now."
"Lick my knife?" Seonghwa offered creepily, raising the bloody weapon to my face.
I dutifully licked it like I would have licked his dick and he groaned at the visual. "Wanna slit someone's throat and have the blood spray all over your tits. Wanna fuck you with someone else's blood on your naked body. Wouldn't that be hot? Would you love that?"
I grinded down on Seonghwa, getting turned on by his words. Everything in me knew that this was wrong but it also felt so right. “Would you do that for me? I would love that.”
“That’s my girl,” Seonghwa grinned crookedly before pulling up the robe so I could sink down on his dick.
He didn't stretch me but rather slid right in but he did hit the end of me and that made me excited. “I wanna bounce on your dick with that blood dripping down my body,” I whined. I bounced on his dick but I couldn't get anywhere with my orgasm. The more I swiveled my hips, the more Seonghwa’s face stretched until his grin was larger than physically possible.
“Maybe that’s why you can’t come. Because you’re a creepy girl and you need the fear factor to cum,” He giggled. 
I gasped and woke up from my weird ass nightmare. The news had just broke that the killer was using a black robe and a scream face mask to hide his identity, or their identity depending on which theory you believed at the moment, and so I knew why that was in my dream. But why had I imagined it was Seonghwa?
The sexual part of my dream also made sense because San’s hand was down the front of my shorts, rubbing my pussy from behind me. He whimpered into my shoulder and thrusted his boner against my ass. It was honestly my favorite way to wake up, something that we had both discussed beforehand and I had insisted he do this when he was feeling horny in the morning. Except it had bled into my dream and that made me slightly grumpy.
“Sannie,” I cooed, unable to dump all my internal issues on him at the moment.
“Think you’re wet enough to take me?” He asked, “Wanna fuck you slowly from behind, please.”
“Is Seonghwa gone?” I murmured.
“Dunno,” San responded quietly, “But he doesn’t care.”
“I care about him hearing us, San,” I said with an undertone of seriousness.
“Lulu,” San whined, “I’ll be quiet. I promise. He doesn’t have to hear a thing. I need you.”
I was so fucking wet for him. The dream didn’t help but San was still rubbing circles into my clit and I really wanted him to fuck me from behind. “Yeah but will I be able to?”
San chuckled lowly against my shoulder. “No.”
I sighed. “Put a condom on, I don’t want a messy morning.”
San was quick to accept and before I knew it, my shorts were wiggled down past my ass and legs and San was holding one of my legs up so he could get better access to me from behind. He eased into me and even though I was plenty wet, his girth always meant he had to go slow. I hissed as he stretched me but it felt so good. My lower half was already throbbing from my fucked up dream. I needed this release or I’d be suffering all day.
“You take me so well,” San whined once he bottomed out. 
“I love when you fill me up,” I moaned.
“Careful,” San sang in my ear, “Seonghwa might hear you.” Unfortunately, I couldn't hide the way my cunt clenched when San said that into the shell of my ear. “Or do you like the idea of that, hmmm, Babe?” San pulled out but paused, causing me to whine his name quietly. “Should I fuck you so hard that Seonghwa has no choice but to overhear us?” His hips snapped and I choked on a moan. “I know you like it fast and hard but does Seonhgwa?” He pulled out slowly, his cock dragging along my walls, and then he snapped forward again. I moaned incoherently again. “Want that big weirdo to be thinking about how great your pussy is that I fuck it before I go to school?” 
I couldn't keep quiet anymore. San was doing something to me. I didn’t know if it was because my horny side was so fucked up, the way this killer was mind-fucking me with the dark side of me, but whatever was going on, I was here for it. I could hear the wet, squelching noises coming from my cunt as San fucked me slow and hard. I could feel my nipples getting pert at the idea of Seonghwa wishing it was his cock deep inside of me. 
“Saaaaaannnnnnnn,” I drug out his name as he fucked me good. His teeth came down on my shoulder and he whined as his own climax began to grow. The way the both of us were getting off on the idea that Seonghwa could hear us and might be getting his own dirty thoughts… We really were two peas in a pod.
“Such a good little slut for my cock,” San murmured into my shoulder.
I was past the point of having any pride or arguments. San was making me feel so fucking good and all I cared about was reaching my high. “Please,” I whined.
“Please, what?” San grunted from behind me, relentless in his pace.
“Please can this good little slut come?” I whimpered, worried that San could actually deny me if he wanted to. He had before. It wasn’t unlike him to edge me until I was a crying mess. He liked knowing how desperate I was for him.
But he was horny this morning and nothing was stopping him from climaxing. “You gonna come for me, Babe? You going to be so loud we get another complaint from the neighbors? You wanna scream Seonghwa’s name to fuck with him?” San chuckled as I clenched down on him at the last part. “Come on then, show him how well I fuck you. Scream my name.”
One final snap of San’s hips and San and I were done. He shouted and I moaned. My pussy milked him for all he was worth and he slowed down his own thrusts as he came down from his high. We were both panting but we were both satisfied.
“Alright Babe, I’m gonna get a shower. You wear me out.” San pulled out, slapped my ass and then naked as the day he was born, padded to the ensuite.
Once San closed the door of the bathroom, my phone dinged. I glanced at the screen and read the notification from my lockscreen.
{9:26am} Private Number: Did your Sannie fuck you good?
I snatched my phone off its charging pad and stared at it. How the fuck did this killer know everything, everything??? I tried discarding my phone but then another text came in.
{9:28am} Private Number: Don’t ignore me beautiful, you know how my temper is
{9:29pm} Me: What do you want?
{9:30am} Private Number: I could fuck you better than him
{9:31am}Me: I don’t want to find out
{9:32am} Private Number: You’re such a liar, beautiful
{9:33am} Me: This is fucked up
{9:34am} Private Number: Because we’re fucked up
{9:35am} Me: I’m not running around killing people
{9:36am} Private Number: No but you’re getting off on it
{9:37am} Me: only because you made me
{9:39am} Private Number: That's the second lie today. When are you going to be honest with yourself?
{9:40am} Me: fuck you
{9:41am} Private Number: Soon
{9:42am} Private Number: You’re getting close to being able to experience us together
{9:43am} Me: What do you mean?!
{9:44am} Private Number: Soon
San came out of the ensuite with just a towel on his head. He rubbed his hair dry while texting on his phone. Still, he spoke to me, “I’ve got a class to get to before lunch time. Seonghwa said he’ll stay here with you.”
I made a face and San rolled his eyes. “I have to go to class! Someone needs to stay here in case the killer calls again, right?”
Obviously I hadn't told San about the last phone call. I relented. “I don’t want to be alone.”
“Then? Seonghwa will stay. He doesn’t have any classes today. And maybe this is for the better. If you guys could get to know each other a little bit more, maybe you would stop acting so weird around him.”
“Me act weird around him?” I demanded, “He’s the one that--”
San took two steps towards me and covered my mouth with his hand. “He’s in the next room, remember?” he hissed at me. I wilted in San’s grip and his eyes grew sympathetic. “Seriously. He’s got a soft spot for you and only you. I don’t know why but he does. Just let him be nice to you. That’s a start, at least.”
He released me and raised an eyebrow at me in question. “I’ll be good,” I said in a defeated tone.
“That’s my girl,” He said with a smile and then went to find some clothes. Why did that sound like something the killer would say to me…?
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astroyongie · 6 months ago
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im going to guess these right this time mark my words
jongho? maybe its bc he seems to get not much control as he wants of his own life or image as other members get
2. yeosang?
3. wooyoung?
4. san? he doesnt like conflict of any sorts u can see rhe way he react to members shouting while they were drunk
5. i think this might be one of the "demon line" members hongjoong, san or seonghwa. maybe even wooyoung. theyre the members who put the utmost everything into their performances or certainly the ones i notice first among the group or lastly id say mingi he didnt, hes had mental health issues in the past and if it had been some time the issues could be more serious cause the mind can affect the body and vice versa. theyre definitely the members id be concerned about if they ever got hurt or seriously injured during their performances.
6. mingi? i wouldnt be surprised bc he seemed to have much drama or definitely seems to be the cause of a lot of drama for the members, second guess jongho? yeosang would be my third guess he seems to have a say it like it is personality and might not care how it comes across as or hwa in the past mightve been like that.
7. san? i hope not or hongjoong would be my second guess seems not easy to be leader of ateez or perhaps wooyoung, seognhwa?
8. seonghwa? he seems to be one of the more sociable members
if i give more than one name can you indicate which one id be more close to guessing?
is it because they are still quite a young in their early 20s age group? they havent yet found their footing or a way that truly works for them and their teamwork? despite the fact that the members each have something that seem to make them connect well with each other like the amount of water in their birth charts and the groups overall chart i assumed they had really good communication among the members but i guess not? ik this isnt always accurate so i do take tarot lightly yet at the same time sometimes these teas sound a bit concerning tbh but i wonder if other tarot readers havent picked up anything similar. will they find solutions? i dont want them to quit just bc of dramas among the group i really loved a lot of the stuff they have done so far and they got eons of time to do so more things with their image or their life.
thank you so much for this feedback !! I love to hear and read about your theories and how you guys interpret it so thank you!
without saying much for obvious reason you got only the 5 had one of the right names! still I love these thank you so much!
as for the rest, dont worry I am sure the members will figure it out! all groups have their lows and highs
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thetypingpup · 1 year ago
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I agree with all of the above 🫠 imagine you hear the deep purrs of encouragement of dragon!Hongjoong over the slightly feral growls from dragon!Seognhwa against your skin as he marks you up (lovingly of course)
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you had to bring dragons into this??? please this is so beautifully feral. everything would be so warm too from the radiating warmth of their inner fire and the heated passion between y'all i love this. and then ofc you added (lovingly of course) if you want me gone just say that. omg hongjoong's deep purrs in your ear telling you how good you're doing, seonghwa's hand working between your legs fingering you while his mouth is latched onto your neck, sucking and biting marks into the skin ever so tenderly fack yea ok i love this. and hongjoong would say that you look so pretty, but you look even prettier when you've been marked as theirs, when you've been claimed by such powerful dragons. omfg they'd be so sweet even when they're being so territorial over you, with seonghwa letting out subtle snarls of "mine" against your lips as he kisses you deeply, with hongjoong nipping your ear to get you to gasp and yelp for them, eliciting sounds that no one else can and loving every moment of it.
FUCK ok imagine they're doing all this in their den too, a cozy cave with a fluffy, feather stuffed bed and layers of soft blankets and pillows piled on top. the beige walls are illuminated with the warmest fairy lights strewn over the seams marking the curves of the cave, the bulbs illuminated by tiny flames encased in the glass. and they're taking so long prepping you with their fingers, stretching you open with two sets of fingers at the same time, to get you ready for their cocks, and prepare you for the intense mating that's about to ensure.
"are you ready to become ours, my dear?" hongjoong would hum to you before they go further, an eager snarl edging his voice. and the minute you nod you're stretched open on a fucking huge dragon cock and claimed completely.
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mint-yooxgi · 1 year ago
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yan!Grim Reaper!Seognhwa? I wasn’t expecting something that like! 👀
Yeah!! I'm basing it heavily off of the reaper from Goblin and it'll deal with themes of reincarnation and lost love. Essentially, hwa is the reason oc died, which is why he's been condemned to the life of a reaper, and when he meets the oc again, he's immediately drawn to them. Eventually, it gets to a point where he will do anything to keep them alive because he can't lose them again.
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shining-red-diamond · 1 year ago
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Ch. 29: What’s It Going to Be?
Cast of Characters//Ch. 1//Ch. 2//Ch. 3//Ch. 4//Ch. 5//Ch. 6//Ch. 7//Ch. 8//Ch. 9//Ch. 10//Ch. 11//Ch. 12//Ch. 13//Ch. 14//Ch. 15//Ch. 16//Ch. 17//Ch. 18//Ch. 19//Ch. 20//Ch. 21//Ch. 22//Ch. 23//Ch. 24//Ch. 25//Ch. 26//Ch. 27//Ch. 28//Ch. 29//Ch. 30 (coming soon)
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Words: 1k+
Pairing: ATEEZ x OCs
Genre: Angst
Warnings: kidnapping, attacks, use of weapons, character death
A slow but sarcastic applause resonated off the cave walls. As the crew turned around, they’re met with two figures approaching them, one tall and the other short.
“Who’s there?” Hongjoong calls out.
The taller figure steps forward, and it’s Steinbeck with a wicked grin plastered on his face. He was dressed in his usual attire, but he bore what looked like a cat scratch on his left cheek and was walking without his cane. However, he now had a pistol in his hand, and the air grew tense.
“I think I underestimated you all,” he smirked.
“What are you doing here?” Dalia asks, her brow raised.
“Oh, Dalia, you never were the best at sneaking around. I’m surprised you managed to swipe my secrets from my desk when I was resting at home.”
Yunho could tell Dalia wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. She was only trying to help, but the scientist still riddled her out.
“We know you’ve been following us,” Hongjoong stepped forward.
“So, I have,” Steinbeck confirmed as he held something beside him. “I’ve come for a little trade of sorts.”
The captain’s brow raised. “What kind?”
The professor pulled the figure in front of him, revealing to be Dahae. Her mouth was taped shut, hands were bound by zip ties, and her eyes were red as if she had been crying. Her face had welts where she had been struck multiple times. Steinbeck pointed his weapon to her temple.
“Dahae,” Hongjoong cried, his blood boiling seeing her like this.
The crew began to step forward, but Steinbeck warned, “One flash of silver from your weapons and she’s dead.”
The crew stopped, but they still were prepared.
“What’s the trade?” the captain asks, trying to keep his cool.
“Give me the piece you found,” the professor requests with an evil glint in his eye, “and she’s free.You show me the diamonds you have, and maybe I’ll give you the Colorado piece. What’s it going to be?”
Dahae’s eyes were filled with panic, and she even shook her head for her fiancé to not give him the diamond. As much as Hongjoong didn’t want to give the artifact to Steinbeck, Dahae’s life was more important. He ultimately decides to toss the piece to him, the professor throwing Dahae to him with a hard yank. Hongjoong immediately frees her from her binds with his pocket knife and just holds her in his arms.
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed into his shoulder. “I’m so sorry. He attacked me on the ship and brought me here.”
“Shh, it’s okay,” Hongjoong soothes her. “You’re here now.”
“You,” Steinbeck points to Seonghwa, “lead us out since you’re second in command.”
He almost refuses until Hongjoong gives him the okay. Seonghwa reluctantly walks in front of the professor, the older man pushing the barrel against his back. Grace-Ane nearly protests, but Dinah covers her mouth. Hongjong helps Dahae up and acts as a crutch for her.
Seonghwa focused on the wall as the crew and professor walked the thin ledge to the steps, and soon they were back at the ship. The rest of the crew spread out throught the HALA, getting the ship started and Dahae into the medical wing. Steinbeck lets Seognhwa off the hook but turns the gun on Hongjoong, the captain having his gun out already.
“Now, look, boy,” the professor scoffs, “you don’t want to do that.”
“Do what?” Hongjoong replies. “Murder my friends because I didn’t make the discoveries they did and take all the credit? Cover up my tracks by placing their bodies in odd places?”
Steinbeck just stood there not showing a look of guilt on his face. “You knew?”
“You’re the only one I know who carries the gun that matched the wounds in their skulls.”
A wicked grin appears on the professors face. “Suppose I did kill my colleges,” he half-confessed. “They didn’t deserve to find all of those treasures and artifacts. I spent my life’s work cracking all of the riddles and codes, an adjust when I find where to go, those nitwits find them by chance.”
“That doesn’t mean you had to kill them,” Hongjoong shook his head.
“Just show me the bloody diamonds!” Steinbeck impatiently screamed, making the captain jump a little.
Hongjoong led him to Grace-Anne’s lab where the diamond pieces were held. Steinbeck immediately gravited towards them, his filled with lust for them.
“So many riches,” he says, “in finding where this unlocks.”
Two other guns cock. “It doesn’t belong to you,” Dalia’s voice growled.
Steinbeck turned his head to see Yunho and Dalia standing at the doorway with guns pointed towards him.
“Now, what makes you think that?” he steps foreward.
“My father was one of the scientists you murdered,” she confessed. “He told me about where the diamonds were and what they unlocked. He left me a note explaining everything in case something happened to him.”
“So, you came to work for me to eventually turn on me? Oh, you stupid girl.” He points the gun to Yunho and fires, but Dalia was quick to push him out of the way, leading her to take the bullet for him.
“What was that for?” Hongjoong shouted.
“One less problem to deal with,” he says before getting tackled by Yunho, knocking the gun out of his hand. The younger boy punched and kicked the professor, screaming profanities at him as Hongjoong tried pulling him off.
“Yunho! Yunho, STOP!” Hongjoong commanded before getting hit in the nose on accdient.
Having heard the gunshot, the others ran to the lab, and Yeosang immediately started on chest compressions on Dalia to try to keep her alive until they could get her to the hospital. Mingi and Jongho helped Hongjoong pull a hysterical Yunho off and eventually got him to just lay on the floor, which just led to him crawling over to Dalia and pushing Yeosang off to just cradle her lifeless body.
Steinbeck tried to reach of his gun that had fallen out, but Hongjoong just stepped on it.
“Okay, Steinbeck,” Hongjoong growled, “you give us the last piece, and we can march right down to the police, and you confess to all of the crimes you commited.”
“And if I don’t?” Steinbeck spat, his nose bleeding.
Hongjoong leaned in closer. “Then you’ll be tied just below the crow’s nest for twenty-four hours. And as Dinah will tell you, it gets hard to breathe up there. So what’s it going to be?”
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Tags: @treasure-hwa
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mingsolo · 10 months ago
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not you making me all smiley by the cuteness and kdrama vibessss only to end it with such a scene 🥵 I read it before but now with context the finale is just AJSKSLWNDsa I want this seognhwa so baddddd please just once chance that’s all I ask 😭
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I Can See You
Pairing: single dad! Seonghwa x babysitter! f! yn
Word Count: 10,137
Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, a creepy old man in one scene, age gap (10 years but both are adults (and not just barely)), smut warnings under cut
Genre: Angst, fluff, smut, single parent au, M for mature audiences
Summary: When you took a job babysitting a young toddler, you didn't expect to be so drawn to the family. And more specifically, her frustratingly hot and single dad.
Smut Warnings: masturbation, sexual fantasies, riding, slight (if you squint) corruption kink, sliGHT breeding kink, unprotected sex (DONT DO THIS unless you discuss safely outside of sex!), breast play, overstimulation, undiscussed kinks (yn is fine with it. but discuss your fucking kinks guys *gun emoji*), slight cumplay
thank u to @pyeonghongrie and @mingsolo for beta'ing and for the title hehe <3 this is also a collab with @potatomountain who is also writing a dilf hwa, we're just on two sides of the spectrum lol...and this is so damn long
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“Hello, I’m here for a babysitter interview with a Mr Park?”
“That would be me. Miss (Y/N)?”
When you answered the ad in the newspaper about babysitting, you were so ready to see an older man, around his fifties. But this man looked so young, around his late twenties although you’re sure he’s probably forty. And you’re not one to judge—nearing your mid-twenties one wouldn’t be expecting you to still babysit as a full-time job. But it pays the bills and helps you get some hands-on experience in your degree, child development.
“Ah, yes. That’s me,” your words spill out as you realise he is awaiting an answer. Mentally, you berate yourself for the immediate blunder while Mr Park’s eyes crinkle with amusement.
“Come on in and make yourself comfy on the couch. I’ll be right there. Would you like anything to drink?” Mr Park’s voice is smooth like butter and you have a hard time making sure you don’t get lost in it.
Again, you nod, actual wordy responses jumbled in your brain, walking to the couch and sitting down almost mechanically. If you were mentally present, you would have noticed the smile the older man sends your way.
He doesn’t take too long, returning with two glasses of water. “You didn’t say what you wanted to drink so I just got you water. Is that okay?”
Thankfully, you finally can respond coherently and smile, albeit a little shakily. “Yes, thank you so much.”
You take the glass with both hands, thanking him again quietly and taking a small sip before just holding it as you wait for him to be seated. You’ve felt awkward before, but this is a new extreme. Normally you pride yourself on keeping your cool in front of someone you think is hot, but Mr Park…he’s something else. You try your best to keep your eyes trained on the coffee table, only letting yourself glance at him occasionally so he doesn’t realise just how in awe you are.
“Jihee will be home from school soon, so you’ll see her soon. For now it’ll just be old me and my questions,” Mr Park starts his interview as soon as he sits on the couch across from you. “Now, I saw in your application that your major was in child development? Can I ask why that interested you?”
You blink at him for a moment, not expecting that question. Sure, bringing it up was expected, but the way he sounds like he’s interviewing you for a position in a company amuses you. “Uh…I just grew up with a lot of siblings and their kids. I’m the youngest of six, and the oldest is sixteen years older than me so I have a lot of nieces and nephews as well. Children have always been a part of my life, and my first job was babysitting so it’s something I’m very used to. Child development was just a way for me to learn even more and in a less… hands-on way. Poopy diapers are not my favourite.” You pause. “Not that I can’t change them! Or that Jihee uses them. Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring it up.”
You’re so sure your face is bright red right now as you stumble over your words, and you’re ready to be kicked out, but all Mr Park does instead is laugh at your embarrassment. It’s a little mean but it’s better than your worst conclusion so you’ll take it. “It’s okay,” Mr Park smiles at you. “It’s okay to ramble, it was actually quite amusing. Now, I’d just like to warn you, Jihee has trouble with working on schoolwork. While that usually isn’t an issue, she may be asking you to help her with her homework and reading and I just thought I’d give you a heads up. Would that cause any trouble?”
“It wouldn’t bother me, and I’ll try my best. I took children’s education in college as well so it’d be a good time for me to exercise that,” you laugh quietly. Your first dream was to be a governess, no matter how few jobs there are for that type of work.
Mr Park nods thoughtfully. “Glad to give you some experience in that,” he hums after careful consideration, a smile on his face. “Her struggles lie in understanding the problems and in English. If she faces any difficulty then I can always help out.”
Before either of you continues speaking, his watch beeps and he glances down. Without another word, he stands and goes to open the front door. “Uh–” Your confusion escapes you before you can stop it.
“Oh, Jihee’s almost home and I always leave the door open for her,” he explains, eyes still trained on his watch. “You’ll get to meet her, and then we can discuss more details. And just to reiterate the ad, this is going to be a job that requires a lot of hours. I, of course, will be paying you for any sort of overtime if I need to stay at the office later. Does your schedule still allow for that?”
You hold back your smile. Your schedule mostly consists of scrolling the internet for job opportunities and eating lunch with your friends. “Yes, I can do that,” you affirm. “I’ll need holidays off, but I assume that’s a given as you’ll also be with Jihee?”
A smile pulls at the corner of Mr Park’s mouth. “Very astute,” he chuckles. “Now, here she comes.”
The door swings open without another word from either of you and a little girl dressed in pink and ribbons barrels into Mr Park’s knees. He lets out a quiet grunt, stabilising himself against the door as his hand strokes at her hair. “Hello, Jihee,” he hums fondly. "How was school today?"
The young girl beams up at her father. "So fun!" she grins, her words slightly slurred in her excitement. "Today, Mrs Lee had us do shapes and my favourite colour is blue now! I have so many blue crayons."
Mr Park's eyebrow raises at the mention of crayons. "Do you have them with you?" he asks, and Jihee nods vigorously. "Can I see them?"
Another nod comes from the child and she immediately plops on the floor, pulling out her pencil case and opening it to reveal at least ten crayons, all of varying sizes. What stands out to you the most is that half of them are green. "See! All blue. But this one's my favourite." She grabs at a particularly long and skinny one, a shade of emerald green.
"Ah. Lovey, remember, your colours are a little different, right?" Mr Park talks in a gentle voice, very different from the very adult voice he used with you. "That's a green crayon."
Jihee's face drops. "Oh." Her bottom lip juts out in a pout.
Mr Park holds out his hand and Jihee drops the crayon into his palm. "You can't take the crayons from school anyway, dear. Why don't we leave these in your bag and you can give them back and apologise to Mrs Lee tomorrow?"
Jihee's pout grows bigger but she nods. "Okay, daddy," she agrees and Mr Park nods proudly.
"Now, do you want to meet your new friend?" You flinch as Mr Park mentions you, sitting up straighter in your chair before ultimately deciding to stand instead.
"Hi, Jihee," you do your best to speak with the same quiet tone Mr Park used. "I'm (Y/N)! It's nice to meet you."
You offer your hand for her to shake and Jihee looks at you, her thinking face almost a spitting image of her father's before she walks over and takes your hand with gusto. "Hi, Mrs (Y/N).”
"Ah, I'm not a Mrs," you correct her. "You can call me (Y/N)."
"Miss (Y/N)," Mr Park quietly interrupts and you nod, not wanting to override his parenting although being called 'miss' will catch you off-guard for the time being. "Why don't you tell her one thing about yourself and then Miss (Y/N) has to go, okay?"
Jihee's mouth twists in sadness, her hand still gripping yours. "Okay," she sighs again. "I get to talk to her more later though, right?"
Mr Park nods. "Of course. Miss (Y/N) will be spending a lot of time with you, so I'm glad you like her."
Jihee nods solemnly. "I like pretty people and you're super pretty," she tells you earnestly and your heart swells at the compliment.
“Thank you, Jihee,” you thank her genuinely, although you’re amused at the fact that she considers her appreciation for physical looks a good introduction to herself. “It was nice to meet you.”
With another decisive nod, Jihee turns and marches right off down the hall, presumably to her room. Mr Park turns to you, finally shutting his front door with a sigh. “That was Jihee. Ball of energy extraordinaire. She comes home from school at one-thirty, and will put her own things away before coming to eat a snack. She has one worksheet to do a day but with your help she’ll get it fairy quickly. I’ll email you a list of house rules.”
You nod. “That sounds perfect. What would the schedule look like? What time would I be here, and when would I expect you to come home?”
Mr Park hums, running a hand through his perfect hair. “For her school days, I’d like to have you in here maybe ten minutes before she comes. I’ll always leave her snack in the fridge and you can just pop it in the microwave and make yourself comfortable before she comes barrelling in. Then I’ll be home at five-thirty sharp whenever possible. Every other Saturday I’m in the office for eight hours and you’ll be watching Jihee for those days. If you can’t do a Saturday, just let me know so I can get someone to watch her, but generally I’d like you here from eight to five.”
You nod. All your friends have atypical work schedules so your Saturdays are empty in general, and since the weekdays are shorter hours you don’t mind. “When it comes to after-school playdates, should I expect you to be home or would you like me to take care of them?”
Mr Park’s lips tighten almost imperceptibly. “That won’t be an issue. Jihee doesn’t do playdates.” Your curiosity spikes at his short answer but his tone leaves no room for discussion so you don’t press it. “I’ll give you a key now. Tomorrow is my off-Saturday but if you can come in just to adjust yourself that would be great. I have some work to get done anyway so I’ll be mostly out of your hair although you can still ask me questions.”
You nod again. “Yeah, that works,” you confirm after a quick check to your phone calendar. When you look up, Mr Park is already holding out a key and you take it after a moment’s hesitation. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
Mr Park nods, moving to open the door when Jihee calls out with a whining tone to her voice. “Daddy, I need help!”
Mr Park sighs but it’s full of affection for his daughter. “I would walk you to your car but she calls for me,” his head dips into an apologetic bow but you shake your head.
“Don’t worry about it,” you smile at him. “There’s no need for that at all.” That is one of the main reasons, but another part of you doesn’t want him to know you have no car and you take the bus to his neighbourhood and then walk the rest of the way.
A twenty-four-year-old with no car? It’s a little embarrassing, especially in the area you both live in where it’s almost required to have a car to do anything. Generally, your babysitting jobs were close enough to your home, but the salary of this job enticed you to give up walking.
As you exit, you can hear Jihee starting off her complaints about her jacket and you smile to yourself subconsciously.
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You’ve been working with the Parks for almost a month now and generally, it’s a good time. You only really see Mr Park when he comes home, but by then you have one foot out the door. There are days when he looks so beaten down that you want to offer him some encouragement, but you don’t want to step out of your boundaries. So, you just keep your head down and leave.
Jihee is sweet and easy-going, not hard for you to get along with. She always has some sort of fun idea for you to play along with and her schoolwork hasn’t been too terrible although you dread when she starts getting into more difficult maths.
But today, as soon as Jihee walks into the door, you suspect something is wrong. She doesn’t greet you as excitedly as she used to, just stalking straight into her bedroom and coming right now, settling herself down on the couch with a pout on her face.
“Jihee, don’t you want to eat?” you try to coax her to the dinner table, but she just shakes her head, immobile. You frown. It’s strange for the usually talkative child to be this closed off. “Did something happen at school?”
Jihee glares at the coffee table, shaking her head. “No,” she mutters but her cold-stone facade drops immediately as she suddenly bursts into tears. Your heart drops for the child crying on your couch and you immediately run to her and pull her into your arms. “Why don’t they like me?” she wails into your shirt and your heart drops.
You had suspected it when Mr Park shut down the playdate idea very quickly, but this just solidifies your thoughts. How could the kids at school not like such a sweet kid? As you’ve been working for the Parks for quite a bit now, you’ve grown to adore the young girl like she was one of your own nieces.
You don’t say anything just yet, just patting her hair and doing your best to calm her down. It takes almost an hour but now she just curls up in your arms, her hands gripping your shirt as she’s so close to falling asleep. You don’t have the heart to wake up so you resign yourself to letting her sleep on you for now.
Within ten minutes, you fall asleep as well. It’s not what you meant to do, but you couldn’t have stopped yourself. When your eyes open again, Jihee is no longer in your arms and there’s a large fluffy blanket laid on top of you. You blink yourself awake before panic sets in and you shoot up, looking around. “Jihee?” you call out and hear deep laughter behind you. When your head snaps back you see Mr Park chuckling at your face.
“Welcome back to the land of the living, Miss (Y/N).”
It takes a minute for your words to register, blinking stupidly at your employer for a few moments before your face drops and you practically leap off the couch. “I’m so sorry!” you cry, bowing rapidly at a low angle. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep and it won’t happen again.”
You keep your eyes lowered and you look up at him through your lashes, scared of how he’ll react but to your surprise, Mr Park’s smile grows and he shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it, you looked comfortable and the doors were locked. Jihee didn’t get into any trouble, just was a little bored since you were asleep.”
You shake your head. “Regardless, I shouldn’t sleep on the job but thank you for the kindness. Jihee is very responsible for her age and it certainly reflects on your parenting.” You smile back at him.
“Well, thank you for your kind words. It means a lot to me as well,” Mr Park hums. “Would you like to join us for dinner? I know you usually leave around the time I get back but let me at least feed you before you go.”
You frown. “I’d like to, but I should get going,” you say absentmindedly. “I have to make it in time to catch the bus.”
You’re looking around, trying to gather your belongings, when you realise how silent Mr Park is. And in turn, you realise what you just said. “You take the bus?” His voice lowers and you stare at the look of concern he has on his face. “It’s practically dark by the time you leave and you’re walking to the bus stop by yourself?”
“Ah– it’s okay! It’s not a far walk, just up the street.” You hurry to defend your choices, waving your hands. “I’ve gotten home safe so far, no?”
Mr Park shakes his head. “No, you can’t take chances. I’ll drive you home tonight after dinner. You must stay.”
You stare up at him with wide eyes, but his stance is unwavering. And as much as you would usually protest—being taken home by a much older man would usually ring alarms in your head—the idea of not having to wait in the cold and the dark by yourself is very appealing. And from how you’ve interacted with him before, Mr Park seems very sweet, and you trust him just a little more than you probably should.
“Well, I do thank you for your kindness,” you sigh, nodding your head in concession. “But this will be the only time.”
Mr Park chuckles, not taking you seriously. “We’ll see. Now come on. Tonight is beef stew and my younger brother will come for dinner as well.”
“Uncle Uyu is coming?” You can hear Jihee’s excited voice coming from the kitchen as well as her feet pittering on the floor as she launches herself into your lap. “Hi again, Miss (Y/N).”
“Hello again, Miss Jihee,” you tease, pressing the tip of your finger to her forehead and Jihee giggles.
“Are you staying for dinner?” You nod again and she screeches in happiness, not giving a second glance at how you wince at the sound. “I can’t wait! I have to make you pretty! Come with me.”
With as much seriousness as she can muster in her body, she pulls you by the hand into her room as Mr Park watches the two of you with a soft smile and follows the two of you into Jihee’s room. He takes a seat on the bed as Jihee fusses over your hair, styling it with her toddler's hands and putting an obscene amount of hair clips into it. But you’re whipped for the little girl and you let her do whatever she wants, ending up in two uneven pigtails and a plethora of Hello Kitty clips.
“Daddy, isn’t it pretty?” Jihee giggles, moving your head to tilt so her father can take a look at her work. “It’s better than your hair to practice!”
Mr Park, mock-affronted, holds his hand to his chest. “Betrayed by my own daughter? Alas, but I can let it slide as this may very well be your best work.”
Jihee giggles, pressing her face against your cheek when the doorbell rings. “Uncle Uyu!” As always, her focus is diverted by any new thing and she runs for the door, both you and Mr Park following shortly after. As she yanks the door open, a man around Seonghwa’s age greets her just as excitedly, bending down to pick her up and spin her around.
“Jiji,” he cheers, “Already so big?” His eyes find you and you offer a small wave. “And who’s this? Seonghwa, you found a girl?”
Mr Park’s jaw drops and your eyes widen as you rush to contradict. “Oh, no, no, I’m just the babysitter. Mr Park has kindly invited me for dinner.”
Wooyoung chuckles at the look on both your faces. “Don’t worry, I just like to pull on Seonghwa’s leg. You’re a little young for him too.”
You offer a smile. “Yeah, and the forties are a little out of my age range as well,” you try to joke, but to your surprise, Wooyoung breaks out cackling, startling Jihee who starts laughing with him confusedly. Mr Park’s shocked face has somehow become even more intense.
“You think I’m how old?” Wooyoung has reigned in his laughter although a smile still pulls at his lips. “I’m only thirty-four!”
A gasp made its way out of your mouth as you start bowing rapidly again in apology. “I’m so sorry! You look your age, I just assumed you had to be older.”
Mr Park sighs, although an amused smile now graces his face. “It’s okay, I can understand it. I’ll just be giving you a hard time from now on.” He punctuates with a wink and your eyes snap down to Jihee in embarrassment.
“Let’s get on with dinner so I can go home and just melt in embarrassment, okay?” you groan and the two older men laugh. Jihee seems to agree with your sentiment, declaring her hunger grumpily and you laugh and pick her up. “See, even Jihee’s on my side. Let’s eat now.”
Mr Park hums, stepping aside. “All right, I see I’m outnumbered now. I hope you don’t mind how casual this dinner is, but I promise the food is worth it. Wooyoung’s the better cook, but he’s taught me a few tricks.”
You shrug. “Any food is good food to me. At home, I have instant ramen and fried rice so it’s a nice change.”
Out of disapproval, Mr Park shakes his head although the smile does not leave his face. “I do not miss my college diet. Please, take a seat.” He motions to the dinner table, pulling out a chair for you to seat yourself, sitting beside you as Wooyoung and Jihee join the other side of the table.
“So, tell me about yourself (Y/N),” Wooyoung hums, leaning on the table by his elbows. “You’re in college?”
You shake your head. “I graduated a year and a half ago, I’m twenty-four now, but it feels like just yesterday I was taking my finals,” you chuckle. “What was your major, Mr Wooyoung?”
Wooyoung smiled, “Please, call me Wooyoung. Mr Wooyoung just sounds weird. But to answer your question, my major was culinary, of course. Before I taught Hwa how to cook, he was hopeless. I think I was feeding him and Jihee primarily other than his sandwiches and canned soup.” He sighs, leaning back and smirking at Mr Park whose ears are red.
“Hey, Youngah, I paid you for your work. Don’t make me seem incompetent,” Mr Park snorts, leaning over to smack the back of his neck. “Wooyoung may be eight years younger than me but he certainly acts like he’s five.”
You laugh at the banter. “Me and my siblings were the same way. We’d always fight but in the end, we care for each other. It’s sweet to see you guys act the same.” You smile, taking a bite of your stew. “Thank you for letting me sit in on your family dinner.”
Mr Park shakes his head. “Of course. Can’t let you walk on your own at night, you know. I’d be happy to give you a ride home from now on.”
“Ah, no, I can’t make you do that,” you try and decline again but Seonghwa is having none of that.
“It’s not a matter of making me, I offered. I can’t let my babysitter just stand around in the dark. Let me do this for you. Jihee cares for you, she wouldn’t want to make you get hurt.”
You frown, pursing your lips. “I suppose I can’t argue with that,” you concede. “Thank you once again.”
Mr Park shakes his head, his hand moving up to ruffle your hair. “Don’t worry about it.” His hand rests atop your head a moment longer before he remembers who he is in relation to you. “Ah, sorry. Habit from Jihee.”
The heartfelt moment is cut loose by everyone amused at Mr Park’s habit. Jihee immediately takes the initiative to start rambling about stickers, engrossing everyone in the conversation, Wooyoung being particularly vocal. The dinner is finished with no other events, and you offer to help clean up, ignoring Mr Park when he tries to protest.
“Thank you for helping out,” he tries to thank you but you wave your hand dismissively.
“You fed me and are driving me home. It’s the least I could do. Shall we head out though? I don’t want you to have to leave Jihee for too long.”
Mr Park nods, grabbing his keys and jangling them as he opens the door to the garage. You do your best to not show your surprise at the sight of his fancy car. Of course, you knew he was well off, but you never imagined you’d actually be sitting in his car. He even opens the door for you, letting you slide into the passenger seat.
You hold yourself stiffly, but Mr Park looks over and just laughs at you. “Relax, I’m not going to bite you. Just let me know where to go and we’ll be set. Want a piece of gum?”
He holds out a pack of gum and you gladly take the piece, happy for the distraction. Most of the car ride is silent, except for you telling him occasionally where to go. But as he pulls up to your street, he slows to a crawl.
“You know, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around.me. Sure, I’m your employer, but I’m also a dad. I got the dad instinct, you know?” Your lips twitch at his attempt to be comforting. “Really, though. Don’t hold yourself so tight around me. I don’t mind doing this for you.”
You turn your eyes down. “Thank you. I’ll try, it’s just a little weird for me if you understand. But I do appreciate everything you’re doing for me.” As you unbuckle your seatbelt, you smile at Mr Park. “I hope you have a good night.”
As you go to your apartment building, Mr Park leans out of his car and calls after you. “You can call me Seonghwa, (Y/N). Mr Park makes me feel old.”
You laugh at his admission. “We’ll see, grandpa!” You can’t help but tease him before running into your home, leaving an amused Seonghwa outside.
-
These days you and Seonghwa have become a lot more friendly. He’s taken to driving you home despite your protests and during the car rides, some interesting conversations have happened. For example, you learnt that he built his company from the ground and yet is respected in many old money circles.
Okay, maybe you didn’t learn that from a conversation, and instead just searched on the internet. But what can you say? You’re curious about the man who happens to be your charge’s father and the man who happens to be very very handsome.
Maybe you have a bit of a crush on Seonghwa, but you couldn’t blame yourself. There was something about him. It is the aura he holds himself with, the kindness in his smile when he arrives home, and it helps that he is hot. Every so often, you can’t help but find yourself glancing at his pretty hands, or his well-toned arms, and you have to look away before heat spreads up to your ears.
You’re down bad, and it’s not getting any better. Every time you see Seonghwa, you want to jump him but it would be inappropriate. Not only is he your employer, but he’s also a decade older than you. There’s no way he would be interested in you, he probably sees you just as some kid.
With a sigh, you look down at your sketchbook. Today was supposed to be a fun day. Both Jihee and Seonghwa were off today, so you were spending the day with her as Seonghwa was still called into the office to put in some extra hours. But then the toddler fell sick and you were tasked with taking care of her.
At least it was a fairly easy job—Jihee slept most of the day and you were free to work on some of your more personal projects. Although your passion lies in children, you do enjoy drawing and even took a couple of classes in college. As you lay on the couch sketching, you get so lost in your mind you don’t even register the door opening and the footsteps coming towards you.
“Is that me?”
A shriek rips its way out of your throat as you do your best to whirl around and hold your drawings to your chest, but your legs get caught in the blanket and you instead fall half off the couch to the ground. Your chin props your head up on the ground but your legs are still tangled on the couch, your arms twisted into the blanket, the sketchbook an arm’s reach away.
“Hi, Mr– Seonghwa. How was work today?” you mumble half into the carpet, too embarrassed to look up. “Jihee’s taking a nap in her room.”
After a moment of silence, Seonghwa laughs, although it’s a little pained. “Uh. Do you need help up?”
You groan, pulling one of your arms out from your cocoon prison. “That would be great, thanks. Sorry.”
One of his cool hands gently takes your elbow as another comes to rest on your back. It’s at the moment you realise your shirt has ridden up. You can’t help but tense at the touch, hoping the embarrassment doesn’t show on your face. “Jihee’s taking a nap?”
You’re grateful he chose to brush over the incident. “Yeah– yeah. She’s not much better, but she’s not much worse. It’s just a simple cold, so she needs to sleep it off.” You chose to ignore the hand lingering on the small of your back, instead scooching back on your butt to distance yourself just a little bit. He’s your employer, there’s no way you can give in to your feelings.
But the couch seems to be against your plans, as when you try to pull the blankets off your feet you tumble into Seonghwa’s legs, knocking him down as you land on his firm chest. Your face is mere centimetres away from his and you freeze. “I–” you stammer out, Seonghwa equally as awkward.
“Sorry–” He tries to sit up, but it just results in the blankets twisting tighter and pulling you two even closer together. You swear if you could hold your breath, you could feel and hear his heart beating. “Ah, shit.”
You can’t help but laugh a little at his profanity, not something you’ve ever expected to hear from him. “Welcome back, Seonghwa.”
Seognhwa’s eyes widen, his blush deepens, and his head snaps away from you. Your brows furrow at the change in his features and you can’t help but wonder if it’s from the proximity, or if it’s the proximity to you specifically. “Ah. Let’s get out of this, shall we?” he coughs. He carefully detangles himself from the pile and holds out a hand to you.
You grasp it, noting his firm grip and letting him pull you up. “Thanks.”
“I’ll drive you back to your apartment first since Jihee’s asleep right now. It won’t take long.” While Seonghwa’s voice remains warm, his eyes move away from you.
Suddenly a guilty feeling pools in your stomach and you turn away as well, bending to pick up your sketchbook silently. “Of course.” The disappointment fills your head as you internally admonish yourself for even trying to entertain your fantasies of the older man.
But, to your surprise, a warm hand pats you on your shoulder. “You are good at art, (Y/N). You should continue to pursue and practice it, even as just a hobby.” His words make you look up into his eyes and you see a sparkle behind them. “You’re a talented person, and you should take advantage of it.”
“Thank you, Seonghwa,” you smile at him again. “Once again, I appreciate the kindness you offer me.”
Seonghwa chuckles, spinning the car keys as you’ve quickly found out is his habit. “(Y/N), thank you for putting up with such an old man who can offer you nothing but kindness.”
You snort. “You’re not even that old, you geezer.” In retaliation, Seonghwa leans over and pokes you in the forehead.
“Oh, hush and let me take you home.”
-
It’s been almost six months since that day and your feelings have only intensified. But this time, you swear perhaps he may be returning your feelings too. Sometimes you catch him looking at you with a gentle smile, and his hand on your shoulder lingers a little longer than you think. But then he talks to an employee on the phone and you remember how accomplished he is. Even if he wasn’t much older than you, there’s no way you would fit into his lifestyle.
And, like any self-respecting person would do, you start to avoid him. What else are you going to do? Tell him? You’d be crazy to even entertain the thought. There’s no way he would even take you seriously.
These days you’ve just been going to work, and heading straight home. Seonghwa barely has time to catch you, and you’ve been plotting with Jihee to keep him away. She doesn’t quite understand why, but it’s fun to her so she’s happy to. You’re pretty sure half your wallet has gone to sticker sheets. But no matter how many stickers you’ve bought, it doesn’t help Seonghwa from figuring out something is amiss.
It’s your one day off and you’re spending it at home, lounging around and just watching movies while you sulk about your tangled feelings. Watching all these romantic movies doesn’t help at all and you groan. There’s no way you’re going to act like a lonely teenager, you declare to yourself. You’ll go to a club! Maybe meet someone closer to your age and you won’t feel like a wet sock anymore.
That’s it, you’ve convinced yourself. You’ll give yourself a night out. Suddenly inspired, you throw off the blankets covering you and start donning your nicest clothes. There’s a club you used to frequent in your college days, and you haven’t been back since you got the new job. It’d be nice to let loose again.
As the nighttime approaches, you’re almost all ready to go. You have your outfit and your makeup, and all you need is your shoes. Once you pick out your favourite pair of heels (comfy and not too high), you make your way down. You can feel the excitement pounding out of your chest and you can’t wait to get the night started.
As you enter the club, your body immediately relaxes as you take in the atmosphere. It’s been so long, you’re just excited to have fun. Get drunk, find a nice guy, and forget your problems. You down drink after drink, hyping yourself up, but as late night comes, nothing happens. With a sigh, you plunk down your last drink, feeling the buzz of the alcohol burn in your veins.
Nothing will happen tonight, and you just have to come to terms with it. You place down a couple of bills to pay off your tab, tip, and stumble out of the bar. You’re plastered. You can hardly walk in a straight line and you lean against the cool brick for a minute, letting the sensation sober you up a bit as you do your best to call up a taxi.
But before you can do so, a hand creeps onto your bare waist and your head snaps up to see a man, no younger than fifty, leering at you. “Uh, hi?” you slur out, your hands fiddling with your phone as you try and discreetly move to the phone app. You may be plastered, but you’re not a fool and you know what could happen in this situation.
Unfortunately, the old man seems to know what you’re trying and he grabs one of your wrists. “Now, pretty lady, take a break there. Why don’t you come hang out with me for a bit?” His words are greasy and slimy, and you almost gag at the idea of what he’s insinuating. At least Seonghwa isn’t triple your age…and he’s hot.
“Ah, no thanks,” you manage to push past him, pressing your most recent contact and holding the phone to your ear. “I’m a little uh…” You’re cut off when whoever you call starts speaking.
“(Y/N)? Why are you calling me? It’s nine.” Seonghwa’s voice crackles through the receiver. “Are you okay?”
“Ah, shit,” you groan, stumbling to your side and colliding with the wall. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to call you. I’m just out and–”
Once again, the old man approaches you and pulls you back by the waist. “Come on, pretty. Get off the phone and pay attention to me.”
You shake your head and pull away again, moving even more down the street. “No, no, I’m not– just leave me alone. I want to go home,” you say, shaking your head, still holding the phone to your face. “Just…I wanna go home.”
“(Y/N), are you okay? Where are you?” You can hear the worry in Seonghwa’s voice rise and a faint jingling of keys. “I’m going to get you. Wooyoung’s here so he can watch Jihee. Talk to me, (Y/N).”
“I’m at the club Desire. Or near it. I don’t know.” Your head is muddled and no matter where you look, the street signs are blurring and the old man is still trying to get your attention. “I just want to go home,” you repeat, tears springing to your eyes. “I thought I told you to leave me alone!”
The old man growls at your tone, grabbing at you again. “Don’t be stupid, child. You can come home with me and I’ll teach you how to be proper for a man like you.” His breath reeks of alcohol and bad breath and you instinctively slap him across the face. Surprised, he jerks back, and you take a couple of shaky steps back again.
“Leave me be! I don’t want you near me.”
The old man’s eyes narrow at you and he takes one menacing step forward, his hand raising to strike you but you bring up your arms to block the slap, whimpering in pain when the hit lands and your phone clatters out of your hand. “You insolent child!” Your eyes squeeze shut and you hope Seonghwa gets there soon.
-
Seonghwa has never driven so fast in his life. He’s racing through the lights and he counts his lucky stars that they’re all green and that the police aren’t around right now. He can hear arguing coming from his phone and he’s calm enough knowing you’re at least still on the phone. But then he hears a noise and what he assumes to be your phone falling on the ground. “Fuck,” he mutters to himself. “Please, please be okay, (Y/N).”
Stepping on the gas, he roars around the corner to the club you mentioned, praying you’re still there. As he gets out, he’s looking around but can’t seem to find you. “(Y/N)?” he calls out. “Where are you?”
He races down the street to find you pinned against the wall, your hands attempting to push an old geezer away and he sees red. He marches right up, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from your shaking figure. “Fuck off,” he growls in his face, delighting in the fear that moves across his face. “Don’t let me catch you near this place again. Now fuck off!”
He practically throws the old man to his knees before turning and cupping your face. “Seonghwa,” you practically sob. He can still see the drunken haze in your eyes but it’s almost completely cleared up now and his brow furrows even more.
“Come on, I’m taking you home.” He pulls you along and you do your best to keep up with him in your inebriated state. “I can’t believe you would do this! Have you no sense of security? Why didn’t you get anyone to come with you? Why would you call a taxi outside of the establishment?”
He still opens the car door for you and you slide immediately in, eyes staring wide at the pristine dashboard. He slides in and puts the car in the ignition before sitting back and groaning in frustration. “I hope you’re ready to talk as soon as we get inside,” he gripes. “I still am so shocked, (Y/N). You act so mature about Jihee, but what happened then? You could’ve been hurt…no, you were hurt!”
He continues his rant driving up to your street, ushering you into the elevator and into your place. “Do you know how my heart dropped when I saw you struggling? I don’t want to see you hurt. You need to take care of yourself.”
As he yells at you, his eyes rake over you to see if you’re injured any further, but something else stops him and the words die in his throat. You’re wearing a sheer shirt, your lacy bra underneath just showing off your chest. Your leather skirt has ridden up your thighs and your eyes fill with unshed tears. And something burns in his brain.
It’s been months since he hired you, and with each passing day, he finds himself more and more attracted to you. He berated himself every time these unwanted thoughts popped into his head. Sure, you’re sweet, good with kids, and are passionate about what you care about. But you’re also so young. You can do so much better than him, a single father with no prospects.
But seeing you like this, heat sparks in his gut and he leans in, his face mere inches away from yours. “When you wear things like that, it makes me want to rip them off you and do things even that creep couldn’t even imagine,” his low voice pierces through your thoughts and your mouth gapes open.
“I’m okay with that,” you whisper, hand reaching out to brush against his chest, but Seonghwa blinks as he realises what he just tried to do, and he jerks back. Your eyes flash with hurt and Seonghwa would like to hit himself for doing that to you but he can’t let you come onto him when you’re still drunk.
“I– I’m sorry,” you whisper, your hands reaching behind you to steady yourself on the wall. “I just felt so lonely. I wanted to be wanted.” 
Seonghwa’s breath stutters as he stares down into your wavering eyes. “I–” He wants you so bad. But he can’t bring himself to say it. Not when you’re drunk. “Go to bed. We’ll talk in the morning.”
He turns away and hears your disappointed sigh alongside your footsteps trudging to your bedroom. With a groan, he sits on the couch with his head in his hands. He wants to reassure you, but he can’t help but feel guilty about it. But he’s still straining in his pants and after locating your bathroom, he sits on the shower bench, leaning against the cool tile and breathing in and out. With a groan, he unzips his pants and pulls out his half-hard cock. The feeling of regret rises but he pushes it down to his gut as he spits in his hand and presses his thumb against the head of his dick.
As he wraps his hand around his cock and pumps it, he can’t help but close his eyes and imagine you. You with your mouth wrapped around his cock, with your hands gripping his thighs. You seated on his throbbing member, grinding your hips against him as you lean down to kiss him. He can feel his dick jump and he wonders what it’ll feel like to fill you with his cum.
He lets out a broken moan as his grip turns tighter. His image of you would scratch your nails down his back. He can almost hear your little whines and breathy moans as your hips work over him. You’d lean in and whisper into his mouth, “Seonghwa, fuck me hard,” and—
Seonghwa sighs as he looks down at his cum-coated hand and the mix of shame and relief swirling around his brain. Maybe he should just go to sleep on the couch and hope he doesn’t dream of you. As he washes his hand and goes to lie down, he can already feel a stress headache coming on. He hopes you’ll at least fare better in the morning.
-
When you awaken, you have a throbbing pain in your head and you groan and roll out of bed. You’ve taken your club shirt off as well as your skirt, but your bra and underpants are still on. You’re sure your makeup is smudged too and you have no clue how you got home but all you want is some coffee and oatmeal.
You trudge to the kitchen, rubbing your eyes from sleep. There’s a blanket fallen on the floor so you toss it onto the couch and head straight into the kitchen to start your coffee maker. As you lean against the counter and yawn.
“(Y/N), are you feeling better?”
A voice calls out from behind you and you shriek, whirling around to see a sleepy Seonghwa, blanket wrapped around him and his hair a mess. You shriek again, realising how little you’re clothed and duck behind the counter, your cheeks flaming and your heart beating faster than you ever thought it could.
“What are you doing here?” you force out, your voice tight.
“Do…do you not remember last night at all?” You do remember most of what happened. He took you home, but that’s about as far as you remember. And you’re not sure you want to know the rest of it. But you’re far too embarrassed to admit, so you put your acting skills to use. You’re not sure you can handle the shame of a real conversation.
“What?” you ask, forcing your voice to pitch higher as you slowly stand back up, hands covering your chest. “I didn’t– Oh my God, I’m so sorry if I came onto you. I was drunk, I must’ve been out of my mind. Please accept my deepest apologies.”
You notice Seonghwa’s eyes trail down to your chest and then snap back up to your face as if he’s forcing himself to and he chokes out a breath. Despite the headache, your mouth twitches. Maybe you’re still a little out of it. “No, nothing like that. I fetched you from the club because you called me to save you from a creep. Then I took you home and we slept.”
You sigh. “I’m glad. I do apologise for whatever my behaviour was. It was out of line and it won’t happen again. I understand if you want to let me go–”
“No!” Seonghwa’s outburst surprises you and your eyes widen. The lack of clothes you’re wearing has been long forgotten and you move around the counter to stand in front of him. Seonghwa has the decency to look a little embarrassed at the volume of his voice. “Sorry. I just…it’s like you’re a part of our family already. I care for you just as much as I care for Jihee.”
Ah. He thinks of you like a child. Your suspicions were right. You turn slightly to face away from him, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice. “I see. Well, I appreciate that. It’s nice to have a second family,” you chuckle, internally beating yourself up. How could you even entertain the thought of the two of you being together? “Let me change, and I’ll walk you out.”
As you return to your room, you finally let your heart sink as tears brim in your eyes. You hastily wipe them away as you rummage in the pile of clothes on your bed for something fairly appropriate to wear. First, you make a fool of yourself in front of Seonghwa, and then your crush is unfounded. You can’t seem to catch a break.
With a sigh, you pull on some shorts and a large shirt before heading back out. “Hey, (Y/N), could we talk first?” Seonghwa asks, still standing in between the kitchen and the living room as his eyes flit around nervously.
After some hesitation, you finally find your voice. “Sure? What’s up? You can sit on the couch if you want.”
Seonghwa takes a seat, hiking up his sweatpants and you move to the floor across the little coffee table. “Last night…you told me something.” Oh no. This is it. You bite your lower lip and look down, awaiting his next words. “Uh. So. You think you came onto me, right? Well. It was. Uh. It may have been me.”
You blink at him foolishly as your brain tries to wrap itself around your head. “You what?”
Seonghwa raises his hands and lowers his head ashamedly. “Let me explain, please. I saw you outside with that horrid excuse of a human and something in me snapped. I just wanted to protect you and I brought you home. But seeing you in that outfit? It just made me want you. And I told you. And you reciprocated. At least, you tried to.” He chuckles a little to himself, bringing up his hand to grip at his hair. “I told you we would talk in the morning. But one thing you said stuck with me. You wanted to be wanted. And all night I’ve been thinking about it. (Y/N), you were drunk. But you weren’t that drunk. Something you said had truth to it. Please. For my own sanity, tell me how you feel about me. Please.”
His voice cracks at the last syllable and something in your heart hurts at the sound. “Seonghwa I…I do care for you. More than I should. You’ve shown me unbendable compassion and you’ve never taken my words or myself for granted…or treated me like a child. Against my better judgment, I’ve fallen for you.” You sigh, tightening your fists. “I’ve been hating myself for the better part of six months because of it. You were so much better than me. In job, in maturity. What was I supposed to do? I went to the club to forget you, but it appears that didn’t work.”
Seonghwa stands quickly, shuffling over to kneel in front of you. “How could you think such a thing? Me better than you? Don’t make me laugh. I may be older than you, and yes, I have a better-paying job. But in the end, how could you compare? You’re amazing with Jihee. You’ve managed to teach her in ways I could hardly hope to imagine. And just because I have a higher wage doesn’t mean your job is less important. I wasn’t lying when I said it felt like you were already part of the family.”
“You told me you thought of me like Jihee,” you argue, and Seonghwa laughs, leaning forward to take your hands.
“I said I care for you as much as I care for Jihee. Not in the same way, (Y/N).” Seonghwa smiles kindly. “I know if this does happen we’ll need to put a lot of care into this, but if you’ll have me, I’d like to be with you.”
You’re not sure whether this is a dream or not, staring up at Seonghwa with wide eyes. You’d be a fool if you said no, but the worries in your head won’t seem to cease. Taking a deep breath, you push them aside and smile up at him. “I’ll have you, Seonghwa.”
As soon as the words fall out of your mouth you can see Seonghwa’s eyes crinkle as he smiles and leans in, his nose almost touching yours. “May I kiss you?” he murmurs in his deep voice, and instead of gracing him with a reply, you meet him in a soft kiss.
His large hands cup your face as he deepens the kiss, and his thumbs brush against your cheekbones. “You’re so pretty,” he hums, pressing a multitude of pecks to your lips. “Last night I was so conflicted. Seeing you like that made me almost go insane.”
An idea sparks in your brain, and a smile widens on your face. Your fingers crawl up his shoulders to rest your arms on them. “How insane?” you ask, and Seonghwa’s eyes darken.
“I’ll show you,” he grows before capturing your lips with his once again. This time his arms shift to wrap around your waist and he pulls you closer until you’re practically pressed against his body. You squeak at the sudden movement but it’s swallowed by the kiss.
He pulls you onto his lap and you can feel the growing hardness in his slacks. You wriggle your hips a little, grinding down, and the moan that Seonghwa lets out is heaven to your ears. “Fuck, (Y/N). You’re so pretty,” he repeats, burying his face in your neck and nipping at the sensitive skin.
You whine at the pain blooming into pleasure and your hands fist into his hair. Your precious sounds get to Seonghwa and he groans, moving your legs to wrap around his waist and he hoists you up and brings you over to the couch. “Your noises are so pretty, baby,” Seonghwa groans into your mouth. “Can’t wait to hear them when you’re wrapped around my cock.”
“Please–” is all you can muster out and your whines only serve to make Seonghwa’s cock harder in his pants.
With a groan, he pats your ass, motioning for you to move up. As soon as your hips lift, he grabs the waistband of your shorts and pulls them down to your knees, leaving your underwear and shirt on. In the same motion, he shoves his slacks and boxers down just far enough to let his cock spring free.
“Seonghwa–”  you whine and something in Seonghwa’s stomach burns at the idea of you crying on his throbbing dick. He sits back, guiding you to sit right above his cock as he moves it to rub against your soaked underwear. Every time the angry-red tip of it brushes against your clit you let out breathy moans and it only serves to make Seonghwa impossibly harder.
“Fuck, I can’t wait any longer,” Seonghwa breathes, his free hand coming up to brush against your face. A smile blooms on your face as you bend to kiss him again.
“Then don’t.”
Something flips in Seonghwa’s brain and he lifts you, pushes your underwear to the side, and lets his cock press into you slowly. The both of you throw your head back and groan loudly at the feeling of him slowly filling you up. He’s not the biggest you’ve had but that doesn’t matter as the sting of the stretch is enough to make you drool. You can hardly speak as you whine nonsense into his ear and let your head drop to the crook of his neck.
“You fit around me so well,” Seonghwa praises, his head spinning at the feeling of finally fucking you the way he dreamed of. It was only yesterday he was fucking into his hand at the thought of you and here he is, only a few hours later, his painfully hard member inside of you. “Look at you, a mess for me. Bet you’ve never been with an older man before. Do I make you feel good, baby?”
You clench at his words. “Fuck, yes, the best I’ve had,” you babble, squirming at the already overwhelming feeling. “You’re so good to me.”
Seonghwa laughs delightedly at how gone you seem to be not five minutes in. “So precious, especially for me, (Y/N). Sitting on my dick so prettily.” He gives a little experimental thrust upwards and you gasp. The noises you make are so addictive, he can’t help but do it again. And again.
You’re panting, moaning as he fills you up so deliciously and your hands grip at his now-wrinkled dress shirt. His cool hands slide up your baggy shirt to shove up your bra and cup your boobs. The weight of them sitting in his hands makes him groan as he leans in to mouth at them through your shirt.
“Been dreaming about these tits since last night. Jerked off in the bathroom after seeing you, you know?” Your eyes widen at the admission and Seonghwa smirks at how embarrassed you look. “Wanted you so bad and you thought I wouldn’t like you in that way? You’re so cute, (Y/N).” He punctuates each word with one thrust after another.
The feeling of his dick pumping into you as well as Seonghwa’s teeth scraping against the soft flesh of your tits makes you so overwhelmed. It’s almost embarrassing how close you are already, and Seonghwa knows it, chucking up at you from between your chest. “Aw, baby, you’re so far gone. Am I that good?”
You cry out and sink your teeth into the junction of his shoulder and neck. You’re trying so hard to keep your noises down but Seonghwa isn’t having any of that. His hand finds its way to your hair, gently tugging on it until your head falls back, exposing the column of your neck.
As his warm breath ghosts over it, you stiffen, and when he moves up from your chest to lick a stripe up it and nip at your earlobe, you come with a groan. Your hips are shaking from the intensity of it but his thrusts don’t stop and soon you’re whining from the overstimulation.
And he still hasn’t come.
“Fuck, Seonghwa, it’s so much,” you groan, mouth hanging open. Seonghwa greedily swoops in to capture your lips once more, licking into your mouth as his thrusts become more and more erratic.
His dick twitches and he groans. “Where do you want me? I’m clean,” Seonghwa mumbles into your mouth.
You shift your hips a little. “I’m clean too and on the pill, so it’s on you. I don’t care, I just want you, Hwa.”
Your words spark something in Seonghwa and he thrusts upwards, once, and his cum starts filling you. It’s searingly hot, settling deep in your gut and you throw your head back and moan so goddamn loud. His throbbing cock is twitching like crazy and it’s still pumping cum into you. Seonghwa’s hand slides down your body to tweak at your nipples, thumb over your flesh, and finally come to rub little circles into your clit.
You gasp and it feels like you’re touching heaven from the extra stimulation. “Gonna fill you up so well,” Seonghwa groans. “Do you think Jihee would like a sibling?” 
Your thoughts all blur together at his sentence and you come again with a groan. Your cunt squeezes around him so deliciously and a sob breaks its way out of your throat, one that Seonghwa eagerly swallows as he kisses you again.
His thrusts start to slow down and you slowly pull off his now-softening dick and settle back down on his lap. His hands push his leaking cum back into your pulsating pussy and you sigh at the feeling.
“Well, that was quite the escalation,” Seonghwa laughs quietly as he pulls both your and his pants back up and wraps his arms around you in a tight embrace. His hand pats your butt and you squirm and slap his chest softly.
“You’re lucky I’m on the pill.” You roll your eyes good-naturedly and Seonghwa hums, capturing your lips in his yet again. He can’t get enough of your plush lips and you’re not complaining at all.
“I’m lucky to have you, period,” he sighs happily. “Thank you for giving me a chance.”
You smile and sit up, ignoring the whines that come out of Seonghwa’s mouth at the lack of contact. “Well, I couldn’t let you be a lonely old man,” you tease and Seonghwa smacks your ass again.
“Can old man do what I just did?” You’re suddenly lying on your back with Seonghwa hovering over you, a crooked smile growing on his face. “Or do you need another demonstration?”
You smile and throw your arms around his shoulders and pull him closer. “I don’t know, sir, maybe you should show me once more.”
With a nip to your lips, Seonghwa leans in and your eyes crinkle at the promise of what’s to come.
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mingi-s-dimples · 3 months ago
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k-vanity · 1 year ago
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Members List [pt. two]
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𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢
𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐲 — admin, writer — [ult: jimin & j-hope] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 
𝐈𝐬𝐚 — editorial assistant, writer, visual content creator — [ult: jay b] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 [gg] | 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 [ateez] | 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 [got7]
𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 — writer — [ult: sehun] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 
𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐬 — writer — [ult: j-hope] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 
𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 — writer, visual content creator — [ult: johnny] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝐊𝐚𝐭 — writer — [ult: jaemin] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 — visual content creator — [ult: moonbyul] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 
𝐖𝐫𝐞𝐧 — writer — [ult: yeonjun] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 
𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚 — visual content creator — [ult: kai] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐨 — writer — [ult: xiaojun] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝐍𝐢𝐚𝐡 — writer — [ult: suga] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝐑𝐢𝐞 — writer, visual content creator — [ult: jeonghan & dk] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 [fics] | 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 [graphics]
𝐒𝐚𝐛 — writer, visual content creator — [ult: yuta] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 
𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 — writer — [ult: yangyang] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 
𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐲 — writer — [ult: jungkook] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 
𝐌𝐢𝐧 — writer — [ult: joohoney] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 
𝐏𝐥𝐲𝐦 — writer — [ult: tsuki] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 
𝐒𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐚 — writer — [ult: kai] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 [navi] | 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝐒𝐨𝐟 — writer — [ult: yunho] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 — writer — [ult: ateez ot8] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐥 — writer — [ult: suga] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 
𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚 — writer — [ult: juhaknyeon] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗  
𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚 — writer — [ult: jungwon] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝐘𝐚𝐬  — writer — [ult: hyunjae] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚 — writer — [ult: san] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 — writer — [ult: seokmin] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐢 — writer — [ult: suga] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝐊𝐚𝐭 — writer — [ult: hongjoong] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐧́ — writer, visual content creator — [ult: suga/scoups] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 [gifs] | 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 [fics]
𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 — writer — [ult: seognhwa] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝐄𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐚 — writer — [ult: jeonghan] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝐉𝐚𝐞 — writer — [ult: seonghwa] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝐕 — writer — [ult: jeonghan] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝐒𝐤𝐲 — writer — [ult: bangchan] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝐌𝐢𝐚 — writer — [ult: jeonghan] — 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
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staytinyville · 1 year ago
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OUTLAW (37)
ATEEZ poly!ot8 x Reader
Cowboy AU / Wild West
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A/N BETA READ (@mariana-mmtz). YOU GUYS! If you would like to be a huge help and if you can I would love if you guys checked out my Ko-Fi link. It's in my bio and main masterlist. It would be a huge thank you and to whoever does donate you would have no idea how much I would appreciate it. It's been a very tough year for my mental health but writing this story for you all has been such a huge help.
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Hongjoong laid out the map that you had seen the other day. He had city hall circled on the page and the routes highlighted. There were a few other things crossed out or underlined as well. Most of which were on the other side of Cromer. 
“Here's a map of Cromer.” He told everyone. 
“This is the mayor's home, but the stronghold is in city hall.” He pointed to an estate located on the other side of the city from where your family's hotel was. 
After hearing that the mayor was involved with the cult, you figured there wouldn’t be much evidence of that in the city hall. Someone should still be going through the files, but the letter they had intercepted was personal, so it would be hidden in the mayor’s home office. 
“I don't know.” You spoke up. “I don't think we should be heading for city hall.” You explained. 
“What do you think then?” Yunho asked you. “We still need to take all the money back.”
“What about the evidence about them giving the money to Scienslaver?” You questioned. “One of us should go to the mayor's home and the judges.” You added. 
“Why the judge?” Seognhwa asked. 
“Quaid was appointed town judge two years ago, which was when the mayor started raising taxes.” You explained. 
“Quaid?” Wooyoung spoke up. “The judge is named Quaid? Thomas?” He asked. 
“Yeah.” You answered. “He was the one who signed mine and Yeosang's marriage certificate.”
“I knew he looked familiar.” The boy snapped his fingers, nodding his head as he thought back to the day you got married. 
“You know him?” Hongjoong questioned. 
“He goes to a lot of underground fighting.” Wooyoung told him. “Well used to. He made bets on people and would take the money back to Jo.”
Your eyebrows furrowed together when Wooyoung mentioned underground fighting. You figured it had to do with their life back in Aurora, but it still left you a bit worried. All Wooyoung did was add questions to the list.
“Not anymore it seems.” Yeosang said. 
Quaid had clearly stopped placing bets on fighters to get money and moved onto a better form of income. Something must have happened back in the big city. But whatever it was, it seemed he was still trying to support the cult. 
Gambling was no secret here in Cromer, but for someone like Klein, it might as well be criminal activity. While you had never personally met the man, you knew people were proud of him because he would take into account what everyone needed and wanted. Both the rich and the poor found ways to appreciate him. 
“Klein grew up here in Cromer in the slums.” You started. “He has been one of the greatest mayors this town has ever seen. But ever since Quaid came up, things went downhill for him. He turned into a recluse and only seems to make demands and agreements from within his office.”
“If I know Quaid, the man is a manipulative bitch. He must have Klein wrapped around his finger.” Wooyoung told you. 
You didn’t think evidence of the cult would be found within Klein’s office, but there could be things tying him to it. Quaid on the other hand probably had journals and stacks of files dedicated to the entire thing. Either way, you thought it would be best to enter both of their homes in order to have something to blackmail. 
If it came down to it, the only one you would probably blackmail was Klein. Quaid was another story. He had no ties to the town–aside from being the county judge–he could easily skip town and not think twice about the people. They were opposite people who cared about opposite things. Klein was just too nice of a man to not fall into the temptations of sweet talk. 
“So who's where?” Yunho asked. 
“Groups of three.” You told them. “Three go to Quaid's home. Three to Klein's. And three to city hall–obviously at different times.” Some of them looked at you with wide eyes, while others nodded their heads with your idea. 
“Three?” Jongho questioned. “Who are these three? There's 8 of us.”
“You're going to tell me I can't go?” You turned to the man, looking at him pointedly. 
“It's dangerous-”
“I know Cromer much better than any of you. I know the people.” You cut Yunho off. 
“Doll-” Mingi tried to calm you down. 
“Princess goes.” Hongjoong stopped them all. “However, you're going with the team who's getting the horde.”
You nodded your head when he gave you a harsh look. Hongjoong was not going to allow you to argue with his plans over where you went, and you were not going to put yourself in that position. You respected his wishes, just like all the others. Though, you can’t lie and say you didn’t want to disobey him just a bit–only to see what would happen. 
“That team will go at night when everyone's asleep. The others will have to do it when Quaid and Klein are out of their houses.” Hongjoong continued. 
“Who's going where?” San asked. 
“If Quaid is involved with the cult like you said, I wouldn’t put it behind him to have a bit more security on his things compared to Klein.” You started. “Whoever has the best ability at fighting should go there. Klein isn’t going to have much compared to him but the risk of going at night while he’s asleep, so that team is fit to go at the same time as Quaid’s.” 
“That way–and I am begging you get out there–the police only have the chance of going to one house at a time.” You looked up when they all stayed quiet. 
“What?” You blushed. 
“You trying to take the captain's spot?” Seonghwa teased, elbowing the shorter man in his rib.
“At least she knows how to plan, unlike half of all of you.” Hongjoong rolled his eyes, scoffing. 
The boys all began to protest, crying over who was able to come up with better plans than another. You laughed at how they turned unserious in a matter of seconds. It made all the worry about the whole thing go away for just a moment. 
“I don’t think I’d find as much pleasure as Hongjoong with being called Captain.” You teased, causing all the boys to laugh at the blue haired man who turned away. 
“Anyways.” Hongjoong cleared his throat. “Yunho, take Jongho and San to Quaid's house.” He began. “You three are the most experienced when it comes to fighting, just in case he has guards. Seonghwa, me and Mingi will go to Klein's home.”
“Wooyoung, Yeosang and Princess can take the horde from city hall. We'll wait outside for the loot and disperse it as soon as possible.” He looked up. “City hall heist should go down first, that way the following day everyone will be too busy trying to figure out what happened with all the money. Quaid and Klein will be too busy to be at home, which will be perfect for us to go into their homes then.”
“We’ll be look-outs.” You told Hongjoong, getting a nod from the man.
“Everyone okay with that?” When the captain got nods and agreements from everyone, he turned to you. “Princess?” 
Everyone waited for your response. You gave them a grin. 
“Whenever you give the order.”
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OOOOOOH MY GOD JUICY FIC INCOMING!!! and ofc seognhwa is a bitch offscreen 🤣🤣 topaz’s spite don’t rest!
(but hey as long as he’s contributing to the spicy inspo who cares 🤩) maybeeeee someday some fantasies can become true 🙂‍↔️🤞
Fanboys~ Part Three
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wow mingi, you’re one of THOSE fans, are you?
❧Starring: Fan Artist! Hongjoong, Fanfic Writer! Wooyoung, Fanboy! San, Idol Member! Reader ft Actor! Seonghwa
❧Summary: In which Fleur starts her acting career, Woosan totally ship her with her co-star and 'Mingi' almost exposes himself. Hongjoong’s just along for the ride
❧Rating: 18+ MDNI
❧Warnings: conversations of smut including praise kink and degradation kink, references to hongjoong's nsfw fanart
Word Count: 442 (small written amount)
❧Genre/Au: Crack, idol reader! x non idol members au, smut/smau
❧A/N: thank you to that random anon asking if there would be more of this and to @smallfrye for helping me with so much 🥺 Also please remember Fleur aka 'you' is pretending to be 'mingi' aka her manager
❧Honorary fanboys fans tag: @starlitmark & @mingsolo
❧Part 1 here | Part 2 here | Reference to Wooyoung's Mommy Kink fic from Hongjoong's nickname here
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Your phone is blowing up with notifications from the brainstorming shared chat with Wooyoung, San and Hongjoong, making you wince. You’ve just finished some promotions for Faux Fling and you’re dying to know what your friends think. But Park Seonghwa, your co-star, was hanging around still and you couldn't afford to look at the chat while he was around.
“Someone’s popular,” Seonghwa noted the blasting of your phone.
You smiled mirthlessly. “That is why we’re here, is it not?”
Seonghwa pushed some hair behind his ear. “I suppose your popularity will add to the views.”
You fake-laughed. “That’s such a compliment coming from you, Seonghwa. I think I might faint.”
“Fleur, the car’s ready!” Mingi called out to you.
“Ah, there’s my manager.” Saved by the Mingi, once again. You bowed respectfully to Seonghwa and practically ran to Mingi’s side.
You took his arm and clung to him. “Mingi-yah, do you think we could stop for some treats at the convenience store? To bring home to the girls?”
Mingi smiles sweetly. “That’s sweet of you.”
The treats are actually to distract your group mates so that you can spend some precious time on your phone with your friends--your fans--to get the scoop.
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You let out a groan of frustration and fell back to your bed. One of your bandmates poked her head in to check on you.
“Seonghwa still giving you grief? How you made it through the entire filming of that drama without killing him is still a mystery to me.”
“Me too,” You grumbled to yourself.
“At least the fans like it?” Your member plopped down beside you. She waved her phone screen in front of your face and your eyes widened.
“You’ve got a secret Twitter account?!” You exclaimed.
Your younger member rolled her eyes. “Of course I do. I know you do too, don’t even pretend that you don’t. But look!”
You quickly scrolled through the comments, heart jumping at all the positive feedback from your fans. You sighed in relief when you didn’t see any posts from San or Wooyoung or Hongjoong. That would be hitting it a little too close to home, if you were being honest. You weren’t quite sure how you’d feel if you knew your member had dipped into the thirsty side of your fandom.
“Guess I can endure a bit more of Seonghwa until the promotions are done,” you admitted.
Your member threw her arms around you. “You’re doing great, Unni, fighting!”
It was going to take a whole lot more than ‘fighting’ to get you through Wooyoung’s biker prequel. Especially if he asked you to beta read it like last time.
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barnesbabee · 4 years ago
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𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮 - 𝓽𝓮𝓷
|| ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ || ⇜ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ - 10 - ɴᴇxᴛ⟿
⟿ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: No sensible person would turn down their boss if they looked good as good as Seonghwa. But maybe they would wish they had…
⟿ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ: CEO!Seonghwa x reader, bestfriend!Yunho x reader || Social Media!AU
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"Seonghwa I was kidnapped."
"What the fuck."
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There was more silence in the line. Seonghwa didn't know what to say, and the half bottle of wine he had just had was starting to kick in.
"Are you serious!? Y/N are you okay!?"
"Y-yes yes I think so, I'm not harmed. I know it's a bit much to ask but, can you come get me?"
"Yes, of course, share your location and I'll be there in a minute. Are you in danger!? How many people should I bring!? Do we need guns?"
"Just you should be fine, it's just one asshole and his friend..."
"What?"
Seonghwa was visibly confused, and rightfully so.
"I'll explain everything once you're here... I'm sorry."
"No, no don't be, I'm in my garage already, I'll be there in a second."
Once you hung up you felt a little unsafe, so you walked a little further to get away from the house, and, in a blink of an eye, Seonghwa's red SUV pulled up right beside you.
He came out of the car and held your shoulders, examining your body for any bruises, scratches, or blood. Fortunately, you had nothing but a couple bruises on your knees and hips, that he couldn't see.
"Are you okay?" He asked, looking into your eyes.
"I'm okay now."
You gave him a small smile, which he returned. He put his arm around your waist and helped you seat on the passenger seat of his car.
"So," he said, as he started the car once more "what the fuck happened?"
You sighed, there was a lot to unpack.
"I've kept some really close friends from high school, San, whom I'm sure you've heard of, Jongho, Mingi, and Yunho. We were always very close, and I was particularly close to Yunho. We grew a little apart after we graduated 'cause professionally we were looking for different things, but Yunho and I realized we couldn't be apart, so we started dating. Everything was going well but towards the end, we started having more fights, more arguments,... So I decided it would be better to break up while we could still be friends before it became more toxic and our group of friends would fall apart. But he started having some really shitty behavior... He would scare and push away anyone who tried to date me or to flirt with me, but I never mentioned anything and never made much of a fuss because I really cared about him still, after all, we had been such close friends for a long time, it was hard to let go. Once I applied to your company and learned about you I was a little... starstruck and amazed, by you."
You could see him blush slightly and smile (a smile he tried to hide) from the corner of your eye. But he kept quiet and listened.
"I talked about you to my friends, and Yunho hated it. But there was nothing he could do because unlike everybody else he didn't have direct contact with you, to try and scare you off. And once I announced I was hired, he hated it cause it meant I'd be closer to you. He straight-up called me a whore. A couple days after that he apologized in a very weird way, it was creepy, so San told me he'd pick me up after work 'cause it was dark and not very safe anyway, but today- yesterday" You reiterated, after noticing it was well past midnight "I told him not to pick me up because I'd be meeting you after work, so I'd just be riding an uber anyway. I don't know if Yunho found out about me going to your house, or if he just waited every day until San didn't pick me up, but a black van pulled up in front of me and someone pulled me inside. I had no idea what was going on, I passed out and when I woke up I was in a dark room alone. Yunho barged in some time after and came with the 'see, I'm here and Seonghwa isn't' type of conversation, and that's when I found out he had orchestrated the whole thing for me to notice how much better he supposedly is..."
Seonghwa sighed and rested his head on the car's seat.
"Shit... That's a lot to unpack."
You hummed in agreement.
"I'm sorry I know it's a lot to deal with, you can just... drop me off at home."
"No, no absolutely not. He knows where you live, doesn't he? If he's insane enough to fake kidnap you, he's crazy enough to pull up to your house and do God knows what. I'm taking you back to my house, you can take a shower and I'll lend you some clothes, I'm sure something of mine fits you."
You smiled at his kindness. You really didn't expect Seonghwa to be like that. Deep down you thought he would be the classic 'work above anything' type of CEO, one that really didn't care about others, but you were surprised.
"Seonghwa, I don't know what to say... We have known each other for no longer than a week."
"Well that's true but... How do I say this without seeming too forward, we seem like a nice match. Texting you is the most fun part of most of my days and I like the way you're able to separate personal life from professional life. I'm not going to lie after we exchanged some... texts, I was afraid you'd start sprawling on my desk naked and I really didn't want to have an awkward conversation with you about limits and boundaries."
It was hard to contain your laughter. Although he was a confident man, you could tell he was a little awkward when talking about certain issues just like that. You smiled and brushed his hair away from his eyes.
You got to his house quickly, but the engine going quiet didn't stop your conversation. He gently took a hold of your hand and guided you inside.
"I'm glad you think like that, after Yunho talked to me I was afraid you'd be using me just for sex."
Seonghwa chuckled.
"I guess that's the general idea..." He sighed before continuing his sentence "Maybe I shouldn't be telling you this, I have never told anyone, not even Wooyoung 'cause he would yell at me, but it's actually the other way around. Women come to me and I happily have sex with them, not gonna lie, and then they end up ghosting me or telling me to fuck off after I try to become closer to them. I guess it's my fault, I'm a little dense when it comes to understanding what women want."
You could tell he was a little embarrassed for admitting that. He was looking away as if the wall was the most interesting thing in the world, and his cheeks had a little pink tint to them. You grabbed his hands and looked into his eyes.
"It's okay, I'll make sure to send understandable messages."
You both smiled widely at the joke, but then everything was serious. You were staring deeply into each other's eyes and you were suddenly aware of the closeness of your bodies. You could tell Seonghwa was hesitant, and you wanted to follow through with your promise.
You got on your tiptoes and kissed the corner of his lips, signaling that you wanted the same he did.
He cupped your cheek, gently yet firmly, and brought your face closer to his. Seonghwa teased you for a second, not quite closing the gap between your lips. You groaned quietly, revealing your restlessness for him, and he finally connected your lips, in a soft, innocent, yet long kiss. It soon turned into something else, something rougher and full of meaning, His hands were stiff on your waist, gripping you tightly as if preventing themselves from roaming somewhere else.
"You know, you don't need to hold back, Sir..." You said when you broke apart.
He groaned at the little pet name you knew he loved.
"I know doll, but I promised no funny business, you need to rest, it's been a long day."
Seonghwa kissed your lips gently and rubbed his thumb on your waist. He then kissed your neck and approached his lips to your ear.
"Plus, I have plenty of time to test you out, don't I?"
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