Bangtan Christmas Drabble 7
New Year's cheer ft Seokjin
The man who walks into your bar on New Year's eve seems like he wants to celebrate with you.
Rating: 18+
Word count: 1.6k
Warnings: Explicit sex, guns
The man pulls aside the noren at the entrance of the bar but still has to duck elegantly before his head will fit under. He’s tall, and when you can see his face clearly you realise that he’s attractive, too.
He has beautiful skin, full lips, broad shoulders and an uncompromising glint in his eyes.
You greet him cheerfully, gesturing to a seat a little distance away from the other patrons.
He smiles at you and orders whiskey.
You’ve just set the glass in front of him when two more men enter the bar.
You’re about to greet them when the first man sets both his hands on the bartop.
With his left hand, he grips your wrist.
With his right, he tosses back the whiskey you’ve served him, and reaches into his exquisitely tailored overcoat.
His hand emerges with a gun.
It’s sleek and deadly, and you have a sudden, crystal clear thought that it’s just like he is.
There are two pops, and the two men who entered your bar after him slump to the floor.
You’re opening your mouth to scream, and that’s when he pulls you forward, grip firm on your wrist.
‘They’re yakuza,’ he says.
You say, ‘Everyone in this town is yakuza.’
His lips quirk in a rueful grin. ‘So I’ve discovered.’
‘Should have known you’re not from around here,’ you utter.
‘Someone who looks like me would definitely stand out in a place like this,’ he agrees.
You have no idea who’s called the police, but you can hear the sirens.
The man from out of town vaults over the bar gracefully, plucks the bottle of whiskey off the back shelf, and takes you out of the bar with him.
‘Where are we going?’ you ask, walking fast to keep up with him.
‘I’m going to kill you and toss you in a ditch, of course,’ he says. He smiles charmingly, but there’s a hardness in his eyes that makes you feel uneasy.
‘I won’t tell anyone what I saw,’ you assure him, belatedly.
He crosses the road without looking in either direction.
You’re warm from almost running to keep up with him, but the gust of wind makes you shiver.
‘Since you’re not from around here, I consider it my duty to tell you that the nearest ditch is not anywhere around here,’ you tell him, trying to be helpful.
He looks at you impatiently. You’re about to apologise when he slips off his coat and puts it over your shoulders.
‘Don’t forget to take this back so they can’t trace the murder back to you,’ you tell him.
He stares at you. It’s too dark to really see but you get the sense he’s trying not to smile.
‘I should have chosen the bar next door,’ he says.
‘What? Lee Seonghoon’s a cheap fucker, you would have been served some watered down shit,’ you grumble.
‘Also he’s nowhere near as beautiful as you are,’ he murmurs.
‘He’s eighty,’ you retort. ‘That’s not the compliment you think it is.’
‘You’re as pretty as I am,’ he continues. ‘I don’t say that lightly.’
‘Well it’s New Years,’ you say, mollified. ‘I wanted to look pretty.’
‘Hot date after work?’ he inquires. He holds out his arm, and you slip your hand in the crook of it without really thinking about it.
You hurry along the street with him.
‘I wanted to look pretty for me,’ you say.
He glances at you. ‘Well you succeeded.’
He ushers you into an alleyway, through a side door, clicking on a light to reveal a sparse looking room with a sleeping mat in one corner and a small desk in another corner.
You shrug his coat off and give it back to him.
‘It looks good on you,’ he remarks, hanging it on a coathook.
Now there’s more light you can see the pale blue shirt he has on, the dark tie loosened at his throat, the matching waistcoat cut perfectly to emphasize the breadth of his shoulders and the trimness of his waist.
Your kidnapper and would-be murderer is a visual treat, at least.
He smiles at you charmingly. ‘Can you behave yourself whilst I attend to one last task before I leave this godforsaken place?’
‘It’s not that bad,’ you say, haughtily. ‘You haven’t really given it a chance.’
He says, ‘If you keep your smart mouth shut I’ll let you go after I’m done.’
You mime zipping up your lips and throwing away the key.
He sets the whiskey he’s filched from your bar down and pours a generous serving into two mugs.
‘Cheers,’ he says.
You unzip your lips to drink, and he laughs.
He sets his laptop on his lap, profile beautiful in the blue gleam, and starts typing swiftly.
His gun sits on the floor between you.
You undo the knot in the apron you wear at work, take it off, and fold it carefully, setting it aside.
His gaze flickers to yours, but he doesn’t say anything.
You make short work of the whiskey he’s poured you, and wordlessly, he lifts the bottle to pour you more.
Finally, he sets his laptop aside.
‘I’m done, ahead of schedule,’ he tells you.
Warm from the whiskey and his proximity, you smile at him. ‘Well done,’ you say, holding out a hand for him to shake.
His hand closes on your wrist again, and he exerts the faintest pressure, a tiny tug.
You find your face inches from his, and he’s just as beautiful up close.
If he’s going to kill you tonight, you might as well have some fun, you figure.
You cup his cheek.
He holds perfectly still until your lips touch his. You think he’s going to push you away, but instead he cups your head, fingers weaving into your hair, and pulls you closer.
His lips are firm, warm, and he tastes like your premium whiskey.
It’s a heady combination.
You kiss over and over, lips parted, and when his tongue makes his way into your mouth you take him in willingly.
He pulls back, breathless and flushed from your kisses, your lipstick staining his mouth.
He kisses down your neck, reaching the top button of your blouse as his hand clasps your thigh under your skirt.
You aren’t waiting around to be touched. Your own hands are roaming, one unbuttoning his waistcoat, the other on his belt.
He hums his enjoyment into your skin as he exposes more of your top half. Under your skirt, his hand’s reached your panties, his knuckles brushing your cunt, tantalisingly close to your clit.
You don’t realise you’re moving your hips until he slaps your thigh.
‘I’ll get to it, impatient girl,’ he says.
You frown up at him as you cup his cock over his briefs.
Then the frown drops from your face, and you look down to verify what your hand already knows.
Shit. Your kidnapper’s hung like a stallion.
He’s looking at you, amused by your reaction.
‘Please,’ you say, not sure when your voice got so raspy. ‘You must get this all the time.’
‘My name is Seokjin,’ he says. ‘And yes, I do get this reaction all the time.’
He unzips your skirt deftly.
You look up at him. ‘I’m Y/N,’ you tell him.
He stops, hand warm on your hip.
‘Do you want to do this with me, Y/N?’ he asks, quietly. ‘We can stop if you don’t. I’m not going to hurt you.’
You smile, reassured. ‘Are you kidding? I’ve always wanted to ride a horse.’
He laughs, and presses an unexpectedly sweet kiss to your forehead.
‘Better get on top then.’
He’s gentle with you, letting you set the pace when you finally have him all the way inside you.
He rocks his hips against yours, eyes roaming your body with flattering intensity, hands alternating between your hips and your breasts as you ride him.
When you falter, unbearably close, he seems to know exactly what you need, turning you over so you’re underneath him, taking you the rest of the way.
He cums quietly, a gasp of breath like he’s drowning that you notice even though you’re in the throes of your own pleasure.
And then, he’s still, laying beside you under the half moon that’s hanging over the mountains, shining through his window.
You glance at the clock on the wall before you fall asleep, and realise it’s past midnight.
It’s a new year.
You’re awakened by the zip of a duffel bag.
When your eyes open you realise Seokjin’s got his back to you.
The already sparse room is now empty save for your clothes, neatly folded and stacked in a tidy pile beside the sleeping mat.
He says, without turning around, ‘thank you for a lovely night.’
You say, ‘no problem.’
You get dressed quickly.
He waits politely until you clear your throat and announce, ‘I’m ready.’
Then he turns, and the corner of his mouth quirks up in a smile.
‘I’ve got to go,’ he tells you. ‘Can you make it back home?’
‘You’ve met me, haven’t you? Is there anything you think I can’t tackle?’
He laughs. ‘I don’t think so.’
You watch as he heads for the door.
‘Hey,’ you say, and he stops, his broad back to you.
‘You still owe me for the whiskey.’
He turns, and it’s hard to see but you think there’s warmth in his eyes.
‘Don’t worry,’ he says, beautiful and serene in the moonlight. ‘I’m coming back.’
He walks off without looking back, leaving footsteps in the snow.
©hamsterclaw 2022
And that's a wrap, folks. Hope you've enjoyed the ride, stay safe and see you in the new year!
Good luck and good night Kim Seokjin, can't wait to see you again 💜
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Levanter - Dystopian Celestial AU (ft. Time and Memory Cast)
Dystopian Celestial AU [Copypasted from a conversation]
i wanna make a sub au where its supernatural/holy entites mixed w dystopia (+ redesign my fallen angel oc designs)
inspired by ff7, horizon and probably a bunch of other games i forgot
mainly ff7, even tho i havent even played the game LMAO
but ive seen a few clips and i like the environment/graphics/vibes
so for now just think of a dystopian setting where the angels demons and allsorts exist
nothing too supernatural
probably conflict within society
the setting i think it has a junkyard type vibes
for fits they'd have more streetwear/cyberpunk (as in the game, not so much the modern full of belts) fits
knowing tetsuya nomura, designs might be on the more obscure side (if youve seen some of the kh designs you might(?) get a bit of the feel??)
i'd think abt a lot of leather, heavy duty jackets, worn out clothing, cargo pants, combat boots
and dark color schemes
as for lore
the world is kinda in a state of poverty (typical dystopian setting), humans hate the holy supernatural thinking they're the cause of their misery
its like the gods abandoned the humans
and humans think the supernaturals are so full of themselves
the supernaturals think humans are idiots for blaming their problems on them
and basically theres tension/conflict between the two sides (not to mention between heaven and hell but even then, they're more on neutral terms than with humans ironically)
i think even supernaturals feel abandoned by gods in this world
theyre not necessarily holy
theyre questioning their own existence
demons dont care as much but angels are probably lost and just doing what they can”
NEW ADDITION: 4 DISTRICTS - Protection(Earth), Power(Fire), Creation(Water), Liberty(Air) - used to be united until conflicts raised and differences in opinion. [NAMES TBD]
now for what could be an upcoming project/story i might write...
Levanter
(Title inspired by this song)
Summary: Lee, being fed up with having to be an angel and her overly devoted angel family and their ways, ran away and ripped her wings off in the process. The escape process was a dangerously risky one, having been hunted down by the angels who refused to let her leave, resulting in her suffering heavy injuries as she collapsed after venturing as far away as possible. a nearby settlement [Liberty], alerted by the disturbance, finds the girl upon their investigation and brings her in. When Lee wakes up, she is only able to remember her name, but is nonetheless accepted refuge in their settlement. Basically, what happens throughout the story is that Lee learns to be human, slowly gets back her memories, and starts turning into a fallen angel.
Cast
Lee - Cornelia Lee Santo ('04) - Fallen Angel
Elijah - Elijah James de la Cruz ('03) - Half-Angel (front line)
Elena - Elena Mae de la Cruz ('03) - Half-Angel (front line)
Joshua - Jeongseok Lee ('03) - Human (logistics)
Jessica - Jisoo Lee ('03) - Human (logistics)
Mariel - Angelina Mariel Bautista ('01) - Angel (medic)
Samsul - Samsul Hakim ('00) - Human (strategist)
Yuki - Yukiteru Sakimoto ('04) - Human (watcher)
Zack - Gabriel Zackary Santiago ('04) - Nephilim (versatile/future high ranker)
Beatrice - Beatrice Abigail Mendoza ('04) - Angel
“Shun” - Shuchang Chen ('05) - Cyborg/Android (experiment, from the land of Creation)
Vincent - Vincent Nathan Khan ('05) - Nephalem
Daniel Chanyeol Yoon ('02) - Half-Demon [these three are from the land of Power]
Seonghoon Kim ('03) - Human
Caleb Jayden Ramos ('04) - Angel [+3 more undeveloped OCs (all ‘05/’06 line)]
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