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eightmakesonebraincell ยท 3 months ago
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asking boyfriend!ateez to buy you pads
genre: ot8 x fem!reader, crack, fluff, fake texts
c/w: the boys are trying their best okay, swearing, crude language, pet names
a/n: bc the only way to get through shark week ๐Ÿฆˆ๐Ÿฉธ is to pretend boyfie ateez will (try to) take care of you ๐Ÿ˜Œโ˜๏ธ also in other news i got rear-ended the other day LOL @sorryimananti-romantic can confirm the other driver was st00pid
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allyallyorange ยท 6 months ago
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Luck and Trouble
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edenesth ยท 2 months ago
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ATEEZ as Disney Princes
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Pairing(s): disney prince!ateez x disney princess!reader
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A/N: The title says it all. I thought it'd be fun to do something like this for the first time, deviating from my usual one member per story format teehee. Special thanks to my one and only, my pookie, @itstheghostofmypast, for helping me decide which Disney princes San, Mingi, and Wooyoung should be๐Ÿ’˜
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Hongjoong โ†  Li Shang (Mulan)
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โ€ข Leadership โ€ข Discipline โ€ข Protector โ€ข
"The Huns have struck here, here, and here," the senior General Kim pointed to the map, his voice steady and commanding. "I will lead the main troops to the Tung Shao Pass and stop Shan-Yu before he destroys this village. You will stay behind and train the new recruits. When Chi Fu believes you're ready, you will join us, Captain."
"Captain?" Hongjoong repeated, his voice filled with disbelief. This was the moment he had been dreaming of for as long as he could remember. He had trained the hardest and longest among his batch, fighting tirelessly to prove his worth to his commanding officer. It was finally his time to shine and demonstrate his capabilities.
"I believe you will do an excellent job," General Kim affirmed.
"Oh, I will. I won't let you down, sir," the younger man replied with determination.
It was during the Imperial dynasty in China that, as the Huns attempted to invade, the nation plunged into war. Yet, not all hope was lost. The young and fiery Captain Hongjoong was assigned to take charge of the new recruits. He would motivate them and push them to reach their full potential. His ability to inspire and lead by example would soon become evident as he transformed a group of untrained soldiers into a disciplined unit.
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Throughout the training, Hongjoong enforces strict discipline among his soldiers. He sets high standards and expectations, ensuring that the recruits develop the necessary skills and physical conditioning through rigorous exercises. His disciplined approach is crucial in preparing them for the challenges ahead.
You would know this firsthand. Despite your best efforts, you had lost hope, feeling out of place because, at the end of the day, you were not a man. But Hongjoong didn't know that. No one in the camp knew.
"You're unsuited for the rage of war. So pack up and go home," he had said, shaking his head in disappointment as he stalked off.
There was something about him that made you want to fight harder, to prove that you could do what the other soldiers could. To his pleasant surprise, he emerged from his tent the following morning to see your fellow soldiers applauding you for successfully completing the toughest task in the camp.
This was exactly what he wanted to see.
You used to fear him for his harsh and uncompromising behaviour, but now you understand. In the face of war, no one would show you kindness or consideration. Captain Hongjoong was doing exactly what he needed to prepare everyone for that reality.
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"You think your troops are ready to fight?" Chi Fu scoffed. "They wouldn't last a minute against the Huns!"
Hongjoong scowled, clenching his fists. "They completed their training."
"Those boys are no more fit to be soldiers than you are to be a captain. Once the general reads my report, your troops will never see battle," Chi Fu sneered, gesturing for the younger man to leave.
"We're not finished!" Hongjoong called out, grabbing the man's arm.
"Be careful, Captain. The general may be your father, but I am the Emperor's counsel. And I got that job on my own. You're dismissed," Chi Fu said snarkily, pulling open the flap of his tent.
There it wasโ€”the comment Hongjoong hated most. Being called the son of General Kim. He had heard enough whispers of nepotism, undermining his hard-earned success. He didn't want to be seen as just the general's son; he had worked tirelessly to earn his position.
He stormed out of the tent, surprised to see you standing there. "Hey, I'll hold him, and you punch," you joked nervously, but he frowned and continued walking. "Or not." You bit your lip as he walked away. "For what it's worth, I think you're a great captain."
His steps faltered for a moment, and he turned to meet your eyes briefly. In that fleeting glance, his eyes seemed to show what looked like a hint of appreciation before he continued on his way.
At least someone still believed in him.
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And that someone wasโ€ฆ a girl.
Hongjoong discovered this during the mountain battle when the Huns ambushed and you saved him. You had lied, fooling everyone, even him. How dare you? How dare youโ€ฆ try to save your father's life by volunteering to fight in the war? After the initial feelings of disappointment and betrayal, he realised just how brave you wereโ€”a quality that put cowardly men to shame.
Not only that, your perseverance had ended up saving China, something he couldn't have done without you.
Guilt overwhelmed him after leaving you behind, injured and alone on the snowy mountain, after you had risked your life to save his. The image of you lying vulnerable and exposed in the small tent haunted himโ€”your hair finally let down, revealing your true identity; your petite frame contrasting with the fabric tightly wrapped around your chest to hide your gender. In his emotional turmoil at the time, he had abandoned you. But if he could do it over, he knew he would have done everything differently to protect you.
That's why he was determined to make up for his mistake by protecting you now, even though he knew deep down that he would have protected you regardless.
"Where is she?! Now she's done it! What a mess! Stand aside! That creature's not worth protecting," the Emperor's counsel screeched, trying to push past Hongjoong, who was shielding you. He gestured toward the destroyed portion of the palace from your earlier battle with Shan-Yu and his men.
The captain stood his ground. "She's a hero."
"She's a woman. She'll never be worth anything."
"Listen, you pompous..." Hongjoong growled, grabbing Chi Fu by the collar.
"That's enough!" the Emperor roared, breaking the two apart. The focus shifted to what was truly important: the fact that the war was finally over, thanks to a certain female warrior.
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While Hongjoong possessed exceptional leadership skills, discipline, and a protective nature, he still had moments of foolishness.
"You, uhh... you fight good."
Was that all he could muster? After everything you had been through together, perhaps you were overthinking it. Maybe he didn't see you in that way at all. Maybe you were just another good soldier to him.
"Oh. Thank you."
Like an idiot, he watched you depart, a sense of longing tugging at his heart. Unbeknownst to him, the Emperor appeared beside him, clearing his throat before speaking, "The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all."
"Sir?" Hongjoong blinked in confusion.
"You don't meet a girl like that in every dynasty," the Emperor remarked, indirectly calling the captain a fool, shaking his head in disbelief before returning to the palace.
Finally grasping the meaning behind His Excellency's words, Captain Hongjoong hastily mounted the nearest horse and rode swiftly to your family estate. He should have recognised the affection he felt for you sooner. Gosh, he truly had been clueless.
He arrived just in time to interrupt your tearful reunion with your father. "Uhhโ€ฆ you forgot your helmet!" he stuttered, turning awkwardly to the elderly man beside you, the one you had gone to war for. "W-well, actually, it's your helmet, isn't it? I meanโ€ฆ"
You suppressed a smile, feeling your heart flutter as you understood his obvious reason for visiting. Stepping closer to him, you reached out to accept the helmet. "Would you like to stay for dinner?"
He blushed. "Dinner would be great."
Seonghwa โ†  Prince Charming (Cinderella)
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โ€ข Gentlemanly โ€ข Graceful โ€ข Loyal โ€ข
"Miss! Are you alright?" the prince called out after helping you rein in your horse, which had been racing out of control. You huffed in frustration. "I'm fine, but you nearly scared the life out of him."
He frowned, confused. "Who?"
"The stag," you replied incredulously. How could he act so innocent when he and his group had been hunting down a poor creature? "What did he ever do to you to deserve being chased like that?"
His Highness struggled to suppress the smile tugging at his lips. The way you spoke of the animal as if it were a dear friend was endearing, and he could see that you genuinely cared for the animal. Not many girls your age, at least those he had met, would show such compassion. "Miss, what do they call you?"
Your smile faltered, memories of the cruel names your stepmother and stepsisters used flashing in your mind. "It doesn't matter what they call me."
"You shouldn't be this deep in the forest alone," he pointed out.
"I'm not alone. I'm with you, Mister...?" you said lightly, before pausing and glancing at him curiously. "What do they call you?"
Realising you had no clue who he was, he chuckled. "You don't know who I am?" His expression softened when he saw that you truly didn't recognise him. "Well... they call me Seonghwa. At least, my father does when he's in a good mood."
There was something refreshing about meeting someone who didn't know his royal identity, and he felt strangely free at this moment. Determined to keep it that way, he quickly came up with white lies to conceal the truth. Just then, you noticed the group of men who had been hunting with him gallop by, and you swallowed nervously. "You'll leave the stag alone, won't you?"
He paused, captivated by your sincerity and beautyโ€”both inside and outโ€”before nodding slowly. "I will."
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"If I must marry, why not a good, honest country girl?" Seonghwa slyly suggested, posing for his portrait as part of the preparations for the royal ball, where he was expected to find a bride. Ever since meeting you that day in the woods, you hadn't left his thoughts.
The Grand Duke barely held back a chuckle. "And how many strong alliances will this 'good, honest country girl' provide us? How will she strengthen the kingdom? We are a small nation surrounded by powerful states, Your Royal Highness, and it's a dangerous world."
His Majesty sighed at the man's sarcastic tone and approached his son. "Listen, boy. I want to see you safeโ€”and the kingdom secure."
Seonghwa's expression darkened at the gentle rejection. "Alright, Father, but on one condition. Let the invitations go to everyone, not just the nobility. The wars have brought grief to all of us."
That was all it took to set things in motion. "A ball for the people, a princess for the prince," the advisor muttered, unaware of how determined His Highness truly was. His plan to see you again was falling into place.
Days later, as you wandered through the town market, you heard the town crier make the announcement. "Know that in two weeks, a Royal Ball will be held at the palace. At said ball, in accordance with ancient custom, the prince shall choose a bride. Furthermore, by the prince's request, it is hereby declared that every maiden in the kingdom, be she noble or commoner, is invited to attend. Such is the command of our most noble king."
Eager to see the apprenticeโ€”at least, that's what he claimed to beโ€”whom you'd met in the forest just the other day, you rushed home to share the news with your stepmother and stepsisters, brimming with excitement. But, of course, things were not going to unfold the way you had hoped.
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"You shall not go to the ball!" were your stepmother's cruel words after she ripped apart your mother's old gown.
Yet here you stood, in front of everyone in the grand hall, now adorned in a magical gown and sparkling glass slippers, thanks to your fairy godmother. The prince's face lit up the moment he saw you, gazing at you like you were the most beautiful girl in the worldโ€”and to him, you were. No one could ever compare.
"Mr. Seonghwa," you called softly as the crowd parted, allowing you to approach him. His heart melted at the sound of his name on your lips. "It's you, isn't it?" he asked, smiling. "It is," you replied with a smile of your own.
Gathering his courage, he swallowed nervously. "If I mayโ€”it would be the greatest honour if you'd allow me to lead you in this first dance."
Your heart fluttered, and you nodded. With your permission, he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. The proximity made your breath hitch as your hand rested on his shoulder. He spun you around, and for a moment, you caught the eyes of the crowd. "They're all looking at you," you whispered, turning to face him again.
He smiled softly, shaking his head. "Trust me, they're all looking at you." In that moment, nothing else mattered to him but you. Holding you close, he couldn't tear his eyes away, not even for a second. He could stay like this forever.
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"So, you're the prince!" you exclaimed as he led you away from the crowd into a secluded room, offering you both a moment of peace and quiet.
"Not the prince, exactly," he replied with a playful grin. "There are plenty of princes in the world. I'm just a prince."
You chuckled softly. "But your name's not really Seonghwa, is it?"
He laughed. "Oh, it is. My father still calls me thatโ€”especially when he's not too irritated with me."
As you both shared a laugh, your eyes landed on a portrait hanging on the wall. "Is that you?" you asked curiously, moving toward it.
He sighed. "Ugh, I hate how I look in paintings. Don't you?"
You shrugged. "No one's ever painted my portrait."
He paused, his gaze softening as he looked at you. "No? Well, they should."
For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still as you stared at one another, neither wanting the moment to end. Reluctant to part from you, Seonghwa led you out into the palace garden.
"What's bothering you?" you asked, noticing the flicker of concern in his eyes as you strolled down the grassy paths.
He forced a smile. "When I go back, they'll try to marry me off to a lady of their choosing. I'm expected to marry for political advantage."
You gave him a gentle smile. "But surely you have a right to follow your own heart."
He sighed, wishing that were true. Not wanting the evening to end just yet, he guided you to a hidden spot. "A secret garden," you murmured in awe, stepping into the beautiful, secluded space. In the centre stood a swing, and at his insistence, he pushed you gently, laughing together until one of your glass slippers slipped off.
Like the gentleman he was, Seonghwa immediately knelt down to help you put it back on. Once it was secure, you found yourself sitting close to him, your breaths catching as he remained on his knees, gazing up at you.
"Won't you tell me who you really are?" he asked softly, a hint of desperation in his voice.
You swallowed nervously. "If I do, everything might change."
His expression tugged at your heart. "I don't understand... Can you at least tell me your name?"
You hesitated, then whispered, "My name isโ€”"
The loud chime of the clock rang out, striking midnight. Panic surged through you. "I have to go! It's... hard to explain. Thank you for a wonderful evening. I've loved every moment!" were your final words as you hurried away.
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"Miss, you are requested and required to present yourself before your king," said the captain of the royal guard, as your cruel stepmother finally unlocked the door to your attic room.
The king...?
That could only mean Seonghwa, with his father having recently passed. Despite your stepmother's desperate attempts to stop you, she could no longer keep you from meeting him. With nervous breaths, you made your way down to the living hall where he waited. Would you be enough? There was no magic to help you now.
"Who are you?" he asked, holding the single glass slipper in his hand.
With a deep breath, you finally spoke your truth. "Your Majesty, I'm no princess. I have no carriage, no parents, and no dowry. I don't even know if that beautiful slipper will fit. But if it does, will you take me as I am? An honest country girl who loves you."
A soft smile spread across his face. His loyalty has only ever been to you and only you from the very beginning. "Of course I will. But only if you will take me as I am."
In that final moment of truth, you sat before him just like that night, and without hesitation, Seonghwa gently slipped the shoe onto your foot. It fit perfectly. After searching the entire kingdom to find you, you were finally here, his at last.
A few days later, you stood beside him in a wedding gown, facing the people as their queen. "My Queen," he whispered, cupping your face amidst the cheers of the crowd.
"My Hwa," you murmured, just before he pressed his lips firmly against yours.
Yunho โ†  Prince Phillip (Sleeping Beauty)
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โ€ข Brave โ€ข Romantic โ€ข Strong-willed โ€ข
"We want you to go pick some berries! Lots of berries! But take your time, dear. Don't wander too far, and rememberโ€”no talking to strangers! Goodbye, dear," your three godmothers chimed in unison as you waved them off. They were so charmingly silly, and though you knew they were up to something for your 16th birthday, you played along and agreed to leave the cosy little cottage you'd grown up in.
What you didn't know was that your godmothers were feeling bittersweet. After the celebration, they would be returning you to your true parentsโ€”the king and queen. They had kept you hidden all these years from Maleficent's curse, and now, believing it was finally safe, they prepared to send you home. Or so they thought.
Completely unaware of this, you happily made your way to the forest where you often spent your days, swinging the empty basket in your hand and singing a familiar tune.
Not far off, Yunho caught the sound of your voiceโ€”the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. He pulled his horse to a stop, biting his lip in wonder. "What is that? It's... beautiful." Turning toward the source of the melody, he couldn't resist. "Come on, let's go find out."
In his haste to reach you, his horse galloped ahead, easily leaping over a low logโ€”unfortunately, not quite low enough for the prince. Yunho yelped as he was thrown into a shallow pond, landing with a splash. He groaned, unamused, as his horse sheepishly returned, having noticed his rider was no longer on board.
So much for chasing the magical voice. Now he was stuck with wet clothes, needing to dry off before he could continue his search.
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"Why do they still treat me like a child? They never let me meet anyone..." you sighed, speaking to the animals gathered around you. "But guess what? I tricked them. I have met someoneโ€”a prince. He's tall, handsome, and... so romantic. We walk together, talk together, and just before we say goodbye, he takes me in his arms, and then..." you teased with a playful smile. "I wake up."
"Yes, it's only in my dreams."
Pushing aside your wistful thoughts, you continued to sing softly while gathering berries. But to your surprise, another voice joined inโ€”a deep, masculine voice. Before you knew it, a pair of arms gently mirrored the way yours had been swaying in your daydream.
"Oh. Oh!" you gasped, pulling away as you realised this wasn't a dream. A man was standing before you, real and not imagined. Not wanting to frighten you, he kept his distance and bowed politely. "I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."
You blinked, trying to calm your racing heart as you took in his featuresโ€”he looked exactly like the man you had seen in your dreams. "Oh, it's not that... it's just that you're a..."
As you instinctively stepped back, he gently reached for your hand. "A stranger?" he finished for you, and you nodded. Before you could pull away, he smiled and held on softly. "But don't you remember? We've met before."
"We... have?" you whispered, your voice faltering.
He nodded, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. "Of course. You said so yourself. Once upon a dream."
You couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips as you turned away, amused by how he cleverly quoted your song. At first, you resisted, but soon you found yourself in his arms, dancing to the tune you had been singing. Except this time, you were no longer aloneโ€”you were dancing with him.
As if caught in a dream, you eventually leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder as the two of you stood beneath a tree, gazing out at the beautiful view. His voice was soft when he asked, "Who are you? What's your name?"
"My name..." you started, staring up into his eyes, momentarily mesmerised by them. You almost gave him your name, but then reality hit youโ€”you didn't even know him. With a gasp, you pulled away from his hold. "No, no, I can't. Iโ€”I have to go! Goodbye!"
Yunho panicked, not ready to let you slip away. Call it love at first sight, but he knew, deep down, you were the one. "But when will I see you again?" he called out, his eyes filled with longing as he watched you retreat into the forest.
"Tonight! At the cottage in the glen!" you blurted out, against your better judgement. Deep down, you couldn't bear the thought of leaving and never seeing him again either.
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"This is the happiest day of my life!" you exclaimed, admiring the beautiful dress and the delicious cake your godmothers had made for you. "Everything is so perfect. Just wait until you meet him!"
"Him? Y-you've met a stranger?" one of the fairies asked, concerned.
You smiled dreamily. "Oh, he's not a stranger. We've met beforeโ€”once upon a dream."
The fairies exchanged worried glances, their hearts breaking as they realised... you were in love. "Oh no, this is terrible. You're already betrothed."
"Betrothed?" Your heart sank.
"Since the day you were born, dear. To Prince Yunho."
You frowned in disbelief. "But that's impossible! How could I marry a prince? I'd have to be..."
"A princess," they finished for you. "And you are, dear. Tonight, we're taking you back to your father, King Stefan."
Shaking your head, you struggled to process the sudden revelation. "But... I can't! He's coming here tonight. I promised to meet him."
"We're sorry, child, but you must never see that young man again," one of them said softly.
It felt like a cruel joke. Just when you had finally met the man of your dreams, it all crumbled. That night, you cried yourself to sleep, your 16th birthday turning into something far from the magical day you had hoped for. And it was only going to get worse.
With a curse of eternal sleep.
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"Oh, come now, Prince Yunho. Why so melancholy?" Maleficent's sinister voice echoed through the dungeon as he lifted his head, his hands shackled in heavy chains. She had trapped him during his visit to your vacant cottage and now kept him imprisoned on her Forbidden Mountain. "A wondrous future lies before you," she mocked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You, the destined hero of a charming fairy tale come true."
With a wave of her hand over the glowing crystal ball atop her staff, she smirked. "Behold, King Stefan's castle." A vision slowly materialised in the crystal, and his heart sank.
"In the highest tower, dreaming of her true love, lies the princess," Maleficent sneered. "But in a cruel twist of fate, this sleeping beauty is none other than the peasant girl who won your heart just yesterday." Her grin widened as the image shifted. "In an ageless sleep, she rests, untouched by time. A hundred years will pass in the blink of an eye for a steadfast heart."
The crystal revealed an older, wearier version of His Highness. "And now, the gates of the dungeon open, and our valiant prince rides forth, tall and noble, to wake his love with a kissโ€”proving that true love conquers all!"
Her wicked laughter filled the air as the prince surged to his feet, straining against the chains. The revelation hit him hardโ€”you were his betrothed all along. His heart shattered at the sight of you, cursed to an endless sleep. But he refused to wait idly for a century. No matter the cost, even if it took his life, nothing would stop him from reaching you and breaking the spell.
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Through trials that nearly cost him his life more than once, Yunho pressed on, driven by a love that burned stronger than fear. Every step, every swing of his sword, had been for you. Now, as he climbed the winding staircase of the tower where you lay, his heart pounded louder than it ever had. Strangely, facing you was far more terrifying than battling a dragon or plummeting from a cliff.
What if his kiss didn't wake you? What if he wasn't the one you dreamed of all this time? His mind raced with doubts, but all of them vanished the moment he laid eyes on you.
There you were, peacefully resting, untouched by the passage of time. His breath caught in his throat as he knelt beside you, his hands trembling slightly, almost afraid that if he reached out, you might disappear like a fading dream. Gently, he lifted a hand to brush your hair away from your face, his fingers lingering as they drifted down to caress your cheek. The softness of your skin beneath his touch made his heart clench. God, you were beautiful. Even in this endless sleep, you were breathtaking, and the thought that you were hisโ€”the one his heart had longed forโ€”was almost too much to believe.
Ignoring the wild rhythm of his heartbeat, he leaned in closer. He hesitated, his lips hovering above yours, terrified and hopeful. Slowly, he closed the distance, pressing his lips tenderly against yours, his touch as gentle as a whisper. Time seemed to stand still. His entire world narrowed down to that single, precious moment.
Then, something incredible happened. He felt you stir, your lips moving ever so softly in response to his. Tears welled up in his eyes as he pulled back slightly, his gaze searching your face, desperate to see the miracle of your awakening. "Please," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, "come back to me."
A soft smile played on your lips as your eyes fluttered open. "I'm here, stranger," you murmured. Yunho let out a tearful laugh, pure joy flooding his heart as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. Nothing had ever felt so perfect.
Yeosang โ†  Hercules (Hercules)
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โ€ข Strength โ€ข Determination โ€ข Humility โ€ข
A scream pierced the air, and without a second thought, Yeosang urged Pegasus to dive down past the clouds toward the waterfall, where a damsel was clearly in distress. This was itโ€”his first real chance to prove himself as a true hero. Soon enough, he'd restore his godhood and join his parents back in Olympus.
"I swear, Nessus, put me down or I'llโ€”" you growled, struggling in the grasp of the River Guardian, a centaur who was supposed to be an ally on your mission for Hades, but he was proving to be more trouble than he was worth.
"Ooh, I like 'em fiery," the creature sneered, pulling you closer as you tried in vain to wriggle free.
The hero-in-training gasped, his blood boiling at the sight of you being manhandled. Not on his watch. Ignoring his trainer's advice to assess the situation, he charged forward recklessly. Phil groaned. "This kid is losing hero points fast!"
"Halt!" Yeosang called out, though his voice wavered when Nessus towered over him. "Excuse me, sir," he continued, much to the centaur's surprise. Who was this polite little pest? "I'll have to ask you to release that young laโ€”"
You shot him a frustrated look. "Keep walking, junior."
He blinked, confused. "But... aren't you a damsel in distress?"
"I'm a damsel, I'm in distress," you snapped. "I can handle it. Have a nice day." Despite your sarcastic smile, you were still stuck in the centaur's grip, struggling to break free.
Yeosang, however, wasn't one to give up so easily. A bit flustered by your brush-off, he unsheathed his sword. "Ma'am, I think you might be too close to the situation toโ€”" Before he could finish, Nessus sent him flying across the field.
After several clumsy attempts and a lot of trial and error, he finally managed to free you from the River Guardian's hold, though you both ended up soaked in the river. Quickly, he lifted you out of the water as if you weighed nothing and set you gently on a nearby log. "Oh, gosh, miss, I'm really sorry. That was... kind of dumb."
"Yeah," you replied with a crooked smile, wringing out your hair. Before you could say anything more, he dashed back into the fray. You smirked, amused by his naive determination and innocent sense of righteousness. It had been a while since you'd seen such a genuine do-gooder. "Is Wonderboy here for real?"
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"So, did they give you a name to go with all those rippling pectorals?" you teased, bending over to adjust the skirt of your dress.
The hero's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as he stared at you, now bathed in the golden light of the sunset. You were a sight for sore eyesโ€”more beautiful than Aphrodite herself, he dared to think.
He chuckled nervously, stammering like a shy schoolboy. "Uh, I'mโ€”Iโ€ฆ uhโ€ฆ"
You smirked, standing back up and retrieving the shoes he had been awkwardly holding for you. "Are you always this articulate?"
"Yeosang!" he blurted out, watching you walk away. "My... my name's Yeosang!"
Making your way to a nearby log to sit down, you glanced up at him with a playful grin. "Yeosang, huh? I think I prefer Wonderboy."
He bit his lip, completely unaware of how poorly he was hiding his emotions. It was obvious to anyone that he was completely mesmerised by you. "So, how'd you get tangled up with that..."
"Pinhead with hooves? Oh, you know how men are. They think 'no' means 'yes' and 'get lost' means 'take me, I'm yours,'" you quipped, your voice dripping with sarcasm. He blinked, clearly confused by your response. You rolled your eyes and gestured toward his trainer. "Don't worry, shorty here will explain it to you later."
Phil shot you an irritated glare, but you just waved him off. "Well, thanks for everything, Yeo. It's been a real slice."
You had barely taken a few steps when the hero called after you again, his voice full of determination. "Wait! Can we give you a ride?"
You glanced at Pegasus and Phil, both clearly unimpressed with you, and smirked. "Nah, I'll be fine. I'm a big, tough girl. I tie my own sandals and everything."
Leaning in, you gave him a quick boop on the nose, chuckling as he stood there with that dreamy smile still plastered on his face. "Bye-bye, Wonderboy."
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You hadn't expected to see him again so soon, but there he was, and you had to act fast. Running up to him, you let out a false cry. "Please! Help! There's been a terrible accident!" You hated dragging him into this, but with Hades holding your freedom hostage, you had no choice. You had to lure him into the trap.
The hero's face brightened the moment he saw you, your name escaping his lips with excitement. After his earlier failure in Thebes, seeing you lifted his spirits. He needed thisโ€”he needed you.
"Wonderboy! Yeosang! Thank goodness!" you exclaimed, stumbling into his arms with an air of desperation. His grip on you tightened protectively, his eyes wide with concern. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice full of worry.
Sniffling, you wiped your fake tears away. "Outside of town... two little boys. They were playing in the gorge. There was a terrible rockslide. They're trapped!"
"Kids? Trapped? This is my chance! Come on!" Before you could object, he had already hoisted you onto Pegasus despite your protests. "No, wait! I... I have a terrible fear of heights!" But it was too lateโ€”you were already in the sky, holding on tightly as the wind whipped past.
When you finally arrived, he noticed how shaken you seemed. His brow furrowed in concern. "Are you okay?"
You nodded weakly. "I'll be fine." But even then, he gently pulled you close, helping you down. The flutter in your chest was unwelcomeโ€”you shouldn't feel this way. You stayed back, watching as he rushed forward, unaware of the Hydra waiting to destroy him. Hades had set it up perfectly, and this was Yeosang's end. You should have focused on your own survival, but you couldn't help whispering under your breath, "Get out of here while you still can..."
Despite everything, he wasn't deterred. Time and again, he fought against what seemed like a certain defeat, his determination unshakable. Even after facing near death, he refused to give up, ultimately defeating the monster.
As much as you hated to admit it, seeing him fight with such bravery and resolve stirred something inside you. His courage, his powerโ€”it only deepened your admiration for him.
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"Wow, what a day," Yeosang said with a wide grin, descending the stairs into the picturesque garden. "First, that restaurant by the bay, and then the play!" His voice was animated, clearly still buzzing from the events of your date. Meanwhile, you struggled to maintain your smile, Hades' voice echoing in your mind with his latest demand. His patience was thinning after so many failed attempts. Now, he wanted you to find the hero's weakness.
When he turned to you, thanking you for such a wonderful time, you winced inwardly. "Don't thank me just yet," you muttered, setting your plan into motion. You deliberately tripped on the stairs, conveniently falling into his strong arms.
"Oops! Weak ankles," you murmured, biting your lip as you savoured the feeling of being so close to him. His grip was firm yet gentle.
"Yeah? Maybe you should sit down for a bit," he suggested like the gentleman he always was, carrying you over to a bench and setting you down with care. But how long would he stay a gentleman?
You shrugged, letting one of your dress straps slide down your shoulder, flashing him a seductive smile. "So, do you have any problems like this?" you asked, testing the waters as you slowly lifted one leg onto his lap. "Weak ankles, I mean."
His eyes widened, and he cleared his throat, gently but firmly pushing your leg back down. "Oh, no. Not really..." he stammered, inching away while you leaned in closer.
"No weaknesses at all?" you teased, pressing against his chest. "No trick knee? Ruptured discs?"
Yeosang just chuckled nervously, his face reddening. Instead of falling for your flirtation, he reached over and pulled your strap back over your shoulder. "Nope. I'm... fit as a fiddle," he said, quickly moving away toward the fountain, where he clumsily tossed a coin and knocked over a statue.
You sighed, walking over to him. "Wonderboy, you're perfect," you muttered with a teasing laugh. Time seemed to freeze as your eyes met his, a flicker of something different passing between you. Biting your lip, you quickly looked away. Maybe, just maybe, he really was different from the men who had hurt you before.
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"You know, when I was a kid, I would've given anything to be just like everyone else," Yeosang said softly, his eyes tracing the path of a shooting star across the night sky.
You scoffed, crossing your arms as you moved away to sit by the water, staring at your reflection with a bitter frown. "You wanted to be petty and dishonest?" You knew what people were likeโ€”you were one of them.
His smile faltered. "Not everyone's like that."
"Yes, they are," you whispered, more to yourself than to him.
"You're not like that," he said gently, appearing behind you. You smirked, feeling a tightness in your throat as you tried to keep your emotions in check. "How do you know what I'm like?" you croaked, wishing he'd stop making it so hard for you.
"All I know is you're the most amazing person with weak ankles I've ever met," he teased, his voice full of warmth. You chuckled until he continued, "When I'm with you, I don't feel so alone."
You avoided his gaze, your heart aching. "Sometimes it's better to be alone."
His smile faltered again. "What do you mean?"
You swallowed hard, your voice barely a whisper. "Nobody can hurt you."
He sat down beside you, reaching out to take your hands in his. "I would never, ever hurt you."
If only he knew...
Before you could say anything, he was already leaning in. Against your better judgement, your eyes fluttered closed, anticipation hanging between you. But just as your lips were about to meet, Pegasus and Phil appeared, breaking the moment and pulling Yeosang back to his training.
"I'm sorry for getting you in trouble," you murmured, feeling conflicted.
He just smiled, shaking his head, and handed you a small flower, gently pressing a kiss to your cheek. As he walked away, you were left behindโ€”completely a mess.
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"Wonderboy, why did youโ€ฆ?" you croaked, your voice weak after returning from deathโ€”literally. Yeosang had been crushed when he learned of your betrayal, discovering you had been working for Hades all along. But as you sacrificed yourself to save him, he realised none of that mattered anymore. Why hadn't he thought deeper about your reasons? If only he had understood that maybe you didn't have a choice.
In his selfless determination to exchange his life for yours, he had finally become a true hero. Tears welled up in his eyes as he helped you to your feet, pulling you gently back into his loving arms. "People always do crazy things when they're in love," he whisperedโ€”the same words you had said to him before your death.
So, he had felt the same all along.
"Now, at last, my son, you can come home," Zeus said, resting a proud hand on Yeosang's shoulder as he gestured to the now-open gates of Mount Olympus. The hero, now a god, beamed as the other gods swarmed him, celebrating his return.
From afar, you watched with a fading smile. Of course, he belonged to a different world. You were foolish to think you could ever truly be with him. "Congratulations, Wonderboy. You'll make one heck of a god," you whispered to yourself, turning to walk away.
But while the heavens rejoiced, Yeosang only had eyes for one person. His heart sank when he saw you leaving. "Father, this is the moment I've dreamed of my whole life, butโ€ฆ" He trailed off, racing after you and catching your hand. "A life without her, even an immortal life, would be empty. Iโ€ฆ I wish to stay on Earth with her. I finally know where I belong."
And with that, he pulled you into his arms, the divine glow fading as he leaned in, his lips meeting yours at last.
San โ†  Kristoff (Frozen)
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โ€ข Down-to-earth โ€ข Hardworking โ€ข Quirky โ€ข
"I was just wondering... has another young woman, maybe the queen, passed through here?" you asked, trying to sound casual, even though the bitter cold from Elsa's winter had you shivering uncontrollably. You were gathering what supplies you could from Wandering Oaken's Trading Post on your journey to find your sister. You needed to fix this, and to do that, she had to return to Arendelle.
"The only one crazy enough to be out in this storm is you, dear," the store owner chuckled, and you offered him an awkward smile. Before you could respond, the door suddenly swung open and slammed shut just as quickly. A man, completely covered in snowโ€”literallyโ€”stepped in with a weary sigh, shaking off the frost by the entrance.
"You and this fellow," Oaken added, gesturing to the newcomer.
Without a word, the man walked straight to the counter, forcing you to step aside awkwardly. "Carrots," he muttered, stepping closer.
"Huh?" you blinked, confused by how close he was.
"Behind you," he clarified, and you realised you were blocking the carrots he was reaching for. Feeling a bit foolish, you quickly moved aside. "Oh! Right, sorry."
Through his conversation with the store owner, you caught a crucial piece of information. "The North Mountain..." you murmured to yourself, eyes narrowing in thought. That must be where Elsa had gone. At least now you had a leadโ€”north it was.
"That'll be forty," Oaken said, ringing up the man's items.
"Forty? No, ten," the man countered, clearly unimpressed.
Deep in thought, you barely registered the tense negotiation between the two, both stubborn and unwilling to compromise. You only snapped back when you heard the man explain his dilemmaโ€”he sold ice for a living, and in this weather, he wasn't making any money. "Look, ten is all I've got. Help me out."
Before Oaken could respond, you jumped in. "Wait, just tell me one thing. What's happening on the North Mountain? Did it seemโ€ฆ magical?" There was desperation in your voice.
With an exasperated sigh, the man pulled down his scarf, revealing, to your surprise, a strikingly handsome face. For a second, you had thought him a brute. "Yes! Now back off while I deal with this crook."
Big mistake. The store owner stood up from his seat, towering over the both of you like a giant. "What did you call me?" And before the man knew it, he was tossed out of the shopโ€”minus his carrots.
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"Nice duet," you quipped, pushing open the door to the shack where you heard the man from earlier, now singing and impersonating his reindeer, Sven.
Startled, San jumped up defensively, only to relax with a sigh when he saw it was just you. "It's you again. What do you want?"
Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward with determination. "I want you to take me up the North Mountain."
He remained unimpressed, sinking back down to resume his sleep. "I don't take people places."
You should've known it wouldn't be that easy. "Let me rephrase," you said, tossing a bag at him. He jolted up, wheezing from the impact. "Take me up the North Mountain," you repeated more firmly, though you softened a little as he raised a brow. "Please?"
Sven started sniffing the bag, drawing his attention. San opened it to find the tools he'd been after. You bit your lip. "Look, I know how to stop this winter."
With a sigh, he pulled his beanie over his face. "Ugh, we leave at dawn." Just as you were about to celebrate, he added, "And you forgot the carrots for Sven."
Frustrated but undeterred, you hurled another bag at him, this time hitting him square in the face. He grunted in pain, sitting up again. Your eyes widened in panic. "Oops! Sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't meanโ€”" you stammered before regaining your composure. Clearing your throat, you declared firmly, "We leave now. Right now." You turned and marched out, letting out a breath of relief the moment you were out of sight. He really was intimidating.
Unbeknownst to you, he watched you leave, eyebrows narrowed. Not out of anger, but something elseโ€”a mix of mild annoyance and, oddly enough, admiration. You were quite the character.
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"So, uhh, tell meโ€”what made the queen go all ice-crazy?" San asked, trying to pry some information as the two of you sat on his sled, the cold winter night biting at your skin.
You gulped, unsure where to begin. "Well... it was kinda my fault. I got engaged, and she freaked out because I'd just met him that day, you know? She refused to bless the marriage and..." You trailed off, noticing the way he was staring at you.
"Wait, hold onโ€”you got engaged to someone you just met that day?" he asked, his face a mix of disbelief and judgement.
You nodded, waving it off like it was no big deal. "Yeah, anyway, I got mad, she got mad, she tried to leave, and I grabbed her glove..."
He blinked and turned fully towards you. "Hang on! You're telling me you got engaged to a guy you just met that day?"
"Yes," you sighed in frustration. "Pay attention. The point is, she always wore gloves, so I figured maybe she has a thing about dirt or something."
San couldn't believe what he was hearing. You'd agreed to marry someone you'd only met that very day? Even if that someone was a prince, at the end of the day, he was just another man. The idea of it baffled him to no end. He couldn't help the surge of protectiveness that welled up in him. Sure, you seemed a little silly and unhinged compared to the girls he'd met, but you were still an innocent young womanโ€”too trusting for your own good. And that could get you in serious trouble.
If judgemental had a face, it was sitting right next to you. "Didn't your parents ever warn you about strangers?"
You paused, the comment sinking in, and shifted uncomfortably, inching away from him. "Yes, they did. But Hans isn't a stranger."
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. That led to a back-and-forth about how much you really knew the Prince of the Southern Isles. The more you talked, the more San found himself silently shaking his head at your naivety, though he couldn't help but feel a small, growing fondness for you, as crazy as your story was.
Suddenly, he stiffened. "Stop talking."
You scoffed, still mid-argument. "No, noโ€”"
Before you could finish, he slapped a hand over your mouth. "No, I mean it," his voice tense, eyes scanning the dark forest ahead.
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"Wolves?" you asked anxiously, your heart pounding so hard it felt like it might leap out of your chest. "What do we do?"
"I got this," he said, busy moving around like he knew exactly what he was doing. But your nerves wouldnโ€™t let you sit still. "Justโ€ฆ don't fall off and don't get eaten."
You frowned, stepping up beside him. "But I want to help!"
"No!" he barked, pulling you back.
"Why not?!"
"Because I don't trust your judgement!"
Your jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"
"Who marries a guy she just met?!" he shouted as he pushed you behind him and kicked away a wolf that had nearly pounced on you.
"It's true love!" you yelled back, swinging his guitar wildly. Startling him, but you managed to knock another wolf away. "Woah!"
Slightly impressed, he froze for a second, but in that moment of distraction, a wolf sank its teeth into his jacket, pulling him off the sled. You gasped, screaming, "Santiago!"
He grunted, grabbing onto the sled's rope, and glaring up at you. "It's San!"
"Ow!" he yelped as the wolves bit into his back. Despite barely knowing him, your heart dropped, hoping he wasn't seriously hurt. In a burst of quick thinking, you grabbed a bundle of cloth, lit it on fire, and threw it at the wolves, scaring them off.
As you regained control, you realised the sled was speeding toward the edge of a mountain. Your breath caught in your throatโ€”the only way to make it across was if the reindeer jumped. "Get ready to jump, Sven!"
San shot you a look. "You don't tell him what to do. I do!" He shoved a bag into your arms before tossing you onto Sven's back. As you neared the cliff's edge, he shouted and cut the rope tying the reindeer to the sled. "Jump, Sven!"
After landing dangerously close to the mountain's edge, San's sled lay in ruins below, and he muttered something about just having paid it off. The narrow escape from death weighed heavily on you, especially when you saw him lying on the ground, an arm thrown over his eyes in sheer exhaustion. He was so done.
"I-I'll replace your sled and everything in it," you mumbled, guilt creeping into your voice. "And... I get it if you don't want to help me anymore." With a heavy sigh, you turned and started walking away, your heart sinking. Of course, he wouldn't want to stick around now. You'd caused him nothing but trouble, and he hadn't even volunteered to come with youโ€”it was all your fault.
San groaned in frustration, his reindeer nudging him persistently, nodding toward your retreating, disheartened figure. "Of course, I don't want to help her anymore," he grumbled, sitting up. "This whole mess has cured me of ever helping anyone again."
"She'll die out there on her own," Sven's eyes seemed to say.
"I can live with that," San muttered, though his voice lacked confidence.
"But no new sled if she's dead!" The silent reasoning gnawed at him.
He slumped, casting an irritated glare at Sven. "Sometimes, I really don't like you." But as he heard you stumbling and fumbling your way through the snow, likely still trying to reach your sister, he rolled his eyes in dramatic defeat before shouting, "Hold up! We're coming!"
You turned around, your face lighting up before playing it off coolly. "You are? I mean... sure, you can tag along."
He chuckled, shaking his head, though he couldn't quite hide the smile tugging at his lips. Maybe, just maybe, he found you... kind of adorable. In fact, you were probably the most adorable person he'd ever met, if he were being honest. Not that you needed to know that. Hans was a lucky guy... maybe.
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As the journey dragged on, San found himself increasingly drawn to you in ways he hadn't anticipated. He had written you off as reckless, even naรฏve. But the more time he spent by your side, the more he found himself softening.
It began with the small thingsโ€”your silly jokes, the way you smiled at him even in the direst of situations, and the surprising concern you showed for his struggling ice business, despite the weight of your own problems. A part of him tried to deny it, chalking up his protectiveness to simply being a decent person. Yet, as the days went on, the truth became harder to ignore, especially as you started to weaken.
The first time he truly noticed was when you faltered, clutching your chest as the icy curse gripped you. His heart clenched painfully at the sight of you, pale and fragile in a way that scared him. At first, he didn't understand what was happeningโ€”until he saw the streaks of white creeping into your hair. His stomach twisted in fear as he watched you shiver uncontrollably.
San tried to fight it at first, keeping his feelings hidden behind casual smiles and forced reassurances. He'd wrap you in his cloak, telling himself that he was just looking out for you like anyone else would. But inside, he was terrified. Each time you winced or stumbled, the protective instinct inside him flared, and it became harder to ignore. He wanted to hold you, to keep you safe, but he told himself that keeping his distance was for the best.
Until it wasn't.
After watching you grow weaker, he couldn't stand it any longer. You were so cold, so frail, barely able to keep yourself upright. Your hair had turned almost entirely white, and the violent shivering never stopped. When you could no longer walk on your own, San didn't care anymore. He scooped you into his arms without hesitation, cradling your fragile body against his chest. Your icy fingers clung weakly to his sleeve, barely able to hold on.
Perhaps the trolls had been right. Maybe what you needed was true love's kiss. The thought sent a wave of fear through him, not because he doubted it, but because he wanted it to be him. Holding you close, trembling as he tried to keep you warm, he swallowed hard, fighting back the lump in his throat.
"We've got to get you back to Hans," he whispered, though the name felt like a sharp blade twisting in his chest.
"A-are you g-gonna be okay?" you asked, voice weak and trembling as you struggled to stay conscious. Your eyes fluttered open, full of worry, and San's heart ached even more.
He forced a smile, though the pain in his chest was undeniable. "Don't worry about me," he said, though the crack in his voice betrayed him. He couldn't tell you the truthโ€”that the very thought of giving you to Hans was tearing him apart.
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As he left the castle gates, his arms now empty without your fragile form, the weight of his feelings bore down on him, suffocating. Even Sven could sense it. His reindeer nudged him softly, as if to say, you can't let her go.
San clenched his jaw, shaking his head at the reindeer's knowing gaze. "No, Sven! We're not going back! She's with her true love."
But none of that mattered the moment he noticed the fierce snowstorm suddenly engulfing Arendelle. His eyes widened with panic as he realised something was terribly wrong. Without a second thought, he sprinted back toward the castle, his heart racing, your name ripping from his throat as he shouted through the howling winds.
Snow and ice whipped through the air, blinding San as he fought against the wind, desperately searching for you. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat louder than the roar of the storm. Then, through the blizzard, he saw youโ€”a frail figure swaying weakly amidst the violent storm.
His breath hitched, a strangled cry escaping him as he realised how dire your condition was. Your hair was completely white, and your skin had started to turn into a translucent blue, as if turning to ice. Panic surged through him, and without hesitation, he dashed toward you, every muscle in his body straining against the storm.
You took tiny, shaky steps towards him, your voice barely audible above the howling wind. "San..." The way you uttered his name sent a jolt through him, a painful reminder of just how close he was to losing you. He pushed himself harder, the distance between you seeming to stretch endlessly.
"Hold on!" he shouted, though he wasn't sure if you could hear him over the storm. He could see the effort it took for you to move, each step a struggle against the encroaching ice.
Just when he thought he might finally reach you, you changed direction abruptly. His heart stopped as he watched you rush towards your sister, trying to protect her from Hans. The realisation hit him like a thunderclap: in your attempt to shield your sister, you were sacrificing yourself.
He watched in horror as you turned completely into ice, your form crystallising before his eyes. The storm seemed to quiet for a moment, a heavy silence descending as you stood there, frozen.
Desperation clawed at him, and he fought through the storm to reach you. When you returned to your normal state, he was already there, cradling you in his arms. He refused to be a coward again, not after everything you had been through. The fear of losing you was unbearable, and he was determined not to let go.
Holding you close, he buried his face in your hair, breathing in your warmth, feeling your heartbeat against his chest. "I'm not letting you go," he whispered fiercely, his voice breaking with emotion. "Not now, not ever. If you'll let me, I'll hold you close forever."
His heart ached as he clung to you, the world around him fading into insignificance. The storm may have raged on, but in that moment, all that mattered was you.
Mingi โ†  Flynn Rider (Tangled)
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โ€ข Charm โ€ข Wit โ€ข Adventurous โ€ข
"Is thisโ€ฆ hair?" Mingi croaked in confusion as his eyes fluttered open to the unexpected realisation that he was tied up. The last thing he remembered was climbing up a tower hidden in the forest to escape from the royal guards and the Stabbington brothers.
"Strugglingโ€ฆ" came a feminine voice from somewhere in the shadows. "Struggling is pointless."
He furrowed his brows. "Huh?"
"I know why you're here, and I'm not afraid of you," you said, gripping your frying pan tightly as you slowly emerged from your corner and finally stepped into the light.
Oh me, oh my. What do we have here?
The intruder looked genuinely confused as he took a moment to register your appearance. You were a sight to behold, that much was undeniable, but you were also threatening him with a kitchen tool, and truthfully, he wasn't very into that.
"Who are you and how did you find me?" you asked, glaring at him.
But man, were you beautiful.
"Uh huhโ€ฆ" was all he could muster.
Frustrated, you repeated yourself, raising your weapon higher. "Who are you and how did you find me?"
Clearing his throat, he began his rehearsed speech for situations like this. He had yet to meet any lady who wouldn't fall for his charms. As much as he would love to hang around, he had more important things to do. "I know not who you are nor how I came to find you, but may I just sayโ€ฆ" He looked down momentarily, then met your gaze again with a rather... questionable expression. "Hi. How you doin'? The name's Flynn Rider. How's your day goin', huh?"
To his surprise, your hostility persisted. "Who else knows my location?" you demanded, aiming the pan at him.
Man, how did the smoulder not work?
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Mingi let out a long sigh, staring ahead in exasperation as you ran circles around him with boundless enthusiasm. Lord, how did he get himself into this? He was stuck in this ridiculous situation because he needed the crown he had just stolen from the palace. The deal was simple: he would take you to see the lanterns and bring you back.
But he had no time for that.
Determined to avoid the whole ordeal, he hatched a foolproof plan. He would take you to the Snuggly Duckling, a tavern with a motley crew of thugs and ruffians. Surely that would scare you off.
As you twirled around, he muttered under his breath, "This is going to work. It has to work."
You paused mid-spin. "Did you say something?"
"Nothing!" he replied, forcing a smile. "Justโ€ฆ thinking about how much fun we're going to have."
He let out a sigh of relief as the Snuggly Duckling came into view. He couldn't help but grin at the look of horror that flashed across your face when you saw the rowdy tavern. This was going perfectly.
"You don't look so good, blondie. Maybe we should get you home, call it a day. This is a five-star joint, after all. If you can't handle this place, maybe you should be back in your tower," he said, trying to sound sympathetic while suppressing a smirk.
Just as he thought his plan was working, Mingi cursed under his breath as the main door slammed shut, and a burly man pressed a "Wanted" poster of him against it.
"Is this you?" the man growled, squinting at the poster.
Crap, crap, crap. This is not good.
The thief's eyes widened in dread as he moved the man's finger off the painting of his nose. His heart sank even further. They had gotten his nose wrong... again.
"Now they're just being mean," he muttered to himself, more upset about the artistic injustice than the actual danger he was in.
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The last thing Mingi expected happened. As the thugs closed in, you suddenly began to sing a silly little song about having a dream. At first, he stared at you in disbelief, but then something miraculous happened. The roughest and toughest of the bunch started to join in, swayed by your infectious innocence and charm.
A reluctant smile soon spread across his face. As impractical as it seemed, your innocence had saved you both. "I can't believe that worked," he muttered, watching the formerly hostile crowd now swaying together harmoniously.
But the relief was short-lived.
The doors burst open, and royal guards flooded the tavern. "There he is!" one of the guards shouted.
"Time to go!" He grabbed your hand, pulling you towards a hidden exit. The chase led you to a dangerous cave, the sound of the guards echoing behind you.
The thief's adventurous spirit shone brightly as he led you through perilous situations, always thinking on his feet and embracing the thrill. He expertly navigated the cave, his confidence never wavering even as the path grew treacherous.
But things took a dire turn when the cave began to collapse. Rocks tumbled down, trapping you both under the debris. Water started to fill the cave, and panic set in. Despite his fear, he remained focused. He pulled you out of the water when you dipped back under, refusing to let you drown.
"Hey, there's no point. It's pitch-black down there," he said, gently moving some hair out of your face, his eyes filled with a rare vulnerability.
You felt a pang of guilt as you saw the hopelessness in his expression. "This is all my fault," you whimpered. "Mother was right. I never should have done this. I'm so sorry, Flynn," you cried.
He sighed, gazing at you sobbing pitifully before whispering, "Mingi."
"What?" you turned to look at him, confused.
"My real name is Song Mingi. Someone might as well know."
You smiled softly through your tears. "I have magical hair that glows when I sing."
His eyes widened in exasperation. "What?"
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Just as he thought he couldn't possibly be more amazed, his admiration and affection for you only grew. He watched in awe as you healed his injury with your glowing hair, the pain ebbing away under your touch. Listening to your story, he saw the depth of your courage and determination, traits he deeply admired.
For the first time in his life, Mingi felt comfortable enough to open up about himself. He let down all the walls he had built over the years, sharing his dreams, fears, and the loneliness that had always shadowed him. Something had changed since then, and neither of you had been more certain about your feelings for each other than on the night of your birthday.
He had kept his promise and taken you to see the lanterns. As you both floated on the water, surrounded by the magical glow of thousands of lanterns, he realised that seeing you happy meant more to him than the riches he had dreamed about for so long. This moment, this connection, youโ€”mattered more than anything.
The thief realised that none of the money or recognition would ever mean anything if it meant being without you. Perhaps Flynn Rider was so much more than just a witty and adventurous prince; he was also a romantic at heart. This truth became painfully clear as he prepared to sacrifice his own life to free you, the love of his life, from the clutches of your kidnapper.
On the verge of his own death, he made a heartbreaking decision. He would rather cut your hair, stripping it of its magical properties before you could save him, than allow Mother Gothel to use you any further. With a swift motion, he severed your once-blonde hair, watching as it returned to its original colour.
"Mingi!" you cried, watching in despair as the magic faded. You pulled him into your arms, cradling his face. "No, no, no. Mingi," you pleaded desperately. "Look at me. I'm right here. Don't go. Stay with me."
He smiled weakly, his strength fading. He cupped your face with a trembling hand. "You were my new dream."
Your heart shattered as tears streamed down your cheeks. His hand fell limp beside him, his eyes closing as his life slipped away.
"And you were mine," you whispered, your voice breaking as you held him close, the pain of losing him overwhelming.
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But things took a miraculous turn. Your magic, which had always been tied to your hair, still remained in the essence of your tears. As you cried over him, a single tear fell onto his face, glowing brightly before seeping into his skin.
Suddenly, his breath hitched, and his eyes fluttered open. Life returned to him as the magic worked its way through his body. You gasped, pulling him closer, barely able to believe what was happening.
"Mingi!" you exclaimed, joy and relief flooding your heart.
He looked at you, his eyes filled with wonder and gratitude. "You're magic," he whispered, holding you tightly. Without another word, he pressed his lips firmly against yours, pouring all his love and thankfulness into the kiss.
As he held you close, he silently thanked the heavens for granting him a second chance at life. He vowed to start over and be a better person for his princess. At that moment, everything felt right, and he knew that his new life with you would be the greatest adventure of all.
Wooyoung โ†  Aladdin (Aladdin)
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โ€ข Energetic โ€ข Street-smart โ€ข Charismatic โ€ข
"Hey! You there, stealing from my brother!" the merchant barked through the bustling market as you handed two starving children the bread you had taken.
You blinked, caught off guard. "Stealing? No, Iโ€”"
"You either pay, or I take the bracelet," he sneered, his hand reaching for your mother's bracelet clasped around your wrist. "Let go of me!" you cried, struggling in his grip.
Before the situation could escalate, someone swooped in and pulled you free, placing you protectively behind him. "Easy, Jamal," the young man said calmly, trying to diffuse the situation. But the merchant only glared at you. "Kalil turns his back for a moment, and this one," he jabbed a finger toward you, "steals the bread!"
You huffed in frustration. "Those children were starving!"
The young man sighed, turning to you and lowering his voice. "Do you have any money?" You shook your head. He smiled softly, then gripped your bracelet. "Okay, trust me." Something in his gaze made you feel secure, so you didโ€”against all odds, you trusted him.
You watched in disbelief as he removed your bracelet and handed it over to the merchant. "Here, this is what you wanted, right?"
The merchant grinned, satisfied. "Yeah, thank you!"
"And here's an apple, for your troubles," the young man added with a grin, tossing the merchant a fruit before quickly pulling you away, ignoring your protests. "Hey! I'm not leaving without my bracelet!"
He pulled you closer as you hurried through the market. "You mean this bracelet?" he murmured, revealing the very same bracelet in his hand. Instantly, your worry melted. "Come on."
As you both moved, you suddenly heard the merchant shout behind you, "Wooyoung! Jung Wooyoung! Thief!"
You turned, your breath catching. "Are we in trouble?" you asked. He smirked, his confidence unwavering.
"Only if we get caught."
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"I can't believe..." you trailed off, staring at the breathtaking view from his balcony. "I can't believe we actually did that. That I did that. That we made it out alive!" you exclaimed, still reeling from the intense chase that had led you here. You couldn't shake the memory of him holding your hands, guiding you to safety.
"Thank you... for getting me out of there. Wooyoung, right?" you smiled bashfully, and he rubbed the back of his neck, a little shy. "You're welcome..." he gestured toward you, waiting for your name.
You froze for a split second. "I... I'm Dalia," you blurted out, using your handmaid's name as a cover. No one could know your true identityโ€”not even him.
"Dalia... from the palace," he said, his tone more knowing than surprised. You stayed silent, your back to him. How did heโ€” "Only someone from the palace could afford a bracelet like that," he continued. "And that silk? It's imported, comes straight to the palace from the merchant ships. But not for most servants, which means... you're the handmaid to the princess."
You sighed, finally turning to meet his eyes, a small smile on your lips. "Impressive."
"If you think that's impressive, you should see the city from up there," he said, pointing to the second floor of his humble home. You didn't need to be told twice and eagerly headed up. "Agrabah... it's beautiful. I really should get out more."
He chuckled. "You should tell the princess that." Your smile faded slowly. "The people haven't seen her in years."
Your fists clenched slightly. "They won't let her. Ever since... the queen was killed, the sultan's been terrified. She's kept locked away."
He looked down, a touch of sadness in his voice. "Seems like everyone's been living in fear since then. But the people of Agrabah loved her. The queen."
Your heart warmed at his words. "They did, didn't they?"
As the conversation shifted to his past, you were saddened to learn of the hardships he had endured. He sighed deeply. "Every day I hope things will change, but it never seems to. Sometimes, I feel like I'm just..."
"Trapped," you finished for him, your voice soft. "Like you can't escape what you were born into?" He nodded, meeting your gaze. For a moment, you thought you could trust him. But that hope wavered when he struggled to return your bracelet at your departure.
"So you are a thief," you said, your voice tinged with disappointment. "I'm so naive."
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"But Dalia, I was born for more than just marrying some useless prince!" you argued after meeting yet another potential suitor from Skanland that afternoon.
Your handmaid sighed. "If you had to marry a useless prince, you could certainly do worse than this one. He's tall, handsome, and yes, a bit dim, but it's just a marriage. Although, I suspect you'd rather marry that boy from the market," she finished, and you scoffed.
As she went off to prepare your bath, there was a knock at your door. With a frown, you opened it. "Can I help you?" you asked, and the person turned around. Your eyes widened in shock. "You? You! What are you doing here? Get in here!"
Wooyoung smirked. "I came to return your bracelet."
"My bracelet? Where is it?"
"On your wrist," he replied, and you gasped, glancing down to see it securely in place. "Wait, how did you get past the guards?" you asked in disbelief.
He grinned mischievously. "That was tricky, but I have my ways. While the princess is out, how about a stroll? We can chat."
You crossed your arms, half-irritated, half-amused. "You are unbelievable," you muttered, annoyed at his audacity but even more so at how attractive he was. "You can't just break into the palace and act like you own the place!"
"If you don't have anything, you've got to act like you own everything," he shrugged, flashing a grin. You stared at him, realising you'd never met anyone like himโ€”because no one was like him. "So, what do you say?"
"No! You need to leave, now!" you insisted, pushing him toward the door.
"Fine, but I'm coming back tomorrow," he said confidently. "Meet me in the courtyard by the fountain when the moon is above the minaret." He gestured behind him, and before you could react, he removed your hair clip, waving it teasingly. "To return this."
Your breath caught when he leaned closer, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His voice was a whisper. "I promise." Perhaps you were a fool; you should have known better than to believe him.
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The next time you saw him, you barely recognised him, thanks to the Genie's magic. He was now Prince Young of Wonderlandโ€”a clumsy prince who seemed to be trying to "buy" you with his riches, or at least that was what he said, as he awkwardly stumbled over his words. His first impression was far from impressive, and despite his best efforts, nothing he did seemed to win you over.
After countless failed attempts, he finally realised what he needed to do: just be himself. "There's a whole world beyond these books and maps. You should see it."
"How? Every door is guarded," you replied, a bit wistful.
"Who said anything about a door? Sometimes, princess, you just have to take a risk," he said with a grin before climbing over your balcony and leaping off. You gasped, your hands flying to your mouth, heart in your throat. "What just happened?"
Moments later, he reappeared on a floating carpet. You sighed in relief. "Is thisโ€ฆ?"
"A magic carpet? Yes," he smirked, offering his hand. "Do you trust me?" Your heart skipped a beat as those words echoed something familiar. "What did you say?" you croaked. He repeated, his eyes steady on yours. "Do you trust me?"
You hesitated before nodding and placing your hand in his. "Yes."
As the carpet soared over a village, you watched the people below celebrating around a fire. You smiled as the prince draped his coat around your shoulders. "Of all the places you've shown me, this is the most beautiful."
"Sometimes, you just have to see it from a different perspective," he replied. You shook your head gently. "No, it's themโ€”the people. They make it beautiful. And they deserve a leader who understands that. I don't know why I think it could be me."
He turned to you, his expression sincere. "Because it should be you."
"Do you really think so?" you asked softly. He reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, and for a moment, you froze. Only one other person had done that beforeโ€”
"Does it matter what I think?" he asked, breaking the spell.
By the end of the night, you learned he was who you had suspected all along, though you were now convinced he had been a prince from the start. Wooyoung, caught up in the joy of the moment, kissed you goodnight, only to later drown in constant guilt and worry that the lie he was still hiding could ruin everything.
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But none of that mattered when you discovered it had all been a lie. Even caught up in the battle against Jafar, Wooyoung was still the one you trusted most. And you knew you were right to trust him because, despite the difficult situation, he chose to return to your side and protect you. His actions proved his genuine care for you.
Your feelings for him deepened when he made his third and final wish. Instead of using it to abolish the law that required the princess to marry royalty, he selflessly used it to free the Genie.
"You shall be the next sultan," your father said. "As sultan, you can change the law." He gestured to where Wooyoung had stood moments earlier, but now he was gone. Your heart sank, and your father gently nudged you. "Go after him before it's too late."
And you did just that.
Breathless, you found him only a few steps outside the palace, your hair clip still in his hands. "Stop, thief! Your sultan commands it!" you called after him, your tone teasing.
He turned, biting his lip and holding up the clip. "Sultan? Does that mean I'm in trouble?"
Your heart fluttered at those familiar words. With a smile, you approached him. "Only because you got caught," you whispered before kissing him. The crowd around you erupted in cheers as he pulled you close, returning your kiss with equal passion. At that moment, he realised his wish had come true after all.
Jongho โ†  Prince Eric (Little Mermaid)
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โ€ข Kind-hearted โ€ข Brave โ€ข Dependable โ€ข
"Max! Come here, boy," the man on board called out to his dog, who had momentarily been distracted by your presence near the side of the ship. Your eyes widened as you took in his striking featuresโ€”he was human. You'd never seen one this closely before.
Carefully staying hidden, you continued to watch as an elderly man stepped forward to quiet the crew. "Silence, silence. It is now my honour and privilege to present our esteemed Prince Jongho with a very special, very expensive, and very large birthday present," he announced, gesturing toward a massive object draped in cloth at the center of the ship.
"Ah, Grimsby, you old beanpole, you shouldn't have," said the handsome man, whose name you now know to be Jongho and that he was... a prince.
The old man smiled bashfully. "I know. Happy birthday, Jongho." With that, the cloth was pulled away to reveal a heroic statue of the prince. Instead of reacting as Grimsby had likely hoped, the prince grimaced slightly. "Uh, gee, Grim..." he cleared his throat awkwardly. "It's, uh... really something..."
"Yes, I commissioned it myself. I had hoped it would be a wedding gift." Grimsby's tone was hopeful, but Jongho just chuckled. "Come on, Grim. Don't start. You're not still upset that I didn't fall for the Princess of Glowerhaven, are you?"
"Oh my, it's not just me. The entire kingdom wants to see you happily settled down with the right girl."
Jongho smiled, leaning against the railing. "Well, she's out there somewhere. I just... haven't found her yet. But trust me, Grim, when I do, I'll know. It'll hit me, like lightningโ€”no question about it."
Your heart fluttered as you listened from just below. You'd never felt this way about any merman, but you wanted to be that girl for him. He seemed so near, yet impossibly far at the same time.
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Perhaps he shouldn't have said those wordsโ€”maybe he jinxed it. What started as a cheerful celebration turned into chaos within seconds, as lightning struck and set the ship ablaze.
You watched anxiously from the sidelines, praying he'd be alright. But your heart sank when you saw him dive back into the ocean from a lifeboat, only to return to the ship to save his dog. Though he managed to rescue the pet, he put himself in grave danger, trapped as the ship exploded. Gasping, you swam toward him, just in time to see him weakly cling to a plank before slipping into the water.
Without hesitation, you dove in, gripping his larger frame and fighting through the waves to bring him to the surface. With sheer determination, you swam to shore, finally laying him on the sand as the sun began to rise.
"Thank goodness, he's still breathing. He's... beautiful," you whispered, gently brushing his wet hair and caressing his cheek. As you sang softly, a familiar tune you'd often hum when dreaming of life on land and now... of him, you saw his eyes flutter open. He smiled at you, placing his hand over yours.
Before you could say a word, you heard Grimsby's voice echo along the beach. In a flash, you were gone before Jongho could fully grasp what had happened.
"Jongho! Oh, Jongho! You really enjoy testing my poor heart, don't you?" the old man grumbled, helping him up.
"A girl... she saved me. She was singing... with the most beautiful voice," the prince murmured dreamily, his eyes still scanning the horizon. Grimsby chuckled. "Ah, Jongho, I believe you've swallowed a bit too much seawater."
You watched from afar, your heart aching as they walked away. Did he feel the same way you did? Was this... love? Because you missed him already.
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Humming the melody that had lingered in his mind ever since you rescued him, Jongho was interrupted by the sudden arrival of his dog. Max sprinted across the sandy beach, barking and leaping excitedly at his owner. "What's up, boy?"
The dog darted forward, and without hesitation, he chased after him. You gasped when Max ran up to you, quickly scooting back onto a rock to keep your distance from the unfamiliar animal.
"Max? What's gotten into you?" the prince's voice called out as he appeared, just in time to see his dog circling you. His breath caught when his eyes landed on you. "Oh... I see."
"Are you alright, miss?" he asked softly, stepping closer. "I'm sorry if this troublemaker scared you. He's harmless, I swear..." His voice trailed off as he looked from his dog to meet your eyes. "You look... familiar. Have we met before?"
You nodded immediately, a beaming smile lighting up your face.
"It's you, isn't it? The one I've been searching for," he murmured, gently taking your hands in his. "What's your name?"
But when you opened your mouth to speak, no sound came out. That's when it hit youโ€”you had given your voice to Ursula in exchange for legs, and now had only three days for Jongho to kiss you with true love's kiss, or else you'd belong to the sea witch for an eternity.
"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned. You pointed to your throat, shaking your head. "You can't speak? Oh..." His expression fell. "Then you can't be the girl I thought..."
Frustrated, you frantically waved your hands, trying to show him that you were the one. In your desperate movements, you lost your balance and stumbled forwardโ€”right into his strong arms.
"Woah, careful!" he said, holding you close to steady you.
For a moment, the world seemed to freeze as the two of you stood still, his arms wrapped securely around your waist while your hands clung to his shoulders. He gazed into your eyes, his expression softening. "You've been through something, haven't you? Don't worryโ€”I'll help you."
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Despite finding your quirks a bit odd, Jongho couldn't help but be charmed by your playful nature. On top of that, you were easily one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. He had noticed it when he first met you, but after the maids had cleaned you up and dressed you like a princess, he could barely tear his eyes away. For a moment, he even forgot about the girl he had been searching for, now looking forward to spending the next day showing you around town.
Time flew by, and your second day on land seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. You wandered through the streets together, hands intertwined, sharing meals, dancing, and laughing. Each moment felt magical, filled with heart-fluttering closeness that made it feel like the two of you were already a couple. It was the best day of your life, a world apart from anything you'd ever known. It would've been perfectโ€”if only he would just kiss you.
But there was still time, and you held on to hope. That evening, he took you on a romantic boat ride, and it felt like the moment was finally about to happen. He leaned in a few times, but each time, he hesitated, as if reminding himself you werenโ€™t the one he thought he was looking for. Your heart sank with every pause. Still, after learning your name and feeling a deeper connection, he came so close...
Close enough for Ursula to interfere.
That night, he stood outside, looking melancholy as he hummed the same song that had haunted him since he was rescued. "Jongho, if I may," Grimsby said gently, approaching him. "Sometimes, the best match isn't a dream girl, but someone of flesh and bloodโ€”someone warm, caring, and right before your eyes," he suggested, gesturing toward your room, where you were absentmindedly brushing your hair with a fork once again.
Jongho chuckled softly, shaking his head at your antics. Perhaps Grimsby was right. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if you weren't the girl he had been searching for... after all, you made him happy. But before he could think further, a woman named Vanessa appeared, casting him under a spell that blinded him to everythingโ€”especially you.
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Wiping away your tears, you knew you had to find a way to get to him. Your heart was shattered when you heard he was marrying another woman, but deep down, you should have known something was off. Of course, it was the sea witch and her wicked schemes.
Thankfully, Max, the loyal dog, seemed just as frustrated with Vanessa as you were. He aggressively tugged at her dress, refusing to leave her alone. In the chaos, her seashell necklaceโ€”the one that held your voiceโ€”fell to the ground and shattered. At last, the spell was broken, and you could speak again. The moment Jongho heard your voice, recognition filled his eyes. "You're the one. It was you... all along."
You nodded, your voice trembling with emotion. "Yes, Jongho. I've been trying to tell you."
"No! Stay away from her!" Vanessa screamed, but the prince ignored her, pulling you close and leaning in to kiss you. Before he could, you gasped, falling to the ground as your legs transformed back into a tail. Ursula's wicked laughter echoed as she returned to her true form, slithering towards you and grabbing hold. "So long, lover boy," she hissed.
His heart nearly stopped as he watched the witch drag you into the depths of the sea. But he wasn't about to lose you again. This time, he would fight with everything he had to save you.
And he did. The battle was fierce and exhausting, but he remained determined. Jongho cleverly commandeered a ship and steered it straight into Ursula, risking everything to put an end to her reign of terror.
Even in his exhaustion, he didn't rest until he found you. This time, you had legsโ€”real, permanent onesโ€”granted by your father after seeing the love you shared. And when he finally reached you, he pulled you close, refusing to let go. "I'm sorry I made you wait so long, but I'm yours now if you'll have me."
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I'm aware the format for each story is kinda inconsistent HAHA but that's because this has been in the works for a while now, and the time taken to finish these one by one was long enough for me to develop a new style for nearly every story when I get to them.
Not sure if this was any good. While proofreading, I realised there's a chance this might not make much sense for readers who have not watched these movies. But y'all, let me know your thoughts! <3
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Have fun, bunnies; the heat is on.
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Ever since you were born, your mother has always said to you, "Good bunnies should be submissive and grateful; they shouldn't cause any problems," and you have always followed her words with an exceptional level of obedience.
Responsive, soft, and gentle, you were the perfect embodiment of all the best qualities of your breed. You were the best bunny in the litter, something you were undoubtedly proud of and always justified with your perfect behaviour.
You were so tender, affectionate, and charmingโ€”the absolute image of a good girl. Always helpful, understanding, and ready to help in any situation. Despite the mocking nickname "Goody Two Shoes" given to you by the other bunnies on the farm, you were happy to be who you were.
"Good bunnies are obedient bunnies" was the simple truth of your entire life.
You bowed your head and bared your neck in respect, went to church on Sundays, helped breastfeed the younger bunnies in the nursery, studied hard, and, of course, had a clean and pure reputation.
It's not that you didn't have a clue what sex was. You'd gotten your fair share of heats, but unfortunately, you were too shy and indecisive to get laid with someone. You spent all of your heats in the company of a cute little glass dildo and a silver plug that was adorned with a shiny pink stone.
The obscene thoughts and pornographic images that filled your mind at the time always made you feel extremely ashamed. But what could you do when you were literally born to be a beautiful sex toy? It was a rather humiliating fact for your species, but all rabbits were something of a slut for a big fat cock. Their primitive reproductive instincts were stronger than any sense of decency they had.
From your point of view, this was the one and only blemish on your otherwise "saintly" image. A black mark on your spotless reputation. Your small guilty pleasure.
In everything else, you followed strict rules and remained a naive, obedient girl.
At the moment, the situation in which you found yourself was a traumatic one for your fragile, isolated mind, to say the least. On top of that, your heat was coming on relentlessly, and the growing excitement tingling beneath the surface of your skin was making it a hundred times worse. All the more so when it was being fuelled by the heavy, seductive pheromones emanating from the man sitting in front of you.ย 
In all the time you'd been in this room, you hadn't even dared to look at him.
Torn between the deep-seated prey instinct that urges you to run and hide and the forbidden dark desire to submit to the dominant species, your mind goes haywire, causing almost physical pain.
It was a choice between fuck and death, and you were stuck in the middle. If you dared to turn your back on him, he wouldn't hesitate to rip your throat out with his teeth or rape you right there on the fluffy carpet, rough and animalistic.ย 
In spite of the very real danger, the nymphomaniac half of your brain was happily imagining how nice it would be to feel the soft pile of the carpet against your skin as you were put on all fours and fucked senseless.
Embarrassing as it was to admit, bunnies weren't the smartest of creatures, more concerned with mating and satisfying an insatiable sex drive than anything else. Sometimes they lacked intelligence and common sense in situations where it was needed, and this was one of those times. So it was not surprising that you thought more about the carpet under your feet and the cock between your legs than the real and obvious threat to your fragile life.
All air and glass, too brittle and soft for this world; you were easily broken.
"Haven't they taught you any manners, pretty thing? Stop staring at the floor. I'll never believe he's more attractive than me, so lift your head up, bunny, and let me have a good look at your sweet face." The voice was deep and rich, with a kind of chocolate smoothness that glided over your skin like a forbidden caress.
The sensation was so clear and vivid that a pleasant warmth spread over your entire body with a gentle blush, and a tingling sensation began to tingle palpably in your lower abdomen.
You almost start to whimper in response, but you manage to suppress the humiliating sound deep in your throat and bite the inside of your cheek in pain.
His presence is so strong and commanding, so suffocating, that it feels like the whole world has frozen at his feet. The sensation burns you to the bone, and a primal, little-used instinct signals the impending danger, sending an icy shiver down the length of your spine.
The bunny's submissive nature can't help but react to such blatant dominance, and your body responds by sending out signals of submission, causing you to tilt your head slightly to the side to show him your gently exposed neck.
Your long ears flutter weakly at the sound of a velvety purr escaping the man's lips, and you let the muscles that are taut as silk ribbons relax a little, knowing he's accepted your gesture of submission.
"A good bunny is an obedient bunny," so as soon as the dynamic between you is cleared, you immediately follow the command he gave you earlier.
"I... I don't... Excuse me, sir." You stammer as you awkwardly try to formulate the right words and finally raise your head to look at the gorgeous man in front of you with the glassy stare of big, wide, open eyes.
"There you are, my cuddly little bunny. Such good manners, my pet. I wonder if you are always such a docile sugar thing, obediently following all instructions." He chuckles slightly, the mockery of it clearly audible in the soft sound. "Do you like what you see?" As if inviting a kiss, the tip of his pointed tongue flicks sensually across his voluptuous, plump lips. There is a flash of something in his seductive, languid gaze. A sense of knowledge. Feeling of power. Every move and every word were deliberate.
This was the beginning of the game between predator and prey. He seduced her only to tear her to pieces once she was in his clawed hands.
No one asked questions on your farm; you were always told what to do and how to answer. So his question, to put it mildly, has you confused, and you don't know what to say to him, or rather, what answer he expects from you.
The man before you is magnificent. The majestic face is like that of a fierce beast of prey and an angel of death rolled into one. Warmth surged to your face at the mere sight of him and sank to the depths of your soul in the same moment. What could you say? Are you the most beautiful thing I've ever seen? Even that wouldn't have been enough.
A pair of pointed ears could be seen between silky black curls that twitched with interest at every sound. Silver fur that felt so soft to the touch. Not as soft as your own, perhaps, but that did not diminish the desire to be touched in any way. The same silver shimmered in the lazy movements of his thick tail.
He was half-reclining in a large leather chair, as if he were sitting on a royal throne. His long legs were spread wide and covered in a pair of designer jeans that drew attention to his crotch. The outline of a large, thick cock was clearly visible through the fabric.
At the mere sight of him, lust spills deep into your loins. The sweet voice of approaching heat sings happily in your head, "The perfect mate, just what you need. He'll destroy you, satiate you, and tie you up with his big fat knot." These thoughts were so sickening, but that's what you get for being a bunny.
You had to shake them off. Good girls don't think about dicks. Especially when their lives are literally on the brink of death.
Tattoo lines ran down the length of his slender neck. There was a small scar where the mating bite had taken place. His skin was uneven and swollen in places. It was as if teeth had sunk into him several times in a row, overlapping the bites.
But there was one detail in the whole of his stunning appearance that made your eyes widen in fear, and the space between his thighs filled with the liquid honey of desire.
Wool in all shades of brown and sand, harmoniously woven into a massive, voluminous fur coat. It didn't take a genius to figure out who he was, and your pheromone-fogged brain would only belatedly realise that you were in serious trouble. There was only one species that could afford to wear fur in such a provocative and shameless manner.
A wolf. And an Alpha at that.
The ultimate predator. He was cunning, stealthy, and tantalising when he wanted to be.
The moment of realisation hits you like a lightning bolt. A nervous shiver runs down your spine, and your hands start to shake as you crumple up the hem of your white skirt. You look a little ridiculous in your pretty white outfitโ€”all frills and lace. It was your idea of a sweet outfit. But it looks naively childish, almost silly, compared to the Alpha's luxurious furs and designer clothes.
He's clearly amused by your nervousness. The corners of his luscious, perfectly sculpted lips curve into a mocking, devilish smile. The sharp tips of his fangs are revealed, and your pulse races.
You've heard many stories from other bunnies about how tempting predators can be to natural prey like you, like moths seduced by flames and such. But how could you, such a gentle and sweet girl, be attracted to this alpha standing before you?
The way you squeezed your thighs together clearly showed how excited you were. The Alpha sniffs at this and then laughs deeply and darkly.
"Ah, you obviously like what you see, don't you, little slut? It turns out the rumours were true; all bunnies are such whores for dick. I was under the impression that we had an innocent creature on our hands here. Mmm, that's a shame, sweetheart."
You open your mouth to object, but all you hear is a soft whimper that makes him laugh even harder. The sound practically vibrates against your heated skin, a deep shade of burgundy spilling over your chubby cheeks in a humiliating blush.
And yet, you're a very stupid bunny.
"I want to see more of that slutty nature, but we'll get back to that later, sweetheart. Now tell me, do you know what you're doing here, Fluffy?" You squirm under the intensity of his gaze. His eyes are dark and so predatory. There's a hunger in them that's hard to hide, and it makes your heart beat so fast that you can feel every beat in your ribs, and your legs start to tremble harder than ever, but underneath all that fear, there's something else.
The tugging feeling of arousal in your lower abdomen grows stronger by the second, drops of viscous mucus moisten the silky folds of your pussy, and your panties suddenly become very uncomfortable, clinging uncomfortably to your crotch.
A new wave of sweet, tempting pheromones fills the room, smothering you with delicious sweetness, responding to your actions. Your head begins to spin, a numb sensation of excitement crawling out from under your skin and spreading throughout your body until it spills over your chubby cheeks in a bright red blush.
It was too twisted for your fragile mind, and you were furious at the terror and bliss hidden beneath it, but the attraction was too strong to deny. But for silly, sweet bunnies, it was the world's biggest mistake to feel and react like that. You're supposed to be this calm and brave bunny, not trembling with lust under that hypnotic black gaze. And you certainly shouldn't have found this wolf to be so attractive and so sexy.
But some part of you had already surrendered to him before you were even aware of it, and your body seemed to be unable to overcome the perverse attraction you were feeling.
You tried to convince yourself that it was all about the deep-seated instinct to procreateโ€”the very natural rabbit instinct and the impending heatโ€”but that would be self-destructive.
Good girls always end up with the big bad guy's dick in their mouth. And that wolf was big and mean. The fear of his sharp teeth sinking into your neck practically melted away at the thought of him tying you in a knot and fuck you so good you'd forget your name.
"ะฏ... I don't know, sir. I'm a good bunny. I'm very obedient. Please believe me..." Your mind is a mess; you can't form coherent thoughts, and you speak in scrappy phrases that make no sense.
Your eyes start to water, and a lump forms in your throat, making it hard to breathe. It's like a sudden temper hysteria, as if all of your senses have been rebooted at once and you can't make up your mind how to react at the moment. Something inside of you snap, like a self-defence mechanism that has just been activated, and crystal tears will begin to flow down your face.
Here you are, a cute little bunny in a wolf's lair, left to be eaten by a big, bad wolf.
You finally realise that all this is happening in a wolf's den, where you are completely helpless and vulnerable to the danger represented by the handsome man sitting in front of you. The most important thing is that you have absolutely no idea why you have been brought here. The head of your farm has asked you to ride with him, and of course you have obediently agreed; you would never dare to refuse; it would be so disrespectful and rude, as your mother has always told you....ย 
Oh my God, Mum! Did she know where you were? She must be worried. Isn't she?
Your heart is pounding in your chest, fear is coursing through your veins, and hot tears are stinging your eyes. Your left heel hits the ground a few times in a convulsive manner. The panicked sound is drowned out by the softness of the carpetโ€”the same carpet that pleased you just a few minutes ago.
The wolf's eyes grew hungrier, lust blazing in them like a golden flame, and he licked his lips sensuously. The moan he lets out is nothing less than pure porn, and you shudder. Whether it's from sheer terror or from excitement, you can't tell.
His long tongue traced the outline of his full lips once more, and you understood the meaning of what he was doing.
He's tasting your fear. Oh, fuck.
It was no secret that all wolves were a little sexually perverted; they always found the display of primal fear extremely arousing and had a tendency towards dacryphilia.
One day, one of the bunny girls from your farm spent her mating season with one of the wolves from a neighbouring clan. She came back looking as if she'd been abused for yearsโ€”bites, wounds, bruises, and hickeysโ€”but her blissful sighs and her belly, swollen from all the sperm she'd received, said she had no regrets about choosing a mate.
For a bunny like you, sex with a wolf was like flirting with death. He'd tear you to pieces, and you'd be grateful. If you survived, of course.
Yet there was something deeply erotic about being at the mercy of this ferocious, godlike creature; helpless and defenceless against his cruel touch, his fierce stare, and his razor-sharp fangs.
You're almost feverish. Your cheeks are beginning to burn from the shameful excitement building up between your legs, your lower lip is quivering with barely suppressed sobs, and your palms are sweating from the hot, lingering, perverse sense of temptation that is bubbling under your skin like scalding water. It's so deadly and dangerous that it's almost blissfully pleasurable.
Cotton tail twitches nervously, and your long ears flatten against your head, the whole body trying to curl up into a ball in the hope of escaping that greedy gaze.
In the wolf's eyes, you become even more appetisingโ€”such a sweet little thing for his taste. He smiles sweetly at youโ€”as sweet as a wolf's smile can be. This sudden change in his demeanour makes you swallow noisily the viscous saliva that has gathered in your mouth. The smile on those beautiful lips is so much softer, gentler, and almost motherly, and your body unconsciously relaxes, fooled by the feigned kindness.
Stupid, stupid bunny.
"Didn't they tell you, my sweet little bunny?" His voice is a wicked, velvety purr. Your fluffy cotton tail twitches nervously, as if warning you of impending danger, and you squeak weakly. "You're completely empty-headed, sweetheart."
Almost lazily, Alpha brings the glass of amber-coloured whisky to his lips and takes a small sip from it. His tongue is slowly rolling the liquid in his mouth; it is poking at his cheek in a vulgar way that is too obvious to be an accident. It's a deliberate move. The glass is set on the table with a soft clink, the echo of which is matched by your heel hitting the floor.ย 
When he speaks again, his lips are wet, glistening with drops of alcohol, and you realise with a sense of humiliation that your silk panties are getting much wetter.
"My name is Seonghwa and I am the Alpha Leader of this house. Your farm owes me a debt of gratitude, my little one. I've been patient enough to wait for a while, but you bunnies are such damned greedy things, always wanting to take and expecting to get away with it just because of your pretty face. But you don't. It's time to pay your bills, and you're my sweet girl; you're going to pay me back everything your farm owes me. That's what you're here for." Seonghwa tilted his head sideways, almost childishly, and added mockingly. "Do you understand me, pretty thing, or do I have to repeat it to you again so that your tiny brain can understand it?"
He is blatantly humiliating you and openly mocking, knowing full well that rabbits are a little on the small side mentally and sometimes have a hard time taking in information correctly at first go.
You let out a half-whine, half-squeal, and shake your head negatively. Your fluffy blonde curls fall over your flushed face and stick uncomfortably to the thick candy-pink gloss on your lips. Right now, you look absolutely nothing like the well-behaved bunny you are.
"Thatโ€ฆ that's not trueโ€ฆ Please don't do this to me, my farm; we are very good bunnies. Seongโ€ฆsir, I am a good girl, the best bunny in the litter, and I have never taken anything fromย  anyone." You respond with a soft whimper that turns into a loud sob.
You're a pretty pathetic sight to behold, but that only seems to turn him all the more.
Seonghwa places a dainty palm on the inside of his thigh, too high for propriety, and you shiver at the sound of his dark laughter. This action is a subtle, almost primitive, act of dominance. It is designed to draw attention to his large, hard cock hidden beneath the fabric of his jeans. His knot must be huge.
Your mouth fills with saliva at the thought and you swallow loudly, fluffy tail quivering and flicking slightly in response to his behaviour. Thoughts of what it would be like to be tied up by an alpha, for once in your life, make your breath catch in your throat. Apart from the gossip you've heard from the other bunnies, you're not even aware of it. You are wondering what it will feel like when the Alpha is tying you up with his knot and stretching your pussy wide open around it.
It's something that's on the edge of your sanity, and you're both scared and eager to rub your face on his cock, drooling all over it like a proper slut.
All of your nerves are stretched to the breaking point, and your mind is consumed by a fog of hormones and a mixture of terror. Your skin melts from the sensory overload, and your body begins to prepare itself for the fact that this man is about to ruin your life. You are almost desperate for what is about to happen.
His aura grows heavier, and finally, for the first time all night, you get a whiff of him. It's thick, enveloping, and evilโ€”the smell of bitter almonds with notes of whisky, black cherry, and something else. Your nose twitched as you tried to catch the subtle note, and when you did, you sobbed loudly. There was a faint, subtle scent of blood emanating from it, a scent common to all predators.
In a reflexive response, you try to put as much distance as possible between yourself and the predator by taking small steps backwards. Somewhere in your chest, a feeling of panic is building up, and you can hear your heart beating frantically, pumping blood.
Even through the fog of excitement, your brain is responding to the real danger, telling you to back away, and you obediently follow its advice before your back hits something that's both hard and incredibly soft at the same time. As your trembling fingers sink into the luxuriously thick fur, the feeling of terror returns with redoubled force.
Somebody else was here.
Seonghwa growls, his eyes rolling back as he throws his head back. His mouth opens in noisy, deep breaths, as if he were choking to death, and the sweet pheromones fill the room even more than before. His thick tail flicks behind his back like a whip, and his body shakes a little, overflowing with the energy and lust he has suppressed. Your fear is like sweet ambrosia on his tongue, and he craves more; he wants to hear your scream, your hot tears, your terror, and your excitement pouring out of your tiny cunt.
Oh, baby, he's going to tear you to hell.
His hand squeezes his cock hard under the fabric of his jeans a couple of times, causing him to let out a passionate moan. It's a deep, animal sound, full of dangerous warnings.
And there's nothing but hunger in his eyes when he looks at you again. Seonghwa looks like he wants to rape you until you're numb, to fuck you to death, and to fill you to the brim until your belly swells with all the cum he's going to pour into you. And there's so much of itโ€”somuch that it'll be pouring out of you for hours.
You whimper, every nerve in your body vibrating and tingling, and you try to take another step back, but the hard body behind you won't budge an inch.
"Oh, Fluffy, are you leaving us already? I just came to play." His voice was soft and a little feminine, and you could hear a barely concealed evil chuckle in it. He purred in your ear in a sensual way, and a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around you in a tight embrace. Painfully digging into your soft curves were fingers adorned with massive silver rings. The man behind you mooed with satisfaction as he squeezed you even tighter into his arms. "Mmmโ€ฆ what a pretty pet we have here, Seonghwa. A tiny, sweet doll, how lucky we are to have you, huh? Such a silly, innocent little bunny in a den of big wolves". Soft fur wraps around you like a blanket as his cold, sharp nose burrows deep into the curve of your neck. Taking a deep breath, the wolf runs his nose along the pulsating scent gland. He must really like the smell, because you can feel the slight vibration of his growling against your skin. "You smell good - so delicious, fluffy - like peaches and cream. Makes me want to eat you alive." The man chuckles, playfully clicking his teeth against your neck as the slippery liquid moistens your thighs.
"As always on time, Hongjoong." Seonghwa remarks with an irritated tone.
"Don't be so greedy, Hwa. The scent of her excitement wafts through the house like an invitation." The Alpha behind you continues to fiddle with your throat. He runs his nose over your skin almost lazily, as if he has all the time in the world. "You can literally feel her taste on your tongue; you should have a look at Mingi and Yunho right now." He chuckles again and weakly bites the skin of your neck. You tremble all over in his arms, your fear heightened by the mention of other wolves, but with it comes a shameful sense of arousal, and you're clearly aware of how much is dripping from you. The thick, clear liquid is dripping down your legs and soaking into the fabric of your shoes.
Your heart flutters as they speak of you so casually, as if you are nothing more than a thing, a shiny new toy that has caught their attention. It's a knowledge that is simultaneously exhilarating and frightening.
So you try to speak to them again, to ask them to let you go to the farm, but all your words fall on deaf ears.
"Please..." Your voice sounds rather pathetic, more like a plea for their dicks than for a safe return to the farm. "I don't... I don't know what you're talking about. I'm a good, obedient bunny, and I owe nothing to anyone. You've got to be mistaken." You stammered, sobbing, turning your full attention back to the black-haired Alpha, belatedly noticing how faintly the blood-red frame of his bottomless black irises glimmered. "Let me go home, please. My mom is worried."
"Do you think we should let the bunny go, Hwa? She's so courteous, and she's got mum worrying about her." The Alpha behind you, Hongjoon, brings his hand up to stroke the velour base of your ears, and you make a small squeal as his fingers touch the sensitive spot.
"Aren't you just the most adorable pet, Princess? Don't worry, you've got another mommy to look after you now."
As Hongjoong rubbed the soft base of your ear harder, all rational awareness left you completely. Your ears have always been your erogenous zone, and you never let anyone touch them. You stifled a long, whimpering moan when your large front teeth dug painfully into your lower lip. You had to cross your knees to relieve the throbbing between your legs. But that only made more slick run down your legs.
Alpha presses his hips against your plump arse, and you can clearly feel the sheer size of his cock; it's hard, massive, almost palpably hot, even through the fabric, and despite the numbing excitement and lust of your impending heat, you realise that you'll never be able to fit something so thick and large inside you.
You let out a loud squeal at the thought and immediately covered your mouth with the palm of your hand, but it was of no use at all. Through the veil of tears, you can see Seonghwa's fluffy tail swaying upwards, interested in the sound, and Hongjoong letting out a long, languorous moan into your skin.
Wolves and their twisted, lustful minds.
All of it is driving them mad, making their cocks throb painfully in their trousers, and releasing even more of their pheromones. Your crystal-sweet tears on your cheeks, flushed with humiliation and desire; the terror frozen in your wide open eyes; that vulnerable, helpless look; and of course, the thick, creamy scent of your slime.
"My innocent bunny, hasn't anyone told you that there are many bad people in this world?" Seonghwa says with an exaggerated tenderness that makes his plump lips pucker up cutely. Every word that he says is a pure sneer at you, wrapped up in the velvety purr of his deep voice.
"Hwa, it's too hard for our sweet little pet; she's got air in her head." Hongjoong chuckling tauntingly again, and you notice, not without horror, that the distance between you and Seonghwa has shrunk to the extent that you are standing between his spread legs, the toes of your pretty pink satin shoes touching the hem of his luxurious fur coat. Hongjoong's actions were so distracting that you didn't even notice that he was bringing you closer to the main Alpha. Wrapped in a haze of seductive pheromones and lust, your head was indeed empty and light.
A sweet, empty-headed bunny. Such a perfect toy to be used for their amusement.
All Seonghwa has to do is reach out to stroke the soft silk of your thighs, and judging by the way his gaze slides to the edge of your skirt, which frankly left little to the imagination, and his nostrils flare as he inhales the creamy peach scent, the thought crosses his mind as well. And it would appear that he's not the only one.
Hongjoong's fingernails scratch the thin skin on the inside of your thigh like delicate, sharp claws, causing a stream of warm liquid to flow from your pussy. He growls contentedly as the sticky, sweet-smelling moisture remains on his fingertips.
"Is someone excited, fluffy?" His tongue is hot and wet, licking languidly over the swollen, scented gland, and your cunt clenches reflexively. Your face flares with humiliation. "You're such a dirty girl, my darling."
"I'm a good bunny." Slapping your heel against the floor, you protest weakly. Your lips curl into a cute pout by themselves, almost childish.
The scent of Alpha rises, and for the second time tonight, you lose your head at itโ€”it's something so delicious, almost sinful, with notes of chocolate, rum, spice, and pink pepper. A sharp spark of excitement runs through your body, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
Your knees buckle, and if Hongjoon wasn't literally holding you, you'd be lying on the floor at their feet. That's where you belong. Turning you to face him, he wraps his fingers around your chin.
Hongjoon's just as strikingly handsome as Seonghwa, but unlike the long-haired Alpha's sensually seductive features, this one has sharper, almost demonic ones.
A truly wolfish smileโ€”all fangs and hungerโ€”plays on his red lips. A pair of pointed white ears twitch interestedly at your attention, and his tail sways lazily behind his back. He's also dressed in furs, a toxic orange and scarlet, and you can't help but notice how perfectly they fit him. It's as bold as his owner.ย 
"Come on, fluffy; don't cry; let daddy take care of that sweet face." In long, slow motion, he licks the tears from your cheeks. Something seems to be breaking inside him as the Alpha rolls his eyes and moans gutturally.
Afraid to even take a breath, you freeze completely in his arms. The excitement rushes through your vagina, and your pussy clenches desperately against nothing. Your big, wet eyes don't move from his face until he meets your gaze once more. A look so dark and predatory that it makes you want to cry even harder than before. Only you can't tell if you're afraid of him or if you want to continue to please him.
"Bunnyโ€ฆyou're just asking for a knot, aren't you? All these tearsโ€ฆ you're driving me crazy, my angel." His purr is sweet as sugar. His hot tongue licks away your tears as his lips press against your plump, wet cheeks. "Let me explain this to you, my darling. Your "wonderful" farm gave you away to pay off a debt. My fragile little girl, you belong to us now. Ours to play, ours to fuck, ours to breed."
"Hongjoong is absolutely right, princess. From this day on, you belong to us, my bunny. You are such a jewel for our house. Maybe we'll even let the younger wolves play with you a bit. They're a bit rough around the edges, but I promise they'll be on their best behaviour around a beautiful thing like you. If they bite you, they'll lick your tiny cunt to make up for it."
Your left heel taps the floor a few times, and you manage to make a low squeaking noise.
"I'm not an object." You didn't even know who you were trying to convinceโ€”you or them. Of course you were a thing in their hands, nothing more than a pretty cock sleeve, and the words Hongjoong and Seonghwa had said a moment before had accurately described your position in their house.
The black-haired Alpha rose from his seat and towered over you. Up close, he's not just beautiful; he's godlike. Instinctively, you arch your back and tilt your head back so that your eyes meet his. His gaze is so searing, so sharp, that you feel your skin burning underneath as you begin to wriggle and whimper in Hongjoong's tight grip, the two Alphas chuckling merrily.
"Aren't you?" He raises an eyebrow at you in a mocking manner. The corners of his lips curl up in a mischievous grin, just enough to reveal the tips of his pointed fangs. "So tell me, bunny, what shall I call you?"
"Y/N." Your voice is no more than a whisper to him. Seonghwa's ears twitch in your direction with interest, and Hongjoong's warm breath kisses the sensitive skin on the back of your neck. They heard you very well. But that doesn't stop them from addressing you with a certain harshness.
Seonghwa's hand runs gently through your hair before he grabs a handful and pulls it out sharply. You squeak shrilly, and the sound echoes with their laughter, velvety and mocking.
They are large, warm, and deadly, and you look tiny in the midst of them; the difference in your size is so obvious.
"Speak up, fluffy. I want to hear that pretty little voice of yours loud and clear."
In the meantime, Hongjoong's fingers are already pulling at your hair on the other side, without any ceremony at all. His claws scratch your scalp for a second, and the stinging prick sends a shiver down the length of your back.
"Be gentle, Hongjoong; you don't want to break it before its time, do you? The puppies will go mad if they can't get their teeth into the bunny." Seonghwa chuckles.
He tilts his face towards you to lick away your tears as he watches you squirm in his mate's arms with sadistic pleasure. You can't help but notice that Seonghwa's tongue is much longer than the other Alpha's, so attuned are you to their every action.
"Be a good girl and do as you're told. You don't want to disappoint mommy, do you, Fluffy?"
Be good. That's what you've always been told. Be obedient, because that's what the perfect little bunny should be, and you would never dare break that rule. It's literally tattooed on the subcortex of your brain. Standards of behaviour and obedience have been pounded into your pretty little head for years, and even if your instincts weren't to please your more dominant partner, prey, or predator, it doesn't matter; your obedience reflex would definitely be kicking in.
"Y/N." This time, you speak clearly and loudly as you are asked. "My name is Y/N."
"Y/N." Seonghwa pulls. As if tasting your name. "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, it sounds so sweet, bunny. Mommy likes it." He grins broadly at you, showing his sharp teeth, and your cunt clenches shamefacedly in response, releasing another copious amount of mucus.
You make a soft sound, something between a squeak and a wheeze, your tail tucking in, your long ears drooping and flattening against your head.
"So what are we going to do with you, Y/N?" Hongjoong rolls your name over his tongue as if he's licking you between your legs, sounding almost pornographic. You want to hear it over and over again, any way you can.
"I don't know..." It's such a shame, but your instincts take over your mind, making you flow like a waterfall, dumbing yourself down for their pleasure.
"Mmm, my little angel, don't you know?" Hongjoong's lips touched the bowl of your ear, the tip of his tongue licking the soft skin and teasing your already shy nature. "Do you want daddy to spoil you, fluffy?" He purrs, making your cheeks burn shamefully, and you desperately shake your head to say yes, heated and embarrassed.
All rational thought becomes a blur, and your clouded mind focuses only on the growing sensation of the void between your legs and the puddle of liquid flowing from it.
"Please." Tears roll down your face, and your knees buckle as you shake violently and begin to go limp in the grip of the wolf. Seonghwa sucks aggressively at the skin of your swollen scent gland, leaving a mark of his right to you, a mark of his superiority. You're nothing more than a pretty fuck toy, the cutest sleeve for his cock, and the perfect bitch for him to breed with. "Ah-alpha, I beg you..."
"Look at her, Hwa, such a polite girl. Begging and pleading like a well-mannered pet. Shouldn't we have a reward for her?" He puts wet kisses on your throat. The sound of his purring voice sends signals straight to your quivering, warm pussy. "Don't you want the big, scary wolves to breed this small, narrow cunt?" You draw in a sharp breath as you feel Hongjoong's hand move down, squeezing the inside of your thigh and forcing your legs to spread apart.
As the palm of his hand cups your pussy in a possessive manner, you wheeze for air, and Hongjoong gasps slightly at the sensation of how wet you are. A shiver runs through your body as the Alpha slowly rubs his fingers along your folds through your silk panties, filling the room with a wet slurping sound as the fluid pours out. His fingers glide over your needy clit, trailing lightly as you fall deeper and deeper.
"My angel, daddy is going to make sure that this sweet pussy is always fed and filled with his warm cum." His fingers rub roughly over your throbbing clit, through your damp panties. They slide lower, pushing the panties lightly into your hole, mockingly watching your body jerk weakly. The touch stings, the sensitive edges of your hole tightening instinctively around his fingertips.
You want to spread your legs as wide as possible for the Alphas in front of you. To show how ready you are to be used, to be stuffed with their cocks, and, of course, to be tied with their big knots. To let their rough, long tongues hit the weakest places inside you, to let them eat you up all night long until you pass out from screaming their names and the number of orgasms you've had.
"Alpha..." You say, your hips arching shamelessly as you try to push Hongjoong's fingers as deep as possible. Your chubby butt swings from side to side in a motion that invites him in. Eliciting a hiss from him through clenched teeth, your soft buttocks rub against the large, firm bulge. "P-please spoil me... I-I'm begging-I need you, p-please, I need you so much..."At the moment, you're openly sobbing.
Seonghwa's long fingers are running along the side of your jaw, lifting your face as you stare into his mesmerised eyes, completely losing all sense of reason.
He's so close; the luxurious fur of his coat caresses your naked skin, burning where they touch. Their expensive furs envelop you, trapping you in a cage of hot bodies. The only thought in your head is the desire for them to spread you out on those furs and fuck until you can't stand it anymore, and even after. All you need is for them to stuff you full and knotting up your needy hole.
You're going to be a good girl for themโ€”the best bunny they ever had.
"Shhh, don't cry; mommy will take care of you, my princess. Come to me." Seonghwa's voice seems to have dropped a few octaves, becoming more hoarse and hungrier than it was before. "Give me a taste of that sweet mouth."
Your face lifts obediently as he asks, and the next thing you know, his lips are burrowing into yours, burning painfully. Your eyes widen for a moment, and you are in a state of panic.
You weren't good at kissing. All those lazy, soft touches of lips you exchanged with some of the bunnies on the farm could hardly be called a full-fledged kiss, and they certainly didn't compare to the way Seonghwa devoured your mouth.
He pulls away from you for a moment as you squeal against his lips. While you're distracted by Seonghwa, Hongjoong slide the fabric of your panties to the side. His nimble fingers push the sticky, swollen folds apart and give you incredible pleasure. Cottontail twitches, your breath catching in your throat.
"Feeling good, sweetheart? Do you like the way daddy is stroking your needy cunt?"
"Yeshhh, it feels so good."
"Don't let yourself get distracted." Seonghwa digs her fingers into your skin and turns the touch into a painful grip. "Now mommy will teach you how to kiss properly. Open your mouth for me, darling." In obedience to his command, you open your mouth to find his lips attacking you with renewed force. As you unconsciously reach out to him and press harder against those plump, plush lips, the Alpha moans in approval. He sucks your lower lip between his sharp teeth before biting down hard on it, only to then stick out his tongue and run the rough appendage over your bruised lip in a soothing manner. An action that leaves you gasping and clutching the luxurious fur of his coat with your hands.
Seonghwa's long tongue slides between your teeth and presses against yours, licking your palate and pushing deep into your throat, literally licking your mouth from the inside out. His silky appendage moves sinfully, sliding and twirling in teasing motions that make you dizzy and your toes curl. You are intoxicated by the sweetness of the pheromones on his tongue, which enter your mouth with his saliva. Liquid desire builds up between your thighs. Viscous, transparent strands of your juices flow directly into the palm of Hongjoong's hand, down his wrist, and soak into the sleeve of his fur coat. The pain between your thighs is almost unbearable; your stomach twists and clenches, and you moan long and hard.
As his lips pull away from yours, thin strands of saliva hold your lips together before they break apart and fall to the side of your chin. The soft petals of his mouth slide down your face before he licks your lips, collecting saliva.
"Stick out your tongue, little slut." Hongjoong's subtle order echoes in your ears, and of course you do as you are told right away.
Your tongue is sticking out as you open your mouth as wide as possible. With glassy, tear-filled eyes, you watch as Seonghwa collects the saliva in his mouth and spits it out onto your waiting tongue. He purrs at the sight of a thick, viscous droplet rolling down your pink tongue.
"Swallow, darling." And you obliged.
"Aren't you the loveliest pet we've ever had? Such an obedient bunny for mommy." He leaned in again to kiss you almost innocently, which contradicted what he said next. "Now kiss Hongjoong and give him a taste of this fucking honey mouth before I spread you out on any available surface and stick my tongue so deep into your tight, wet cunt that you won't be able to live a day without it."
Your heel hits the floor a couple of times in a nervous manner, and Seonghwa runs his long fingers through your fluffy curls and turns your head in the direction of Hongjoong with all his might. His rings are clinging to your blonde strands, pulling them painfully as he moves, practically ripping them out of your head.
"There you are,, my angel; give daddy a kiss." He purses his lips sweetly and looks at you expectantly, the devil's delight and apparent derision dancing in his eyes. Oh, he is having so much fun watching you squirm.
"But, I... I thought that..." You babble confusedly.
"Don't be a disappointment to daddy, princess. You were told to kiss him." Seonghwa is pulling at your hair again, and it is hurting you.
In a clumsy attempt to repeat what Seonghwa had done to you, you tentatively reach for the other Alpha's lips. You stick out the tip of your tongue and lick weakly at the plump lower lip. Then you scrape at it with your big front teeth.
"Stupid bunny, do you even know how to do that?" Hongjoong laughs. Finally, he pulls his hand out from under your skirt and wraps it around your cheeks, his fingers digging painfully into the flesh as he does so. His fingers are wet and glistening with your own slime, and thick drops of it run down your cheeks where he is holding you.
Your velour ears twitch slightly as a whimper rises in your throat.
"You can't do anything on your own, can you, pretty? Of course, you don't. After all, you're just a cock sleeve; you have absolutely no intelligence. But daddy is going to teach you everything, sweetheart. Don't worry."
Hongjoong's kiss is as hungry and cruel as his humiliating words. His teeth are sharp, and his breath is intermittent and hot. You mindlessly submit to every insistent movement of his lips, letting him push his tongue into your supple mouth. Alpha kisses like he's hungry for it, deep and loud. Before you know it, you're moaning into his mouth and gripping the front of his gorgeous fur coat as if you'll slip away if you don't.
You've never been kissed like this before, and the sensation is like a current against your skinโ€”painful, searing, traumatic, and shudderingly pleasurableโ€”awakening something inside you you didn't know existed. Your insides are burning like fire, the desire blazing in your veins and roaring in your ears. All caution is long forgotten; you feel like you have a fever. Gasping through kissed lips, you look straight into Seonghwa's eyes as Hongjoong begins to kiss your slime-stained cheek and jaw.
Hwa is licking the top row of his fanged teeth and slowly rubbing his thumb over your swollen scent gland.
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You whimper as Hongjoong presses his mouth to the other side of your neck again and again, worshipping the skin with his lips and tongue before finally nuzzling his face into the curve of your throat and inhaling noisily.
"Daddy..." It feels like you're drunk; your hormones are working so hard. Your hands come up to tangle in his auburn locksโ€”so soft and silkyโ€”and you run your fingers through them as he plants long, lingering kisses on your throat and the curves of your breasts where the organza blouse allows.
"My sweet bunny, it's time for your reward." Seonghwa murmured somewhere deep in his throat with a soft grin. "Are you ready to take mommy's knot?" The word 'knot' made you whine even louder. Yes, yes, you want his knot. A thousand times yes.
"I want it; I want it badly, please." You beg, tugging at the collar of his fur coat.
"I'm sorry, what was that, fluffy?" Hongjoong's voice becomes very deep, yours in contrast sticking in your throat as he growls angrily: "I didn't hear you, angel..." Your breath caught in your throat again as his hand found its way under your skirt once more, his fingers pressing painfully against your throbbing clit, causing you to twitch and new tears to roll down your swollen cheeks.
"Please daddy, please mommy, knot me; I've been a very good girl."
"This is my little pet."
Hongjoong lets go of you, and his hands replace Seonghwa's as the tall Alpha turns you around in one sharp motion, pushing your body down. Your body practically falls into his large leather chair. He quickly throws your legs over the armrests; your short skirt scuffs up; and Seonghwa runs his fingertips over your wet panties, causing you to wriggle and squirm. Your legs are bent and spread, and you squeal softly as the Alpha kneels down in front of you, his luxurious fur spreading out on the floor all around him.
Hongjoong kneels beside you too, his fingers rubbing the base of your long ear. Your hands fly up to cover your face, flushed with embarrassment.
"Put them down now, bunny. I want to see you crumble under my tongue." Seonghwa growled, and you nodded in pure submission, slowly lowering your hands and breathing the words out of your lips before you could choke on them.
"Yes, mommy."
"Don't you think you have too many clothes on, Fluffy?" It's a question that doesn't have to have an answer and has a clear command at the end. "I want to see your boobs. Take your clothes off.
You obediently obey, despite how shaky your fingers are and how humiliated you must look right nowโ€”your legs spread wide, long strands of slime dripping from your knickers, forming a shiny puddle on the soft carpet, your cheeks red, and your mouth swollen and wet from being kissed.
Your tentative hands undo the buttons of your blouse, revealing your plump, heavy tits encased in a silk bra.
Once your blouse is completely undone, Hongjoong's insatiable mouth is immediately on your breasts, caressing them with hot, open-mouthed kisses. He squeezes your breasts together over your bra and lifts his eyes to you as you let out a shrill moan. You want to bring your legs together, whimpering and squirming in the uncomfortable position, but Seonghwa's broad palms hold your thighs painfully.
"They are very sensitive; please be gentle." You barely speak; the words are solid breaths and whimpers, your heart pounding in your chest as the top of your bra is pulled down, exposing your swollen, wet nipples to the two hungry Alphas.
The smell of milk fills the room with a new wave of pheromones, this time coming from both Seonghwa and Hongjoong.
A sharp, hot tongue slides over your nipple as Hongjoong stares at you through his half-closed eyelids. His mouth closes around the pink-candy flesh, the tip of his tongue slowly circling around it as he pulls back his cheeks and swallows the sweet liquid that pours into his mouth. Your other breast is lazily squeezed by Seonghwa's warm hand, making you tremble and whimper from the intense stimulation. It feels so good and newโ€”not at all like feeding babies on a farm.
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"Aren't you a complete delight, princess? Sweeter than sweet." More like a cat than a wolf, Seonghwa's tongue finds your other nipple and licks it slowly.
"I...Hm...I was helping to feed the little bunnies; we're short of helpers and nobody wants to, so I...oh..."
Hongjoong moans at the taste of it, and pulls away from your breasts for a moment to tear the strap of the bra with strength, tearing the thin silk fabric. Your tits are now completely exposed to them, the milk still gushing out and trickling down the length of your body. You are a dreadful mess, not at all like your normal tidy self. What would your mother say if she saw you now?
"Look at you, all flushed and ready for us, my angel".
At that moment, you felt Seonghwa bury his nose in your folds and take a deep breath. It sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine.
"Mommy, pleaseโ€ฆ"
"You smell like peaches and cream, princess, I wonder if you taste the same." Seonghwa licks a long strip of the silk, his tongue hot and rough with saliva dripping from it, and God, it's too much for your innocent mind, but you can't tear your eyes away for more than a second.
Hongjoong takes your nipple in his mouth again, sucking hard, and you can feel the streams of mucus flowing freely from the folds of your wet vagina from all the stimulation you're experiencing.
Seonghwa lazily sucks on the silk partition between his mouth and your needy cunt. He makes soft sounds of approval as he licks and licks again, as if the taste of your mucus is something he desperately needs. Strong hands hold your hips still, even though you desperately want to try and close them around the handsome face of the dark-haired Alpha, to squeeze his tongue until you cum.
Your panties are pulled to the side so that Seonghwa can press his face against the warm, slippery folds and slowly begin to lick your labia. The pressure of the wet, open-mouthed kisses and the deceptively soft, caressing licks on your sweet skin are almost unbearable. A helpless sob comes from your throat as Seonghwa's tongue plunges into the heat of your sensitive hole, and you clench around it, trying to hold the sensation as long as possible.
Teeth slip out now and then, reaching out to the side of your vulva, teasing seductively, a sweet reminder that no matter how nice the Alpha is being to you, no matter how cute his fluffy tail is wagging, when he's eating your cunt, he's deadly. This simple fact makes your pussy throbbing with desire.
"That's right, bunny; let mommy enjoy your sweet cunt. I don't think I'll ever get enough of you; you really do taste like peaches and cream. Joong, you should have a taste of her; she's a real treat. Sweet, silly bunny." Seonghwa cooed and gave the thin strip of silk panties back to you, moving it so that it was between your labia. He pulls it a little tighter, causing that painful pressure on your swollen clit and friction between the sensitive folds. You feel a shuddering sensation, but the Alpha just laughs at it. "Don't be so greedy, fluffy, and say thank you. Otherwise, I won't let Joong play with you.".
Much to Seonghwa's delight, you react immediately and show obedience.
"Thanks mommy." A response that shows just how desperately you wanted to be tasted and gobbled up.
As soon as Seonghwa steps aside, Hongjoong is between your legs. You can finally enjoy the devilish beauty of this Alpha as his red-orange fur coat spreads across the carpet like a poisonous puddle. Hongjoong's face is unjustly handsome. It's stunningly framed by strands of soft brown hair; the red lips are insidiously parted in a broad but hungry wolfish grin; and the gaze is sharp and predatory. There is a dark, terrifying glint in it, like that of an animal that has found its perfect prey.
The prey instinct in you kicks in again, causing you to squirm and writhe, trying to close your thighs and squeeze yourself into a ball. Your hormones and your slutty bunny nature, on the other hand, want you to spread your legs even wider so that the Alpha can eat your pussy more comfortably.
"Is that all for me, angel?" He runs the palms of his hands down your trembling thighs, leaving long streaks of nails on your milky skin. Rude. "You look so sweet, blushing, and needy, like a feast ready for the wolf to eat, don't you, bunny?
"I...aah...I'm g-ready for you." It was hard to concentrate on the words as Seonghwa's hands started to squeeze your boobs again, causing even more milk to flow down your chest and body. Your pretty clothes were all ruined; what a shame.
"My good little bunny girl. Let's get rid of all the excess." Your knickers come off in one sharp motion, completely exposing your pink, oozing pussy to the two hungry wolves.
The new influx of sweet liquid oozing from the soft petal-like folds makes Hongjoong growl, his fangs showing, his gaze never leaving your wet, tantalising pussy for a second.
"Lick her already, Joong, or I swear I'll kick you out of here and keep her all to myself, or I'll let Wooyoung get to her first." Seonghwa's tail whips irritably behind his back like a whip, and he rolls his eyes at Hongjoong.
"If you let his pretty face bump into that pussy, you'll have to deal with a whole bunch of impatient puppies who can't keep their dicks in their trousers. Is that what you want, Hwa?" The auburn-haired alpha chuckles evilly and finally presses against your cunt, a dirty, open-mouthed kiss.
Tears of vague relief run down your face, and you feel Seonghwa's rough, long tongue on your cheeks again.
Your heel tried in vain to kick at the air, and your whole body shook with the fine tremors of Hongjoong's sharp, stinging kisses. Wet as syrup, the wolf's grinning lips cling to your hypersensitive, swollen clit and refuse to let go. Your back arched in an awkward position, and you pressed your pussy closer to his face, literally rubbing against him. His nose is pressed tightly against your wet mound, and his jaw works with every eating movement.
Your slick is everywhereโ€”on his cheeks, his lips, his chin, dripping down his neck, and over the collar of his white t-shirt.
God, it's fucking dirty.
He is ruthless, the movements of his tongue wild, sloppy, and hungry as he digs greedily between your trembling thighs and dripping folds, sucking the sweet nectar of your excitement from the contracting orifice. Lips suck roughly at the edge of the swollen pink flesh, and your shamefully wet insides clench in a disappointing void. Clawed fingers dig painfully into the softness of your thighs, leaving blackened bruises.
A high-pitched squeal gets stuck in your throat as Hongjoong's thumbs force your tender labia apart and his tongue slides deeper. The sensation is almost heavenly. Streams of viscous mucus pour out of you like a waterfall into that beautiful, insatiable mouth, and your whole body shudders in short spasms. Your heel twitches desperately in the air, kicking in vain, and your ears fall back to your face, drooping and muffled with pleasure.
"Ahhhh... daddy."
Seonghwa's fingers wrap around your chin, squeezing painfully, and you lift your head so you're looking into his eyes.
"All your pleasure is mine. Only I will decide when to fuck you, who will fuck you, and how long it will last. When you cum, you will look at me and only me, no matter whose face or cock is in your cunt or tight arse. Do you understand, mommy, my sweet slut?"
Barely aware of all that is happening, you at least try to answer; your mouth opens, but the only sound you make is a long, drawn-out moan.
Apparently that wasn't the answer he wanted, because his other hand snakes down your body, slapping your clit with palpable force. Electric shocks shoot through your body, and you wriggle in the tight grip of the two Alphas, practically folded in half in the uncomfortable leather chair.
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"Do you understand me, pet?"
"Yeah, yeah, I understand... I understand you, mommy." You shake your head like a doll to confirm this, and a new wave of sobbing sweeps over you.
Hongjoong pulls away from you for a second, his whole face soaked in your sweet slime, and his gaze is wild and unfocused, as if he's drunk.ย 
"Fuck, I can never get enough of you, fluffy. Daddy's precious princess has the sweetest, most beautiful cunt in the whole world."
"Of course, Joong, that's our bunny." Hwa presses his fingers even harder into your face, the touch turning into a brutal grip. His fluffy tail swishes enthusiastically behind his back. The gaze of Seonghwa's bottomless, hypnotic eyes turns to Hongjoong. His sensual, kissable lips stretch into the exact same toothy smile as the Alpha between your thighs. "Do you want to make it even sweeter?"
It's only a moment before the palm of Seonghwa's hand slaps your swollen, mistreated clit once more. Your body ripples with sharp pain mixed with blissful pleasure. It's a wild mixture of sensations, resembling a combination of sweetness and sharpness.
"Try it, it's definitely better now." He laughed joyfully, like a child, looking down at you.
As soon as the burning sensation has subsided, Hongjoong's mouth locks onto your battered clit, mercilessly sucking and licking it with his hot tongue. He's so insatiable, possessively devouring his beautiful princess's exciting cunt, his face practically smothered in pussy. His hungry mouth is vicious, and his appetite is endless as he devours his selfishly greedy pleasure and demonic features soaked in the sugar nectar of your slime.
As the ferocity of his mouth growsโ€”hungrier and hungrierโ€”you try to pull away, too sensitive and overwhelmed, but a painful slap on your thigh stops all movement.
"And where are you going, fluffy? Daddy's not done playing with you."
Long fingers slide between your delicate creases, opening them wider for second Alpha. Hongjoong moans in appreciation as he gains more access to your quivering hole, swallowing the juices pouring from you with a loud grunt.
He chuckles in sadistic amusement, gazing up at you through impossibly long and thick eyelashes before his predatory wolf lips pull away from your clit to tell:
"Cum for daddy, bunny. Fill me with your cum."
It only takes a second for your body to obediently follow his command, and you come with a high-pitched moan. Huge jets of fluid are spurting out of your used pussy, forming a puddle of it under your arse and dripping down onto the floor.
Your glorious, twisted screams of agonised ecstasy and super-sensual sobs filling the room are music to the ears of these two Alphas.
Seonghwa bends his face over your cunt in order to prolong your orgasm and sucks all the juices out of you as if he were dying of thirst. The sound is utterly animalistic and disgusting, but it makes the fucking slime squirt even harder. Hongjoong's mouth keeps up, sucking mercilessly and lapping at the lush, honey-soaked folds.
The only sounds that come out of your dolly lips are the whimpers and hoarse moans of despair that are so beautiful to them. In the eyes of Seonghwa and Hongjoong, you look amazing - a gorgeous, broken thing, all flushed and obedient for their pleasure.
You should know what disgusting and perverse things they will do to you and how much they will ravage your innocent and fragile body. The party has just started.
These thoughts make their cocks throb and flow in pain, and the knot at the base of it swells up. Seonghwa and Hongjoong look at each other as they keep licking you methodically. Their tongues meet in long, sweeping strokes, caressing each other and mixing all your flavours together. You twitched weakly, half lying back in the chair, limp and exhausted from orgasming.
"Don't you dare fall asleep, honey. We were just at the beginning of our game."
๐•ฎ๐–”๐–“๐–™๐–Ž๐–“๐–š๐–†๐–™๐–Ž๐–”๐–“ ๐–”๐–‹ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–š๐–“๐–Ž๐–›๐–Š๐–—๐–˜๐–Š โง ๐”“๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฑ๐”ถ ๐”‰๐”ฉ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ก | ๐”“๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ โ„‘โ„‘ ๐”–๐”ด๐”ข๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ซ ๐”ฐ๐”ด๐”ข๐”ข๐”ฑ - wolf cub San x bunny reader
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chaeinedup ยท 7 months ago
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iannmin ยท 10 days ago
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what kind of kinks do you think seonghwa have? i feel like he definitely have darcyphilia and praise kink
โ€‹KINKS THAT SEONGHWA WOULD HAVE เฑจเงŽ โ‹†๏ฝกหš.ย ,, ๋ฐ•์„ฑํ™”
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a/n: omg.. I totally agree with you, and i think i do have one more in mind.. hehe
Warning: mdni!, this is purely fictional and does not depict the actual person in real life, if you feel uncomfortable with this post, kindly ignore
PRAISE KINKโ€‹ เฑจเงŽ โ‹†,,
- โ€œthatโ€™s it, princess. look at your pussy opening up so well for meโ€
- โ€œsโ€™perfect for me baby, look at how your holeโ€™s swallowing up my dickโ€
- โ€œjust a little more alright? itโ€™s gonna hurt but I know you can take itโ€
- โ€œyouโ€™re gonna take my load in your womb alright? god,, youโ€™re so sexyโ€
- โ€œthatโ€™s itโ€ฆ.this pussyโ€™s only for meโ€
โ€‹DACRYPHILIA เฑจเงŽ โ‹†,,
- โ€œoh princess,, are you crying now? god,, you look even prettier when you cryโ€
- Hwa loves kissing your tears away. it allows him to taste the saltiness, which made eating your pussy out taste even sweeter later on
- โ€œoh my,, you look so vulnerable, so pliant and submissive for me, your tears are perfectโ€
SOMNOPHILIA เฑจเงŽ โ‹†,,
hwa just canโ€™t hold back when you are looking all submissive and small to him. Your lips forming a cute pout, brows furrowing from time to time and chest rising up and down ever so gently with your bare thighs exposed. He just canโ€™t,,
so he does what he has to do.
he slides off your lace panties, props your thighs over his shoulders, and proceeds to lap at your pussy until youโ€™re awake squirming and writhing on the sheets. he doesnโ€™t stop of course, loving when youโ€™re overly sensitive, whining his name over and over again like a chant
โ€œhwaโ€ฆ.nnggghhโ€ฆhwaโ€ฆnoโ€ฆโ€
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alxtiny ยท 8 months ago
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can you do which ateez habit you would have picked up from being around them for too long?
I struggled with this more than I should have Iโ€™m sorry ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ Happy reading!!!
Habits you pickup from Ateez
Synopsis: little habits you pick up from ateez
Pairing: ateez members x gn!reader, idol au
Genre: fluff
Word count: 2.4k
Warnings: none:)
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โ€ข Hongjoong
Falling asleep in random places
You never thought you'd pick up such a peculiar habit from Hongjoong but here you were, dozing off on the couch in his studio. It had become somewhat of a routine lately. Hongjoong often found himself working late into the night, composing music and writing lyrics, and you couldn't bear to leave him alone. So, you stayed up with him, keeping him company and offering moral support.
Tonight was no different. The studio was dimly lit, save for the soft glow of the computer screen where Hongjoong was tirelessly tinkering away. You sat beside him, occasionally offering words of encouragement or fetching him a snack to keep his energy up. But as the hours passed, fatigue started to weigh heavily on your eyelids.
"You okay Y/n?" a familiar voice chimed in, bringing you back from the brink of slumber.
You blinked a few times, trying to shake off the drowsiness. "Huh? Who? What?" you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.
Seonghwa chuckled softly and gestured towards you. "You fell asleep in a chair, I think youโ€™re spending too much time with Hongjoong. You should get some real rest before you start falling asleep in random places, like him, too."
Glancing over at Hongjoong, you realized he was completely absorbed in his work, oblivious to the conversation happening around him. You laughed sheepishly, realizing Seonghwa was right. Lately, you had indeed found yourself dozing off in various places โ€“ the couch, the kitchen table, even leaning against the wall.
"It's just... I can't leave him alone when he's working so hard," you explained softly, a small smile playing on your lips.
Seonghwa's expression softened as he understood. "I know, and I'm sure Hongjoong appreciates it too. But you need to take care of yourself as well, okay? "
You nodded, grateful for Seonghwa's concern. As you settled back into the couch, you made a mental note to try and get more sleep, even if it meant leaving Hongjoong to his work occasionally. But for now, you allowed yourself to succumb to the comforting embrace of sleep, knowing that Hongjoong was just a few feet away.
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โ€ข Seonghwa
Acting motherly towards the members
Seonghwa watched with a bemused smile as you flitted around the dorm, straightening pillows, picking up stray socks, and tidying up the kitchen. It was a sight he'd grown accustomed to โ€“ you, inadvertently taking on the role of the dorm mom, just like he did. It wasn't something you consciously did, but rather a habit you'd picked up from spending so much time around him and the other guys.
You had a thing for neatness and sometimes acted much like a mom in your friend group, but lately, you found yourself slipping into Seonghwa's shoes more often than not. It was something he found endearing and amusing, seeing you scold the other members for leaving their belongings strewn about or for forgetting to do their chores.
"Y/N, what are you doing?" Seonghwa asked, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen.
You turned to him, a blushi tinting your cheeks, wondering just how long he had been watching you. "Oh, just tidying up a bit. It was a mess in here."
Seonghwa chuckled softly, crossing his arms over his chest. "You donโ€™t need to do all that, you know"
You laughed, shaking your head. "I can't help it. You guys are like family to me, and I just want to take care of you."
The other members wandered into the kitchen, groaning as they saw you fussing over the cleanliness of the space.
"Come on, Y/N, we already have one Seonghwa," Yunho teased, flashing you a playful grin. "We don't need you turning into another one."
You rolled your eyes, but couldn't hide the smile tugging at your lips. "I'm just trying to help keep things organized around here. Someone has to do it."
Seonghwa wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "We appreciate it, really. Just don't forget to take care of yourself too, okay?"
You nodded, leaning into his side. "Of course. But someone has to keep you guys in line."
The others laughed, knowing deep down that they were lucky to have both you and Seonghwa looking out for them โ€“ even if it meant enduring occasional scoldings for their messy habits.
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โ€ข Yunho
Picking at or biting your lips
Yunho had always been the type to immerse himself completely in whatever task he was working on, often biting or touching his lips in concentration. You, on the other hand, had never noticed this about yourself until Yunho pointed it out one day.
You were sitting together at the studio, both lost in your respective work. You were so engrossed in what you were doing that you didn't even realize your hand had wandered up to your lips, fingers lightly touching and occasionally biting at them in a habit you had unknowingly picked up from Yunho.
"Y/N," Yunho's voice broke through your concentration, causing you to look up, startled. "Donโ€™t do that," he said, nodding towards your lips.
Confused, you furrowed your brows. "Hmm? What do you mean?"
Yunho sighed, his expression turning slightly serious. "You keep biting your lips. You might hurt them if you're not careful."
You blinked, suddenly becoming aware of what you were doing. "Oh," you muttered, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up your neck. "I didn't even realize I was doing that."
Yunho's lips twitched with amusement, but he quickly composed himself. "It's a bad habit. You should try to stop."
You couldn't help but feel a bit defensive. "Well, you do it too," you scoffed and pointed out.
Yunho's cheeks flushed slightly, and he looked away. "I... I do?"
You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah. Maybe we've just been spending too much time together," you teased.
Yunho's embarrassment was palpable now, and he cleared his throat awkwardly. "Maybe," he muttered, unable to meet your gaze.
But despite the awkwardness, there was a warmth in your chest knowing that even your unconscious habits were intertwined with his. It was just another reminder of how close the two of you had become, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for it.
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โ€ข Yeosang
Clapping while laughing
You and Yeosang had spent such a long time together and over the course of it, you became attuned to each other's habits, quirks, and gestures without even realising it. One particular habit of Yeosang's that seemed to have rubbed off on you was the way he would clap his hands when he found something particularly amusing.
The way your hands would subconsciously come together and follow the rhythm of your laughter felt natural and neither of you actually noticed how a habit, once Yeosangโ€™s, was now shared by you.
However, that was until one lazy afternoon when Yeosang excitedly showed you his phone, "Hey, check this out," he said with a grin, pushing it towards your face.
Curious, you glanced at the screen, finding yourself staring at a Twitter thread created by an ATINY. The thread was a compilation of gifs and videos, side by side, showing you and Yeosang laughing together. What caught your attention, however, was the caption accompanying the thread: "Am I the only one who noticed that Y/N and Yeosang have the same adorable habit of clapping while laughing? #YeoY/N."
"Oh my god theyโ€™re adorable."
"They look like cute little seals when they're laughing together, it's like they're synchronised."
You couldn't help but smile and giggle as you scrolled through the thread, amused by how certain things never went unnoticed by their fans, even if you yourselves were oblivious.
Yeosang glanced over at you, his expression softening. "I guess we really do spend too much time together, huh?"
You chuckled, leaning closer to him. "Maybe. But I wouldn't have it any other way."
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โ€ข San
Covering your mouth while laughing
It was just one of those habits you picked up without even realising it โ€“ covering your face while laughing. It was something you'd seen San do countless times, his hand rising instinctively to his mouth as his laughter bubbled up. Maybe it was the contagiousness of his joy, or perhaps it was the familiarity that made you do it, but whatever the reason, you found yourself unconsciously mimicking his actions more and more as time went on.
You didn't think much of it, not until one fateful day when you and San were doing a live stream together. The comments were flooding in, a flurry of emojis and supportive messages from fans all over the world. Amidst the sea of text, one comment stood out:
"OMG, look how they laugh the same! ๐Ÿ˜ SanYn are the cutest! ๐Ÿ’•"
Curious, you glanced at the screen, only to see San's eyes widen in realisation. He turned to you, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Looks like we've been caught," he teased, nudging you lightly.
You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but there was also a warmth spreading through you, a sense of fondness at the thought of sharing such a small, intimate detail with San. "Guess we spend too much time together," you joked back, unable to suppress a smile.
But as the live stream continued, you couldn't help but notice how often you and San found yourselves laughing, your hands rising simultaneously to cover your mouths. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about the bond you shared, the way you seemed to sync up without even trying.
After the stream ended, you leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Sanโ€™s cheek, you couldn't help but giggle at how much these little quirks affected you, maybe making life more comfortable along the way.
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โ€ข Mingi
Making the ๐Ÿฅบ face
To the people outside, Mingi seemed to be very intimidating, with his deep voice and built 6ft stature but inside the comfort of his he couldn't be more different. He knew he was cute and he knew how to use it against people. One quick look sent your way with his puppy eyes and pouty lips and you would melt, at some point this habit of his rubbed off on you.
The members werenโ€™t safe from it either, like when Seonghwa had just finished making a delicious batch of ramen for himself. The aroma wafted through the room, teasing your senses and making your stomach growl loudly. You and Mingi couldn't help but stare at the steaming bowl with longing eyes.
"Seonghwa hyung, that smells amazing," Mingi exclaimed, his eyes widening with hunger.
You nodded enthusiastically, finding yourself unintentionally mirroring Mingi's expression, your lips slightly pouting like the ๐Ÿฅบ emoji.
Seonghwa chuckled at your antics, shaking his head. "Sorry guys, this is just for me. I only made enough for one."
"But hyung, we're starving!" Mingi whined, his voice tinged with desperation.
You glanced at Seonghwa, your eyes pleading as you continued to unknowingly imitate Mingi's puppy-dog expression.
Seonghwa sighed, feeling the pressure of your combined adorable stares. "Oh no, I have to deal with two Mingis now, don't I?"
You and Mingi exchanged a glance before bursting into giggles, realising your unintentional synchronisation. Seonghwa couldn't help but laugh along with you.
"Fine, fine," Seonghwa relented, dividing the ramen between the three of you. "But next time, make your own!"
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โ€ข Wooyoung
Smacking people while laughing
You couldn't help but laugh at the way Wooyoung told a recount of the recent Wanteez episode the boys shot, adding his own commentary in between. He always had a way of making you laugh wholeheartedly, even when you fought he would be the one to apologise first and crack a joke to make you smile. However, what you didn't realise was that you had picked up one of his habits along the way.
In the midst of your laughter, your hand instinctively swung out and smacked San's thigh, eliciting a surprised yelp from him. It wasn't until he looked at you with a mix of amusement and slight irritation that you realised what you had done.
"Oops, sorry, San!" you apologised, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you tried to suppress your laughter.
San rubbed his thigh, shooting you a mock glare. "I already have to take abuse from Wooyoung, and now you're doing it too?"
You couldn't help but giggle at his playful complaint, but Wooyoung nudged you with a grin. "Looks like my habits are rubbing off on you, huh?"
You chuckled, realising how similar you two acted these days. "I guess so. Sorry, San, Iโ€™ll try not to do that but I canโ€™t make any promises." You winked at him.
San shook his head and scoffed at your mocking, a smile breaking through his faux irritation. "Ahh so much I have to go through,"
You and Wooyoung giggled at his words, knowing how much he loved you both the same, with the occasional physical abuse of course.
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โ€ข Jongho
Scrunching your nose while smiling/laughing
As you sat on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, you stumbled upon a video compilation titled "JongYn Couple Moments" ,obviously your curiosity got the better of you and you clicked on it, not fully knowing what to expect. What unfolded on the screen was definitely not what you were expecting, it sent a sudden blush creeping up your cheeks.
The video was a compilation of moments featuring you and Jongho, through the fansโ€™ eyes, complete with dramatic commentary about how cute you two were together. Especially about the way your noses scrunched and crinkles formed around your eyes as you both laughed, with your faces making the same endearing expression.
You couldn't help but be amused as you watched, realising that you had subconsciously copied Jongho's habit of scrunching his nose when he smiled.
Suddenly, you felt a presence beside you. Glancing over, you found Jongho peering over your shoulder, his eyes fixated on the screen. As he watched the video, a wide grin spread across his face, small giggles leaving his lips.
"Wow, we really do look alike sometimes," Jongho remarked, amusement dancing in his eyes.
You nodded, still giggling at the sight. "I never realized I picked up on your habit."
"It's adorable," Jongho said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek. "I guess I've rubbed off on you, huh?"
You chuckled, leaning into his touch. "Looks like it. But hey, I don't mind sharing a few habits with you."
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Red Dress - Seonghwa x Reader (NSFW)
Summary: It's time for the annual trip to the mountains to celebrate Christmas with the Parks. That including the human version of a headache, their son - Park Seonghwa. You've never gotten along, you'd even go so far to call him your worst enemy. But something happens on the trip, something neither of you can explain. It leads both you and Seonghwa into unknown territories, but one thing is for sure. It's all thanks to the red dress.
Word count: 20.6K
Genre: Fluff (!!) enemies to lovers, smut (yall.. seonghwa in this one... WOOOH it's getting hot in here)
warnings: "Enemy" Seonghwa with fem reader (fem pronouns). Hwa's mother has passed away, calls reader "sunshine", Seonghwa is a tease and he loves it, Hwa is a D-O-M, messy blowjob, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, aftercare (he's so sweet please), lmk if I missed anything!
This is all for fun and is not meant to represent Seonghwa in any way.
You zip your last bag, trying to gather some kind of overview. Your main luggage bags and two smaller bags filled to the brim. You made sure to pack thoroughly. It would be dreadful to forget something important while staying in the mountains, with the possibility of being snowed in.
A quick buzzing sound came from your phone, your hands grabbing it from your back pocket. You donโ€™t even realize the deep sigh escaping between your lips as you read the name on the screen, somehow you hear the annoyance in the simple text.
Seonghwa iโ€™m here
You type back, wanting him to elaborate.
You at the main entrance?
Seonghwa no iโ€™m on top of the building i just landed my helicopter
yes iโ€™m at the main entrance
You 2 minutes
You roll your eyes as you throw your phone on the bed, looking around your apartment for the last few things to pack. The next few hours are gonna be horrific, being squeezed in your car with the human version of a headache.ย 
Park Seonghwa.
Despite the two of you not being able to get along, your families do, and they use every possible opportunity to do things together. The annual cottage trip to the mountains for Christmas is no exception. His dad and his sister are all very nice people, watching over you like your own family. His mom was also the kindest woman youโ€™ve ever known, but she sadly passed away six years ago due to sickness. When you were kids, everyone got along just fine. Not the best, because you still thought Seonghwa was teasing you a lot, but it was still manageable. But after his momโ€™s passing, your relationship with Seonghwa got even worse.ย 
You never spoke to him about her, because you were simply not that close, but that just resulted in you and him not getting along at all. He got more snarky, which resulted in you getting more snarky.. And now whenever you two spoke, it was always with a hint of teasing and/or mockering.ย 
You jug to the door as a knock echoes through your apartment, and you open up to see Seonghwa looking unsatisfied on the other side. You can already hear him complain about having to walk up a few sets of stairs, so you turn around before he opens his mouth.
โ€œIโ€™ll be ready in a second.โ€ You say as you walk away, hearing him close the front door as he enters your apartment.ย 
โ€œTake your time, itโ€™s not like weโ€™re the only ones who arenโ€™t there yet.โ€ Seonghwa mumbles sarcastically, loud enough for you to hear and you bite your tongue before something slips out.
You try your best to carry most of your bags to the front door where Seonghwa is waiting, arms crossed over his chest. Heโ€™s still wearing his boots and bomber jacket, not showing any signs that heโ€™s willing to help you carry your stuff. His hair is annoyingly perfectly set, despite it being 7 in the morning like he had all the time in the world to get dressed.
โ€œYou know weโ€™ll only be gone for two weeks, not a year, right?โ€ He asks as you put down the bags on the floor in front of him.ย 
โ€œSeonghwa, itโ€™s 7 in the morning. Can you at least wait until the sun is up to be a pain in my ass? How are you awake right now?โ€ You canโ€™t stop the words from leaving your mouth when you glance at him.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m an insomniac, this is normal.โ€ He shrugs his shoulders.ย 
Youโ€™re not in the mood to continue the conversation so you go back for the last bag, carry it to the front door and Seonghwa (thankfully) helps you carry the bags down the stairs and to your car. His luggage is waiting in the lobby, he probably didn't want to carry it to your floor after traveling with it to your apartment building.ย 
Both of your families left for the cottage yesterday, but you and Seonghwa had to wait a day to travel because of busy schedules, and at the end of the day, it was just easier to travel together. You and Seonghwa agreed to take your car to the cottage, so you walk outside where your car is parked, and Seonghwa lunges your bags into the trunk.
โ€œHoly shit, what did you put in this bag? A dead body?โ€ He complains and you throw in your bags in the backseat. You open the door to the driver's seat, but look back at him as he loads the trunk.
โ€œIf weโ€™re gonna make it through this trip, you have to stop being ironic in every sentence.โ€ You get in the car and turn it on, hurrying to heat up the vehicle. Fog leaves your mouth as you speak, and you rub your hands to create some warmth.
โ€œFine,โ€ Seonghwa simply answers before closing the trunk and making his way to the driver's seat where you are sitting. โ€œGet out.โ€ He looks down at you with the unreadable expression he always wears, and you scoff.
โ€œOut? Itโ€™s my car?โ€ You state, almost like a question.ย 
โ€œYes, but Iโ€™m driving.โ€
โ€œGive me one good reasonโ€
โ€œWell, itโ€™s 7 in the morning and youโ€™re not a morning person, your road rage gets 50 times worse in the morning, especially when the roads are slippery. So you should take this as me doing you a favor. Now move.โ€ Seonghwa cocks his head towards the passenger seat, confidently standing in the door to the driverโ€™s seat, leaning up against the car. His face is hard to read, but every word he spoke had a truth behind it. Despite you and him not getting along, youโ€™ve grown up close together, resulting in you knowing almost everything about each other.
A deep sigh leaves you as you step out of the car, not wanting to admit how heโ€™s right.
โ€œYou have a lot of nerve talking like youโ€™re the one owning this car.โ€ You say as you enter the passenger seat, getting comfortable.ย 
โ€œI just want you to be my passenger princess, is that too much to ask?โ€ Seonghwa sends you a smirk before driving the car away from your apartment complex, and youโ€™re headed to the cottage where both of your families are waiting for your arrival.ย 
A couple moments in silence pass, and the city starts to wake up as the sun brightens up your surroundings.ย Generic Christmas music plays on the car radio, a channel that has played โ€˜Last Christmasโ€™ and โ€˜All I Want For Christmasโ€™ nonstop since the middle of November.ย 
โ€œIs your sister coming?โ€ You ask, looking out of the window to your side.ย 
โ€œNot this year. Her boyfriend offered her to celebrate Christmas with his family.โ€ Seonghwaโ€™s focus stays on the road as he answers.
Seonghwaโ€™s sister is two years older than him, but you and her have always gotten along well. One of your fondest memories with her was when you were kids and forced Seonghwa into their motherโ€™s clothes, and you and his sister used him as a canvas to test your makeup skills. That was the time when everything was fun and everyone got (somewhat) along.ย 
Not like now.
โ€œHave you gotten better at skiing or do we get that atrocious fall again?โ€ His voice has a tease to it as he glances over at you beside him.ย 
โ€œIt was a year ago, and it wasn't my fault.. Iโ€™ve gotten better.โ€ You sound confident as you look over at Seonghwa who has an eyebrow raised suspectfully. On your last trip to the cottage with the Parks, you fell while skiing, which resulted in you being unable to walk for the rest of the trip. You promised yourself to never let that happen again.
โ€œOh yeah? Youโ€™ve been practicing?โ€ He has a smug smile on his lips as he talks.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m better than you, we both know that.โ€ A smile creeps up on your lips, doing your best to annoy him. A scoff leaves Seonghwa before he presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek, and you know you said the right thing.
โ€œThat almost sounds like a bet.โ€ He says.
โ€œAnd what if it is?โ€ You ask daringly, up for a challenge.ย 
Yes, you and Seonghwa knew how to bicker, but what could make you both excited was a competition. Anything from board games to extreme sports, you love competing with each other. Or hate it. Love to hate it.
Seonghwa smiles with his annoyingly straight teeth, looking over at you for a second to see if youโ€™re serious, before nodding. โ€œThen I hope youโ€™re okay with losing,โ€ He answers confidently. โ€œWhatโ€™s the challenge?โ€
โ€œWho gets down the slope first. Easy.โ€ You shrug.
โ€œWhat color are we talking?โ€
โ€œBlack, of course.โ€ You try to read his expression, challenging him to ride the most dangerous hill on the mountain.ย 
โ€œBlack? You remember the black slope on the mountain, donโ€™t you? You wanna race down from that?โ€ Thereโ€™s something unsure about his voice, but it only makes you want to continue going through with this bet.
โ€œAre you scared?โ€ You tease, looking at him with a smile. Knowing Seonghwa your entire life, you know exactly what buttons to press to get your way, and when a confident chuckle leaves his body, you know this bet is on.
โ€œAlright, sunshine, letโ€™s do this.โ€ He smirks, looking at you briefly.
โ€œAnything you wanna bet?โ€ You ask, trying to hide your excitement that he fell into your trap and agreed to this.
Seonghwa takes a few seconds to think, tapping the steering wheel before he speaks. โ€œThe loser will do what the winner says for an entire day.โ€ He suggests.ย 
Somehow you expected this penalty, so you roll your eyes as a scoff leaves you. โ€œBoring, but fine,โ€ You say before looking over at him. โ€œI canโ€™t wait to make you my little puppy.โ€ A huge smile decorates your lips at the thought of Seonghwa in the palm of your hand for 24 hours.
He has a big smile on his lips as he leans back in the driver's seat, getting comfortable.ย 
โ€œKeep telling yourself that, sunshine. I already have some things in store for you.โ€ He doesnโ€™t even look at you while talking, but heโ€™s wearing his confident smirk as he speaks like heโ€™s imagining what heโ€™ll make you do if he wins.ย 
You canโ€™t wait to remove that cocky smile.
***
After a few hours of driving, you finally arrived at the cottage. There had been a delay due to some accidents on the road. The further you made it to the mountains, the slippier the roads got, resulting in a few accidents. Luckily, there were no big accidents, and you and Seonghwa made it safely to the cottage.
Your family greeted you, as well as Seonghwaโ€™s dad.
As you mom helps you take off your jacket, she sends you the warmest smile and tells you that your room is on the first floor, which you will be sharing with Seonghwa.
โ€œThanks, mom.โ€ You send her a smile back and look around the cottage. It looks the same as always. The fireplace is heating up the entire living room, and Christmas stockings for each person hanging over it, including Seonghwaโ€™s sister and mom. Thereโ€™s a smell of cinnamon hanging in the air as you grab your stuff and head upstairs to unpack. The long hallway with three doors leads you to your room, and you know your room is at the end of the hallway. You pass the closed door to Seonghwaโ€™s room and a bathroom, already excited to have a shower in the huge shower stall.ย 
As you step into your room, you notice that it has the same warm tones as the rest of the house, giving off a cozy feeling. The room is furnished with a massive bed, and at the end of the room, there is a large window that provides a breathtaking view of the mountains. On the bedside table, there is a lit-up candle, adding to the room's warm and inviting atmosphere.
You throw yourself on the bed, happy to finally be at the cottage.ย 
This is gonna be a good trip.. hopefully
***
โ€œLast chance to back down, sunshine.โ€ Seonghwa looks at the slope in front of him before looking at you. A confident smile spreads on your lips, knowing youโ€™ll win this one.
โ€œOver my dead body, Seonghwa. Iโ€™m so excited to have you wrapped around my finger for a day.โ€ย 
It was your first official day at the cottage, and of course you and Seonghwa had to settle your little bet, trying to figure out who was best down the mountain.
โ€œYouโ€™re a lot of talk, no bite. Letโ€™s see how your mouth runs when youโ€™re going to be my servant for an entire day.โ€ He sends you a smirk. Your eyes roll back, used to these comments.
โ€œYou always claim to be a gentleman. Is this how you normally speak to girls? No wonder you donโ€™t have a girlfriend.โ€ย 
โ€œThey wouldnโ€™t be able to handle me. Only you can.โ€ The smirk is still evident on his lips. โ€œBesides, I am a gentleman. In fact, Iโ€™ll even let you get 10 seconds as a head start.โ€
You try to read his face to see if heโ€™s kidding, but when it looks like he means what he says, you scoff. โ€œYouโ€™re gonna regret that.โ€
โ€œI never regret anything when it comes to you.โ€
You both stare into each otherโ€™s eyes for a long second, and this only make you more excited. You love winning. Even better when you win over him.ย 
โ€œIโ€™ll see you down there.โ€ You send him one last smile before making your way down the mountain. You use your poles to help increase the speed, using every opportunity to get down the mountain first.ย 
10 seconds isnโ€™t a lot, but if you use them well, this win would be even easier. Wind rushes in your ears, snow flying as you go side to side down the slope. You donโ€™t look back, not wanting to focus on Seonghwa behind you, so you stay in your own head, doing your best to come down as fast as possible.ย 
You feel your legs burn in the best way, having missed this feeling.
The feeling of being free and no one telling you to stop. The wind blows faster as you move quicker down the slope, following the trail. Suddenly, you see a figure, and lo and behold, Seonghwa is next to you. You canโ€™t see his face due to his helmet, but you bet he's sending you a smile behind the glass. He sends you a wave before he passes you on his snowboard, and suddenly heโ€™s in the front.ย 
Your poles help you increase the speed even more, and you bend your knees to go even faster. Further down, you start to see the finish, and despite being behind Seonghwa, you still have a chance. He moves quick and even manages to be slightly daring on the way down, but you can take him.
Youโ€™re sure of it.
Well, thatโ€™s until a kid suddenly falls in front of you, and you quickly have to make your way around them. You make a turn, a little too sharp, and pass the kid lying in the snow. The last thing you see is Seonghwa reaching the bottom of the slope before you fall forward and roll a few meters in the snow. Confused, you lay still for a few moments, trying to gather what just happened. All you see is white from the snow until a figure comes into sight.
โ€œAre you okay?โ€ Seonghwaโ€™s concerned voice suddenly speaks, and you look up to see him hurry to you. You try to move, realizing youโ€™ve somehow lost both of your skis in your fall.
โ€œIโ€™m fine, ow.โ€ A sharp pain shocks through your leg, starting from your ankle. The pain is enough to suddenly send a stinging feeling in your eyes, tears slowly forming.ย 
โ€œIs this how you make me feel bad for winning?โ€ Seonghwa tries to help you up from the snow, grabbing you under your arms.
โ€œIt doesnโ€™t count, I fell. We should try again to see- OW!โ€ย 
Another sharp pain shocks you, even worse than before, and you give up trying to get up this way. You sit up, no visible injuries, only the pain in your ankle.ย 
โ€œCan you stand up?โ€ He asks, looking down at you.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m not sure.โ€ย 
โ€œGet on my back.โ€ Seonghwa moves in front of you, kneeling down so you can jump on his back. You shake your head, not wanting to admit how bad your ankle hurts.
โ€œNo, itโ€™s fine.โ€ You try to stand up, but wince when the pain only gets worse.
โ€œCan you stop being stubborn and let me help you? Get on my back.โ€ His voice is serious, and itโ€™s clear you wonโ€™t get it your way. You do your best to get on his back without putting too much pressure on your leg, and he stands up with you. He holds you under your knees while your arms hold around his neck. โ€œIs this okay?โ€
โ€œYeah..โ€
He manages to get you to a bench, and after a few moments of him checking up on you, looking for any visible damages, itโ€™s clear that the pain in your ankle is getting worse. You (or more like Seonghwa) make the decision not to ski anymore, so he ends up carrying you to the cottage.ย 
You feel grateful on Seonghwaโ€™s behalf that itโ€™s close to the ski resort so he wonโ€™t have to carry you too far. Both of you still in your ski clothing, you know everything is heavier than normal.ย 
And despite you telling him that itโ€™s fine and that you can call for someone else to help you, he acts like he doesnโ€™t hear you and continues to carry you home.ย 
Not a word is said between you, he makes his way inside the cottage with you on his back. He helps you out of your jacket and ski pants, so youโ€™re left with your long-sleeved shirt and leggings. He quickly takes off his own ski clothing before suddenly carrying you bridal style, making his way to the stairs.ย 
Your arm encircles his neck as he carefully walks up the stairs, ensuring your foot doesn't touch anything.
โ€œYou donโ€™t have to do this.โ€ You almost whisper.
โ€œI know.โ€ He responds, seeing the door to your room. He walks in and puts you on the bed softly. You wince when you move your ankle, and Seonghwa notices immediately. โ€œWhere does it hurt?โ€
โ€œMy ankle, and down to the heel.โ€ You point exactly where it hurts, and he looks at your foot before grabbing his phone from his pocket.
โ€œIโ€™ll be right back,โ€ Is the only thing he says before he makes his way out of your room and you hear him walk down the stairs. You have no idea what heโ€™s doing or what youโ€™re waiting for. You just use this moment to be thankful that you didnโ€™t get hurt anywhere else.
After a few minutes, you hear Seonghwaโ€™s voice get closer as he makes his way up the stairs. You hear him talking on the phone.
โ€œYes.. Alright. No, it looks a little swollen. Okay, thank you.โ€ He appears at your door with some ice in a towel and walks closer to your bed. He sits down by your legs and places the ice on your ankle. โ€œHere, keep this on for 15 minutes and then off for 15 minutes. Then repeat as much as possible.โ€ย 
โ€œWhoโ€™d you talk to?โ€ You ask.
โ€œI called the local doctor. If it gets worse you have to do a checkup, but for now, you just have to rest. Try not to walk on your foot, so call for me if you need anything.โ€ He looks at you briefly before standing up. Youโ€™ve never seen this side of Seonghwa before, and having him take care of you like this, is making you feel something strange in your stomach.ย 
You look up at him from the bed, not knowing what to say. โ€œThank you.โ€ You barely whisper.
He sends you a quick and awkward smile before he turns around and walks out of your room. He closes the door behind him, and you realize youโ€™re stuck in bed after a fall, just like last year. You sigh, annoyed that this happened, but there isnโ€™t much you can do about it.ย 
Laying in your bed, you suddenly feel your eyes getting heavier. It isnโ€™t like you have anywhere else to go, so you use this opportunity to close your eyes and take a nap. It doesnโ€™t take long for you to fall asleep, and you allow yourself to sleep until you wake up.
***
Itโ€™s still bright outside when your eyes open, but when you look at the clock on your nightstand, you realize that youโ€™ve been sleeping for a few hours. You donโ€™t hear a sound from the rest of the house, and you wonder if Seonghwa left or if heโ€™s asleep as well.
Thereโ€™s still a sharp pain in your ankle, the ice has melted a bit. You sigh and look around the room. There isn't much to do when youโ€™re stuck here. But the dryness in your mouth tempts you to leave your bed and get something to drink.
You know Seonghwa said to call for him if you needed anything, but a quick run to the kitchen couldnโ€™t cause any more damage to your ankle, right? Besides, maybe heโ€™s sleeping, and you donโ€™t want to wake him up.
You manage to get out of bed, limping down the silent hallway. Thankful for the staircase, it helps you take it slow and hold you as you make your way down the stairs. It does hurt when you put pressure on it, but not as much as the fall last year.ย 
Finally, you make your way to the kitchen. Itโ€™s a little cold down here, so you want to prepare something hot. Drinking hot drinks after skiing reminds you of when you were younger. The feeling of the warmth running through your body and-
โ€œWhat part of โ€˜call me if you need anythingโ€™ didnโ€™t you understand?โ€ Seonghwaโ€™s voice makes you jump and you look behind you to see him enter the kitchen.
โ€œI was just getting something to drink.โ€ You mumble, standing by the cabinet to get a mug.
โ€œYou canโ€™t walk on your foot.โ€ He sounds like an annoyed dad as he finds a stool and places it by the kitchen island. He cocks his head towards the stool and you sit down on it. Heโ€™s showing a very bossy side of himself, and youโ€™re not sure how to respond to it.
โ€œI made it down here, didnโ€™t I?โ€ You mumble mostly to yourself, but he hears and sighs deeply.
โ€œItโ€™s not gonna heal if you walk,โ€ He makes his way to the fridge and looks inside. โ€œWhat do you want?โ€
โ€œHot cocoa.โ€
He looks back at you. โ€œYou couldnโ€™t have said water?โ€ His brow shoots up, looking slightly annoyed, but you shake your head.
โ€œYou asked what I want and I want hot cocoa.โ€ Your voice is talking at a low volume, and youโ€™re sure that if you were a dog, your ears would be hanging low and your tail would be between your legs. Seonghwa takes a second to think for himself, watching you before another sigh leaves him.ย 
โ€œI guess Iโ€™m making you hot cocoa then.โ€ He tilts his head to the side before grabbing a mug and finding the ingredients to make you some hot cocoa. You donโ€™t say much as he prepares it, enjoying seeing him do something like this for you.ย 
โ€œI thought since I lost our bet that I was being your servant for the day.โ€ You tease, trying to fill the heavy air with some conversation.
โ€œWell, that was before you decided to fall and make yourself useless,โ€ He looks back at you and sends you a teasing smirk. โ€œBesides, Iโ€™ll just save it for another day. Donโ€™t think Iโ€™ll forget, sunshine.โ€ย 
You can't help but smile at his teasing. Usually, you want to rip his hair out, but right now, you're actually enjoying being in the same room as him.
Heโ€™s making your hot cocoa, and you feel slightly useless, sitting and staring at him. The couch is in your sight, so you step down from the stool, but as soon as your (healthy) foot touches the floor, Seonghwaโ€™s eyes are on you. He stares at you as you freeze, scared youโ€™ve done something wrong.
โ€œWhat?โ€ You ask.ย 
โ€œWhere are you going?โ€ Heโ€™s quick to ask back.
โ€œTo the.. couch, if thatโ€™s okay with you?โ€ย 
Seonghwa doesnโ€™t waste a second, dropping the tablespoon on the counter, taking you up bridal style again, and walking towards the couch.
โ€œSeonghwa, you donโ€™t have to do this,โ€ You know saying it wonโ€™t make him stop. Heโ€™s as stubborn as you. He carefully puts you down on the couch, raising your leg so it rests on the extended part of the couch before he runs back to the kitchen. He appears a few seconds later with your hot cocoa in hand and places it on the table in front of you. โ€œThank you.โ€
โ€œAnything else?โ€ He asks, standing up in front of you. You look behind him at the TV, your eyes catching the remote lying on top of a shelf behind him.
โ€œThe remote..โ€ You point.
He hands you the remote. โ€œAlright.. If I see you walking by yourself again Iโ€™ll chain you to the couch, understood?โ€ He looks you deep in the eyes, and for some reason, you almost think heโ€™s serious.ย 
โ€œYes, sir.โ€ You say teasingly, and he scoffs at you before disappearing again with a smile.ย 
A smile that looks dangerously good.
***
Every year you go out to have dinner at the fancy restaurant in the city close to the cottage. But due to your little stunt on the mountain yesterday, you all had to go for dinner today, as you couldnโ€™t possibly use your foot. But itโ€™s already getting better, and it isnโ€™t as swollen as yesterday, so you felt even more ready for a nice evening out.
Maybe all the carrying from Seonghwa did help after all.
Itโ€™s also a fun excuse to dress up for a night and eat delicious food, so you remembered to pack the fancy dress you bought for this special occasion. A maroon-colored dress with a bare back, dropped shoulders and it hugs your body perfectly, ending on the middle of your thighs. You look in the mirror one last time before making your way downstairs to the others. Itโ€™s fun to see your parents in their fancy attire, looking like they just fell in love with each other again.ย 
You smile to yourself as you look around and immediately notice a set of eyes staring you down.
Seonghwa is leaning against the back of one of the couches, adjusting the cuffs on his shirt as his gaze falls on you. You can't help but smirk in response. His eyes meet yours, and you can't resist glancing down at his attire.
He is in his black blazer with black pants, but instead of a regular button-down underneath, he is wearing something a runway model would wear. A white silk shirt with ruffles and lace is showing under his jacket, and no part of you is surprised by his choice of clothes. Whenever he can wear something a little different, he will, and he always pulls it off.ย 
Is he the biggest pain in the ass? Absolutely.ย 
Is he also very attractive? Oh, absolutely.
Itโ€™s actually irritating how beautiful this man is, but no way in hell you would ever tell him that. He knows he looks good, no need to boost his ego.
You decide to look away from him before you make yourself too obvious, as you get the sense that itโ€™s time to leave soon. You decide to wait outside by the door as youโ€™re waiting for the two families to leave. Suddenly, a presence is standing next to you, but you donโ€™t need to look to see who joined you.
โ€œLike what youโ€™re seeing?โ€ You ask teasingly, not even sparing him a glance.
โ€œYou look like my dream girl.โ€ Seonghwa says confidently as he steps in front of you, looking down into your eyes.
His tall frame takes up most of the space in your sight, and you look up to meet his dark eyes. For some unknown reason you feel your heart beating faster, and it only increases when he puts some hair behind your ear.
โ€œReally?โ€ You manage to get out.
โ€œI never said what kind of dream,โ€ he says, slowly leaning in to whisper in your ear. โ€œYouโ€™re my fucking nightmare.โ€
Seonghwa leans back to send you a wink along with a smirk before turning around to walk away and enter one of the cars waiting outside, leaving you behind, baffled. You almost want to laugh at how ridiculous he is, mentally cursing yourself for showing a slight reaction to his words. You brush off the feeling inside you and you enter another car waiting outside to take you to the restaurant in the city.ย 
You all drive for a few minutes, each family in each car, before entering the city with Christmas lights hanging everywhere. The restaurant is also decorated outside with lights, a group of Christmas carols singing on the other side of the street.ย 
Itโ€™s not like youโ€™re from a rich family that goes to expensive restaurants a lot, but this was a tradition youโ€™ve always shared with the Parks, so you would of course do it again this year.ย 
A male waiter follows you to your table, and you notice itโ€™s a rather busy night, not seeing a single empty table. Christmas lights are decorating the ceiling, as well as generic Christmas instrumentals fill the air. A table for five comes into view with lit-up candles, and you find your way to the end. Your parents are busy talking with Seonghwaโ€™s dad, laughing at something that happened before you arrived earlier today, leaving you in your own world. The waiter hands out a menu for you, and you canโ€™t help but notice how his eyes linger on you for a few seconds, his dimples showing when you make eye contact. You canโ€™t help but smile back at his warm eyes, feeling the heat in your cheeks. He disappears again after having handed out the menus to the rest of the table, and you look across the table by chance and notice how Seonghwaโ€™s eyes are staring at you.ย 
Something you canโ€™t read is evident in his gaze, but you choose to quickly shoot your eyes to the menu. For some unknown reason, Seonghwa is making looking at him harder than usual, and you canโ€™t exactly pinpoint what it is.ย 
A few moments pass, and the waiter comes back to take everyone's orders. He saves you for last, sending you a warm smile.
โ€œAnd what can I get for you, miss?โ€ His dimples even show when heโ€™s talking.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m torn between the smoked salmon and the scallops.. Do you have a recommendation?โ€ You send him a smile.
โ€œOhh, thatโ€™s a tough one.. Personally, I would be in for salmon, so that would be my choice. But that depends on you, of course.โ€ He smirks, trying to continue the casual talk between you. Youโ€™re too lost in your conversation with him, figuring out what to eat, to realize the piercing eyes across from you. Seonghwaโ€™s eyes shoot between you and the waiter, for some reason feeling annoyed with him.ย 
You end up choosing the smoked salmon, and handing him back the menu. A wink is sent in your direction before he makes his way to the kitchen. Casual talk then spreads across the table. Mr. Park looks in your direction, wanting to hear how youโ€™ve been doing since the last time you spoke.
โ€œIโ€™ve been doing very well, Mr. Park, thank you for asking.โ€ You respond to the kind man across the table.
โ€œThatโ€™s good! And youโ€™re still enjoying your job?โ€ย 
"Definitely. It is a bit far away though, so my car is very necessary. But it is having a hard time driving, especially in the winter months, so Iโ€™m considering saving up for a new car or finding a job a bit closer.โ€ You answer, your parents adding to the conversation and carrying it on.ย 
โ€œMaybe you should ask the waiter what he thinks you should do.โ€ Seonghwa says across from you, low enough not to cause any attention to him from the rest of the table, but you hear him loud and clear.ย 
Your eyes glare at him, but he only responds with an annoying smile. You roll your eyes, trying to focus on the conversation between your parents.ย 
A few moments later your food arrives, and the salmon is placed in front of you. You all start eating, and you do your best to ignore the eyes looking at you from time to time across the table.ย 
Giving him attention will only make it worse, you think.
โ€œHow are you enjoying the salmon, miss?โ€ A voice speaks behind you, and you look up to see the waiter sending you another smile. Cheeks heating up again, you do your best to answer confidently.ย 
โ€œItโ€™s really good, definitely the right decision.โ€ย 
โ€œIโ€™m glad, personally itโ€™s my favorite item on the menu.โ€ He tells you.
โ€œI totally understand why, the greens on the side really complement it as well.โ€ You add to the conversation. The kind waiter is about to answer when a voice interrupts.
โ€œWaiter?โ€ Seonghwaโ€™s voice cuts through, stealing your attention. โ€œI ordered my steak to be medium-well, this steak is cooked medium-rare.โ€ He points at his food, eying the waiter.
An apologetic expression spreads on the waiter's face. โ€œOh, Iโ€™m sorry, sir. Iโ€™ll take it back to the kitchen for you.โ€ He sends Seonghwa the best smile he can manage, before disappearing into the kitchen with Seonghwaโ€™s food.
โ€œWhy did you do that?โ€ Your eyes are locked on Seonghwa, trying to speak in a low voice so you wonโ€™t draw attention.
โ€œI just want what I ordered.โ€ Seonghwa shrugs before bringing his wine glass to his lips.ย 
โ€œThereโ€™s no need to be an ass about it.โ€ย 
A smirk tugs on Seonghwaโ€™s lips. โ€œAww, Iโ€™m sorry.. Am I making it hard for your boyfriend?โ€
โ€œWhat is wrong with you?โ€
"What do you mean?" He asks.
"Would it kill you to see me be just a little happy?"
A scoff leaves his mouth. โ€œWelcome to the real world. Maybe youโ€™ll notice how everything isnโ€™t perfect, sunshine.โ€
You want to reach across the table and rip that annoying smile off his face. Everything inside of you is boiling, even looking at him is making you feel insane. It takes everything in you not to say something rude because youโ€™re all adults here (even if some aren't acting like it) and you want this trip to have good memories.ย 
You grab your wine glass and gulp down the last bit before heading to the bathrooms. 5 minutes away from Seonghwa would be enough not to scream at him.ย 
Luckily it isnโ€™t filled with people in the bathroom, letting you get some time to breathe for yourself.ย 
You knew Seonghwa had gone through a hard time the last few years since his mom died, so you somehow always had an apology for him in your head, why he was acting like he was. But he was going personal tonight, and you didnโ€™t know why. It wasnโ€™t an excuse to be an asshole.ย 
You saw the rage in your eyes as you looked at yourself, but suddenly, your attention was stolen by the door opening to the bathroom. Seonghwaโ€™s large frame entered the room, your eyes rolling at the sight of him.
โ€œDid I say something to trigger you?โ€ He spoke in a low voice.
โ€œYou do that all the time, Seonghwa. Donโ€™t act like this is any different.โ€ You didnโ€™t spare him a glance as you spoke, keeping your eyes on yourself in the mirror.
โ€œYou havenโ€™t walked away like that since I said your hair looked as fried as a burnt fry at McDonald's.โ€ He calls back to a moment a few years ago when you were also fed up with his teasing. It wasnโ€™t even that deep of a comment, you were just not feeling it that day.
โ€œI guess Iโ€™m not in the mood for this right now.โ€ You respond with a lower voice. Through the mirror, you look to see if any of the stalls are taken and if anyone is listening to your conversation. It doesnโ€™t look like it. โ€œAlso, youโ€™re in the women's bathroom. You canโ€™t be here.โ€
โ€œWell, I upset you and wanted to talk it out.โ€
A part of you wants to laugh. Never have those words left his mouth.
โ€œHow mature of you.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m sorry.โ€ His footsteps are coming closer to you, and suddenly you see him in the mirror behind you. He actually sounds like heโ€™s apologizing, and not saying this mockingly. It catches you off guard for a few seconds, but you make eye contact with him through the mirror. Heโ€™s watching you carefully like heโ€™s afraid to say something else to upset you.
โ€œDidnโ€™t think you were capable of apologizing.โ€ You want to joke, but the air between you is too heavy.
โ€œMaybe youโ€™ll learn some new things about me on this trip.โ€ He says with his hands resting in the front pockets of his pants.ย 
โ€œMaybe.โ€ You shrug, finally turning around towards him. โ€œIf anything, you should apologize to the waiter.โ€ You canโ€™t help but feel sorry for the waiter, having to run around because of Seonghwa.
โ€œI donโ€™t care about the waiter.โ€ His voice is cold.
โ€œAnd you care about me?โ€ You say with a laugh, expecting him to say โ€˜noโ€™ immediately, but when silence surrounds the two of you, you suddenly donโ€™t know what to say. His eyes are just watching you, studying your face and it makes you feel a certain way you havenโ€™t felt before. A feeling you can't pinpoint what is.ย 
โ€œYou know what this dress needs?โ€ He suddenly says, completely changing the subject.
โ€œWhat?โ€
โ€œA necklace.โ€ He looks down on your bare neck.ย 
You know this dress calls for a necklace, and you mentally cursed at yourself when you realized you had left your bag of jewelry on your desk. Luckily, that is the only thing youโ€™ve forgotten (hopefully).
โ€œI forgot all of my jewelry at home.โ€ You shrug.
His eyes focus on your neck for a short moment before he reaches behind his own neck. Suddenly, a necklace you didnโ€™t know he was wearing came into sight and he held it out in front of him. A silver necklace with white pearl pendants.
โ€œTurn around.โ€
You shake your head. โ€œIโ€™m not wearing your-โ€
โ€œTurn around.โ€ He says more firmly, and you do as he says. Your eyes focus on your neck as he places the necklace on you, and you immediately notice how well it compliments your dress. Seonghwaโ€™s warm fingers lightly touch the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. This feels incredibly intimate, especially because you notice the way his eyes roam over you.
โ€œIt was my mothers.โ€ Seonghwa says in almost a whisper, eyes still locked on your neck through the mirror. Your breath hitches, suddenly feeling like you shouldnโ€™t be wearing this.
โ€œSeonghwa.. I canโ€™t wear this.โ€ Your fingers touch the pendant.ย 
โ€œI know she wouldโ€™ve loved to see you in it.โ€ A small smile tugs on his lips, obviously thinking about his mom. You donโ€™t know what to say. His mom was the nicest woman youโ€™ve ever met, and you do miss her dearly. You canโ€™t even imagine how Seonghwa feels. โ€œShe really liked you, you know.โ€ His eyes dart up, meeting yours through the mirror.ย 
โ€œI liked her too.โ€ You send him a smile, remembering all the good times you've shared with her.
โ€œAnd I know she would've chopped my hands off if she knew I made you upset. So Iโ€™m genuinely sorry.โ€ He looks apologetic, not an ounce of teasing evident in his voice. Youโ€™ve never shared a moment like this with him, and if you were close, you wouldโ€™ve hugged him and told him everything was okay. But you canโ€™t remember the last time you shared affection with him, so you just try your best to send him a smile through the mirror.
โ€œThank you.โ€ Your voice is a whisper, and he steps closer to you to remove some hair on your shoulder. This makes the necklace more apparent on your neck, and you smile at the view. โ€œItโ€™s beautiful.โ€
You just now notice how close you are to him, slightly feeling his front against your bare back. He has a perfect height when he stands next to you, and even more when he stands behind you like now.ย 
His eyes are all over you through the mirror, and the feeling is not something you ever expected to feel so exciting. You canโ€™t help but look back at him, seeing how good his suit looks on him. You stare at the shirt heโ€™s wearing under his jacket, and in this light, you notice that itโ€™s made of sheer fabric, making it slightly see-through.ย 
You hate how much youโ€™re staring, but you canโ€™t help it. And when heโ€™s staring back at you, the same look in his eyes, you know youโ€™re in too deep.
The door to the bathroom suddenly opens, and a lady stops at the door, looking confused as if she didn't think she entered the right bathroom. Seonghwa looks at her and then back to you through the mirror.
โ€œI better go.โ€ He says above a whisper, looking down at you one last time before heading out of the bathroom. You donโ€™t pay any attention to the lady entering, only focused on what just happened between you and Seonghwa.ย 
It takes you a moment to get back to your senses, but you eventually get there and head back to your table.
The rest of the dinner went differently. Every time you looked across the table, you'd meet Seonghwa's eyes. You'd both hold the gaze for longer than you'd anticipate, feeling heat in your cheeks before darting your eyes away from him.
You didnโ€™t see much of the waiter for the rest of the night, Seonghwa probably scaring him away from your table.ย 
When you made it home to the cottage, you all started getting ready for bed. It was getting late, and you were getting tired as well. Coming up from the stairs, you walked towards your room, when suddenly a hand grabbed your wrist. Surprised, you stop your tracks and look to see Seonghwa appear from his room. His eyes met yours in an instant, standing close to you.
โ€œI apologized to the waiter. Happy?โ€ He said with a low voice. He almost sounds defeated, like he lost an important battle, but you canโ€™t help but enjoy it a little bit.
โ€œI didnโ€™t think you cared about him?โ€ You said, finding it new that heโ€™s apologizing.
โ€œI donโ€™t, not in the slightest. Couldnโ€™t care less about what heโ€™s feeling.โ€ He shrugged, and you wanted to roll your eyes before he spoke again. โ€œBut Iโ€™m trying to do the right thing here. Even if I was just making him do his job, I couldโ€™ve been a little nicer. Iโ€™ll admit.โ€ He kept the eye contact and the soft grasp around your wrist, making you focus on him.
A smile spreads on your lips. โ€œShould I get used to this? You apologizing? Because I kinda like it.โ€ You tease. He scoffs, looking down at you with the same look in his eyes as earlier. The one where he studies you to the smallest details, somehow making you nervous.ย 
โ€œA little dangerous starting to like something that has to do with me, donโ€™t you think?โ€ He teases back, a smirk growing on his face. The dimmed light in the hallway makes everything seem slightly more intimate, and with the way youโ€™re feeling when heโ€™s looking at you like this, you know you have to keep your shit together.ย 
This is Park Seonghwa.ย 
Yes, he has helped you with your ankle and whatever.
But youโ€™d never be able to actually get along. Youโ€™re built to argue with him. Tease, mock, pick on, just like he does with you. The two of you donโ€™t know any better, but somehow, looking at him right now, you canโ€™t do that. You donโ€™t even know what to do, because youโ€™ve never felt this way when looking at him.ย 
And itโ€™s a brand new territory.
His free hand raises, and you do nothing but wait to see where it lands, when he suddenly traces his finger from your jaw and down to your neck. You feel the necklace move under his touch, suddenly reminded that youโ€™re wearing it.ย 
โ€œOh, the necklace.โ€ You put your hands behind your neck to take it off, but Seonghwa shakes his head, taking your hands down.ย 
โ€œLet me.โ€ He says, and you turn around, collecting your hair to one side. Waiting for him to take it off, you suddenly feel his hands on your waist, turning you slightly so he has better light. But the feeling of his hands on your waist makes your heart beat faster, leaving burning marks where his fingers touched. His fingers are on your skin as he removes the necklace sends shivers down your spine, and the necklace is gone.ย 
But Seonghwa notices the way youโ€™re reacting to his touch, smiling to himself as you turn back around to face him.ย 
โ€œThanks for letting me borrow it.โ€ You smile.
โ€œAlways.โ€ย 
With one last look, you decide to go into your room, scared of what could happen if you stayed out there any longer.ย 
***
You took a deep breath as you sat down on the bench at the end of the ski slope. You took a moment to watch people coming down the mountain on their skis or snowboards while you enjoyed finally being out again.
You had looked forward to this, spending the entire day here. This was one of the main reasons you even visited this cottage every year. To ski and have fun.
What you didnโ€™t expect was the intense pain.
In your ankle? no.
Or a little, but the pain was mostly in your stomach due to your period.ย 
You didnโ€™t think it would be arriving while being on this trip, but of course, it had to arrive at this time. Therefore, you didnโ€™t have anything prepared, other than a few emergency pads. But the pain you felt was actually the worst, making you have to take a break.
You look up to see a person get close at an awfully fast speed on their snowboard, making you think theyโ€™ll crash into you but they stop right in front of you, making snow splash everywhere. You donโ€™t have to think twice to recognize Seonghwaโ€™s attire in front of you.
โ€œAsshole.โ€ You mumble as Seonghwa takes off his helmet, smiling at his own little stunt.
โ€œYou okay?โ€ He asks, noticing the slight discomfort on your face.
โ€œYeah, itโ€™s justโ€ฆ my ankle.โ€ You lie. You didnโ€™t feel like sharing with Seonghwa what was really hurting you. And your ankle did hurt a bit, so it wasnโ€™t a complete lie. But it was definitely mostly the pain in your stomach that held you from being on the slopes right now.
โ€œIs it getting worse?โ€ Seonghwa asks, suddenly being back to being your doctor.ย 
โ€œYeah.โ€ You respond, not exactly knowing what to say.
โ€œAre you okay, honey?โ€ Your mom suddenly appears in her ski attire, walking over to you and Seonghwa.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m fine.โ€ You respond shortly.
โ€œItโ€™s her ankle.โ€ Seonghwa says, making you want to throw a snowball in his face. Not only because it wasnโ€™t the entire truth, but also because you know how much your mom is concerned about your ankle. You knew she wasnโ€™t a fan of you being on the slopes already, scared that you might get as hurt as last year.
Your mom looks at you with worry. โ€œDarling, you should take your time to heal.โ€ She walks closer to you. โ€œI donโ€™t think skiing is a good idea..โ€ Your mom doesn't hide the look on her face. You know sheโ€™s saying this with pure love, but you donโ€™t know what else to do. This is what you came for. But she didnโ€™t want you to get hurt, not any more than you already are.
โ€œWhat else can I do?โ€ You ask.
โ€œYou can drive to the city?โ€ She sounds optimistic like itโ€™s the funniest thing to do in an area filled with slopes and snow.
โ€œTo do what?โ€ย 
โ€œI need some new ornaments for the tree. You can drive to the city and pick some for us.โ€ She makes it sound like itโ€™s the best idea ever. And youโ€™ll admit; it was better than staying home while everyone else is out in the snow.ย 
โ€œFine..โ€ย 
โ€œIโ€™ll come with you.โ€ Seonghwa suddenly adds to the conversation, and you and your mom both look at him.
โ€œAre you sure?โ€ Your mom asks, sounding slightly confused since she knows how you and Seonghwa never spend time together voluntarily.ย 
โ€œYeah, Iโ€™m getting a little sore from all the snowboarding, I could use a break,โ€ He smiles at your mom. โ€œBesides, with her luck, falling two years in a row, I think itโ€™s a good idea to have someone keep an eye on her.โ€ He smirks in your direction, but you only send back an obvious fake smile.ย 
Your momโ€™s face, on the other hand, lights up like a Christmas tree. Itโ€™s a tradition for your mom to get a new ornament for the Christmas tree every year, so you know this means more for her than it does for the rest of you. It was a tradition she shared with Seonghwaโ€™s mom, but your mom continued it like she still had her best friend to do it with.
โ€œAmazing! Canโ€™t wait to see what you guys bring back.โ€
***
The trip to the city went as youโ€™d expect. It wasnโ€™t the best time of your life, but it was nice to finally be outside. You got to see the city in daylight, but it was definitely prettier in the nighttime with all the lights lighting up the sky.ย 
With Seonghwaโ€™s help, you found seven ornaments - one for each of you. You picked one for yourself and your parents, while Seonghwa picked one for himself, his dad, his sister, and his mom. They were simple, the designs looking like they were supposed to be snowflakes, but they all looked different.
While Seonghwa paid for the ornaments, you looked at other Christmas decorations. There were all kinds of decorations, everything from the most elegant and minimalistic to the downright ugly.ย 
You stood with an elf in your hands, admiring how cute it was when another wave of pain suddenly hit your lower region. Despite living with it for years, you somehow never get used to it. You winced in pain, trying to keep a straight face when you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder.
โ€œYou alright?โ€ Seonghwa sounded worried, but you just nodded. You put down the elf and put on your best smile.
โ€œIโ€™m fine, donโ€™t worry about it.โ€ย 
As he opens the door for you, he still looks worried. You make your way to your car, and he unlocks it. Just as you grab the handle, you're hit with another wave of pain. You hold yourself on the stomach, slightly leaning forward, hoping to ease the discomfort. You quickly try to ignore the feeling and get into the car.
โ€œAre you sure youโ€™re okay?โ€ Seonghwa looks at you from the driverโ€™s seat. โ€œAre you sick? Is it your ankle?โ€ The questions fly out of him like thereโ€™s no tomorrow, but you shake your head, not wanting to draw attention.
โ€œNo, no.. Itโ€™s fine. Just go.โ€ย 
โ€œDo you need to pee? Are you hungry? Do you-โ€
โ€œFor the love of all great things, just drive, Seonghwa.โ€ You donโ€™t mean to make it sound rude, but the words left your mouth before you could even think.
Seonghwa responds with a deep sigh, before starting the car. โ€œWe need to get gas before we continue on, weโ€™re running out.โ€ย 
Silence fills the air as he drives to a gas station not far away from the city. He gets out of the car and starts filling it up with the gas you need. A short moment goes by before he opens the door to reach for his wallet, but you stop him.
โ€œI can pay for the gas.โ€ You say, looking for your wallet in your bag.ย 
โ€œItโ€™s fine, Iโ€™ll pay. Wait here.โ€ His voice is cold and you watch him as he makes his way into the gas station. You sigh to yourself, annoyed that you lash out without thinking, when in fact, Seonghwa was just being nice. He was probably just worried about your foot like he had been ever since you fell. He has never shown this amount of worry for you, so it did surprise you when he took so much care of you and volunteered to drive with you to the city.ย 
Youโ€™re too focused on your thoughts to notice Seonghwa coming back, and entering the car. You look at him but are suddenly surprised when a small white bag is placed on your lap. He turns on the engine and drives away from the gas station.ย 
Curious and confused, you look in the bag, and you canโ€™t believe what you see. Itโ€™s filled with Advils, chocolate bars, juice, water, pads, and a package of menstrual cramp relief heating pads.ย 
You have no idea how to react. Emotions everywhere, you almost want to cry, but you donโ€™t. You just look at him and stare at his side profile as he focuses on driving your car.
โ€œThank you..โ€ You say with a low voice.
โ€œYouโ€™re welcome.โ€
Another silence.
โ€œHow did you know?โ€ You ask.
โ€œIโ€™ve grown up with a mom and an older sister. Iโ€™m very much aware of periods and that people with periods go through pain.โ€ His voice is turning softer as he speaks, not as cold as before. You look into the bag again and grab the heating pads, not sure how to use them.
Youโ€™ve used your heating pillow for ages, but of course, forgot to bring it on the trip.
โ€œThey heat up and relax the muscles in your lower abdomen so youโ€™ll be in less pain,โ€ Seonghwa explains like he knows how to read your mind. โ€œIโ€™ve heard. I havenโ€™t tried it for myself, for obvious reasons, but my sister always uses these.โ€ His gaze shifts between the heating pads in your hands and the road.
โ€œThank you..โ€ You say once again. You feel like youโ€™re thanking him a lot on this trip. โ€œAnd Iโ€™m sorry.โ€ You look at him, feeling bad for snapping at him when he just wanted to know if you were okay. His eyes meet yours, and after a few seconds, he sends you a smile.
โ€œItโ€™s okay. Donโ€™t worry about it.โ€ย 
The annoying smile of his sends a feeling to your stomach again. The same warm, strange feeling you also felt earlier with him this week. Your breath hitches from the feeling, and you shake your head to yourself.
Itโ€™s nothing.
Donโ€™t think about it.
***
The day after, you decided to take things a bit slow. You wanted to join the others on the slopes, but your body was simply too worn out. But that didnโ€™t stop you from spending time at the cafรฉ, located at the bottom of the slope. You decided to bring a book as you sat in the corner, watching people enter from being up on the slopes. They were all in their ski attire, ready to conquer the slopes after getting something to drink.ย 
The door to the cozy cafe opened and you'd recognize that helmet anywhere. Seonghwa entered by himself, taking the helmet off his head as he walked to the desk to order. You saw his eyes roaming the cafรฉ, so you decided to focus on your book, deciding to look busy. You only read a few lines before a voice caught your attention.
โ€œHey, sunshine,โ€ Seonghwaโ€™s voice said, placing his helmet on the other bench at your table. โ€œWhat are you doing here?โ€
โ€œGot bored at the cottage.โ€ You shrug.
He took off his big jacket and placed it on one of your seats as well. โ€œMind if I join you here?โ€ Seonghwa asks as he basically has already taken over half the space at your table.
โ€œNo, go ahead.โ€ You answer before he goes back to the desk to order. Your eyes are about to scan the book again when a new voice interrupts.
โ€œExcuse me..โ€ The voice says, and you look up to see a girl around the same age as you. She looks sweet and pretty, and very innocent. โ€œSorry, but are you dating him?โ€ She asks shyly while pointing at Seonghwa.ย 
โ€œUhm, no.โ€ You shake your head, slightly confused.
โ€œDo you know if heโ€™s dating anyone?โ€
โ€œI don't think so.โ€ You explain, telling her the truth. You have no idea what his dating life is like, but you don't think he is.
โ€œOh, okay.. I just didnโ€™t want to shoot my shot if you were his girlfriend.โ€ She smiles, before excusing herself again. Your eyes watch as she approaches Seonghwa, but youโ€™re unable to hear what is being said between them. All you see is Seonghwa suddenly darting his eyes at you as the girl is speaking, and you look back into your book. Youโ€™re not getting further with your book, because Seonghwa comes back not long after.
โ€œHere.โ€ He says as he places a mug of hot cocoa in front of you. He puts one down for himself as well before sitting down at the table. You donโ€™t recall asking him to get you this, but the fact that he did it was nice.. or whatever.
โ€œThank you,โ€ Your eyes scan the cocoa, topped with whipped cream and cinnamon. โ€œSo.. Did you get her number?โ€ You ask, eying him carefully to hear his response.
โ€œWhat?โ€ He responded like he didnโ€™t just talk to a girl who was clearly interested in him.
โ€œThat girl.. She came to me and asked if you were dating anyone and wanted to shoot your shot with you. So?โ€
He shook his head, grabbing a spoon to scoop some whipped cream from his drink. โ€œI didnโ€™t get her number. I thanked her for the opportunity, but Iโ€™m not interested.โ€
You donโ€™t know why but this makes you slightly confused. Everyone could tell that Seonghwa was a beautiful human being, and itโ€™s not the first time you've seen someone attempt to flirt with him. This makes you realize that you donโ€™t know anything about his relationships, hookups, or people he has crushed on in the past. He had never brought anyone with him as his partner, but that didnโ€™t mean he didnโ€™t have one. Youโ€™ve just never heard about them.
โ€œWhy? You have someone waiting at home?โ€ You ask, feeling weirdly comfortable having this conversation.
โ€œI donโ€™t know, do I?โ€ A smirk tugs on his lips before he brings the spoon with whipped cream to his mouth. Your brows shoot together, feeling confused.ย 
โ€œHow should I know?โ€ You ask as you grab a spoonful of whipped cream as well.ย 
โ€œI donโ€™t know. But to answer your question; Iโ€™m not interested in anyone. As Iโ€™ve said before, youโ€™re the only one that can handle me.โ€ The smirk only grows on his face, and you know what heโ€™s doing.ย 
It wasnโ€™t new for Seonghwa to throw these kinds of comments your way, especially with a smirk evident on his face. He knows sending flirty remarks your way would make you uncomfortable (in the beginning), but youโ€™ve gotten so used to it that you canโ€™t help but laugh. Itโ€™s obvious that he only does it to be annoying, but a sarcastic laugh still finds its way out of you.
โ€œRight, could you imagine? Us dating?โ€ You joke.
โ€œWould it be terrible?โ€ He asks, teeth showing from smiling.
โ€œWe would rip off each other's heads within a week.โ€ You answer confidently.ย 
โ€œWhat would you do if we got married?โ€
โ€œDivorce you.โ€
This makes him laugh, a sound that is so incredibly addicting that itโ€™s annoying. Yet you can't help but smile.
โ€œSee thatโ€™s what I mean. Only you would say that.โ€ Seonghwa argues like heโ€™s actually serious about this topic.
โ€œLike you wouldnโ€™t do the same.โ€ You roll your eyes, scooping another spoonful of whipped cream. You knew that if you and Seonghwa were married, it would probably turn into a competition of who could sign the divorce papers first. Yes, you and Seonghwa have gotten closer on this trip, and youโ€™ll admit; he has been doing some very nice things to you. But youโ€™re convinced he would never actually consider taking this a step further. Youโ€™re not his type, you know that.ย 
Seonghwa leans forward towards you, speaking in a volume that makes this seem like an important topic.
โ€œBe honest with me, you couldnโ€™t ever see us dating?โ€
The fact that heโ€™s still talking about this, is making you question everything.
โ€œI donโ€™t know, is it important?โ€ You shrug.
โ€œItโ€™s a simple question.โ€ He leans his head slightly to the side, questioning you.ย 
โ€œCould you see us dating?โ€ You ask back.
โ€œI asked you first.โ€
He leans back in his seat, waiting for your answer. The answer is simple, right? Yet you donโ€™t know why youโ€™re not spitting out a hard โ€œnoโ€. Instead, youโ€™re taking your time, reading his body language, trying to figure out how to answer this the best way.
โ€œI mean.. Thereโ€™s a lot of things to take into consideration when talking about topics like that- what?โ€ You ask in the middle of your sentence when you see a smile growing on his face like heโ€™s entertained.
โ€œJust answer yes or no.โ€ย 
โ€œThenโ€ฆ No.โ€ You finally answer.
โ€œWhy not?โ€ย 
Growing tired of him questioning you about this like itโ€™s actually important, you release a deep sigh and close your book. โ€œBecause youโ€™re a menace 92% of the time.โ€ย 
The topic is making your hands sweaty and your mouth dry for some unknown reason. You grab your hot cocoa after eating most of the whipped cream on top, blowing on the drink so you wonโ€™t burn yourself.ย 
โ€œAnd the remaining 8%?โ€ He asks, also taking his hot cocoa in his hands.
You scan his face for a moment, trying to figure out the best answer without boosting his ego too much. โ€œYouโ€™re bearable.โ€
โ€œI can work with that.โ€ He shrugs with a smirk before taking a sip of his drink.
***
Seonghwa decided to join you on your way back to the cottage after drinking the hot cocoa. You donโ€™t mind it, now having a feeling that you can actually have a normal conversation with him.
Itโ€™s a Christmas miracle.ย 
โ€œHave you ever watched the Gringe? You two are like the same person.โ€ Seonghwa enters the living room and throws himself on the couch next to you.
Nevermind.
You roll your eyes, not sparing him a glance. "Funny." You say.ย 
You fix the heating pad on your stomach, feeling the pain slowly fading away. He notices your hands on your stomach and the crumbled chocolate wrap next to you.
โ€œYou know, thereโ€™s another way to get rid of period pain.โ€ He says, and you feel his eyes on you.ย 
"I canโ€™t believe that Iโ€™m asking you, out of all people, but what?โ€ You turn your head to look at him, and a smirk suddenly makes its way to his lips.
โ€œOrgasms.โ€
You throw your head back along with a deep sigh. โ€œYou just had to, didnโ€™t you? You just had to make it sexual?โ€ Your reaction makes him laugh, a sound youโ€™ve gotten awfully used to the last few days.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m being deadly serious, though. Itโ€™s scientifically proven.โ€ He sits up more straight and turns to look at you. โ€œIt obviously doesnโ€™t have to be done by a partner, you can do it by yourself. Iโ€™m just saying..โ€ He ends it with a shrug and holds his hands up in defense.
โ€œWell thank you, but no thank you.โ€
โ€œJust thought Iโ€™d share my knowledge with you.. Also to let you know that I completely understand if the pain gets too much and you need to.. you know.โ€ The smirk is evident in his voice, but you just send him a glare.
โ€œI repeat.. Thank you, but no thank you.โ€
โ€œAlright..โ€ He lies down on the couch again and a silence surrounds you. You turn your head to look at him but are met with a smirk and you donโ€™t have to think twice to know what heโ€™s thinking about.ย 
โ€œSeonghwa, I will knock you on your fat ass if you even think about it.โ€
Another laugh escapes him, and you canโ€™t help but smile at the sound. โ€œAlright, alright.. Sorry.โ€
Before you actually knock him out, your parents enter the cottage along with Seonghwaโ€™s dad. Not even a minute goes by before your mom is in the living room, a huge smile on her face and eyes on you.
โ€œHoney! You never guess what happened!โ€ Her excitement steals both your and Seonghwaโ€™s attention. โ€œWe were at the ski resort, and we met the waiter from dinner the other night!โ€ Sheโ€™s practically jumping and clapping, overly excited about this.
โ€œOh, really?โ€ You say, slightly confused. You havenโ€™t thought much about the waiter since the dinner. He was really cute and seemed to give you a new form of attention, but for some reason, your mind has been a little.. occupied the last few days.
โ€œYes, and he immediately recognized us and he asked for your number!โ€ Her words almost make your eyes pop out of your skull.
โ€œMy number?โ€ย 
โ€œI wasnโ€™t sure if you wanted it, but I saw the way he looked at you at dinner,โ€ She wiggled her eyebrows, acting like the ultimate wingwoman. โ€œInstead I asked for his on your behalf, then you can text him if youโ€™d like. He said he would like to take you to dinner before we leave.โ€ She handed you a napkin with a number and his name on it, and you looked at it for a few seconds, contemplating how you should feel.
โ€œOh.. Cool, thanks.โ€
You were happy, of course you were. A guy who looks incredibly cute is requesting to take you out to dinner. Whatโ€™s not to like?
But for some reason, a teeny tiny piece of you donโ€™t want this. But a dinner with him wonโ€™t hurt anyone, right?ย 
***
Itโ€™s been a few days since you got the waiterโ€™s phone number. You made the decision to text him later that night, thanking him for being such a good waiter on the first night. The conversation then escalated to him inviting you to dinner the day after tomorrow, on the 23rd. A lot of thoughts roamed your mind, wondering if you should do it or not. He was really nice, and seemed like a good guy, so why werenโ€™t you ecstatic about this?
You ended up saying yes, throwing yourself out there. Itโ€™s just a date. Besides, he probably lives in the area and you live a few hours away. Most likely, this wonโ€™t even work out, but a fun night out could be needed.
Youโ€™ve also had a nice few days, feeling extremely happy. Your period is over, your ankle is feeling better and everyone seems to be in a good mood. The other day, your mom even commented on the fact that you and Seonghwa arenโ€™t bickering as much as you used to. You didnโ€™t know what to say about that, quickly changing the topic of conversation.
Itโ€™s not like you had an answer to that, anyway.ย 
You walk down the stairs, about to head to the kitchen when something catches your eye. You stop in your tracks and look into the living room. All by himself, Seonghwa is standing next to the Christmas tree, looking at one specific ornament. Slowly, you make your way towards him, watching as his fingers trace the ornament.
โ€œHi.โ€ You say in a low volume, trying not to startle him. He looks back at you, putting on his best smile, but you can tell something is roaming his mind.
โ€œHey.โ€ His gaze returns to the ornament, and you quickly realize itโ€™s the one he chose for his mom when you and him were shopping for Christmas ornaments. Itโ€™s elegant, simple, and definitely her style.
โ€œItโ€™s pretty.โ€ You say, keeping your eyes on the snowflake.
โ€œYeah.. I feel like she would have chosen this one.โ€ Seonghwaโ€™s eyes still don't leave it, and heโ€™s watching it with so much love. Like heโ€™s actually looking at his mom.
โ€œShe did. Through you.โ€ You look away from the ornament and turn to look at him. Even more love shines through his eyes, and you canโ€™t stop looking at him. You can tell he is thinking about his mom and all she did for him - which was a lot. She was a wonderful mom who did anything for her kids. When Seonghwa was a kid, she never missed a football game, she supported him and his sister with everything and kept a smile on her face during anything.ย 
โ€œShe loved Christmas,โ€ Seonghwa says, clearly thinking of memories with his mom. โ€œShe loved coming here to the cottage, celebrating the holidays with you and your family. It was when she was the happiest.โ€ His gaze finally leaves the snowflake decorating the tree, looking to meet your eyes.
You canโ€™t help but think of the memories with her either. โ€œShe defined Christmas for me. I remember when we were visiting you guys in the summertime, she would make us look through the photo albums of earlier Christmases.โ€ You find yourself laughing with Seonghwa at the memory, clearly remembering how much she loves Christmas.
โ€œYeah.. she was really into making memories. She loved it,โ€ His smile froze before it slowly fell again, something clearly replacing the happy thoughts. โ€œIronic, how thatโ€™s the only thing I have of her now.โ€ Sadness appears in his voice, as his eyes go back to the ornament.ย 
โ€œThatโ€™s not true, Seonghwa,โ€ You shake your head, suddenly getting the urge to grab his hand, but you donโ€™t. โ€œYou have all the pictures, you wear her necklace, and you have us. And I know sheโ€™s here with us. Do you really think she wouldnโ€™t be here with you for Christmas? She would never do that.โ€ You have to fight yourself not to have tears in your eyes, but it gets even harder when Seonghwa looks at you with glistening eyes.ย 
Seonghwa takes in a deep breath of air and looks up at the ceiling. He blinks a few times like heโ€™s trying his best not to cry in front of you, but you somehow wish he would. You want him to know that itโ€™s okay. That itโ€™s okay to cry and miss her. Because you do too, and you canโ€™t even imagine how much pain he feels every day, not being able to touch her. Talk to her. Be with her.
He releases his breath of air and looks back down at you. โ€œThank you.โ€
His eyes are still glistening, but it feels nice talking to him about this. Youโ€™ve never talked much about his motherโ€™s passing, not being good at expressing emotions to one another. But this trip has opened up something for both of you, allowing you to talk about your feelings.ย 
Feeling slightly restless, you send him one last smile, before turning around.ย 
โ€œWait..โ€ Seonghwa stops you before you manage to walk away, and you turn around as you wait for him to say something. His eyes flicker for a moment as he tries to figure out how to word the thoughts in his head. โ€œIโ€™m sorry.โ€
The apology came out of nowhere, making your brows shoot together in question.
โ€œFor?โ€
He takes another moment to collect his thoughts.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry for how Iโ€™ve been acting the last few..โ€ He looks up to think but scoffs at himself. โ€œThe last few years, at this point.โ€ He looks deep into your eyes, wanting you to know that heโ€™s not messing around right now. โ€œIโ€™ve said some mean things and Iโ€™ve been way over the line and you didnโ€™t deserve that. I guess after my mom passed, I held so much anger inside of me because I regretted so many things when it came to her. So instead of dealing with it in a healthy way, I took it out on you. And donโ€™t ask me why, because I donโ€™t know, honestly. Maybe it was because you reminded me of her with your kind personality and everything, and so it just made me angry that she wasnโ€™t here..โ€ He looked down between you, gathering his thoughts before continuing.
โ€œEither way, it doesnโ€™t make it okay, and Iโ€™m really sorry if Iโ€™ve said some things to upset you.. Which I know I have, but I canโ€™t remember all of them.โ€ Seonghwa tries to send you a smile, but it ends up looking a little awkward.ย 
You didnโ€™t expect this at all. Your mouth feels dry from this big apology, not knowing what to say. A part of you always sensed that his motherโ€™s passing triggered something in him to make him angry with you, but you didnโ€™t know why. And it seemed like he didnโ€™t either, but you could tell that he was genuinely sorry.ย 
You send him a smile, not wanting him to feel bad anymore.ย 
โ€œThank you. And Iโ€™m sorry too if Iโ€™ve ever said something back in rage.โ€ You apologize, knowing for sure that youโ€™ve said some things to him that weren't very nice either.
โ€œYou donโ€™t have to apologize, I probably deserved it.โ€ Seonghwa tries to joke, forcing a smile. โ€œI just donโ€™t want my mom to be disappointed with me.โ€
Once again, your heart breaks for him. You know how much she meant to him.
โ€œSeonghwa, your mom was an amazing and beautiful woman. She raised you and your sister to be good people, and you are. The two of us have not always gotten along the best, but if it wasnโ€™t for you, I probably wouldnโ€™t even be able to stand up right now, hadnโ€™t you taken so much care of my ankle. You bought me a bunch of stuff to help me get through my period. Or last year when I fell on my skis and I couldnโ€™t walk, I know you were the one who bought me my favorite brownies because no one knows I love them but you. Or three years ago when my car crashed, you drove me to the mechanic and when I had to pay a week later, you had paid for it and asked them to lie and tell me I had won some stupid competition that made it free.โ€
โ€œWhy do you think I paid for it?โ€
โ€œI knew something was up so I asked for the details and they couldnโ€™t lie anymore. I saw the payment. P.S.H written with your bank account number.โ€ You explained, making his eyes flicker.
โ€œWell.. You didnโ€™t have a job at the time.โ€ He started excusing, but it only proved your point further.
โ€œExactly. And thatโ€™s what I mean, Seonghwa. Your mom could never be disappointed with you, because even though the two of us werenโ€™t even friends, you still helped me, and you help everyone around you. Your mom loves you, and I know sheโ€™s watching over you with nothing but care. She would be really proud of you.โ€ย 
This is what pushes Seonghwa over the edge. He looks away from you and a sob escapes him. For the first time, you see Seonghwa cry. Not even right after his mom passed did you see him cry. But now, you see tears cover his cheeks, despite him desperately trying to hide his face with his hands.ย 
Doing something youโ€™ve never done, you take a few steps closer to him and wrap your arms around his waist to hug him. This is not about the past, how much you used to fight, or if youโ€™re even friends. Right now, heโ€™s crying because of the loss of his mother, and you need to be there for him.
You feel Seonghwa wrap his arms around you too, fully accepting this as he tries to control his sobs. Your head is pressed against his chest, and youโ€™re able to hear his heart pounding fast. Itโ€™s a sound so intimate and it only makes you want to be closer to him. To hear him talk for hours about what is roaming his mind, no matter how emotional it might get.
You donโ€™t know how long youโ€™re hugging him, but his sobs quietly die down, and his heart starts to beat at a normal pace.ย 
โ€œThank you.โ€ He mumbles in your embrace, and you pull back to see his eyes slightly red and puffy. Youโ€™re not ready to leave him yet, not wanting him to be alone.
โ€œAre you busy?โ€ You suddenly ask. He seems a little taken aback by your sudden question but shakes his head.
โ€œNo.โ€
โ€œDo you want to watch โ€˜Home Aloneโ€™ with me?โ€ You point to the TV, thinking this would be a good way to end the day. A smile creeps up on his lips, and he nods.
โ€œYeah, Iโ€™d like that.โ€
***
Everyone has gone to bed, and after spending what feels like hours being nervous about your date in two days, you decide to head to bed. After changing into your oversized nightshirt, you carefully make your way to the bathroom. You make sure not to make too much noise so you wonโ€™t wake up the rest, and start getting ready to brush your teeth.ย 
Suddenly the door to the bathroom opens, and Seonghwa walks in, unaware that youโ€™re here.
โ€œOh sorry, I thought you had gone to bed.โ€ He excuses, stopping his tracks. You canโ€™t help but notice how heโ€™s only in his sweatpants, his bare chest visible. You have to fight everything in you not to look down at his naked torso, but itโ€™s almost impossible.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m about to.โ€ You say, holding the toothbrush in hand.
โ€œCan I brush my teeth?โ€ He asks, pointing at his toothbrush by the sink.
โ€œSure.โ€ You answer, taking a step away to give him some space.. and not to be too close to him, because he looks better than you imagined, and you're not sure how to behave right now.ย 
He walks to the sink, and as you brush your teeth, you slowly find your eyes traveling to him. Youโ€™ve seen his chest before, but that was years ago when you went to the beach as teens. But now, seeing him as an adult, heโ€™s completely changed. Heโ€™s slender with a thin waist, but still lean and muscles visible. His sweatpants are hanging low, making you able to see his entire abdomen and down to the top of his pelvis area through the mirror.ย 
Never have you seen him like this before, but itโ€™s definitely doing something to you. You feel something in your stomach, the same thing youโ€™ve felt before. And itโ€™s making you want to go absolutely crazy.
But little do you know that Seonghwa is doing anything in his power not to look at you. When he walked out and saw you in your big oversized t-shirt, covering your entire upper body and stopping right at the thighs, he thought that would be the end of him. Your hair is in a messy bun and you look so cozy and comfortable in your shirt. Heโ€™s not sure if youโ€™re wearing something underneath, but it doesnโ€™t look like it, and that alone is making his mind go to places it shouldnโ€™t.ย 
Does he feel your eyes on him? Of course, he does.ย 
And itโ€™s making him go crazy.
But he canโ€™t look at you or react, because heโ€™s doing everything in his power to think of other things than you, or else a certain part of him would get very.. excited, and in these gray sweatpants, it will be more visible than normal.ย 
You finish brushing your teeth before him, and you take a step towards the sink. Heโ€™s giving you space by taking a step back, but he shouldnโ€™t have done that. Now he has a complete view of you as youโ€™re bending over to spit in the sink, and your shirt slightly raises, still not giving the impression that youโ€™re wearing something underneath.ย 
Heโ€™s about to stop brushing his teeth so he can go back to his room, not being able to stay here a minute longer, but youโ€™re meeting his eyes through the mirror and you send him a relaxed smile.
โ€œGoodnight.โ€ You say just above a whisper.
โ€œGoodnight.โ€ He replies, and you walk back to your room before he can leave. You didnโ€™t get to do your skincare or brush your hair, you just had to get out of there.ย 
His body was looking amazing, and afraid of suddenly embarrassing yourself, you had to leave.ย 
After waiting for a few minutes in your room for him to leave, you finally got the chance to finish your night routine. When you opened your door, you found that the bathroom was unoccupied. So, you tiptoed your way back and completed your routine, brushing your hair, doing your nightly skincare routine, and ensuring that you are completely prepared before returning to your room.
Stepping back into the hallway, you walk past the closed door to Seonghwaโ€™s room, but stop when you hear a certain sound.ย 
A soft grunt came from the other side of the door, only to be followed by a light moan. Your immediate thought is to walk away, but for some reason, you couldnโ€™t get yourself to move. Seonghwa's voice released another moan, sounding so soft and somehow rough at the same time, and before you knew it, your thoughts were running wild. Without realizing it, you take a step closer to his door to get a better listen.
You shouldn't be doing this. But as another moan escapes from behind the door, your heart races. Seonghwaโ€™s voice sounds so mild and soft as these moans continue on, making you picture what he looks like.ย 
His gray sweatpants pulled down slightly as he strokes himself. Bare chest and in his bed, eyes closed as he bites his lip to quiet down the sounds. His hair messy, possibly sweat starting to form on his forehead.
Moan.
Shivers all over your body from the picture your mind just created. You know he looks absolutely gorgeous because he always does. But this is making you go crazier than ever before, and a sudden need for him is taking over you.
A creaking from the floor underneath you woke you up from your daydreaming, and a longer pause from the moans filled the air. Panic rises inside of you, so you hurry back to your own room. Closing the door behind you, your heart beats fast against your chest.ย 
Not-so-innocent thoughts still roam your mind as you get under the sheets. Hopefully, he didnโ€™t hear you outside. If he did, youโ€™ll just say you went to the bathroom.ย 
But never has this happened before, making you wonder what wouldโ€™ve happened if he caught you listening.ย 
Before you know it, youโ€™re in a deep sleep, the last thing you think of is Seonghwa.
***
The texts between you and the waiter have been rather superficial so far, not exactly knowing what to talk about yet. Hopefully, the talk will be smooth when youโ€™re on the actual date.
Another day has gone and you went to the city to spend some time and buy some last Christmas gifts. The entire day was spent walking, and you'll admit that your ankle was starting to hurt. You tried pushing away the pain but ended up driving home.
This resulted in you saying no to having dinner in the city. It was your dad's idea, but even the thought of walking anymore was already hurting your ankle, so you told the others to just enjoy a nice dinner in the city.ย 
Surprised, Seonghwa didnโ€™t join the rest either. You only overheard him telling them to have a nice evening, and then your parents left, along with Seonghwaโ€™s dad. You knew theyโ€™d have a great time, probably going out for drinks after dinner.
Or so you hoped, because it was now 9:30 in the evening, and they were still not home yet.ย 
You switched the TV channel in the living room. Seonghwa walked in, sat down, and watched in silence.
Of course, you hadnโ€™t mentioned anything about your little meeting in the bathroom last night and what it led to for you. And thankfully, he hadnโ€™t either, so you were able to wake up today with a fresh mind.
โ€œWhy didnโ€™t you wanna go out with the others?โ€ You asked, changing to another channel again.
โ€œDidnโ€™t feel like going out tonight..โ€ He shrugged. Neither of you said anything for a few moments, only looking for something interesting to watch. Every channel showed the same kind of low-budget Christmas movies on every channel, except one channel with a weird dating show called โ€˜Date My Momโ€™.
โ€œSo..โ€ Seonghwa starts saying next to you, a few seconds of silence as you continue changing channels. โ€œYouโ€™re gonna have dinner with that waiter?โ€ย 
โ€œYeah.. Weโ€™re going out tomorrow,โ€ You respond, not looking at him. Just thinking of it, your heart starts to beat a little faster. The dating scene has always been uncomfortable to you, having gone on some awful dates in the past. โ€œIโ€™m a little nervous, I overthink everything. What to eat, what to wear..โ€ You take a moment to think, considering your choices of clothes. You didnโ€™t pack much fancy clothes, but you did have some options. โ€œMaybe I could wear that red dress from the other night?โ€ You think loud to yourself.
โ€œNo.โ€ Seonghwa says.
โ€œNo?โ€ Your gaze turns to him. โ€œWhy? I thought it was pretty..โ€
โ€œI guess, but he has already seen that dress on you.โ€ He shrugs, and you guess he has a point. But it is your favorite dress, and you feel confident in it. That makes a question pop into your head.
โ€œNow that weโ€™re at the topic and you're a guy; do guys notice what girls are wearing and remember it? Or do they not care?โ€ You fully donโ€™t care whatโ€™s on the TV now, turning your body towards Seonghwa to hopefully get some tips for tomorrow. Plus, youโ€™re also just curious.
โ€œOh, we notice.โ€ Seonghwa sounds confident in his answer, looking at you with a cocky smile.
โ€œBut donโ€™t you just remember it on girls youโ€™re interested in or girls in general?โ€
โ€œIt depends, the same way you do for guys,โ€ He looks back at the screen, but your eyes staring at him, has his head turned to you, looking slightly confused. โ€œWhat?โ€
โ€œHave you ever put thought into what I was wearing?โ€ You ask without holding back. Two weeks ago, you wouldnโ€™t have asked Seonghwa this question. But you and Seonghwa have gotten closer on this trip, so you felt like you could ask him without making it weird.
โ€œMaybe.โ€
He answers like it isnโ€™t a big deal, but your eyes nearly pop out of your skull.ย 
โ€œReally? What was I wearing?โ€ Your whole body is now turned towards him, curious to know his answer.
โ€œI think weโ€™re gonna end this conversation here. Goodnight.โ€ He stands up from the couch and makes his way to the stairs.
โ€œSeonghwa! Please.โ€
โ€œNo, youโ€™re just gonna rub it in my face. Goodnight!โ€ His back is still turned to you as he reaches the stairs.
โ€œNoo, I promise I wonโ€™t!โ€ย 
He stops in his tracks, releasing a deep sigh. He looks back at you, looking slightly annoyed. "Goodnightโ€ฆ โ€œ His words are harsh, but when he turns around to walk up the stairs, he takes a moment, before looking back at you again. โ€œThe red dress.โ€
A subtle smirk appears on his lips before he disappears up the stairs, leaving you frozen on the couch. The way his eyes held a hint of something unknown, something hidden, made your heart beat faster than normal.
You donโ€™t realize youโ€™ve been staring at nothing for a few minutes before you decide to head upstairs as well. A shower is necessary, so you head to the bathroom and take a well-deserved shower. Your eyes linger on Seonghwaโ€™s door for a few seconds before walking into the bathroom. The seating area in the shower makes it take a bit longer than normal since you enjoy sitting there a bit too much under the warm water. In your defense, your ankle hurts when you stand up too long.
Finishing up in the shower, you realize that you forgot your night clothes in your room. With a sigh, you dry yourself off and wrap the towel around your body before hurrying into your room. You close your door behind you, and just as youโ€™re about to reach for something to put on, your eyes notice something red lying by itself on the chair.ย 
A smirk spreads on your lips as your hands reach for your red dress, slowly putting it on. You smile to yourself when you see yourself in nothing but the dress Seonghwa just admitted to think of. Silently walking out of your room, you find yourself in the dimmed-lit hallway. A few knocks on the closed door in front of you have your heart beat a little faster than normally, but the thought of teasing a little is just what you need.
The door opens and Seonghwa comes into the frame, bare chest, and gray sweatpants. The same look as yesterday with the sweatpants hanging dangerously low. Just a second passed after seeing you in the red dress in front of his door, and he was sighing deeply.
โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€ He asks, annoyed.ย 
You smile teasingly, looking down at yourself. โ€œI was just trying out clothes for the date, and youโ€™re sure I shouldnโ€™t wear this?โ€ Your hands run down the sides of your waist and to your hips, focusing on the way the dress hugs your body.
โ€œAre you trying to piss me off or do you actually wanna know what I think?โ€ Seonghwaโ€™s eyes flicker down to your hips for a second before going back to your eyes and staying there. Like he wonโ€™t let you win this one.
โ€œA little bit of both maybe?โ€ You smirk, and suddenly your eyes lose the fight, slowly sinking down to his chest. Right now, you know you're in deep water. It's a dangerous game you've decided to play, but it's somehow making you want to do this even more.
But realizing that you arenโ€™t being as tough as you imagined youโ€™d be, you look up to see him starting to smirk like he knows what youโ€™re thinking, โ€œI think..โ€ He steps out of his room, slowly approaching you until youโ€™re pressed up against the wall behind you. โ€œYouโ€™re playing a game with me. But itโ€™s not working, Red dress. Go to bed.โ€ Seonghwa then turns around, but without thinking, you grab his arm and pull him back. He rolls his eyes, sounding annoyed. โ€œWhat do you want me to say? That I think youโ€™re attractive?โ€ย 
โ€œDo you?โ€
The question throws him off for a second, but he fights the tug on his lips at your bravery. Youโ€™re never this pushy, itโ€™s always him โ€œflirtingโ€ in the most unhinged way, so this is a thrill to see.
โ€œYouโ€™re a menace.โ€
โ€œDo you?โ€ You try again.
Seonghwa spends a few seconds with flickering eyes, trying to read your gaze and contemplating what to say. Choosing not to give you the satisfaction, he releases himself from your soft grip. โ€œGoodnight.โ€ He says with a soft voice before turning around to walk away.
โ€œAre you scared?โ€ You challenge.
His body stops, muscles on the back tensing. โ€œYou really are trying to piss me off,โ€ He says as he turns around, quickly moving closer to you. You suck in a harsh breath, backing up against the wall when heโ€™s suddenly back in front of you.
โ€œI think that your body looks amazing in that dress,โ€ He starts, eyes looking down on your body. His voice is just above a whisper as he leans in. โ€œThe color matches your hair perfectly, the cut on the front, the back showing just enough skin..โ€ His fingers trace your waist and mixed with the way his low voice describes the dress on you, you feel the goosebumps all over your skin. He seems to notice your reaction because a scoff leaves his lips, but he doesnโ€™t stop tracing his fingers on the fabric. โ€œHonestly speaking, if I were the man who was to date you while you are wearing this dress, Iโ€™d have a time figuring out whether I would rather rip it off you or fuck you in it,โ€
You completely stop breathing at this point. This is not like the other times he has said some shit like this. He means it.
Seonghwa leans further towards you, and you feel his lips slightly grace your ear. โ€œBut Iโ€™m not that man, so it doesnโ€™t matter,โ€ He whispers before leaning back, looking into your eyes. โ€œThere, I said it. Happy now?โ€ย 
Not knowing what to do or say, you just look into his dark eyes. You thought you had this when you knocked on his door, but he has you completely wrapped around his finger. A smirk spreads on his lips, and you feel his finger under your chin, tilting your head upwards. The expression of lust is so evident in his eyes.
โ€œAre you scared?โ€ He challenges, leaning in, but he doesn't kiss you. You feel his breath, you can almost feel how it is to kiss him, but he doesnโ€™t do it. Heโ€™s playing with you. Heโ€™s doing what the two of you do best, and he wants you to take it to the next step.
And that you do.
Fed up with the teasing, you lean in and crash your lips against his. Like youโ€™ve both been longing for each other, you wrap your arms around the other to get as close as possible. Seonghwaโ€™s tongue slips in between your lips, and you let him have you as much as you suddenly crave him.
A subtle moan comes from Seonghwa, and youโ€™re reminded of overhearing his moans. Getting even more turned on, you take one of his hands that is wrapped around your waist and guide it to your hips, silently telling him that you want this.ย 
The way your body fits perfectly in his hands leaves you even more thirsty for him.ย 
You feel his hand slide down to your thigh, slow fingers tracing your skin before you feel his touch at your heat.
The kiss breaks and Seonghwa looks down at you with a tiny crease in the middle of his forehead. โ€œYouโ€™re not wearing any underwear.. You wanted this to happen?โ€ย 
โ€œMaybe.โ€ You whisper, not knowing if you should feel confident or slightly embarrassed. But you know Seonghwa is into it when he smiles and you feel one of his fingers run between your folds.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re such a little slut, Iโ€™m gonna have to take care of you.โ€ He starts using two of his fingers to stimulate your clit, the feeling being absolutely addicting. You donโ€™t know if itโ€™s the feeling of doing something in the middle of the hallway or the fact that itโ€™s Seonghwa who is fingering you, but the pleasure is out of this world. Youโ€™re already wet, and Seonghwa notices, so he uses the opportunity to slide two of his slender fingers into you and a muffled moan escapes your mouth. A smirk reaches his lips. โ€œThe house is empty, moan all you want, baby.โ€
His fingers are long, and you canโ€™t help but clench around them. You feel him curl his fingers inside of you, hitting a spot you didnโ€™t know felt so good. Throwing your head back in an attempt to keep yourself from going insane, Seonghwa takes the opportunity to kiss your neck. Another moan escapes your lips as you feel his fingers work in and out of you at a faster pace. His other hand keeps a grip on your waist, holding you steady.ย 
Every thought is lost in your brain as Seonghwa angles his fingers and makes sure to be knuckles deep into you. Him being the tease he is, he slows down the pace when you start feeling your orgasm build up in your stomach, resulting in you starting to ride his fingers yourself. You're earned with a smile from Seonghwa, as your arms wrap around him to keep you steady.
โ€œThat's it, ride my fingers, you're doing so good.โ€ He compliments. The way his low voice speaks makes you clench around his fingers again and the orgasm slowly starts forming in your stomach again. โ€œGonna cum already? You like having my fingers fuck you?โ€ย 
โ€œY-Yes.โ€ You manage to get out, but the orgasm approaches fast, faster than youโ€™ve ever tried before. โ€œFuck, Seonghwa, Iโ€™m gonna cum.โ€
โ€œCum for me, baby.โ€ He whispers and fastens the pace again. In a second, youโ€™re doing everything you can to keep yourself on your legs as your orgasm approaches. The sounds of Seonghwaโ€™s fingers in your pussy are echoing through the hallway, followed by your loud moans. His name slips out between your lips and a smile tugs on his lips. โ€œThatโ€™s it, say my name.โ€
His eyes are studying your face as you ride your orgasm, not missing a glimpse of this moment. You meet his eyes, and he leans in to press his lips against yours. You then realize how much you missed his lips on yours already, and you feel him pull out his fingers to focus on the kiss. Tongues fighting for dominance, youโ€™re both hungry for each other.ย 
โ€œWhat should I do with you?โ€ Seonghwa asks as he pulls back for a second.
Youโ€™re quick to answer. โ€œFuck me.โ€ย 
โ€œMy room or yours?โ€ย 
โ€œI donโ€™t care.โ€
Seonghwa is definitely taking the lead and guides you into your bedroom. Your brain is nothing but Seonghwa, so you couldn't care less which bed you end up in. Your lips are on his again as he moves you both to your bed. Suddenly feeling something behind your thighs, you feel Seonghwa push you back, landing on the bed, before crawling on top of you.ย 
His hands are all over your body, trying to touch every inch, when a groan escapes from the back of his throat. โ€œYou know what? Fuck this dress, take it off.โ€ Seonghwa then helps you up on your knees so you can get out of the dress, pulling it over your head. Seeing you completely naked in front of him, his smile only grows as he sees how stunning you look.ย 
Feeling overwhelmed, he grabs your face to kiss you as he stands next to the bed, you on your knees on the mattress. His bare skin under your fingers is driving you crazy, so as your tongue moves with his, you can't help but play with the elastic band around his waist, holding up the sweatpants. A growing bulge is making its appearance under the fabric. The thought of seeing every part of his body is making you feral, and he senses your neediness because he pulls back and looks down at your hands playing with the rim of his sweatpants.
โ€œI guess, technically, you still owe me telling you what to do for a day, because of our little bet and I wanna hear how fucking stupid you sound gagging on my dick. Can you do that?โ€ย 
Seonghwa knows exactly what to say, because something switches inside of you, and you canโ€™t wait to taste him. Feel him and have him all to yourself.ย 
You nod and lower yourself to pull down his sweatpants along with his boxers. The sight of his cock is absolutely astonishing. Itโ€™s way bigger than you thought, and the veins running up and down make it look so pretty. Feeling excited to make Seonghwa feel as good as he made you feel, you lean down and start tracing your tongue on his shaft. Starting from the bottom, tongue flat against his cock you lick all the way to the head where pre-cum is glistening, earning a moan from Seonghwa.ย 
Seonghwaโ€™s eyes don't leave you for a second, but he grows slightly impatient when you decide to tease a little. The tip of your tongue traces along the veins of his hard cock, not ever taking him fully into your mouth. Looking up into his eyes as you do so, you see him growing more and more frustrated, his breath getting more and more uneven. Suddenly, his hand grabs your hair and yanks it down so youโ€™re forced to look into his eyes. He bends down so your faces are close, having a look in his eyes you havenโ€™t seen before, but it turns you on even more.ย 
โ€œOne more tease and I will pin you down and pump you full of cum, understood?โ€ He speaks just above a whisper, and the thought of him doing this to you tempts you to continue teasing him, but a part of you wants to hear him praise you. To say how good you are for him, so you put him in your mouth and start moving your head. Heโ€™s stretching your mouth because of how wide he is, but youโ€™re determined to try and have all of him in your mouth.ย 
โ€œMmm, good girl. Just like that.โ€ Seonghwa praise makes you go faster, using your hands too. But wanting to see how much of him you can fit, you try to take all of him in your throat. Seonghwaโ€™s hands are in your hair, carefully guiding you. The taste of pre-cum runs down your throat, and you feel your nose hit his pubic area, taking all of him in your mouth. You feel tears stinging in your eyes, and suddenly a gagging sound comes from your throat. Seonghwa pulls back, leaving strings of a mix between spit and precum between you and his cock. Finally being able to breathe properly, you gasp for air and a scoff leaves Seonghwa. โ€œAww, is it too much for you?โ€
He almost sounds like heโ€™s mocking you, but you shake your head.
โ€œN-No..โ€ Your throat hurts a bit as you speak.
โ€œYou sound so cute,โ€ He caresses his thumb on your cheek, babying you like you didnโ€™t just choke on his cock. โ€œNow tell me.. How bad do you wanna do this?โ€ He pulls you up on your knees so youโ€™re face to face, his hands steadying you. One of his hands goes under your chin, thumb running over your lips to smear out his precum on your lips.
โ€œSo bad, Seonghwa. I want this.โ€ And you do. Youโ€™ve never felt so hungry for someone.
โ€œThatโ€™s it. Now be a good girl and sit on my dick,โ€ย 
It takes no time for you both to get onto the bed, Seonghwa lying down with you sitting on top of him. He strokes his cock a few times before lining it up at your entrance, teasing you.
โ€œYou think you can take this cock?โ€ He asks, looking deeply into your eyes. You want to scoff, knowing itโ€™s probably gonna be the biggest size youโ€™ve ever had in you, but you wonโ€™t feed his ego with that information.
โ€œPlease, donโ€™t think too highly of - ah!โ€ Your sentence is interrupted by Seonghwa pushing his cock inside of you, slowly stretching you out.ย 
โ€œSorry, what were you saying? I didnโ€™t get that,โ€ He teases, pushing you down so youโ€™re taking him all inside of you. You canโ€™t even think straight, the only thing in your brain is the feeling of him. โ€œIsnโ€™t it nice? Feeling so full?โ€
โ€œMh-hm.โ€ You nod as you bite your lip, finally sitting down fully on top of him. He hits the right spot inside of you immediately, but he doesnโ€™t move yet.
โ€œDo you have any idea of how bad Iโ€™ve wanted this? Ever since the dinner night when you wore that fucking dress, Iโ€™ve wanted to fuck the shit out of you.โ€ His hands run down your thighs, eyes taking in how you look on top of him. โ€œI had to touch myself to the thought of you, but you already know that, donโ€™t you? Youโ€™ve been listening on the other side of the door.โ€ He smiles, and you meet his eyes. Youโ€™re too focused on his huge size that you canโ€™t even find the ability to be embarrassed.ย 
You try to move up so he can start going in and out of you, but his hands hold you down, keeping you from getting any friction.ย 
โ€œSeonghwa, please..โ€
โ€œPlease what?โ€ He teases.
โ€œDonโ€™t tease me, please. Just move.โ€ You beg, but he doesnโ€™t look satisfied. โ€˜You can do better than thatโ€™ his expression says. An unsatisfied groan leaves you. โ€œPlease just fuck me. Fuck me and make me cum, please.โ€
A smile creeps up on his lips. โ€œThere you go, baby,โ€ย 
Without warning, he switches you both around so heโ€™s on top, angled between your legs. A deep thrust surprises you, making you gasp.
โ€œOh my god.โ€ You moan, fingers gripping onto the sheets under you. Seonghwa continues to thrust deep into you, slowly increasing the speed. He sits up, angled so he gets a perfect view of his cock going in and out of your cunt.
โ€œYou can take it, canโ€™t you? Like a good slut?โ€ His hands grab your waist, now going at a fast pace. Itโ€™s hard to get any words out, your brain is completely shut off, but you manage to say a few words still.
โ€œYes, I know I can. Just for you.โ€ You say, words barely pronounced right. This takes Seonghwa into a new world, leaning down to kiss your neck. Hands finding yours, he merges his fingers with yours as he starts whispering in your ear.
โ€œThatโ€™s right, tell me what a slut you are. Tell me how fucking badly you need me to fuck you. Tell me every sick and twisted thing you want me to do to you.โ€ He ordered, still going at a fast pace. His lips find your neck again, leaving kisses all over you.
โ€œFuck me. You can do anything you want with me. Iโ€™m yours and you can use me whenever you-โ€ You donโ€™t get to finish the sentence before another loud moan fights its way out of your mouth. Youโ€™re sure his name came out of your mouth too at some point, but right now, you donโ€™t know. You donโ€™t have any control over your body, youโ€™re completely in Seonghwaโ€™s control.
โ€œFuck, I love hearing you scream for me,โ€ Seonghwa says in your ear, using one of his hands to hold your legs open for him as he continues to thrust. A smile tugs on his lips as you moan again. โ€œYou think your little waiter can make you feel so good?โ€
โ€œNo, only you can.โ€ You donโ€™t even have to think twice. Youโ€™re sure no one can make you feel this good besides Seonghwa.
โ€œThatโ€™s right, letโ€™s make sure you wonโ€™t forget that,โ€ Seonghwa suddenly pulls out and sits up. He turns you around so youโ€™re on your stomach, and you feel him positioning himself at your entrance again. Your legs are locked under him as he enters you again fully before hovering over you, back against his front as he fucks you into the mattress. His hands push you down, forcing you to just take him as you lie on the bed.
โ€œShit.. I wish you could see how fucking amazing you look with my cock in you. Youโ€™re so pretty.โ€ He leans down to press multiple kisses on your shoulders, his fingers finding yours again to intertwine them. He hits your sweet spot with every thrust, and quickly you feel your second orgasm form in your stomach.
โ€œSeonghwa, I-Iโ€™m gonna cum.โ€ You say, head against the mattress. This only makes him go faster and deeper.
โ€œCum for me again, I know you can do it.โ€ He says, and not a second passes before your legs are shaking and you clench around his cock. This makes Seonghwa moan loud too, feeling his orgasm approach at a fast pace.
โ€œI gotta cum, baby.โ€ He warns, fucking you fast and deep as he pounds you through your orgasm.ย 
โ€œCum in me, please.โ€ You moan, wanting him to release inside of you. Youโ€™re still in the middle of your orgasm when Seonghwa thrusts a last time before spilling his load inside of you. His moans are prettier than you couldโ€™ve ever imagined, way better than what you overheard, and you feel his warm cum spread inside of you, leaking out while heโ€™s still inside.
โ€œFuck.. Shit, you feel so good.โ€ He thrusts a few more times, wanting as much as possible to fill your hole, before losing the strength in his arms and relaxing on top of you.ย 
You feel his heart beating fast against your back, both of your bodies sticky from the sweat. Deep and fast breaths are the only things heard in the room, both of you trying to get back to your normal breathing. You feel his hand run through your hair as soft kisses are placed on your shoulders. Without realizing, feeling a million emotions all at once, you canโ€™t help but smile. Heโ€™s still inside of you, but you like it. This closeness, the amount of kisses heโ€™s showering you with. Itโ€™s something you never expected to happen, but it has never felt better.
โ€œAre you okay?โ€ He asks caringly, removing some of your hair so he can see the side of your face.ย 
You nod, getting back to your normal breathing.
โ€œI think I need a new shower. Iโ€™m all sweaty.โ€ You admit, feeling him remove himself from you. He places a last kiss on your temple before pulling out of you.
โ€œThat makes two of us.โ€ He says before getting out of bed. Youโ€™re about to get up, but Seonghwa catches you by surprise and takes you up in his arms. He carries you to the bathroom in bridal style (not something new for you) and carefully, he places you on the bench in the huge shower. Your legs are weak after the intense session you two shared, so youโ€™re thankful for him carrying you. Heโ€™s out of the bathroom a second later, leaving you confused, but heโ€™s back a moment after with his sweatpants and some clothes for you.ย 
Your eyes follow him as heโ€™s in his own world, turning on the water.
โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€ You ask from your seat.
โ€œYou usually take up all the hot water. Let's share it this time,โ€ Seonghwa holds out his hand for you to take. His eyes have a warmth in them, something so full of care that you couldnโ€™t ever say no to this. You grab his hand and stand up, moving closer to him.ย 
The shower is big enough for both of you, but you donโ€™t move around much, only watching as Seonghwa adjusts the water to the right temperature and takes the loofah in his hands. He turns you around so your back is facing him, and you feel him start washing your body.
โ€œYou want your hair washed too?โ€ He asks, his voice incredibly soft-spoken.ย 
โ€œNo, just my body.โ€ You smile, not knowing what to do. He doesnโ€™t respond, just continues to use the loofah on your body to clean you. His front is against your back, but not once is there any hint of something sexual in the shower. Seonghwa doesnโ€™t lead up to anything, only kisses your shoulder once in a while as his arms wrap around you to wash your front. You have sensed his caring side a few times on this trip, but this is a whole new level. You had no idea that Seonghwa could be this soft, especially with you.ย 
The warm water washes over you, rinsing off the soap. You feel clean again and turn around to face him.
โ€œThank you.โ€ You smile, and he leans in to kiss you softly on the lips.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re welcome.โ€ He smiles and washes himself too. Heโ€™s quick to finish, and you both walk out of the shower. The same thing happens when you have to dry yourself - Seonghwa does basically the entire thing, using a big towel to dry your body. He helps you in your underwear and in your sleeping t-shirt (except you notice it smells extremely like him, only to realize he grabbed one of his shirts for you to sleep in). He puts it over your head and smiles satisfied when youโ€™re done.
โ€œThere we go, good as new.โ€ He says and puts on his boxers and sweatpants.
โ€œWhy are you doing this?โ€ You ask, not able to stop yourself. You were genuinely curious where all of this came from, so it wasnโ€™t because you didnโ€™t want him to. You had just never expected it.
โ€œDoing what?โ€ย 
โ€œThis..โ€ Your arms point between you, to the shower, and around you. He takes a step closer to you and pushes some of your hair away from your face and behind your ear.ย 
โ€œBecause we just had rough sex and I want to take care of you after,โ€ He shrugs. You stare up at him, making him smile before he leans down to kiss you softly on the lips. It feels different than the other kisses like this one is full of something new. He pulls back, and you realize you miss his lips on yours already. โ€œAlso.. I think we both know that this was more than just a casual hookup.โ€
His voice is low like heโ€™s scared that someone might hear, despite the two of you being the only ones home. But the words leave you with a million questions, but nowhere to start. Because before you realize what he said, he takes your hand and pulls you back into your bedroom. Heโ€™s in complete control of you, for some reason, your mind doesnโ€™t work properly with him around you.ย 
โ€œCโ€™mere.โ€ He says, opening his arms when you both get in bed. Doing as he says, you get into his embrace, and he closes his arms around you. You feel his arm wrap around your waist as he pulls you closer to him, your back against his front. A kiss is placed on your temple as you just lie in the arms of the man youโ€™ve fought with for most of your life, falling into a deep sleep.
***
You wake up to a bright room and stretch in your bed. As you look around, you realize that there is more space than you thought. Turning to your side, you find the bed empty and sit up, scanning the room for Seonghwa, but he is nowhere to be found.
Did he go back to his own room after you fell asleep?
A little confused, you get out of bed and walk to open the door and hear something downstairs. Someone is talking, and you immediately recognize your momโ€™s voice along with Seonghwaโ€™s. You make your way to the kitchen downstairs, seeing your mom cleaning while Seonghwa is eating some cereal by the kitchen island. His back is turned to you, but you can tell heโ€™s laughing at something your mom said.
โ€œGood morning, honey!โ€ Your mom says as she sees you enter the kitchen, and you make your way around it so youโ€™re on the opposite side of Seonghwa. Trying not to make your mom feel any tension between you and Seonghwa, you casually sit down and grab a bowl and a spoon. You canโ€™t help but look across the kitchen island to see Seonghwa smile at you, eyes lighting up. He bites his smile and tries to hide the tension too, not wanting your mom to know what happened between you two last night. โ€œSlept well?โ€ Your mom asks.ย 
โ€œUhm, yeah. Very well.โ€ You clear your throat and look up at Seonghwa again. Heโ€™s smirking to himself, looking down at his bowl of cereal. Heโ€™s wearing one of his white T-shirts now, similar to the one youโ€™re wearing at the moment. Itโ€™s not like your families canโ€™t know that you and Seonghwa might start seeing each other. But thereโ€™s no reason for them to know what the two of you did while the rest were out to dinner last night.
โ€œSo, are you ready for your date later?โ€ Your mom asks, making both you and Seonghwa freeze. His smile is gone, eyes looking up at you with curiosity andโ€ฆ worry?
Your eyes flicker for a moment, as you had completely forgotten about your date with the waiter tonight. But after what happened last night, youโ€™re not sure about this date. Especially not when a certain someone is sitting across from you, messy morning hair and sweatpants, yet you donโ€™t think youโ€™ve ever been more attracted to someone.
โ€œUhm..โ€ You look at Seonghwa a last time before looking at your mom. โ€œI donโ€™t think Iโ€™ll go on a date with him, Mom.โ€ย 
โ€œAww, how come?โ€ She asks, curiosity evident in her voice.
โ€œIt wonโ€™t work out..โ€ You say, not being able to tell her the entire truth. But the eyes you feel staring at you from across the kitchen island keep you from staying quiet. โ€œBesides, I think I might like someone else.โ€
Seonghwaโ€™s eyes look away from you, as he takes his empty bowl and starts cleaning it in the sink. You canโ€™t see his face, but for a split second when he turned his face to the side, you saw him fighting back a smile.
โ€œReally? Who?โ€ Your mom's words wake you up from staring at Seonghwa, and you look back at her.ย 
โ€œIโ€™ll tell you later on, itโ€™s still pretty new and I have to figure out if he even likes me too.โ€ You shrug, not even knowing what to say about your situation with Seonghwa. Youโ€™ve known each other your entire lives, not once have there been a hint of something romantic between you two. Not until this trip. But you would lie if you said that the things he has done for you on this trip didnโ€™t wake up something in you. Something you didnโ€™t know was there but was waiting to be woken up.ย 
โ€œWell, I hope itโ€™s gonna work out for you, honey.โ€ A smile tugs on your motherโ€™s lips as he kisses the top of your head. She walks out of the kitchen, and just as her figure is out of sight, you feel a pair of lips kiss your cheek and arms wrap around you from behind.ย 
You hold back your giggle as Seonghwa showers you with kisses but stops to look into your eyes.
โ€œGood morning.โ€ He smiles, still having his arms around you.ย 
โ€œGood morning.โ€ You smile.
โ€œSo.. Youโ€™re really not gonna go on a date with him?โ€ His voice is low, careful not to let everyone know what youโ€™re talking about. You shake your head.
โ€œNah.. I figured Iโ€™d rather put my attention on someone else.โ€ Your words turn on the light in Seonghwaโ€™s eyes.ย 
โ€œCan I take you out when we get home, then?โ€ He suggests, but youโ€™re not done teasing him. Despite you and him possibly starting to date, youโ€™ve still lived your entire life teasing each other. Thatโ€™s not something youโ€™re gonna stop doing, just because youโ€™re dating.
โ€œWhat makes you think I wanna date you?โ€ You scoff and roll your eyes, looking down at your bowl of cereal. You feel his grip around you loosen as he reads your face. If only you knew what he was going to tease you back with when he leaned close to your ear.
โ€œโ€˜Seonghwa, fuck, oh Seonghwa.โ€™โ€ He imitates your words from last night, and you quickly push him away, a laugh escaping his lips.
โ€œStop! Donโ€™t!โ€ You say, not being able to hold back your own laugh from hearing his. He walked back closer to you, a teasing look on his face.
โ€œIsnโ€™t that how you sounded screaming my name last night?โ€ He asked, eyebrow raised in a questioning manner.
โ€œAlright! Alright alright alright,โ€ You shake your head, wanting to move on from how you sounded last night. โ€œYouโ€™re unhinged, you know that?โ€
โ€œIโ€™m just proving a point.โ€ He shrugs.
โ€œThe point being what?โ€
โ€œThat you shouldnโ€™t date anyone but me.โ€ He smiles satisfied, like itโ€™s common knowledge. A while ago, you wouldโ€™ve laughed in his face if he said that to you, but now, it only makes the butterflies go crazy in your entire body. But of course, he canโ€™t know (yet) how weak in the knees heโ€™s making you, so you only respond with a casual answer.
โ€œFine, I guess.โ€
โ€œOh, I have a better idea,โ€ His arms find their way around you again as you look up at him from your stool. โ€œHow about we go on a date here, and weโ€™ll go out to eat in the restaurant where that waiter is working and he can see that weโ€™re-โ€
โ€œNooo, no, no, weโ€™re not doing that.โ€ You stop him.
โ€œWhy?โ€ He sounds genuinely confused.
โ€œBecause thatโ€™s gonna make everyone besides you uncomfortable, and youโ€™re not gonna be dragging that poor man to the ground, again. He hasnโ€™t done anything wrong, you know.โ€ You defended, not wanting to stir any kind of drama. You just had to text the waiter that there wouldnโ€™t be a date, but youโ€™re thankful for the opportunity. But knowing Seonghwa, youโ€™re not surprised by him coming up with this idea. Youโ€™re also earned with Seonghwa rolling his eyes at you.
โ€œBoring, but fine. Is this how our relationship starts? With you telling me what not to do?โ€ He asks, of course, a teasing smile apparent on his lips.ย 
โ€œWhen youโ€™re being a menace, yes. And I might tell you what not to do, but if we do what we did last night.. Isnโ€™t that a pretty good deal?โ€ You suggest, watching as Seonghwa smiles even more while he holds you closer.
โ€œBaby, you can tell me what to do and what not to do for the rest of our lives, if we can do what we did last night.โ€ He leans closer, his lips barely touching yours. "I'd happily be your servant for the rest of time if you promise to stay with me."
โ€œSounds like a plan.โ€ You smile satisfied.
โ€œCanโ€™t wait.โ€ He finally presses his lips against yours, making the fireworks in your body go crazy. Your mind goes blank again, falling into the deep hole of Seonghwa, wishing to stay there forever.ย 
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Ateez as Villains
disclaimer: read at your own risk. do not interact if not comfortable with any tropes. reminder that this is a work of fiction and must be treated so.ย 
warnings: absolutely no morals here, 18+ mdni, illegal acts (abduction, murder, physical abuse, stalking, trafficking, financial crimes, dirty politics, corruption), suggestive/nsfw scenes, explicit language (swearing, insults), death, violence, blood & injuries, weapons, smoking, drugs, alcohol
a/n: couldn't have done this without @eightmakesonebraincell's and @chronicvagabonds' validation lmao also tribute to tite kubo for coming up with the juiciest dialogues, some of which i quoted here
Hongjoong
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The Manipulator
hongjoong always knew he had leadership skills
from being the team leader whenever he played games as a young child, to growing up and eventually influencing people
he was often told that he has a certain way of pulling peopleโ€™s attention and leave something stirring inside them with his words
so it is no surprise that hongjoong is where he is today. a renowned businessman, philanthropist andโ€ฆ politician
hongjoong adjusts the sleeves of his shirt and glances at you from the mirror
you are standing behind him, holding his coat for him. he wears it with a proud smile and holds his chin high
โ€œtonight is very important. for me. for this country.โ€ย 
he goes on about how there will be people from all over the country
people who are the foundation of this nation. people who care about the future of this worldย 
and if you werenโ€™t so blinded by the adoration you have for this man you would have called him delusional
but the fact is that you are deluded by him. hongjoong has the ability to cast a spell with his words
he feeds his supporters the lie of a better world in the near future, and they bow to him
hongjoong smiles devilishly at the thought of what entails the events of tonight
he can picture it clearly- the cheers and desperate screams of his followers as he steps on the podium
the cries of these people, as helpless as sheeps in a herd, waiting for an upright politician to save this nationย 
he can feel the thrill just imagining what it will be like tonight when he addresses the nation as the new face of his political party
to a common person, he would just be another man with a good heart striving for a better change
but the common person is weak, and for themโ€ฆ he is their salvation
they will hear his words tonight- words he has carefully crafted himself. the cues will register in their minds, and they will end up seeking him to announce their undying support and loyalty, to shower in his glory
you straighten hongjoongโ€™s coat and smooth over his shirt, your hands unsteady with anticipation
โ€œarenโ€™t you happy to be right next to me when i conquer the stage tonight?โ€ he whispers, lifting your chin up
you meet his eyes and he can see his answer there
you hope he doesnโ€™t see the conflict in your eyes. the conflict is to be concealed in your heart, in the deepest, untouchable corner of it
you are blessed, they tell you, to be the politicianโ€™s favoured
and you are- you truly are. hongjoong loves you. he adores you
in factโ€ฆ heโ€™s almost obsessed with you
and why wouldnโ€™t he be? you were the one who led him here
you were the one who held his hand and showed him the right path- his partner, and now his secretary
oh, how you sometimes wish you could turn back the hands of the clock and go back to when hongjoong was hopeless and thought that the world was a wretched place beyond saving
that is when you told him that the only way to run this world was to join hands with the elites of this nation- or to become one
it must be the fates that led him to where he is today
after all, isnโ€™t he a king without a crown? a ruler without a throne?
he is a born leader and a strategist. he has always been good with his words
itโ€™s how he earned the favour and graces of the elites and the politicians and made a place for himself- not under them, but beside them
but to stand beside those people, you have to be a littleโ€ฆ corrupt. and morally ambiguous
the world is not run by saints, after all
โ€œsweetheart?โ€ he calls when he sees you are distracted
you donโ€™t miss the warning tone in his voice. tonight, you have to be on your toes
you have to seek out willing supporters and show them that they mean the world to hongjoong and his political party
but more importantlyโ€ฆ you need to target other politicians, find their weaknesses and if lucky, have some join hands with you
โ€œiโ€™m here,โ€ you tell him and he nods firmly, pressing a kiss to your temple
โ€œi will see you tonight,โ€ he promises, and you know what he means
he always gets such a thrill out of playing the leader
he gets so much energy, and he has to take it out one way or another
and what better way to take it out in the form of lovemaking?
you feel warmth course through your body as he trails his finger down the middle of your chest purposely
he almost smiles maniacally as he leaves first, giving you a moment to gather your wits
you pour yourself a glass of drink- you canโ€™t possibly do this sober
you join hongjoong as he gives his first speech- a very normal talk about how this nation is on the verge of collapse
corruption, crime, inhumanity, dirty politics? you name it
you admire his resilience, really. whatever he is talking about comes straight from his heart, and he has been talking about these issues for a long time now
you also admire his pompousness and the audacity to talk about dirty politics, when he is the face of dirty politics
you join the audience when they clap for him, your heart full of pride
there is a break where he meets with the high-profile people and asks them to consider joining hands with him
โ€˜to make a better world for the future generationsโ€™. such inspiring words from such a young political leader
except hongjoongโ€™s trick is that he always, always has something over them
he has a team dedicated specifically for this task- to dig dirt on his political targets so he can wield them like the blade of a guillotine over their heads
despite his evil means to climb the top, somehow, his image and reputation remains far too clean
and that is because he knows to take these actions behind the scenes, away from any eyes
a true politician, heโ€™s been dubbed
it is about midnight when the hall almost empties, leaving only the members of your party and some new faces- people who are willing to hear him out and decide if they want to join his party
you wish you could tell them that it is a trap- hongjoong will promise that their efforts and support will lead them to something great
โ€˜the greater goodโ€™, he always says, except these people do not know what they are getting into
they are merely sacrificial lambs, the stepping stones that will lead hongjoong closer to his utopia
they will, for the sake of loyalty, put a blindfold over their eyes. they will hold him in high reverence as he becomes their lord, their saviour
he will feed them copper pellets and claim that this is the best that they can get while he himself sits on a throne made of gold
and when they empty every last drop of whatever they have to offer- their blood, sweat and tears
hongjoong will discard them without remorse. that is who he is- a master manipulator
when you are done wrapping up the event in the deep, dark hours of the night, hongjoong finds you in your bedroom
his chest is heaving with energy that is threatening to combust from within him
he outstretches his hand and you saunter over to him
his hands are dominating when he holds you, though his kiss is soft and unrushed
until that too becomes scalding hot
he is quick to lead you to the couch where you sit on his lap, finding him painfully hard
he groans loudly and starts to unbuckle his pants, and you instantly know what he wants- you always know what he wants
he easily slides his hard length inside your warmth and groans heavily in relief, resting his head back and just letting you both stay still
you only move to rest your head against his shoulder. he can have you like this for as long as he wants
โ€œwe have a lot of new supporters tonight,โ€ he begins, chuckling deeply, โ€œthe polls seem to be in our favour too.โ€
his dark curls caress your face as you snuggle against him
โ€œwe also managed to score deals with many influential politicians and businessmen tonight,โ€ he tells you and you look at him with pride as he names them
โ€œsoon,โ€ he begins, trailing his hands under your dress and squeezing your thighs, โ€œsoonโ€ฆ we will have our people in every sector- in business, healthcare, industrial, courtsโ€ฆ we will be controlling the nation- weโ€ฆ we are the leaders of this nation.โ€
his cock twitches inside you as he finishes that sentence and you bite your lips in thought
โ€œwhat are you thinking, love?โ€ he asks, caressing your face
โ€œi just sometimes wonder,โ€ you begin- can you admit your bare thoughts to him?
he squeezes your thigh as a sign to go ahead
โ€œi wonder how we got here, joong,โ€ you admit, โ€œyou know that we are exploiting people-โ€
โ€œfor the greater good-โ€
โ€œfor the greater good, yes,โ€ you finish, nodding and he furrows his brows in concentration
โ€œthese people are just like us. we were once slaves of this society, but now we are the leaders. and they are our slaves. butโ€ฆโ€
โ€œthey will offer us what they have,โ€ hongjoong replies softly, โ€œand we will make the best out of it. isnโ€™t that right?โ€
you nod. there is no more space for any more questioning
you have never like the darkness in his eyes when you question his- your- methods
all he knows is that he is right
he knows what he is doing is wrong in essence, but it is about the bigger picture- he is doing this for his nation
and you cannot expect to run a nation claiming to be a saint
the nation is run by wolves, and to make space there, you must be some sort of a predator. that is who he has become
his grip on your thighs tighten and he starts to grind your body on him
between the sounds of pleasure is the groan of pain as he spanks your thighs and remind you of your place
โ€œall you have to do is follow me,โ€ he breathes into your ear, trailing his lips across your cheek. โ€œall you have to do is stay with me. togetherโ€ฆโ€ he thrusts hard inside you. โ€œtogether, we will rule the world one day, you and i.โ€
you nod and he swallows your moans as he kisses you, thrusting with all his might until you both come crashing down
he takes you to the shower and you both quickly clean up and get in bed
as you watch his figure relax and succumb to sleep, you confess to him
โ€œyou are a great politician, hongjoong,โ€ you tell him and the corners of his lips curl in a smile. โ€œiโ€™m just afraid of going too far with you. every day, we learn that we can get worse than we are, yetโ€ฆโ€
โ€œyet, it has become my addiction and my duty,โ€ he whispers, hand finding your bare arm and caressing it. โ€œdonโ€™t you want to rule the world?โ€
โ€œyou will rule the world. i will be treading on your shadow, following you closely and sharpening my teethโ€ฆ but afraid.โ€
โ€œafraid of what?โ€
โ€œof you,โ€ you breathe and he opens one eye
โ€œyou wonโ€™t leave me, will you?โ€ he asks innocently, yet it is there- the warning in his tone
you are responsible for who he is today. you are an accomplice
every person he ruins to get closer to the top, you are equally responsible for it
โ€œof course not,โ€ you tell him, โ€œi canโ€™t leave you.โ€
hongjoong notices your choice of words
you can not leave him- you do not have a choice
he holds you close and kisses you like he means it that night
it would be such a shame if he would have to throw you away after all of this, right?ย 
it would truly be such a shame if you are just like the others in the end- weak and helpless
since you know exactly what is going on inside hongjoongโ€™s head, you tell him you love him like you really mean it and you let him hold you close
it may be a trap, but you donโ€™t mind being trapped if this is where you end up every night- in his arms
your lord, your saviour
The Manipulator and the Manipulated
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Seonghwa
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Jekyll
park seonghwa is a man who is adored wherever he goes
be it at work- at a prestigious university as a neuroscience professor, dr. park, or at social gatherings, formal or informal
he is a man born with the best manners, the most caring and generous heart
youโ€™ve seen him around the department as a masters student and attended a few of his classesย 
but you never got to interact with him personally until itโ€™s time to choose a thesis supervisor and you learn that you have a chance with him
itโ€™s purely because heโ€™s amazing at what he doesย 
your subfield matches with his specialty so it will be better if heโ€™s your supervisor (and itโ€™s only a bonus that the man is painfully hot so youโ€™ll never be bored)
your professor recommends you to seonghwa and he goes over your synopsis which leaves him intrigued because coincidentally, heโ€™s researching in molecular neuroscience as well
he gladly takes you on because he believes you both will be helping each other along the way
plus, he recognises your name- youโ€™ve always had a different air about you (and he remembers you from somewhere else too)
heโ€™s looking forward to working with you, thatโ€™s all
so when you arrive on your first day as his supervisee and research assistant
you catch him in his natural habitat- unaware of his surroundings, humming a tune to himself and swiping his hair hurriedly to the side with the hand thatโ€™s holding a clear solution of some sort while struggling not to drop his notes on the table that has a few microscope slidesย 
basically, moments away from a disaster
he spots you and grunts as if asking for help and you immediately drop your bag to rush towards him, only now noticing that somehow, heโ€™s holding his glasses by his teeth
you first take those out of his mouth and he groans in relief. โ€œcan you please help me wear my glasses? those cultures are moments away from expiring.โ€
โ€œoh goodness,โ€ you mutter and you lock eyes with him as you put on his glasses for him
and your intrusive thoughts take over because you simply cannot take how his hair is poking his eyes so you gently brush his hair out of his eyes
for a moment, time is frozen for all sorts of reasons
before seonghwa takes a deep breath and you blink, immediately getting out of his way and holding his notes for him
the notes apparently hold the readings on how much solution he needs to pour so you read it for him and consequently save him from a disaster
as soon as he is done freezing the cultures, he holds the edge of the table to save himself from slumping in relief
and you share a laugh, the ice breaking just like that
he tells you that the student assigned for taking care of the cultures had an emergency and he had to rush from another department
and he thanks you for helping him
you both move to his office to go over your thesis and he helps you create a timeline
you wrap up the meeting with a clear direction of whatโ€™s next and with a schedule of shifts where you will be assisting him
it doesnโ€™t take long to get used to being a part of his team of five calm students with a little streak of crazy
and you suppose dr. park has an eye for people like that because you fit right in
you are all very dedicated so he seems to be at ease when you are working, though he does monitor you more closely since youโ€™re new
you start to spend more time in the lab simply because you like how it feels there
it is like a little cocoon where you can tune out the rest of the world and work on your thesis without distractions (plus, it helps how people from your team pop in once in a while to throw some suggestions at you)
you like how it is there- neat and clean
the sound of metal against metal, glass against glass. the smell of the cleaning agent which calms you since it is something familiar now
and then thereโ€™s dr. park himself, gentle and composed, yet at times clumsy and rough which results in the room cackling with laughter
however, thereโ€™s a side to him that you only see when youโ€™re alone with him
youโ€™re not sure if heโ€™s like that with everyone- he must be, right?
does he pay as much attention to everyone else as you?
perhaps, youโ€™re delusional. that must be it
seonghwa knows you must think that, because he has not been very obvious but he has not been subtle either
itโ€™s just that he remembers you from that time. he remembers seeing your face in his friend wooyoungโ€™s data
wooyoung, who is an expert at singling out people like them
people like seonghwa who have a little streak of crazy in them, yet manage to be a part of the society almost seamlessly
wooyoungโ€™s company does a good job at managing these people because they ultimately help the black market grow
seonghwa is half convinced wooyoungโ€™s company is just a faction of the government but of course he canโ€™t confirm that
all he knows is that he cannot act out too much and get caught
in return, he knows when someone like him is in his radar
here you are, glasses perched on the tip of your nose as you examine different slides under the microscope, muttering to yourself about the readings as your scribble them
he canโ€™t help but notice how you always wear that one specific shade of deep red on your lips or how your hair falls in the most irresistible way in front of your face
heโ€™s never looked at a student this way- ever- but youโ€™re not just a student now, are you?
so when he makes his move, approaching you from behind as silently as he can
heโ€™s not disappointed when you turn- he didnโ€™t make a sound, yet you knew
youโ€™re not even surprised, and that excites seonghwa to no end
โ€œah, dr. park,โ€ you go casually, as if him sneaking behind you was normal behaviour. โ€œcan you approve of these hypotheses?โ€
seonghwa hums and stands awfully close to you, your sides brushing against each other
he purposely crowds in your personal space as he leans in to confirm the readings of the specimens on the table
โ€œeverythingโ€™s perfect,โ€ he announces, meeting your eyes
youโ€™re still sitting so you have to look up at him and lord. what a sight he is even from this angle. you could totally get used to it-
โ€œwhat are you looking at, sweetheart?โ€ seonghwa smirks knowinglyย 
you have to physically struggle to maintain your composure because you are pretty sure you were gawking
โ€œnothing, just zoned out,โ€ you say, which isnโ€™t a lie but not the whole truth either
he knows though. he knows the effect he has on you because he hasnโ€™t been subtle
from the casual touches to the unnecessary (but not undeserved) praise
from the prolonged eye contact to the suggestive smirks
there is something electric between the two of you, an undeniable tension
and while youโ€™re not one who sticks to the rules, you canโ€™t help but wonder just why is dr. park playing with you?
โ€œyou sure youโ€™re okay?โ€ seonghwa leans in and searches your eyes for any signs of lies
upon finding none but gaining satisfaction from the way your lips part in surprise, he draws backย 
you try your best not to make things awkward for the rest of the time youโ€™re with him
and in the following days, his advances only start becoming stronger in nature
you like the attention he gives you. you like how he always puts his hands on your shoulders and gives them a little squeeze whenever he finds you sitting
you like the way his warm breath caresses your cheek when youโ€™re both sitting side by side inspecting a specimen
you enjoy the sound of his gentle voice as he instructs you
itโ€™s almost as if he knows. itโ€™s almost as if heโ€™s asking for it
does he not know that once you become obsessed with something, youโ€™ll try- no, you will possess it at all costs?
so one night when youโ€™re both working at late hours, busy with wrapping up one section of your thesis
you canโ€™t take it when seonghwa scolds you teasingly for being clumsyย 
โ€œyouโ€™ve got pen on your chin,โ€ he says and before you can take care of it, he himself scoots closer-
too close for it to be professional anymore because at this point, he can probably count the freckles on your face too-
and begins to rub at your the skin near your lips gently
he frowns when it doesnโ€™t come off, and then he has the audacity to lick his thumb and rub your skin again
โ€œdr. park,โ€ you mutter, about to remind him how you are supposed to be a teacher and student
youโ€™re not friends (despite the very friendly relationship you have developed with him)
seonghwa only hums and you canโ€™t help but notice how he stifles a smirk as he moves his thumb to your lower lip and swipes it, all the while maintaining eye contact
you raise a brow in challenge, silently questioning why heโ€™s still holding your chin
he leans in as if to kiss you and you stop breathing
except he tilts his head to whisper in your ear
โ€œwould you like to attend the next soul society meeting with me, love?โ€
to say that you freeze is an understatement
you donโ€™t move when his lips caress your cheeks as he stays in that position
you donโ€™t move when he purposely trails his lips along your cheek as he draws back
โ€œwhatโ€™s your classification?โ€ you manage to ask, your voice barely a whisper
the way seonghwa smirks is something youโ€™ll never forget
โ€œjekyll,โ€ he says. โ€œnice to meet you, hyde.โ€
thereโ€™s a moment of silence where all you can do is stare at the man in front of you
a moment of pure static
as soon as you take off your mask and your lips curl in a smirk, it happens
you donโ€™t know who took the first step but youโ€™re both kissing each other
itโ€™s rushed, passionate and desperate, the air filling with your grins and giggles and youโ€™re only glad youโ€™re not in the lab right now because the way seonghwa clears the table with a swipe of his hand, making the notes fall on the ground
only to lift you up and seat you there so he can kiss you better? being in the lab would have done some damage alright
between kisses, you learn how seonghwa recognised you
you ask him if he lured you here somehow, but he tells you itโ€™s just luck that youโ€™re here as his student right now. you donโ€™t quite believe him though
but you let it be- if heโ€™s jekyll, that means heโ€™s got the brains to scheme
he tells you that heโ€™s glad to have found his hyde because he would prefer someone else to do his dirty work for him
you agree- itโ€™s been far too long since youโ€™ve had an adventure, and youโ€™ve heard about the notorious jekyll in the soul society too. you just never connected the dots
he takes you to his private lab (not before feasting on you and fucking you on that very table)
for the next few weeks, you familiarise yourself with his actual research
mind altering chemicals and drugs, anything to do with control
very illegal stuff, but the soul society funds him with whatever he needs
he canโ€™t believe he found you- youโ€™re perfect for him
seonghwa believes he has morals and he can be a good person
so you make the perfect partner because you can be the bad person in his stead
youโ€™re his alter ego, the voice in his head that he never lets come out
youโ€™re the person who not only matches his freak but helps bring it into manifestation. you are now his face
while he advances in molecular neuroscience in the world, you advance, on his behalf, in the underworld
thereโ€™s no blood on your hands- you both only produce drugs. youโ€™re not responsible for what is done with them
you do sometimes assist in the practical work, which seonghwa avoids, because after all, he has a reputation to maintain as dr. park
no one suspects a thing. youโ€™re just supervisor and supervisee who share a similar obsession with research
nothing to worry about
Jekyll and Hyde
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Yunho
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The Hunter
when you finally got to a blind date that your friend begged you to go to, you didnโ€™t expect to meet a man who would actually catch your eye
there is something about this man, jeong yunho, that instantly pulls you in as if you really are tied by a threadย 
for starters, he is incredibly handsome and has a soft vibe to him that exudes warmth
his voice has a soothing quality and his mannerisms are as gentle as his gaze. his laugh is pure and he makes quite a good company
he just makes you feel comfortable and safe right away, which is kind of surprising
so when yunho tells you about himself, confirming that he is indeed a corporate lawyer at a well-known firm, you are simply in awe
you thought your friend was bluffing when she told you that she is trying to set you up with a โ€˜beauty with brainsโ€™
she was not lying, is all you can think now
youโ€™re a simple school teacher, you tell yunho with a laugh
however, the manโ€™s eyes are practically twinkling as he hears your stories about schoolย 
youโ€™re only telling him because he insisted, and now he canโ€™t stop appreciating your profession, saying that itโ€™s admirable how you are able to connect with children and educate them
the conversation steers to your likes and dislikes, your preferences, and what youโ€™re looking for in a partner
surprisingly, the two of you have a lot in common
you both have a special place in your heart for food. you both love travelling. and there are some things he does not need to say out loudย 
like how heโ€™s a caring person- always making sure youโ€™re comfortable and your bowl is full, draping his coat over your shoulders when you leave the restaurant and scour the streets for something sweet
the hand that he offers you is not suggestive and you like that (you also like how tall he is and how his hand engulfs yours almost entirely)
just two people who talk about anything and everything- thatโ€™s who you become by the end of the night
as you settle in bed later, youโ€™re still smiling about how his eyes twinkled when he learned that you too have a thing for gaming too
you have good feelings about this person so far but thereโ€™s a feeling scratching at your heart that has you restless
it is the way his eyes darkened almost dangerously, only momentarily, when you insisted that you could get home on your own
he was a gentleman, no doubt about it, insisting that you could never be too sure these days especially with the news being so horrible lately, the crime rate spiking up dramatically in the past few months
you just did not like the idea of having a stranger accompany you all the way to your home, even if it was this gentleman- this was only your first meeting
so he made you promise to call him and let him know when you get homeย 
and here you are. you dated him for a few months before you both decided to move in together into an apartment that suited your needs
heโ€™s perfect in every way- attentive, responsive, caring, funny, and he gives you space when you need it
which matters the most because you value your personal space a lot
he understands the importance of personal space very well and even though you share a room, you both let each other beย 
you let him be when heโ€™s gaming, and he lets you be when youโ€™re staring at the ceiling or reading
more often though, heโ€™ll have you sit on his lap as he games
since heโ€™s so much bigger than you, youโ€™ll curl on top of him to read or scroll and heโ€™ll be focused on his game, liking your presence
it doesnโ€™t always lead to something but when it does, itโ€™s always fun
he has you smitten- his kisses still make you feel like itโ€™s your first time sharing a kiss (and heโ€™s damn good at it)
his touch lingers on your skin throughout the day and you cannot wait to be back in his arms again
it is just another night when you decide to walk and take the longer route back home because apparently yunho was going to be late and you did not want to be home alone
it gets quieter as you navigate through the streets and alleys
and when you take a turn and notice a familiar figure, you stop in your tracks
is thatโ€ฆ not yunho? the back and the height looks pretty much the same
the man is watching a woman at the end of the street who is using her phone as if waiting for someone
the woman catches the man watching her and grows wary- you can tell even from the distance
you can tell that she is very much pretending to be on call when she starts moving
despite every cell in your body urging you to ignore this and go back home, you start to follow the man when he starts to follow the woman
you are careful to maintain a distance, cursing yourself internally for being a curious little shit who seeks thrill like thereโ€™s no tomorrow
but the woman takes a left, and the man takes a right, leaving you standing in the middle of the street, taking a few deep breaths
nothing happened, you think. you turn and start to trace your path back
and just a minute later, thereโ€™s an unmistakable sound of a womanโ€™s scream filling the air
every hair on your body rises as your heart drops and eyes widen
youโ€™re frozen in one spot with no idea what to do next- should you go check on the woman? see if it was the same person?ย 
not once do you think of calling the police though
you walk back home, lost in your thoughts with the image of the manโ€™s familiar figure branded in your mind especially since you are pretty damn sure that those were little sunflowers embroidered on the hem of the hoodie
sunflowers that you embroidered on yunhoโ€™s hoodie
when you open the door to your apartment, though, you hear the sound of the TV and yunho is sitting very casually on the couch
โ€œah, youโ€™re home,โ€ he grins and waves, just like he usually does
heโ€™s not wearing the hoodie anymore
โ€œi thought you were gonna be late?โ€ you ask
โ€œyouโ€™re late,โ€ he counters. โ€œwhy did it take you so long to get home?โ€
โ€œjust decided to take a walk,โ€ you smile, ruffling his hair and planting a kiss on the top of his head before going to your roomย 
you grab your clothes and move towards the bathroom to take a shower, and it is then that yunhoโ€™s eyes widen
โ€œah, babe?โ€ he calls, his voice uncharacteristically high
when you donโ€™t answer, he rushes towards the bathroom and finds you standing in the doorway
your eyes are fixed on the sink which is a pale shade of pink with handprints on it
yunho curses himself internally- he rushed to hide his hoodie as soon as he got home, jumped in the shower, spotted the bloody sink from when he first washed his hands and decided to make it look like he had been home for a while before cleaning the sink
only he fucking forgot
it doesnโ€™t look as bad- itโ€™s not a bloody red, for starters
โ€œah, i forgot to clean that up,โ€ yunho awkwardly laughs, proceeding to move inside and open the tap, taking a sponge and cleaning the edges of the sink
yeah. it does not look that bad
โ€œi accidentally spilled that red ink you have in the room- i donโ€™t know why i got curious and messed with it.โ€
thatโ€™s not the colour of your ink, though, and you know it never leaves stains like these
โ€œdonโ€™t worry about it,โ€ you tell him, but your eyes are wider than usual. yunho notices that
he lets you shower in peace, all the while thinking if you suspect something
truth be told, he saw you when you were following him back there which is why he took another turn to mislead you
he also knows you are far too observant for your own good
he canโ€™t lie- one of the reasons he fell for you is because of that. you are just like him
though you are free of sin unlike him, your mind is a mess
you notice too much that is not meant to be noticed. you sometimes say things that even he has not thought about. you question if human morals are an actual thing or a made up construct
is it from reading too much fiction? he thinks not
when you come out of the shower, something possesses you to move to the balcony
and thatโ€™s another thing yunho likes about you (which also scares him a little at times)
it is your intuition- which leads you to inspect the little corner where you pile up useless stuff. you can see the sleeve of his hoodie there
you pick it up and find it wet in certain spots
on its black base, you canโ€™t tell what it is, but the sunflowers are stained a suspicious red colour, and itโ€™s definitely not your inkย 
you look towards your right where yunho is standing, vigilant
there is a moment of silence before you lower the hoodieย 
โ€œit really was you,โ€ you say, unwavering
your heart is not speeding because youโ€™re scared- it is speeding because you are right
yunho is still, contemplating how to deal with this
did he think he could hide his secret from you forever? no. was he prepared in case he gets caught? no
he just never imagined it would unfold like this
and nowโ€ฆ will he have to hurt you if you threaten to expose him? he canโ€™t bear to hurt a hair on your head
you bring out all the good in him. he does not know how you do that, but you make him believe that he can love with all of his heart too, just like any other person
you make him feel whole, and it would be such a shame if things fall apart now
to his surprise, you drop the hoodie back and walk towards him until thereโ€™s little distance between the two of you
you hold both of his hands in yours and look at him earnestly
โ€œare you going to tell me what you have been up to?โ€
yunho is surprised at how calm your voice is and how accepting your eyes are
he sighs deeply before steering you to the couch in the living room
and then he bares his heart to you
he is a monster. that is it. he hurts people and it satisfies this ugly part of him
he does not always want to, he justifies, but sometimes, he just canโ€™t help it
and the only reason he gets away with it is because he is not stupid and carefully chooses his victims- people who are miserable. people who have no one around them
โ€œwell thenโ€ฆ iโ€™m lucky to have one person in my life, right?โ€
yunhoโ€™s eyes widens at your response
you fulfil the criteria of being his victim- you have no oneย 
you have no one but him- how did that happen?
he thinks back to your first date and he canโ€™t help but feel overwhelmed
he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his head about to explodeย 
why are you not running away from him? why are you caressing his head and holding him close?
you donโ€™t tell him everything right away. you only ask him to trust you
so he trusts you and waits for you
he learns little bits about you- you, who do not care who yunho is, as long as he is transparent with you
you, who has a twisted sense of morality. you, who might be as bad as yunho, even worse
though, your hands are clean, you tell him sarcastically, itโ€™s just your head that is a mess
and itโ€™s a blessing that you two are together and can be honest about this too, right? how lucky you are to have each other
โ€œyou, without sin, are like the sun,โ€ he tells you one night as he kisses the top of your head and holds you close
โ€œyou, even with sin, are like the sun,โ€ you respond.
The Hunter and His Guide
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Yeosang
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The Mad Scientist
there is something about the innocent features of his face, the gentleness in his mannerism, the absolute ethereal aura about him
that contrasts strikingly with the pitch black (or maybe, just two shades lighter) of his soul
the man only knows how to scheme and how to take the best possible route towards his goals
the goals are all related to science
sure, he is contributing to the scientific area, doing researches no one else would do
doctor kang yeosang- a scientist and philosopher, held in high reverence in the medical field, contributing with numerous researches centering the human body
nobody needs to know exactly how he gets such extensive, solid results to support his theories
he comes off as a soft-spoken man, someone who possesses a kind heart
he is willing to overwork himself in order to make life easier for others
he is much appreciated by his peers
they donโ€™t need to know that behind his neat and professional setup is a dark, cold space that holds his real workspace
the endless corridors lined with shelves upon shelves of jarsย 
jars containing the human body parts within them
from the brain to the spleen, from the heart to the liver
each jar meticulously lined in an organisation such that only yeosang could close his eyes and know where to pick what he needs
each organ in the jar has a story of the human that it once was- the story that yeosang himself scribes and tucks in the safe (and in a corner of his heart)
taking it out only to read and reminiscence, or to make another addition
such as the one that he is about to make now, sauntering with an almost skipping manner, highlighting his delight in the events about to unfold
his pristine white lab coat flows behind him, a symbol of everything that he would not be doing tonight, which only adds to the irony of it all
he finds you mirroring his expressions, eyes wide with anticipation and lips curled in a stifled smile
and he canโ€™t help but smile wider, the sound of his footsteps echoing loudly as he speeds towards you so that he can finally hold you after the long day he had, tired of playing it cool in front of everyone
you are snaking your arms around his neck immediately as he bends down to capture your lips in a fierce kiss, earning a surprised but pleased yelp from you
you let him have his moment, kissing him back with equal passion until he draws away and rests his forehead against your shoulder
โ€œlong day, huh?โ€ you press your lips against his temple. โ€œhow did the presentation go?โ€
the presentation being at a conference of the national medical association where yeosang was the chief guest, awarded for his valuable insights to the medical world
โ€œi sometimes wonder if iโ€™m the only one wearing a mask,โ€ yeosang confesses.
you know what he means
there surely must be others just like him
you canโ€™t expect to make medical advancements while sticking to the stupid laws and regulations they have carved for you
the medical associations do not allow anyone freedomย 
โ€œitโ€™s tiring to pretend my research was simply a result of my teamโ€™s hard work,โ€ yeosang continue, โ€œthey didnโ€™t do batshit. i wish i could credit you instead.โ€
โ€œbut you canโ€™t,โ€ you caress his dark locks. โ€œthat would certainly raise suspicion since iโ€™mโ€ฆ underqualified.โ€
well, thatโ€™s arguableย 
you may not be as good as yeosang at what you do but considering that you come from a non-medical background, yeosang would say that you are pretty close
in fact, overqualified
โ€œi donโ€™t think thereโ€™s anyone more qualified than you,โ€ yeosang lifts his head to look up at you, eyes scanning your face. โ€œyouโ€™re an expert of the human body.โ€
you are an expert, that is true
you did what you had to do to survive as a young girl who lost her way
you were meant to be a test subject yourself but you created your own path and proved that you were good with your hands- almost artistic
and that you could open up humans as long as you had a good knife
your skills were a bit rusty when yeosang found you in the black market
but he was thoroughly impressed and made an offer. it was an offer that you couldnโ€™t resistย 
you would no longer be bound to be a slave for the rest of your life
you would be his equal. an accompliceย 
โ€œbut you are the mad scientist. iโ€™m just your unofficial assistant,โ€ you pat his cheek in answer
itโ€™s a wonder that youโ€™re here now, in his arms
a muffled sound interrupts your little moment
you both steer towards the big room and yeosang looks around for a moment to take in the glory of his workplace
the crisp white walls and clean tiles smelling of antiseptic, marred with red stains of blood that is dripping from the manโ€™s limbs
the man who is currently tied to a stretcher in the middle of the room
the instruments and tools that he would be using tonight to open his test subject up are glinting with silver, ready to be used
he has chosen the perfect target- a relatively healthy, middle-aged homeless man
really, no one would care if he went missing
in fact, you were doing him a favour by putting an end to his miserable life, right?
surely, he did not wish to live without a home and the means to survive
though here he was, sedated but struggling nonetheless, as if finally having found the will to live
โ€œah, he created a mess,โ€ yeosang begins, clicking his tongue in disappointment as he inspects the bruises around the manโ€™s wrists. โ€œiโ€™m sorry you had to wait so long, hmm?โ€
itโ€™s almost eerie, how yeosangโ€™s voice drips with pity
but thatโ€™s what you like about him
he thinks of the greater good. he is doing all of this for the greater good
there is no personal desire to kill random human beings, no
he simply needs test subjects to study the human body, so there can be advancements in the medical world
he just canโ€™t believe that the world does not have a cure or even a prevention for most of the diseases in this age
he has taken it upon himself to contribute to the medical world so people do not have to suffer anymore
he complains about this a lotย 
if people had guts, they would have done this ages ago
sometimes, he refers to the awful medical experiments done by humankind- especially on women
he is different from them, he claims
he cares about their pain- that is why he makes sure to make his subjectsโ€™ death quick and painless before he starts to conduct his experiments
itโ€™s just too bad that he doesnโ€™t have much time after the person passes to study certain functions of a living human
(so sometimes, he makes exceptions and asks god for forgiveness. easy peasy)
you watch yeosang with a sort of wonder and a little something that resembles fear as he caresses the manโ€™s head in farewell
he asks the man to say his last words, to choose them carefully, to take his time and to make peace with the fact that there is no way out
the sedatives seem to have made the man somewhat placid
the test subject stops resisting to lock eyes with the doctorย 
he says something about the regrets heโ€™s had in his life and how he just wants his misery and pain to end now
yeosangโ€™s brows are furrowed in concentration as he listens to each and every word, nodding along as if he aims to fulfil every desire this man possessesย 
his hand is gently caressing the manโ€™s head
when the man is done, yeosang tells him that his contribution to medical research wonโ€™t be forgotten
he looks at you to find you already staring at him with an unreadable expression
he signals you to get the job done and you inject the medicine meant to stop the manโ€™s heart
you watch the man take his last breath, his face contorting in pain as his heart ceases to function
yeosang has already moved on from the little moment he had, putting on medical gloves and snapping them against his skin rather dramatically
โ€œletโ€™s get to work, shall we?โ€
you smile in response, following his instructions
soon, you are testing the functioning of the manโ€™s abdominal organs with various equipment and drugs that yeosang has bought from the black marketย 
you have to work quickly before necrosis begins and hinders you
yeosang is very careful with his methods. his hands are steady as if he has done this a thousand times alreadyย 
and though he comes off as clumsy in the public eye, he is anything but here
his eyes are focused, darting between the electrodes placed on the manโ€™s liver to the readings on the screen
it goes on like this for a while, yet another failed experiment as the liver fails to respond as desired to the electric shock and necrosis takes over
it doesnโ€™t disappoint any of you though
yeosang has a strong vision and no amount of failed experiments is going to stop himย 
plus, thereโ€™s always something you learn even from failure
you begin to clean up when you notice a broken nail lying on the stretcher
you pick it up with tweezers and inspect it- it must have broken when the man was struggling to break free
yeosang catches you looking at the discoloured nail with curiosity and he hums in question
โ€œhair and fingernails are beautiful ornaments.โ€ you ask, โ€œso why do they seem so baleful when they are removed?ย 
yeosang stands beside you, pondering
โ€œthe answer is simple. they are previews of what is to come. of death.โ€
you look at him to find his eyes twinkling with the knowing glint of someone whoโ€™s seen it all
after you both finish recording the data of tonightโ€™s session, yeosang is back to being the cute and clumsy person that you absolutely adore
the man is craving chicken after todayโ€™s hard work so you fulfil his wish and take him to his favourite place
you both sit across each other, drinking beer and savouring the juicy meat while talking about casual stuff- just an assistant and her boss
just two friends who met by chance and felt an instant pull towards each other
just two lovers, fated to be together and find solace in each otherโ€™s company
as if the stars have aligned for you yet again, a familiar face walks in and sits on the table next to you
you meet yeosangโ€™s eyes and you both stifle a smile
itโ€™s one of the potential test subjects youโ€™ve had in your file, due for observation
and what better observation than to sit next to them in a casual setting and eavesdrop naturally?
yeosang raises his beer glass in toast and you share a knowing smile, raising your own glass in toastย 
just two partners in crime. thatโ€™s who you are
The Mad Scientist and his Accomplice
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San
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Executioner
choi san works hard during the day
he goes to the school and makes sure his students are in top shape
as their p.e. teacher and coach, he has every studentโ€™s physical status on his fingertips
he knows their strengths and their weaknesses. he also knows their desires
so if a student is not a good runner but wants to run better, he would never tell them to give up, he would personally coach them and make sure they know that their body is not the limit
they can be a good runner, a good player, a good swimmer- anything
as long as they are steadfast, they can conquer the world
so choi san is loved and respected by the students, known to be a very caring teacher
but choi san works harder at night. no one needs to know that
certainly not his colleagues who always go about how hardworking a teacher he is
when he is free from the school, he goes to his home and changes before driving to his friendโ€™s place- a warehouse where a few of you hang out
someone programmes, another composes, another works out
just an innocent hideout that youโ€™re all using even in your early thirties
except that you also huddle around to read the new request you receive on your app
โ€œi am a twenty-one year old female. two years ago, the man who dated my older sister killed her, but due to lack of evidence, he did not receive the jail time he deserves. he claims that he is innocent, but ever since he got out, heโ€™s been bothering me because he had to serve his short sentence anyway. he is threatening to kill my family and then me if i go to the cops. i am scared to leave the house because he is stalking me and i can always see him wherever i go. please help me. i wonโ€™t go to the cops anyway- they didnโ€™t do anything then, and they will not do anything now.โ€
san is contemplating if he should accept this request
you look at wooyoung who is immediately weighing the pros and the cons
you look back at san who is still deep in thought and you gently rest your hand on his thigh, bringing him out of his head
โ€œiโ€™ll take it,โ€ he mutters. โ€œaccept the request, y/n.โ€
you nod and go back to the computer to accept the request
you have a phone call conversation with the client where you set up a meeting
itโ€™s you and wooyoung who go to meet with the respective parties. san works in the shadows
the next night, san finds you deep in thought outside, leaning against the worn out wall of the warehouse
he joins you, hands in the pockets of his baggy jeans
โ€œi know what youโ€™re thinking,โ€ san begins, glancing at you. โ€œyouโ€™ve been awfully quiet since the meeting.โ€
you shrug in defeat. โ€œi know i canโ€™t change your mind.โ€
โ€œitโ€™s not going to be the same,โ€ san refers back to the one time you all took a request from a 19 year old girl who was being bullied by her seniors
it got to a dangerous point and had you been a little late, you might have lost the girl
san lost his temper that time, though
and while he couldnโ€™t physically harm the kids who were bullying the girl, he had them locked in a room for one night while he educated them
and funnily enough, san was scarier that night
scarier than every other time he actually wields a weapon
you asked him that night if there were any just people left in this world full of evil
โ€œall people are evil. to believe that you are just, you must believe that someone else is more evil than youโ€
was his response. safe to say, the girl was living her best life now, but you saw a new side of san that night
a side you had never seen all your life, and that was saying something since you were childhood friends
โ€œwe wonโ€™t let it get to that point,โ€ san assured, outstretching your hand and you pouted before taking it
he caressed your knuckles, his voice assertive. โ€œi will take care of it. properly. i always do.โ€
โ€œdo you think i only worry about things going wrong?โ€ you finally say out loud, the words that you want to say to him every time he goes out in the fieldย 
san, despite himself, breaks into a smile that would seem so out of character to anyone who has not known him for long
โ€œyou canโ€™t smile your way out of this,โ€ you sulk further, snatching your hand away and folding your arms
โ€œbaby,โ€ san begins, trying to take your hand again but youโ€™re not having any of it
โ€œiโ€™m worried youโ€™ll get hurt. iโ€™m worried about the pain youโ€™re willing to go through so you can lessen the pain of others.โ€
san stops teasing then, mimicking your position as he leans against the wall next to you
there is a thick silence surrounding you and you wonder what wooyoung is doing inside- is he napping?
โ€œitโ€™s something i have to do. something only i can do. you know that, right?โ€
โ€œi know,โ€ you say, almost a whisper. โ€œand thatโ€™s what makes this more frustrating.โ€
because it was originally your idea
on a summer night when you were all about to graduate, a tragedy happened in your town
a man went on a spree, killing and wounding multiple women and children for weeks
you, who knew one of the victims personally, were shocked by the act and disgusted at how lazy the police were being
it turned out that the assailant was a high-profile businessman and the police were trying to cover the case up as per the orders of their superiors
the three of you were hanging out in the warehouse, each burdened by their own train of thoughts, until you finally said it out loud
โ€œwhat if we were some sort of a private service where we help the victims? especially when the police canโ€™t?โ€
it was wooyoung who agreed first, and san who disagreed
it took him some convincing to finally agree, and you set rules
you were not going to kill anyone- only maim
if itโ€™s a serial killer, you maim their hands so they can never hold a weapon again
if itโ€™s a bully, you maim their mouth so they think before they speak
the three of you are a team, but san is the executioner
wooyoung is his eyes and feet, and you are the brains
so it is ironic how worried you are about san now, when you gave him this role
โ€œi know that i can get hurt,โ€ san begins, taking a deep breath. โ€œbut there is no pain as long as i keep my eyes on the balance scale.โ€
this time, when he outstretches his hand, you take it. he plants a sweet kiss on your knuckles
โ€œdonโ€™t worry about me, hmm?โ€ he tugs you closer so you can rest your head against his firm chest as he embraces you. โ€œi canโ€™t focus when youโ€™re so worried.โ€
โ€œi canโ€™t help it,โ€ you tell him. โ€œyouโ€™ll just have to get used to it.โ€
san lifts your face with his thumb below your chin, his brows furrowed with concentration and worry as he looks at you
his eyes are sharp as he scans you so you smile
immediately, his body relaxes and the corners of his lips curl in a smile as he pecks your lips- once, twice
and it is about to turn into a deeper kiss when wooyoung claps loudly to get your attention
โ€œalright, lovebirds. get inside. we have a heads-up.โ€
you scowl at wooyoung who smirks in response but you both immediately join the youngest inside
your client has texted to let you know that sheโ€™s about to go out so you can stalk her stalker
you and wooyoung take your equipment to the van and san prepares himselfย 
heโ€™ll be observing tonight, but he is prepared in case the stalker catches on
just like that, you observe the stalker for a few days, assuring your client that she is safe
you plan a trap to lure the stalker to an abandoned area where san will have a little chat with the stalkerย 
and when the day comes, all your client has to do is threaten to call the cops on him
he comes after her and that is when san knocks him out with a punch
the stalker finds himself tied to a chair in an empty room when he opens his eyes
there is the stale smell of something resembling death in the room, and that makes the man resistย 
from the darkness, san emerges, clad in all black, his face covered with a mask
and his favourite weapon, the dagger, in his hand
you and wooyoung are watching from the camera embedded on his coat
you can see the glint of the dagger as he twists it dramatically in his hand
san circles around the man once as if to gauge the roomย 
even through the camera, you can tell how thick the air must be feeling
san meets eyes with the man and removes the tape over his mouth, wincing when the man screams his lungs out in hopes that help would come
there is no help, not for miles
โ€œwho are you?โ€ the stalker spits on the ground near sanโ€™s feetย 
san only shuts his eyes in mild annoyance. he is not easily riled up
โ€œyou have been found guilty of the crime of stalking. tell meโ€ฆ what should be your sentence?โ€
the man pales, fresh beads of sweat trickling down his foreheadย 
โ€œit will be better if you admit to your wrongdoings and give me a fair number. you donโ€™t want to leave it in my hands.โ€
โ€œwhat do you mean sentence?โ€ the stalker starts struggling fiercely, almost falling off the chair. โ€œi have already served!โ€
san grins under the mask, closing in like a cat and stomping on his foot, making the man let out a guttural groan of pain
he leans in to whisper in his ear
โ€œbutโ€ฆ that was for murder. and unfortunately, i am not charging you for murder tonight. otherwiseโ€ฆ you would not have walked out alive.โ€
the man gulps loudly, meeting eyes with who has to be the person he has heard so much about in prison
most of the people in prison feared this man- the judge, they called him
the man was the judge, jury and executioner for criminals, feared more than the cops or actual prosecutors
โ€œsurelyโ€ฆ youโ€™re not him, are you?โ€
you wince at the fear in the stalkerโ€™s voice and meet wooyoungโ€™s eyes
san never confirms if he is that. he simply finishes the job right there
the stalkerโ€™s screams are heard for quite a distance, even outside your earpieces
you shut your eyes momentarily and when you open, you can see the blood oozing out of the manโ€™s left leg
san is wiping the dagger with the manโ€™s own jacket as he tells him that he will never be able to stalk people again
the man screams and screams, waiting for something more, but nothing else comes
sanโ€™s job is done
he tosses a broken piece of glass near the chair for the man to free himself if he wishes to
when san comes back to the van, the air is sombre, just like after every finished request
wooyoung pats his shoulder in acknowledgement and mutters a joke in an attempt to lighten the mood, which works
โ€œthey still call you the judge, huh?โ€ wooyoung teases as he drives
โ€œjudge, jury, executioner. how scary, choi san.โ€
san raises a brow at your comment- he can tell what youโ€™re referring to
youโ€™re referring to the first time when he came back covered in blood
and the first time he realised that no matter what he did, you would never be scared of him
and that you and wooyoung would always have his back and guide him
โ€œi think iโ€™m only the executioner. you both are the judge and jury.โ€
โ€œmakes sense,โ€ wooyoung agrees. โ€œbut the world does not need to know that.โ€
Judge, Jury and Executioner
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The Overseer
โ€œthe future, pitch black, upside downโ€
mingi dips his brush into the onyx ink, finishing writing the words on the big canvas
the canvas that is a splash of colours- red for the blood on his hands. white for the innocence he lost too soon. blue for all those nights he spent trapped with only the moon as his friend
and finally, black for the future. the future is the only uncertainty in his life
despite being a leader of a notorious gang, he can never be certain about his future. there are always people after his life
he cannot trust anyone- not one soul-
โ€œsir,โ€ a voice interrupts and he knows who it is instantly
even if he did not hear your voice, he knows you are the only person who would dare interrupt him in the middle of his private time-
โ€œtea, sir. youโ€™ve been cooped up in here for too long,โ€ you say, placing the mug on the table
-for something as meagre as tea
mingi spares a glance in your direction, noticing how you are still dressed in your usual all-black fit
which means you have not gone to sleep yet, even though itโ€™s well past midnight
โ€œand what are you doing up so late?โ€ he asks as he picks up the cup and sips it, finding it exactly to his liking. a flavour only you can nail
โ€œwatching you paint,โ€ you confess without hesitation
because in this place, in this room, between the two of you, there may be truths hidden, but there are no secrets
mingi is amused to hear that though he does his best to hide it
โ€œand what do you think of the painting?โ€ he asks, allowing you to take a closer look
you smile at his permission to inspect his art and you inch closer to the painting, now standing beside your boss
you read the words on it in a whisper and cock your head in thought
โ€œisnโ€™t this too dark, even for you?โ€ you questionย 
mingi shakes his head in amusement and looks down. only you could have made this observation, having been at his side for a solid seven years now
where others would say that his paintings were too โ€˜colourfulโ€™ considering the kind of person he is, you still find them too dark and void of life
youโ€™d know better, because you know mingi inside out
he first found you when he was a street thug in the process of becoming something big
all he had was his raw strength, a strategic brain, a few rusty weapons and some loyal friends
he went on to fight gang after gang, always emerging victorious and merging the losing team with a good deal- itโ€™s how he earned respect around and gained a reputation
every other gang knew not to stand against him unless they wanted to risk losing everything they had
when he first opened his office in the darkest part of the town, he found you purely by chance
you were nearing the end of your teens- a rebellious little girl who cut ties from her family and ran away from home
at that time, you had multiple part-time jobs trying to make ends meet, hoping to find a place to live
and one fateful night, you found yourself in front of a building to deliver chicken, peering up at the light coming from the 4th floor- this must be itย 
althoughโ€ฆ you werenโ€™t sure if the loud sounds coming from the floor were just men having a good time or if something had gone really, really wrong
men will be men, you thought, wanting to get the delivery done with so you could move on
only when you reached the 4th floor, you spotted men lying on the ground and clutching their limbs, blood all around
while every sane part of your brain screamed at you to pretend you saw nothing and go back, you recalled how when you received the order, they promised a big tip to the rider
you could not miss that, could you? you had to find a place to live, and you needed every penny
so you started with the men who seemed to be unconscious. you took any cash they had, being careful to hide your face in the hoodie
you moved to the office, hearing a crashing sound and flinching
you made quick work of grabbing more cash from the thugs- they had to be thugs
they all had guns, for fuckโ€™s sake
you went into one of the neater rooms and placed the bags of fried chicken there
and you froze when a burly man made his way inside, wiping blood from the edge of his mouth
โ€œahโ€ฆ you must be songโ€™s girl, eh?โ€ he snickered, scanning you up and down
โ€œi- iโ€™m delivering chicken,โ€ you pointed at the table. โ€œiโ€™ll be on my way then-โ€
โ€œnot so quick,โ€ his gaze darkenedย 
instinctively, you grabbed the nearest object, which so happened to be a mug and chucked it at the man, successfully hitting his head
he clutched his head in pain and you made a dash outside, bumping into another man
the tall man seemed mostly unscathed save for a bruise on his cheek
he held your wrists to steady you and his eyes darted in the manโ€™s direction who was clutching his head no more
โ€œoi, song!โ€ the burly man called. โ€œteach your girl some manners, will you?โ€
the man called song pushed you to the side and a gunfight ensued
you took shelter behind a shelf, observing how the taller man successfully shot his every target
when he thought he was done- and was out of bullets, he looked in your direction and tsked loudly
you were about to come out of the shadows when you noticed one of the supposedly unconscious men take aim of songโ€™s head
your eyes widened and almost instinctively, you grabbed a heavy metal object from the shelf and rushed to the man who was targeting your saviour
to say that mingi was surprised to see a young girl save him from his enemy by nearly crushing the manโ€™s skull?
he knew you were something special right away
you both stared at each other for a long time before he told you to go back to his office, lock the door and not come out until he comes back
he was done sooner than you thought, and while his men cleaned his mess, he found you in his room, sitting rather calmly
โ€œso youโ€™re the delivery girl,โ€ he narrowed his eyes
โ€œi hope the chicken is still warm,โ€ you responded. โ€œif you can just pay me so i can leave-โ€
โ€œwhy did you do that earlier?โ€ he asked, voice low and rough that sent shivers up your spine
โ€œi donโ€™t know,โ€ you answered truthfully
mingi paid you more than extra that night and told you to come next time they place an orderย 
the next time would turn out to be the last time you would ever work a part-time job
mingi offered you a place in his gang, and you took it
you are still not sure what your position in this gang is though- they smuggle drugs but keep you away from the work, so what are you doing here?
personal assistant? chef? manager? all of these?ย 
sometimes, you are accompanying wooyoung in the field- the gang now has an official base and a few legal businesses
sometimes, you stay in the kitchen with seonghwa and wooyoung to cook
other times, you sit with yunho and hongjoong to plan and offer your opinion on their strategic takes
you arenโ€™t sure if you are qualified for that- you probably arenโ€™t
somehow, though, the gang members respect you for whoever you are
you are the light in their dark life, they joke. you are someoneโ€™s friend now, sibling to some, secretkeeper for others
but you still arenโ€™t sure what you are to mingi
whenever you ask him why he took you in, mingi always responds with something different
โ€œyou were clever grabbing all that money from our enemiesโ€
โ€œyou saved me- though i must say i could have handled itโ€
โ€œyou looked like a lost catโ€
โ€œyou didnโ€™t report usโ€- excuses, all of them
truth be told, mingi has no idea what you are to him either
he has a certain fondness for you that he has for no one else. of course, it didnโ€™t happen instantly
he took you in because he realised you had a strategic mind and he could really use that
he insisted the office needed a โ€˜feminine touchโ€™ even though it came in the form of a cranky teen who wouldnโ€™t stop asking questions
but somehow, the two of you formed an unbreakable bond
he finds solace just being with you in one room, even in complete silence
he loves to hear you talk, even though you mostly question his morals
because he is not a good person, you found out
song mingi is not conventionally good. he is a man of principles, but he does not have the best morals
despite all that, you learned a lot from him. the world is a harsh place, and only he can protect youย 
he learned a lot from you too. the world is a harsh place, and only you are his safe space
when at times things get stressful, he comes to seek you. he finds you in the shared residence and sits with you
if he is feeling down, you will have him lay his head in your lap. you will caress his head and let him be
if he wants to talk, he will. otherwise, he will watch you for a long time until he falls asleep, unguarded
when he gets tired, he will seek your arms. all he has to do is show up and you will know what to do
you will drop whatever you are doing and spread your arms
it is his home at this point. thatโ€™s how things are like
are you in a relationship? you donโ€™t know
all you know is that song mingi is the most important person in your life
it doesnโ€™t matter if he lives life the way he does
it doesnโ€™t affect you anymore- the blood on his hands or the chaos in his mind
it doesnโ€™t bother you because you know his heart, and that is all that matters
so standing in his private space right next to him, inspecting his painting with a critical eye, you tell him that the painting is not him
he tells you to pick a colour and you reach out for a box, making him chuckle
โ€œreally?โ€ he asks
โ€œthe future may seem black, butโ€ฆโ€ you begin. โ€œit doesnโ€™t feel so dark when iโ€™m with you.โ€
mingi takes a deep breath at your words. you always get him like this, and he is not sure if he can restrain himself anymore
your heart aches when you see him curl his fists, a sign that he is holding back some words or an action
โ€œtell me what youโ€™re thinking,โ€ you request, though it registers like a command in the gang leaderโ€™s brain
โ€œiโ€™m thinking that i never should have given you this life.โ€
you shake your head at that- how many times has he voiced out that he wished you had lived a better, normal life, away from the clutches of the underworld?
โ€œno, youโ€™re thinking something else too,โ€ you comment
โ€œiโ€™m thinking that i want you to stay here, with me, forever,โ€ he responds
you nod in approval. โ€œiโ€™m right here. iโ€™m not going anywhere.โ€
โ€œyou could get hurt,โ€ mingi says, taking a step closer and closing the gap between your bodies
โ€œi am a big girl now, mingi,โ€ you laugh, wrapping your arms around his waist and hearing his erratic heartbeat
his arms are still by his sides for a moment before he embraces you
โ€œiโ€™m old now, in fact. how much longer will you keep me waiting?โ€
mingi grows stiff at your question. so you know
of course you do
mingi cups your face and locks eyes with you
โ€œi wonโ€™t break,โ€ you promise
โ€œi know,โ€ he smiles, pecking your forehead. โ€œiโ€™m afraid you will break me.โ€
your lips curl in a smile and he rests his forehead against yours
โ€œare you sure about your choice?โ€
โ€œyes,โ€ you breathe. โ€œi want you. iโ€™m yours.โ€
mingi draws back
โ€œi meant your choice of colour,โ€ he tilts his head in the direction of the painting and the box of paint you picked for him
โ€œof course you did,โ€ you laugh at his attempt to distract you
mingi leans in to close the distance between your lips
it is soft and unrushed. you both have waited for the right moment, the right time for years and everything feels absolutely right at this momentย 
you go first, asking him to join you in your bedroom and he agrees
he assesses the canvas once again
as a finishing touch, he sprays a final splash of yellow- the colour you picked for him
yellow for hope, for all the light in his dark world
The Overseer and his Shelter
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Wooyoung
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The Maniac
it has always been a cat and mouse game with you and wooyoung
you chase after each other, running in circles with no start or end
itโ€™s almost as if you both have sworn to keep your eyes glued on each other, watching every move, anticipating what is next
someoneโ€™s lips curls up in a failed attempt to restrain a smile- a smile that drips with mischief and mockery
someone elseโ€™s eyes glint with threat and promise that this is not over, their fists curled in anger
you chase after each other like cat and mouse
onlyโ€ฆyouโ€™re not sure who is the cat and who is the mouse
sometimes, it is you chasing after wooyoung
jung wooyoung, the son of one of the richest businessmen in town
a privileged piece of shit who is not right in the mind
a crazy bastard who has made it his lifeโ€™s mission to not only drive you to the edge of the cliff but to push you and laugh in victory as you fall
he takes advantage of you being a criminal investigatorย 
some people jest that they canโ€™t tell if wooyoung means to ruin your career or lead you to your promotion
with the amount of times wooyoung has gotten himself in trouble (and gotten away with it) he keeps your desk full of cases that you spend most nights investigating
while he keeps your hands full, what frustrates you to no end is that he almost always gets away with his crimes only because of his social standing and his connections
he gets away with petty crimes. he gets away with bloody fights that could very well have him spend one night in the station, cuffedย 
he gets away with major crimes such as money laundering and tax evasion
no matter how much you try to investigate, you cannot
there are the warnings of your superiors who threaten to fire you because this is not your worry
and even if you do start to investigate, wooyoungโ€™s team is quick to wipe any evidence of said crimes
youโ€™re pretty sure that at this point, he might be hiding a body somewhere in his house
you wouldnโ€™t be surprised. man once set his enemyโ€™s mansion on fire
to make things worse, he got away with it- even when he was the only one grinning and playing with a lighter on his way outย 
while the others scrambled like mice, he sauntered in style
he gets away with anything
you reputation at the station is already in shambles because of it
they call you his shadow at this point, considering how you are always following him
the truth is, you just want to wipe the shitty grin off his face for once
you want him to suffer defeat when you finally put him behind bars
you want him to chase after you like you chase after him
you might come off as delusional, but youโ€™re half convinced that whatever wooyoung does is on purpose at this point- to get your attention
it wasnโ€™t always like this, you and wooyoung
it started with a simple fight that broke out at a party where all the high-profile people were
someone was stupid enough to call the police- but you were more stupid because you went ahead and handcuffed wooyoung
you told him that you couldnโ€™t waste this opportunity because you were investigating another case related to his fatherโ€™s company anyway
and he? he laughed out loud like a maniac
you soon learned why, going home with the sound of your superiors scolding you still ringing in your ears
here you are, a few years and a lot of chasing each other later
exceptโ€ฆ you get something out of the chasing now
all he has to do is corner you. all he has to do is rile you up as he tells you why you lost this game yet again
with his burning gaze and honey voice, he pins you to the spot
with his fingers tracing the curves of your face, he tells you how much he loves you chasing after himย 
as if heโ€™s all that you ever think about. he might be right
โ€œdonโ€™t you think weโ€™re meant for each other?โ€ wooyoung questions almost innocently, licking his lips subconsciously as he trails his finger down the curve of your neck until he reaches the first button of your shirt
โ€œdonโ€™t think too highly of yourself, wooyoung,โ€ you respond, your chest rising and falling in controlled breaths
you can not let him know the effect he has on you
however, wooyoung doesnโ€™t need any sort of confirmation
you can try to keep your gaze steel all you want. you can attempt to sound sure and fake indifference, but the fact is that wooyoung knows
all he has to do is take another step forward and fill the gap between you two
his warm breath caresses your face and you gulp despite yourself
he watches you intently and squeezes your neck just a bit, causing you to part your lips for air and then he brushes the tip of his nose against yours
his other hand is slowly but surely unbuckling the belt of your pants and taking it off
you can only thank god in an ashamed relief that youโ€™re in a private space- the space being one of the empty rooms in a random building on a random street because you had been tailing wooyoung
(at least the door is locked)
wooyoung brushes his lips against yours as your pants fall on the ground and pool on your feet
the sound that makes has heat rushing to your face- this should not be happening
you are a fucking detective and wooyoung is your target
but you canโ€™t complain when his fingertips dance along your hip bones
all he has to do is swipe his fingers up your panties
upon finding them soaked (as usual), he smirks and you smack his chest
he catches your fist in his hand, though
โ€œall for me?โ€ he asks
in a matter of seconds, your lips are upon each other, tongues in each otherโ€™s mouth as you wrap your legs around him
he picks you up effortlessly and places you on a very dusty table
he gets rid of his clothes all the while kissing you expertly, aiming to please you, dominate you
he sucks on your lips, your neck, anywhere he can get his mouth on
and when he finally takes off all your garments, he has more places he can get his mouth on
โ€œadmit it, detective,โ€ he breathes against your clit. โ€œyouโ€™re obsessed with me.โ€
โ€œget to work before i cuff you and fuck your brains out, wooyoung.โ€
wooyoungโ€™s laugh echoes in the room as he recalls that night- a night he is sure he can never forget
โ€œdoes that mean i get to experience that again if i stop now?โ€
you are moments away from your high- how dare he ask if he can stop?
he gets the hint and gets to work, and he makes sure he does a good job, licking and sucking at your clit until youโ€™re screaming
for bonus points, he dives his cock inside right after and stays still as he starts to kiss you eagerly
this time, youโ€™re the one who loses to him and lets him take control
you let him thrust into you. you let him praise you and humiliate you to no end
truth be told, youโ€™re addicted to him. there is no going back from here
wooyoung knows how to use his tongue and he whispers sweet nothings
he is also surprisingly good at aftercare, even though you donโ€™t accept it from him
well, you try not to, but he is insistent
he takes you home and he invites himself in
you go to the shower and he goes to your room to admire the effort you put into bringing him down
loads of files and a board full of his โ€˜accomplishmentsโ€™ staring back at him- nothing he doesnโ€™t know
โ€œyou think your daddy will help you if i start to investigate the slush fund you have?โ€
โ€œwhich one?โ€ is his response, and he grins widely as you gape at him
he can practically see the gears in your head turning and he adores that
it is a cat and mouse game after all. he must give you something so you keep coming after him
(and you must give him something so he keeps finding you too)
while youโ€™re still processing what he just implied, your phone rings
you flinch when you pick it up, getting an earful from your team leader once again, because where were you?
you were supposed to tail wooyoung to confirm that he is meeting up with a notorious gang member who does his dirty work
the case youโ€™re team is on these days is targeting the gang, and yet againโ€ฆ wooyoung is involved
so what the hell were you doing, your superior asks
โ€œjung wooyoung did not meet up with the gang leader,โ€ you say into the phone, your eyes fixed on wooyoungย 
wooyoung has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face
โ€œand how do you know that? i thought you lost the tail-โ€
โ€œyes, i did lose the tail,โ€ you bite your lips in thought- you canโ€™t tell your team leader that wooyoung has a strong alibi this time-
but wooyoung goes ahead and snatches your phone from you
โ€œdetective lee,โ€ wooyoung greets and you mutter a string of curses under your breath
you watch wooyoung charm his way through the matter
telling the detective that he was in a tight spot because of the gang they are investigating
and how it is a shame that a โ€˜civilisedโ€™ person such as himself is being linked to thugs
he tells him that he almost got attacked but you saved him, and you hid him in an abandoned building, being wise enough not to blow your coverย 
you canโ€™t tell how he does it, but by the end of the call, your team leader is fully convinced that you did a good job today and he even praises you when you take the phone back
when you end the call, you glare at wooyoung
โ€œwhat?โ€ he shrugs. โ€œi needed an alibi.โ€
โ€œis that why you took me to the building to fuck me? because you needed an alibi?โ€
wooyoung watches you with mild curiosity
โ€œdid you think it meant something else?โ€ he asks
it would have hurt if he really meant it, but thatโ€™s the thing
you both know he doesnโ€™t mean what he says, especially about whatever is going on between you two
he has risked his position and even his life far too many times just to get you alone and fuck you
so you only smile and shake your head in response before telling him to fuck off and get out of your sight
(and he does. not before a second round)
when he leaves, you watch his car disappear from the window before going to the board and updating everything you got out of him tonight
everything about his business and his crimes. everything to make your case on him stronger
itโ€™s truly a wonder how much you can get out of fucking someone right and youโ€™re positive you can see the end of this case now
thoughโ€ฆ youโ€™re not sure if you will ever take this to court. but thatโ€™s something youโ€™ll worry about later
for now, you will follow him like a cat follows a mouse
and he will chase after you like a cat chases after a mouse
The Maniac and his Shadow
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Jongho
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The Tyrant
it is always a little too cold in the building for your liking
the building that is choi enterprises, located at the heart of the city, standing tall with numerous floors, laden in luxury
it is a workplace and home to some of the people in this city and a symbol of something untouchable to the others
as you enter the building, accompanied by your secretaries and a guard, you instantly feel the temperature drop despite the warm tones of the interior
the employees that greet you may have smiles on their faces but itโ€™s all an act. you can tell, because you know what a genuine smile looks like
choi enterprises somehow always manages to keep the most calculating people to themselves. it might be why the company has flourished so much in such a short period of time
โ€œto the private elevators, miss,โ€ a man says and you recognise him as one of the ceoโ€™s personal staff
you follow him and tug your jacket closer, wishing you had worn it instead of draping it over your shoulders
you catch your reflection on the golden glossy door of the elevator and straighten, lifting your chin up
you will not be pushed into submission, you repeat for the umpteenth time
however, things are not in your favour this time
in this never ending game of business rivalry, you and choi jongho have never seen eye to eye. you always stand in opposition, defensive or offensive
sometimes, you manage to outsmart him while making a new business deal or scoring a new project. other times, he is a few steps ahead and wins the game
except when you lose, somehow, the loss is much greater and a bit personal
your company always suffers more when you lose, which is why this little meeting you are going to have with jongho is no less than a negotiation- a war, if you must
sometimes, you wonder if jongho has a personal grudge against you. these meaningless battles start to seem like an excuse to see you
if not, then why is jongho looking like he just won the lottery at the sight of you?
โ€œas beautiful as ever,โ€ he says, scanning your figure slowly
you donโ€™t move an inch, pretending those words donโ€™t affect you
the secretaries move to another room, leaving you and jongho alone
jongho gets up from his chair and moves to the middle of the room, motioning you to take a seat
you watch as he pours a drink for you, his muscles flexing through the coat heโ€™s wearingย 
you take the drink- you need something to calm your nerves
โ€œi suppose the odds are not in your favour, considering you found your way back hereโ€
an allusion to the time he said that you were meant to find your way back here again and again, that you were just a lost kitten and he was your master, controlling you
at that time, you thought he meant to spite you, but time after time, he proved himself right
you always find your way here, always as the opposition. this time, thoughโ€ฆ you wonโ€™t bend
โ€œif the odds are in your favour,โ€ you begin experimentally, downing the drink in one gulp and then pouring one for jongho. โ€œwould you like me to join hands with you?โ€
now this is new- jonghoโ€™s eyes slightly widen at your remark
โ€œahโ€ฆ how the tables have turned,โ€ jongho started to chuckle lowly
you let him be for a moment, scoffing internally
jongho had earned the right title over the years since he stepped up as ceo of his fatherโ€™s company
a monster of capitalism
known to be the owner of many questionable businesses, borderline illegal, evading taxes and having slush funds unashamedly, heavily involved in money laundering- the list goes on and on
a true financial villain- a true monster, yetโ€ฆ being able to get away with everything, unscathed. thatโ€™s who jongho is
he has bribed every soul who would dare go against him. and those who do not take the bribe? he makes sure they kneel
and youโ€ฆ youโ€™re pretty close to being his next target- he did say you would look pretty on your knees for him
โ€œis business not going well?โ€ he asks, faking innocence. he knows
you are a rival company- seo enterprises. everything that jonghoโ€™s company is, butโ€ฆ more legal
your forefathers were once partners, and they created their independent companies without a hint of rivalry
they were the definition of true brothers (and partners in crime)
the difference between the values of your company came when you and jongho stepped up as ceo
you had made it your lifeโ€™s mission for your company to earn a good reputation and moral image, while jongho seemed to have made it his lifeโ€™s mission to simply conquer the world, no matter what or who the stepping stone is
โ€œbusiness is well,โ€ you narrow your eyes at him. โ€œitโ€™s about the land in ilsan.โ€
jongho doesnโ€™t seem surprised to hear that. it is always like this- he knows what moves you will make
โ€œah, the one where we are about to construct a gallery?โ€ jongho asks
โ€œwe?โ€ you repeat. โ€œthat land is a shared property. why have you not consulted us before going ahead and signing the documents? how could you begin this project without us-โ€
โ€œthe other option is selling it to the government because of the redevelopment project,โ€ jongho leans forward, โ€œand you know how much i despise the government getting their grubby hands on whatโ€™s mineโ€
you know he is right, and he knows that you are not here to argue about why he started this project without telling you
jongho relaxes back, considering all his options before deciding to strike. โ€œyouโ€™re worried about your involvement in that project, is that right?โ€
โ€œwell,โ€ you mirror his position, โ€œi would like to keep my reputation clean unlike yours.โ€
he chuckles at that, proud of his deeds. โ€œyeah, well, thatโ€™s going to be hard, sweetheart. that gallery is going to be an optimum location for storing money.โ€
you know what he means. the gallery is going to display priceless pieces of arts. those pieces are but a means of illegal transactions for the elites
you swallow your anger, taking a deep breath. โ€œiโ€™d like to have my shares back, then. before construction starts.โ€
โ€œuhโ€ฆโ€ jongho gets up, fixing his clothes. โ€œyouโ€™re going to have to convince me for that.โ€
โ€œplease,โ€ you scoff, but he only shakes his head, ignoring that because he knows this โ€˜pleaseโ€™ was wholly sarcastic
โ€œtry harder,โ€ he smiles mockingly before turning his back to you and moving to the window, putting his hands in the pockets of his pants and staring down at the city
a tyrant- thatโ€™s who he is
he expects to get the maximum output out of anything he set his eyes on, no matter the cost- money or lives
you join him by the window, pointing at a few spots. โ€œthatโ€™s where people held protests against your company last week,โ€ you tell him. โ€œapparently, you have been exploiting labourers too.โ€
โ€œthatโ€™s what they think,โ€ he spits. โ€œi gave them more than they deserve. they just never learn to accept. they never get pleased.โ€
you look at jongho- he sounds like he is saying the truth. he has the art of sounding like a victim at times, thus justifying his actions
โ€œdoesnโ€™t all that venom in your heart make you dizzy?โ€
jongho glances at you, his lips threatening to curl into a smile at your words
โ€œdoesnโ€™t it get tiring, pretending to be moral?โ€ jongho asks, trying to read your guarded eyesย 
โ€œthereโ€™s no pretending. i never claimed that i was full of morals, mr. choi,โ€ you sigh. โ€œi just wish for my business to have a legal foundation.โ€
โ€œand it will, you donโ€™t have to worry,โ€ he responds, curling a section of your hair that had been resting on your shoulder in his fingers
you donโ€™t flinch at his touch. youโ€™ve known him since the beginning, and nothing he does fazes you anymore- except when he leans closer experimentally, locking eyes with you and trying to read you
โ€œyou will get your shares, but you will have to convince me,โ€ he says, voice barely above a whisper
it is a challenge. it is always a challenge with choi jongho
โ€œwhy are you so obsessed with me?โ€ you laugh this time, swatting his hand away
he joins, and everything almost seems normal for a moment- just two friends with too many inside jokes, exceptโ€ฆ it only lasts for a moment
โ€œhow can i convince you?โ€ you ask, sombre
โ€œyou know what i want from you, y/n,โ€ he replies in a similar tone
he wants a true partnership, except his idea of a partnership is where you bend to his will (and so is yours)
โ€œdonโ€™t turn this into a legal battle, jongho,โ€ you warn, โ€œi would hate to summon you to court.โ€
โ€œdonโ€™t turn this into a petty rivalry,โ€ he counters, โ€œyou will benefit from this project. you reputation wonโ€™t be harmed.โ€
โ€œi donโ€™t want my name next to yours,โ€ you tell him in all honesty and you think you see hurt flash in his eyes
โ€œthat is not possible,โ€ jongho declares. โ€œour companies are not mentioned without each other. we are fated like that, you and i.โ€
that is true. no one dares to touch the two of you, so you two have always been alone
there is no one you both can trust. there is no one next to youย 
except the two of you are always together, wherever you go, be it business parties, political dinners, or high-profile events
you can only trust each other, because despite knowing everything about each otherโ€™s business, despite being at war with each other
you are always honest with each other- honest about your intentions and purpose
there is no one next to you because you two are always together, leaving no space for someone else
do you hate that? not really. does he hate that? heโ€™s not sure
โ€œyou can buy my shares from me,โ€ you start, โ€œor you can shift them elsewhere. i can handle whatever loss comes with that.โ€
โ€œorโ€ฆ you can let it be and use the revenue for something โ€˜moralโ€™,โ€ he taunts and silence envelopes the room
โ€œno matter how much you try to maintain a clean image,โ€ he starts, gentler this time, โ€œyou cannot undo the damage your forefathers have done to your company, y/n. seo enterprises will always be known as the company that exploited the weak to get to the top.โ€
you donโ€™t wince at that, though your heart aches to hear that
โ€œjust like your company. except you are continuing in their footsteps,โ€ you say
jongho nods, watching how your shoulders are curling inwards
โ€œyou are not weak, y/n, stand straight,โ€ he almost scolds, taking you by surpriseย 
you find yourself straightening at his words, confused to see how conflicted he looks
โ€œyou are the strongest person i know,โ€ he tells you, and he means it. โ€œi just donโ€™t get why you are atoning for their sins.โ€
โ€œi donโ€™t know either,โ€ you smile in defeat. โ€œi just am.โ€
โ€œwell, if you ever get tired,โ€ he gently places his hands over your shoulders, โ€œi am here for you. you can lean on me.โ€
you lock eyes with him, scanning his face. his smile seems genuine
the way he kisses your forehead makes your heart melt
when he embraces you, you lean on him physically
and you almost give in, exceptโ€ฆ
โ€œi can lean on you, huh?โ€ you say, soaking in the warmth of his body, taking as much as you can before you continueย 
โ€œso you can end my career, merge our companies and crown yourself king?โ€
you look up at him, finding him smirking
just like you thought
โ€œnot a chance, choi jongho.โ€
โ€œhow can you see right through me every time, y/n?โ€ he laughs loudly as you smack his chest and move towards the sofa to grab your purse
โ€œiโ€™m the only person who knows who you are,โ€ you tell him. โ€œyou can own the world, but you will never own me.โ€
his eyes glint almost dangerously
โ€œchallenge accepted,โ€ he says
you mockingly wave goodbye before exiting the room
choi jongho never changes, and neither do you
but somehowโ€ฆ it gets more addicting and electrifying to be with him, to compete with him and to stand with him
even though he is a tyrant, and you are everything that he is not
The Tyrant and His Defiant Ally
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eightmakesonebraincell ยท 4 months ago
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the essence of youth is summers with you
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genre: poly!surfers!ateez x fem!reader, childhood best friend!san, sort of college!au, slice of life and coming of age, slow burn, fluff, angst
length: 38.7k
c/w: surfer!ateez (deserves a warning), explicit profanity, hella angst, mentions of alcohol, themes of sexuality and homophobia, arguments, implied toxicity (not the boys), miscommunication, kissing, m x m interactions
synopsis: when you move away from your hometown at the age of six, you discover that summer in namhae takes the form of a skinny, dimpled boy who loves the sea and holding handsโ€“ choi san. but as the summers go past and he goes to seoul for college, bringing back new friends each year, you start to develop feelings that run deeper than just friendship. will your summers of youth become ones of love and dreams, or will they end in pain and heartbreak?
a/n: i owe the biggest thank you to yumi @sorryimananti-romantic for making this fic possible and for all the support she's given me in the last three months. this fic has quickly become one that i hold dearly in my heart because of how healing it has been to write, so i hope this is also healing to read โ™ก
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itโ€™s the first day of summer when you move to namhae.
the houses and trees flicker past and eventually peter out into vaster fields, mudflats and stretches of beach as your father drives through the countryside from yeosu to namhae. you idly wonder if summer in namhae will be like what it is back in your hometown.
it isnโ€™t very comfortable wedged between your parents in the middle seat of the mini-truck, especially when some of the roads become unpaved as you arrive closer to the village. but youโ€™re wearing your cute, yellow sundress with bumble bees across the front pocket, which is your big-girl dress, so you can deal with the bumpiness a little longer without complaining. the truck sounds like itโ€™s going to give out as it groans and sputters to a stop in front of what will be your new home.
tentatively, you hop out and look around. itโ€™s a quaint beach house that rests along a modest coastal embankment. when you walk closer to the edge of the port, you see that thereโ€™s a stretch of sand that leads to the ocean, and a little further down the coast is another beach houseโ€“ your new neighbours.
the rattle of your truck must have alerted them to your arrival, because they come out with warm smiles and even warmer greetings. they exchange handshakes and hugs with your parents, then the attention falls to you. thereโ€™s a boy who peers out from behind his motherโ€™s legs as she compliments your dress, his round eyes brimming with curiosity at the sight of a potential playmate other than his sister. you cling onto the side of your motherโ€™s dress and the adults share a laugh.
the boyโ€™s mother gently nudges him forward. โ€œgo on, sweetie. say hi.โ€
with another nod of encouragement, the boy shuffles closer to you with an impish grin. you realise heโ€™s shorter than you are. โ€œhi, iโ€™m san. iโ€™m six years old and i like the sea!โ€
the grip you have on your motherโ€™s dress loosens a little as you mumble shyly in return, โ€œiโ€™m y/n. iโ€™m six and i like the sea too.โ€
his smile grows impossibly wider, and his eyes and remaining reservations disappear at your words. reaching out, he grabs your hand in a physical declaration of friendship. your other hand falls away from your motherโ€™s dress.
โ€œweโ€™re going to go play at the beach,โ€ he announces, because youโ€™re his friend now and friends play together.
on your first day of summer in namhae, you find that summer takes the form of a skinny, dimpled boy who loves the sea and holding hands.
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โ€œsannie!โ€ you skid across the wooden floorboards of his living room in your sock-clad feet, startling his father who is sitting on the couch with a newspaper.
he peers at you from above his glasses with the smile that stays consistently warm, be it from him or his son. he chuckles, โ€œhello, sweetheart, here to play with san again?โ€
you bow slightly in greeting and nod before you whiz off once more in the direction of sanโ€™s room. summer vacation has only just started and you and san have already spent seven summers together, but there are crabs to chase and waves to splash and sandcastles to build so thereโ€™s not a day to be wasted.
โ€œchoi san!โ€ you holler again, thundering up to his door. youโ€™re about to yank it open when san opens it from the opposite side, excitement already plastered across his face as he starts to yell your name too.
the moment he appears, you hurtle into his chest for a hug that ends up knocking you both off-balance. he stumbles backwards with you in his arms and rebounds off the edge of his bed, sending you both sprawling onto the floor in a fit of laughter. youโ€™ve become familiar with the way his bedroom floor feels from these exact moments, and youโ€™ve also become familiar with the way sanโ€™s arms feel around you from being wrapped up in his tight cuddles. you may love the sea, but you love being with san just a little more.
โ€œdo you have your bucket?โ€ you ask, still tangled together on the floor in a mess of limbs and untamed hair.
san props himself up on an elbow and reaches behind you to reveal a large, plastic bucket. itโ€™s purple with a white handle and it matches yours; blue with a white handle and still lying on its side from when you dropped it in favour of hugging san.
you sweep up your bucket with a cheeky grin, โ€œrace you to the beach!โ€ using sanโ€™s chest as leverage to stand up, then pushing him onto his back again by his shoulders for good measure, you take off for the door.
โ€œthatโ€™s cheating!โ€ he yells after you.
you sprint with glee back through the living room, barely managing to brake in time to avoid running headfirst into his mother. you greet and farewell her in a single breath before youโ€™re off again, forgoing your sandals when you hear the thundering of sanโ€™s footsteps and a warbled bye mum! bye dad! catching up behind you.
the pavement is hot under the bare soles of your feet but soon enough you leap off the sidewalk, bucket clattering in your hand, and the ground turns cool and soft as you run across the sinking sand. san jumps after you with a battlecry of his own and you scream when you feel him right on your tail. he catches up as you near the waves and with a final burst of energy, he grabs your hand and tugs you along with him.
your grip on your bucket is lost once more when you yelp and focus on keeping up insteadโ€“ sanโ€™s only got an inch on you now but why is he so much faster than you? the wet sand starts to grow colder, salty water splashing everywhere the further you sprint. neither of you slow downโ€“ not that you could with san dragging you along right into the thick of the crashing waves as he whoops.
you dread the day san will actually be tall enough to pick you up and toss you into the water, but for now, you give him the satisfaction of pretending. you wait for him to bend down a little, then you kick the water right into his face. he splutters indignantly and blinks the sting away until he can see the wide smirk on your face. his tongue pokes his cheek as he gives you a scandalised smile, before he cocks his head and sniggers, โ€œyour turn.โ€
you take that as your cue to run. san dips his bucket into the water, scooping it up full to the brim, then starts chasing you with faux anger that makes you shriek in delight. you yell breathless apologies over your shoulder in between giggles but they all fall upon deaf ears as he continues streaking after you, bucket held high like a madman with an axe.
you end up slowing down because itโ€™s hard to run through water, and youโ€™re met with the icy downpour of water over your head. san laughs triumphantly when you look at him with the ferocity of a soaked kitten. you eye his bucket and weigh up the odds of snatching it out of his hands versus dunking him headfirst underwater through sheer force. realistically, you have no chances of doing either. plus, san knows you too well.
โ€œuse your own bucket, you loser,โ€ he banters as he hides his. and yet, he walks back to retrieve your bucket for you before itโ€™s swept out by the waves.
โ€œare you cold?โ€ san asks whilst passing it to you.
thereโ€™s vigour and liveliness thrumming through your every vein. โ€œno,โ€ you answer, โ€œโ€˜m not cold.โ€ never with you.
he nods, โ€œlet me know if you do get cold, okay? iโ€™ll grab you a jacket or something.โ€
โ€œmy house is literally next to yours. i can get one if i need to,โ€ you chuckle.
โ€œi know, but itโ€™s the principle of it. just shut up and let me have my chivalrous moment.โ€ san sits with the characteristic huffiness of a teenager who thinks heโ€™s all grown up now that heโ€™s in high school. but itโ€™s not very convincing when he immediately starts to shovel sand into his bucket with the enthusiasm of a puppy.
โ€œokay, thank you, sannie. iโ€™ll let you know if i so much as shiver,โ€ you dotingly appease him.
he nods diligently, then pats the sand next to him for you to sit down too. you join him in filling up the buckets with sand so that you two can make your thirty second attempt to build a five-tiered sandcastle pyramid. so far, youโ€™ve only ever gotten to the third layer before it starts to crumble apart.
โ€œwhatโ€™s wrong?โ€ you ask when san stops packing the sand into his bucket.
you realise heโ€™s distracted by something in the distance and you follow his line of sight to find a lone surfer riding a wave in the horizon. san watches as the manโ€™s body becomes an extension of the oceanโ€“ a dancing duet with the rolling waves as he stands steadily on his board with powerful elegance. when the board glides towards the shore, the man spreads his arms like an eagleโ€™s wings and lets himself fall backwards into the sway of the water.
san is suddenly filled with yearning to learn of the seaโ€™s choreography. he declares, โ€œi want to become a surfer.โ€
โ€œwhat happened to becoming a dancer?โ€ you raise an eyebrow. because if thereโ€™s one thing that san loves just as much as the sea, then itโ€™s dancing.
โ€œbecoming a dancer is still my dream. i meant surfing as an interest,โ€ he breathes out. โ€œjust look at him. he looks soโ€ฆfree.โ€
you can see it in the way sanโ€™s eyes follow the surferโ€™s movements and sparkle with wonderโ€“ the moment he falls utterly and hopelessly in love. โ€œthen try it,โ€ you encourage, โ€œwhatโ€™s stopping you?โ€
san tears his gaze away from the ocean to look at you instead. the same, loving gaze stays on his face. โ€œnothing,โ€ he proclaims with a growing smile. โ€œabsolutely nothing.โ€
san has all the summers in the world to surf. and youโ€™ll be there with him for every single one.
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you watch as san fixes his surfboard to the top of his black jeepโ€“ the last of his luggage to be loaded.
โ€œi donโ€™t get why youโ€™re taking that with you. thereโ€™s probably nowhere to even surf in seoul.โ€ you know you sound like a snobby six-year-old and not the eighteen-year-old that you are, but you donโ€™t really care right now. not when san is leaving and you wonโ€™t be able to attend college together like you thought you would be.
tugging on the straps once more to check that theyโ€™re secure, he chuckles, โ€œdoesnโ€™t hurt to take it just in case.โ€ when he sees the forlorn look on your face he adds, โ€œiโ€™ll be back every summer, yeah?โ€
โ€œit wonโ€™t be the same. who am i going to hang out with every day?โ€ you grumble.
san laughs endearingly, โ€œitโ€™s only until i graduate.โ€
โ€œor you find a job or a girlfriend and then youโ€™ll stay in seoul forever.โ€ you cross your arms defiantly as san steps closer and reaches out to ruffle your hair. where you had stopped growing at fifteen, san is still growing and he now towers almost half a head over you.
โ€œjust four yearsโ€“no job, no girlfriendโ€“and then iโ€™ll be back. i promise.โ€ he opens his arms a little, โ€œnow, do i get my goodbye hug or do i need to tickle it out of you instead?โ€
you huff before uncrossing your arms and sinking into his warm embrace. he folds you into his chest as your arms wrap around his waist. closing your eyes, you memorise the feeling of his back muscles flexing under your hands while he gently rocks you side to side. you soak in his body heat that swaddles your entire being in safety and home. you breathe him in one last time when you bury your face in the crook of his neck, nuzzling the steady pulse that beats there.
โ€œiโ€™ll miss you,โ€ you whisper, because you donโ€™t trust your voice not to crack if you speak any louder.
san presses a soft kiss against your hairline and admits, โ€œiโ€™ll miss you more.โ€
you bite back the urge to respond with โ€˜then stayโ€™, cherishing the moment for a little longer instead, before you step away so that he can say his goodbyes to his family. he hugs them one by one; his father, his sister, haneul, and lastly, his mother. sheโ€™s discreetly wiping at her tears and you have to look away so that you donโ€™t start crying too. because if you start crying, everything will become blurry, and you canโ€™t afford that when this is the last time youโ€™ll see san until next summer.
you all gather around the driverโ€™s window thatโ€™s rolled down to the very bottom when san is finally seated. seeing him buckle his seatbelt ready to leave overwhelms you with a sense of finality and your eyes well up before you can blink the hotness away. san stretches a hand out to thumb away your tears and makes a sad noise, โ€œdonโ€™t cry, please? we can call whenever you want.โ€
you sniffle, โ€œcall me when you arrive?โ€
he nods with that dimpled smile you are already starting to miss. and then just like that, your best friend is gone. you stand outside his house for a stretch of time, even after the outline of his jeep has long since disappeared into the distance. it may be the last week of summer, but it feels like itโ€™s the middle of winter today.
sanโ€™s eyes flick upwards to look in the rearview mirror, even though he hasnโ€™t been able to see your reflection the last three times heโ€™s looked. he had tried to appear as collected as he could to avoid making it any harder for you, but now he regrets not holding your hand a little longer; a little tighter. and if san tears up a little as he starts the four-hour drive up to seoul, then thatโ€™s between him, the car, and the playlist you made just for him.
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you absentmindedly tug on a crease in your bed sheets as you laze on your bed, phone on speaker so you donโ€™t have to hold it. โ€œwhat was that?โ€ you pull your device closer to your ear. โ€œare you going somewhere?โ€
there it is againโ€“ the beeping sound of a car in reverse. the warning signal stops as san answers vaguely, โ€œhome.โ€
you jolt up into a sitting position, a growing sense of excitement making its way across your face as you dare to ask, โ€œhome?โ€
โ€œyeah, home,โ€ san confirms, and you can hear the smile in his voice this time. โ€œi told you iโ€™d see you soon, didnโ€™t i?โ€
โ€œi didnโ€™t think you meant in five literal minutes,โ€ you almost trip over your own feet in your hurry to slip some shoes on. โ€œoh my god, is that why you said you couldnโ€™t facetime me?โ€
you can hear his answer this timeโ€“ not the scratchy voice that comes from your speaker, noโ€“ the smooth deepness of sanโ€™s voice close by. and there he is. after almost a year of freezing days, absent dimples and longing calls, choi san is finally back in namhae for the summer.
in quick succession, you notice three things. one, san has returned from seoul with triple the number of surfboards that he left with, strapped to the top of his black jeep. two, said man is now almost a whole head taller than you as he watches you with a smirk and disconnects your call. and three, heโ€™s not alone.
if you think that san is tall, then the two guys that hop out of the jeep after him are even taller. one of them runs a veiny hand through his dark brown locks, which fall back down to softly frame his face. the other turns in your direction after closing his door and you realise youโ€™ve seen him beforeโ€“ both of them, actually.
on top of your spontaneous calls with san, you facetime him every friday afternoon after your own classes have finished. heโ€™s usually in one of the universityโ€™s dance studios because, as a dance major at kq university, the studio is basically his second home. san mentions his friends every now and then and theyโ€™ll appear behind him to say hello to you or youโ€™ll be able to hear them in the background of the call.
quite frankly, the crusty quality of sanโ€™s front camera hardly does them justice because wow. theyโ€™re hot. and tall. theyโ€™re not letting you forget that fact when the three of them step away from the jeep and closer to where you and sanโ€™s family are waiting to welcome them.
san greets his parents with a hug before he gestures to his friends one by one, โ€œyunho, mingi. the friends i was telling you about.โ€
yunho and mingi thank sanโ€™s parents for letting them stay the summer and apologise in advance for the inconvenience. but from the way theyโ€™re immediately told that their extended stay is more than welcome and that hopefully the drive down from seoul wasnโ€™t too tiring, you know sanโ€™s parents have already adopted the two well-mannered boys as their own sons.
โ€œhey, pipsqueak,โ€ san sidles up to your side whilst his parents fuss over his friends.
you look at him, appalled by the sudden nickname, and even more so as you swat his hand away when he playfully ruffles your hair to tease, โ€œlooks like youโ€™ve been busy doing everything but growing.โ€
โ€œon second thoughts, maybe i donโ€™t really miss you.โ€
san laughs, the tinkle of the sound like the crisp smell of the ocean during sunrise. he pulls you into him and thatโ€™s all it takes for you to melt in his embrace. despite your earlier quip, youโ€™ve missed san terribly. it finally feels like namhae now that his familiar arms are around you again.
the rumble of sanโ€™s chest is soothing as he says, โ€œwell, i miss you. itโ€™s good to be back home.โ€
you pull back a little to look up at him and god, heโ€™s gotten so much taller. โ€œitโ€™s good to have you back home, choi san.โ€
the sound of approaching footsteps breaks your hug apart and you give the two boys a friendly smile as san roughly introduces your names, โ€œbut you all already know that, considering you guys basically see each other every week.โ€
โ€œon top of the fact that san doesnโ€™t shut up about you,โ€ mingi jokes.
san punches him in the arm and mingi amends himself with a laugh, โ€œnamhae! he doesnโ€™t shut up about namhae!โ€
yunho snorts, then offers you a small hug as he properly introduces himself. he leaves enough space between your bodies for the holy spirit to boogie when his arms encircle you, and you honestly find his courtesy extremely endearing.
โ€œare you two also dance majors?โ€ you ask.
โ€œyeah, so we share some classes together,โ€ yunho explains. โ€œmingi and san are in the department of dance performance though, whereas iโ€™m in choreo, so they have all their classes together and i only share the core ones with them.โ€
โ€œgood thing, too,โ€ mingi joins the conversation and rests an arm around the otherโ€™s shoulder. โ€œiโ€™ve known him since high school and i was honestly starting to get a little sick of his face.โ€
he earns himself a jab to the side and he keels over with a dramatic groan. both san and yunho ignore him in favour of stepping back towards the jeep to unload their surfboards. you eye the boards with curiosity, recognising the white deck with the yellow and blue tail to be sanโ€™s. the design is simple, but san had used his own money to purchase it as his first transition board after the beginner-level mini malibu his parents had gifted him, so itโ€™s his baby.
โ€œare these all yours?โ€ you question as san rests the tail of his board on the ground.
he shakes his head with a flustered laugh, โ€œthe guys brought theirs along too.โ€
mingi reaches for his board after yunho takes his and your jaw drops to the ground. โ€œyou all surf? wait, so you can surf in seoul?!โ€
โ€œno, you were right. you canโ€™t,โ€ san chortles in embarrassment. โ€œbut there are a couple of indoor surfing places that we can go to.โ€
mingi hikes his surfboard against his hip, โ€œdoesnโ€™t beat the real thing, though.โ€
โ€œnope, which is exactly why weโ€™re crashing. sorry, by the wayโ€“we probably shouldโ€™ve asked you whether we could come,โ€ yunho scratches the back of his neck.
you frown, โ€œof course you can. itโ€™s not like iโ€™m the town head of namhae or anything.โ€
โ€œbut they know we spend our summers together,โ€ san lightly bumps you with the side of his hip.
โ€œoh,โ€ you can feel heat creeping across your cheeks, so you force it away by jumping on the opportunity to tease, โ€œyou know what? mingi was right. you donโ€™t shut up about me, do you.โ€
mingi hollers at the ammunition you have just given him for future use and even yunho slaps his hand over his mouth to hide his smile. itโ€™s amusing to see san flustering so easily now that thereโ€™s a new dynamic of friendship between you and the other two boys, and san resorts to giving both of his friendsโ€™ asses a good-natured kick in the direction of the beach.
as they lumber off with their boards sniggering, san effortlessly hoists his own board up and sideways and beckons, โ€œletโ€™s go.โ€
โ€œyou know i canโ€™t surf, san.โ€
he flicks your nose fondly with his free hand, โ€œnot to surf, silly. letโ€™s go get our buckets.โ€
your eyes widen and you stand on your tiptoes with excitement, โ€œbuckets?โ€
โ€œof course,โ€ san waggles his eyebrows up and down with his dual dimples. โ€œweโ€™ve got some serious sandcastle-building to show off.โ€
half an hour later, all three surfboards are tossed to one side in the wet sand as you share the buckets for an intense showdown between the โ€˜namhae ninjasโ€™ and the โ€˜highschool homiesโ€™. san had shot down your suggestion to alliterate your team name with the word โ€˜neighboursโ€™, claiming it was an insult to the bestfriendshipness between you two, but hadnโ€™t been able to come up with a much better alternative himself.
san holds his breath as you upturn another moulded bucket of sand onto the third tier of your sandcastle pyramid. with little surprise, the foundation starts to crumble and triggers a chain reaction that topples it all over. as always, some things just donโ€™t change, even over time.
mingi laughs at your sandy ruins with an awful lot of audacity for someone who had watched yunho build most of their sandcastle, only to then add a little stick at the very top as a finishing touch. he grabs his phone from where he had left it on the safety of his discarded towel and holds up the front camera to take a photo of you all.
where there used to be two sandcastles between two friends, there are now two sandcastles between four. mingi snaps the photo, eternalising the moment. some things do change over time, and sometimes, change is just the beginning of a new chapter.
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โ€œwhich one do you think looks better?โ€
your mother takes a step back to scrutinise yunhoโ€™s pick. โ€œthis one,โ€ she points, โ€œthe other colour palette clashes too much.โ€
san nods solemnly in agreement and mingi squints at his own choice from beside. with the seriousness of their expressions, one would think that theyโ€™re discussing investment properties. in reality, youโ€™re watching your trio of friends and your mother earnestly matching and colour-coordinating the floral prints of your fatherโ€™s flowy farming pants to their button-up shirts.
noticing the dubious frown on mingiโ€™s face, your mother nonchalantly skims her fingertips over the pants heโ€™s holding. โ€œthis is one of my favourites because it has little leaves on it,โ€ she remarks, before dropping her voice to a whisper so that only mingi can hear her next words. โ€œit matches your shirt. i think youโ€™ll look the best in it.โ€
he immediately perks up and you canโ€™t help but compare him to a sunflower that thrives the most under a loving hand. itโ€™s incredibly cute and you can also tell that your mother feels the same, if not obvious from the way she has been giving him extra hugs and compliments all summer.
you rejoin the boys after you have all changed into your pants. it takes a lot of self control not to laugh when you see how seriously they are taking their get-up; rubber boots hiked up to their knees over their floral pants, and their straw hats secured snugly with the chin straps. even as disinterested as your father originally was when the trio had first arrived at the beginning of summer, he now lingers behind the sliding glass doors to watch you and san attempt to teach the tall boys how to plant rice seedlings in the paddy field.
yunho grabs a small, prepared bed of seedlings and turns to look at you cheekily. โ€œwant to be a rice friend and show me how to plant these?โ€
you level him with a stare that makes him chuckle and apologise, โ€œsorry, i wonโ€™t say that a-grain.โ€
he looks awfully pleased with himself, so you turn on your heels in pretence to ditch him for mingi instead. you let out an involuntary yelp when yunho prevents your escape by quite literally manhandling you back next to him. he dares to up his charm by using his wide, sparkling eyes on you as he thrusts the seedlings into your hands, like a child waiting for you to open a bag of snacksโ€“ how could anybody say no?
you talk him through your demonstration, separating a small cluster of seedlings from the seedbed before transplanting it into the field. once he seems confident, you let him take over. itโ€™s mesmerising to watch yunhoโ€™s hands as he deftly carries out each stepโ€“ the way his long and slender fingers move with coordination and grace. despite it being his first time, he works skillfully like someone with years of experience. youโ€™ve come to realise that yunhoโ€™s good at doing things that involve physicality, like dancing, surfing, and now farming.
โ€œhow did you start surfing?โ€ you wonder.
yunho stills momentarily, before he separates another cluster of seedlings and runs his fingers through its green shoots. โ€œi actually started surfing because mingi wanted to try,โ€ his voice is fond. โ€œitโ€™s been four or five years now.โ€
โ€œthatโ€™s really sweet of you.โ€
he ducks his head bashfully, then asks, โ€œwhat about you? how come you donโ€™t surf?โ€
โ€œsan roped me into his first few lessons, but i never got the hang of it so i stopped,โ€ you reveal. โ€œi prefer watching, anyway.โ€
โ€œmaybe you just didnโ€™t have a good teacher. i could teach you one day?โ€
you donโ€™t doubt that he would make a good teacher, but you would most definitely be a terrible student. the shirt and board shorts that leave very little to imagination when heโ€™s soaked, and the water that drips from the ends of his hair down his jawline and neck are distracting enough as they are from a distance.
you chuckle, โ€œyouโ€™re going to need a lot longer than just a few days to turn me into a surfer. you guys leave this weekend, donโ€™t you?โ€
โ€œthatโ€™s true,โ€ he hums. โ€œbut thereโ€™s always next summerโ€ฆif youโ€™d like that?โ€
at his words, you suddenly donโ€™t know where to look. the rosiness that starts to colour your cheeks makes a small part of you hope that there is an underlying hint of flirting in his question. before you can answer though, youโ€™re interrupted by san peering over your shoulder to look at yunhoโ€™s progress. โ€œof course youโ€™re good at this too.โ€
you crane your neck to look around san, where you find mingi squatting and planting seedlings in the rows that are within armโ€™s reach.
โ€œhowโ€™s he going?โ€
san glances back, โ€œheโ€™s, uhโ€“well. heโ€™s trying.โ€
โ€œmy hardest!โ€ mingi yells across the field.
with a laugh, you stand up and slowly make your way towards him, leaving san and yunho to lay down the rules to see who can plant the most seedlings in the next half an hour. because apparently, everything needs to be a competition between them.
the seedlings that mingi has planted donโ€™t look that bad, honestly. theyโ€™re a little lopsided, the spacing and height of each seedling a little inconsistent, but for his first time it really isnโ€™t all too bad. you tell him such and squat down beside him. โ€œhere, let me show you.โ€
you gently remove one of the seedlings from the watery mud whilst talking, โ€œthey may just be plants, but theyโ€™re like people, too. if you treat them with love and care, you can see the same reflected in them.โ€ you neaten the sides of the hole as you add, โ€œyou know, itโ€™s kind of like how yunho loves and cares for you.โ€
having spent all summer with the pair, you notice all the times yunho subtly perks his head up to locate where the other boy is. all the times yunho brings him into conversation or back into the little huddle youโ€™re all standing in. all the times yunho will wait for mingi to say what he wants or thinks before saying the same thing himself.
your fingers ease the seedling into the hole, then you fill it with soil and pat it down firmly to give the shoot the support it needs. โ€œyunho told me he started surfing because you wanted to.โ€
at your words, mingi nods with a wistful smile; completely different from his characteristic cheerfulness. even the brightest of stars have moments where their twinkle dulls. โ€œi was going through a rough time at home and i wanted something to distract myselfโ€ฆgive myself a reason to get out of the house, even if just for a few hours,โ€ he reveals. โ€œsometimes, yunho and i skipped our morning classes and he would take me on long trips to the beach just so that we could surf.โ€
โ€œiโ€™m glad you had him to help you through that.โ€
โ€œyeah, heโ€™s helped me a lot,โ€ mingi agrees. โ€œhe still does. sannie too.โ€ as he talks, mingi attempts to plant another seedling the way you have shown him, and this time, it stands tall and proud amongst the other shoots beside the one you have planted.
โ€œhow are things at home now?โ€ you ask.
he shrugs aloofly, an indirect answer that tells you everything you need to know. his gaze settles on the other half of your little summer quartet, who are now in heated debate over the winner of the planting competition. โ€œboth of them knew that i didnโ€™t want to go back to my hometown over summer. thatโ€™s why san asked if we wanted to come here with him. thanks for letting us stay this summer, y/n. itโ€™s meant a lot to me.โ€
your heart breaks a little at his words and you nudge him playfully, โ€œstop treating me like iโ€™m the head of namhae. thereโ€™ll always be a place here for the both of you.โ€
he lets out a laugh, a glimpse of his usual self. โ€œwe just know how much summers mean to you and san.โ€
โ€œand meanings can always change for the better,โ€ you counter with a smile.
mingi feels warm from the very inside. for a moment, only you and him exist in this bubble of comfort as you simply gaze at each other. and it doesnโ€™t go unnoticed. yunho stretches his back with a satisfied exhale at sanโ€™s admittance of defeat before glancing at the two of you looking nice and cosy in the exact same corner of the paddy field you were working on half an hour ago.
โ€œhave you two just been sitting there this whole time?โ€ yunho narrows his eyes as his words draw sanโ€™s attention.
โ€œno?โ€ you flimsily say, at the same time mingi confidently declares, โ€œyes.โ€
the man beside you is back to his usual antics as he giddily fans the fire by gloating, โ€œwhat are you going to do about it?โ€
yunho and san glance at each other and you start rising to your feet at the foreboding of danger. they nod.
thatโ€™s all the warning you get before they lunge in your direction. as dorky and harmless as the two of them look in their styled outfit of farming pants and straw hats, they are anything but that as yunho and san take frighteningly large steps through the rice paddy with their long legs. and just as your luck would have it, yunho is the one who is closest to you out of the two predators. you hardly think that itโ€™s a fair chase between the tallest and the shortest.
โ€œyun, we can talk this out like adults,โ€ you try to distract him.
whilst youโ€™re struggling for your life to pull your boots out of the squelching mud as fast as you can, yunho easily moves towards you with a devilish grin. you see his outstretched hands, covered in mud, and you decide right there and then that youโ€™re not above begging.
โ€œdonโ€™t come any closer! please, iโ€™m sorry! iโ€™mโ€“โ€ your pleads are cut off when he grabs you by the waist and hauls you over his shoulder.
for a brief second, you almost slip right over him face-first into the mud from the momentum and your life flashes before your eyes. but then yunhoโ€™s arms flex as he steadily grips your thighs and readjusts your weight, and you resign your fate to his shoulder and his prettyโ€“ but grubbyโ€“ hands.
you twist your head to the side when a husky screech alerts you to victim number two and you find mingi at the mercy of sanโ€™s headlock. he rapidly taps the latterโ€™s forearm, yelling mercy as you all burst out into laughter. very soon, the field turns into a playground of childish liveliness as all intentions of farming are tossed to the wind.
mingi was right in saying that summers mean a lot to you and san. but as you all chase and run away from one another around the muddy field, smearing loving handprints of dirt over each otherโ€™s faces and clothes, sounds of happiness loud enough that your parents can hear it from back inside the house, summer takes on a new meaning in the shape of you four.
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in hindsight, it makes a lot of sense now why sanโ€™s parents had knocked on your door earlier this morning, entrusting you with the spare key to their house and waving goodbye as they drove away in their rented campervan. they had let you know that they would be going on a road trip along the coast this summer so that san and his friends could have the house to themselves.
you hadnโ€™t thought much of itโ€“ just excitedly counted down the hours until the reunion of your little quartet. yunho had been texting you updates as he, san and mingi finally made the four-hour trip down to namhae now that they were on summer vacation. one of the last texts you had received had been a picture of mingi in the backseat, head lolling and mouth open in deep slumber, with the caption, โ€˜gonna need to wake sleeping beauty up soon XD weโ€™ll be there in about twentyโ€™.
this time, you had opted to wait for their arrival by sitting on the embankment outside your houses. your legs had dangled off the ledge as you looked out towards the beach, and at the telltale noise of their arrival, you had excitedly hopped up to your feet, only to be met with a sight that had your steps halting in fluster. and oh, this is why sanโ€™s parents had decided to yield the house. because this time, not only have the number of surfboards doubled, but so have the number of cars and boys that are suddenly in front of you.
as san turns off the ignition to his jeep, youโ€™re dazedly swept up into a sandwich of hugs between yunho and mingi as they greet you eagerly. itโ€™s good to see them again in the flesh instead of their measly five-inch-tall selves over facetime, and youโ€™d be a little overwhelmed by their height on either side of youโ€“ having forgotten just how tall they really areโ€“ if your attention isnโ€™t distracted by the opening doors of the banged-up ute behind sanโ€™s jeep.
either seoul has water thatโ€™s doped with something, or birds of a feather flock together, because each of the three boys that step out are equally as good-looking. youโ€™d be lying if your heart didnโ€™t skip a beat at the sight of them. youโ€™re a simple girl with hormones weak for eye candy, after all.
yunho slings an arm around you and walks you a little closer as the new faces turn to look at you with friendly smiles. โ€œthis is y/n,โ€ yunho introduces. โ€œand these are our friends, jongho and yeosang.โ€
you notice that he skips over one of the boys, who starts to open his mouth in complaint, but then yunho continues on, โ€œand this short one is hongjoong. we keep him as our mascot.โ€
hongjoong gives the taller his middle finger with practised ease and counters, โ€œand we keep you as our tall circus freak.โ€
the way everyone snickers, yunho and hongjoong included, tells you that this is just about as average an interaction can be. after the boys properly greet themselves and pleasantries are exchanged with you, they decide to unload all their luggage so that they can rest for the afternoon. you walk over to the open boot of the black jeep, reaching for the last duffel and hoisting it into your hands.
before you can so much as take two steps, thereโ€™s a hand carefully taking the bag from yours. when you tilt your head up, itโ€™s sanโ€™s kind eyes that are gazing back at you. โ€œhere, let me do it,โ€ he casually tells you and then he walks towards the open doors of his house.
left with the outline of his back, you have a clear view of his shoulders flexing under his white shirt and you wonder when he started to fill out his clothes with muscle. you become conscious of the way youโ€™re subtly ogling at your best friend, so you shake your head and walk over to the back of the ute instead where there are still a few bags left in the open bed.
thereโ€™s a small duffel that looks relatively light. as you drag it closer, you quickly realise itโ€™s heavier than it looks. โ€œwhat the hell is in this? weights?โ€ you mutter to yourself.
thereโ€™s a giggle beside you, โ€œsorry, thatโ€™s probably yeosangโ€™s bag. he brings his supplements with him everywhere.โ€
itโ€™s jongho this time, with his gummy smile and crescent eyes, who takes the bag handles out of your hands. he extends a brown paper bag out to you instead. โ€œwe can trade. this is much lighter.โ€
he easily picks up the bag of supplements and then reaches for a second bag to sling over his shoulder. for the amount of adorableness he exudes from his smile and laugh, the strength that he seems to have is on the complete opposite end of the spectrum. as he walks away, thereโ€™s the crunch of approaching footsteps and you see that itโ€™s the short boy, hongjoong. heโ€™s only short relative to his friends, because when he comes to stand beside you heโ€™s still easily taller than you.
โ€œmaybe you could help me hold this, too.โ€ heโ€™s holding his closed fist out, making it impossible to discern whatโ€™s in his hands.
โ€œwhat is it?โ€ you ask as you open your hand, palm upturned for him to drop whatever he is holding into yours.
except he simply uncurls his fingers and intertwines them with yours, shit-eating grin plastered all over his face. a laugh erupts from your throat, only growing in volume when yeosang appears and interrupts by stepping between the two of you, forcing his friend to let go of your hand.
as yeosang grabs the last suitcase and closes the tailgate, he deadpans to the other, โ€œsanโ€™s going to chop your hand off when he sees,โ€ then he slings his free arm around hongjoong and ushers the both of you back into the house.
โ€œitโ€™s okay, i wouldnโ€™t let san do that to you,โ€ you reassure.
hongjoong smirks triumphantly at yeosang, only for you to wipe the expression off his face when you finish, โ€œbecause thatโ€™d be animal abuse.โ€
โ€œitโ€™s been five minutes and youโ€™ve already picked your side,โ€ he laments dramatically, before nodding. โ€œi see how you play. i like you.โ€
โ€œitโ€™s a shame i donโ€™t,โ€ you quip back immediately.
โ€œfuck, did i just get rejected?โ€
yeosang shoves his friend through the doorway, โ€œstop digging yourself a deeper hole.โ€
you all laugh as you shut the front door behind you to stop the cold of the air conditioner that san has turned on from escaping. youโ€™re definitely starting to see the appeal hongjoongโ€™s friends have in teasing him.
you take the bag of snacks still in your hand to the kitchen and you set it on the counter where san is drinking a glass of water. heโ€™s watching the rest of the boys play โ€˜scissors, paper, rockโ€™ over room allocations now that all their luggage has been piled up in the living room. he raises an arm and you easily slot yourself into his side and slide an arm around his waist. relaxing into the touch of his hand slowly rubbing up and down your arm, you also watch as the boys grow increasingly rowdy with each emerging winner.
youโ€™ve had the fleeting thought before, but now that youโ€™re seeing all the boys together, you realise just how attractive they all well and truly are. even san, youโ€™re slowly starting to notice, does not lack in the face or body department.
โ€œdo you guys have a rule where you have to be attractive to be friends or something?โ€ you ask, only half-jokingly. even though you had directed the question at san, itโ€™s not him who answers you.
โ€œaww, stop. you think weโ€™re attractive?โ€ of course hongjoong would be the one to overhear.
immediately, the feistiness in you appears. โ€œyeah, and iโ€™m wondering why they made an exception for you.โ€
he takes on the jest easily, โ€œgod, youโ€™re obsessed with me.โ€
โ€œyouโ€™re right, iโ€™m a little crazy for dogs,โ€ you shoot back, and you can feel the shake of sanโ€™s chuckles from next to you.
โ€œgood thing iโ€™d bark for you, then.โ€
โ€œwhat the fuck, guys?โ€ mingi interrupts, โ€œget a room.โ€
at that, san steps forward protectively and shoos his friends away, โ€œhurry up and put your bags in the rooms so we can go surfing.โ€
yunho and yeosang take their bags towards the small guest room down the hall, whilst the remaining three head for sanโ€™s room. you turn to san incredulously, โ€œyouโ€™re fitting four people in your room?โ€
he shakes his head, โ€œof course not. iโ€™m going to sleep in haneulโ€™s room. sheโ€™s on a trip with her friends for most of the summer.โ€
โ€œshe can stay at mine when she comes back. until you guys have to go back to seoul,โ€ you suggest.
โ€œoh, thatโ€™s right. your parents are in yeosu now, arenโ€™t they?โ€
you nod. you had told san a couple of weeks ago that your parents had moved back to your grandparentโ€™s house for the meantime. theyโ€™re not sure how long they will be staying in your hometown for, but considering the deteriorating health of your grandparents and the fact that you are independent enough to take care of yourself, itโ€™ll likely be for a while.
san doesnโ€™t tell you, but thatโ€™s part of the reason why he has brought so many of his friends back this summer. he knows that youโ€™re silently struggling to adjustโ€“ even if his parents take care of you like their own daughterโ€“ so he hopes that he and his friends can fill in some of the silence, even if just for the summer. he wishes it didnโ€™t just have to be summer.
โ€œdo you need to change into something else before we go?โ€ he asks you.
you look down at the t-shirt and shorts that youโ€™re wearing. you donโ€™t mind getting them wet, but you canโ€™t say the same about your underclothes. โ€œyeah, iโ€™ll quickly go and change first.โ€
he nods and watches as you head towards the door to toe on your sandals. when you pull the door open, he gently calls after you, โ€œitโ€™s good to see you again, pipsqueak. iโ€™ve missed you.โ€
you smile, โ€œiโ€™ve missed you more.โ€
even after the door closes behind you, sanโ€™s smile stays on his face. โ€œiโ€™ve missed you the most.โ€
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no matter how many times you experience the thrill of getting tossed into the ocean, you still cannot fathom the fact that the once short, skinny boy who used to pretend to pick you up is now tall and strong enough to actually do it.
โ€œyou cheater!โ€ you screech when you feel sanโ€™s arms snake around your waist from behind, lifting you up off your feet. โ€œyou said youโ€™d give me a ten-second head start!โ€
his gleeful laugh rings in your ears as he ignores your flailing limbs and teases, โ€œi did! your little legs are just too slow.โ€
you start to feel the coolness of waves splashing your ankles and toes the further san carries you out away from shore and your grip on his forearm tightens in anticipation. with a slight swing, he lets go of your waist and tosses you into the water. the next thing you know when you regain your balance and wipe the water from your face is the sound of sanโ€™s yelp as he disappears underwater. jongho grins from above, having leapt onto the olderโ€™s back, who in turn has crumpled under the unsuspecting weight.
san emerges with a hulk-like roar absolutely soaked to the bone, his black t-shirt clinging to his torso. the clear outlines of his chest and broad shoulders set off an unfamiliar skip in your heart yet again, and san lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe his faceโ€“ revealing his abs in all of their wonderโ€“ does the complete opposite of calming you down.
you're fucked. there's no way you're attracted to san like that. in the form of petty revenge, said man brings his hands down to slap the surface of the water, splashing it right in your face and jonghoโ€™s andโ€ฆyeah, that flutter of butterflies is gone.
san is caught right in the middle of the crossfire as you and jongho splash him, drowning his figure in torrential rain. the sounds of his choked laughter draw the attention of everyone else too, who have no idea why san is the target but are more than willing to join in. but with the plethora of water being splashed and the chaos of hands coming from every possible direction, the three of you end up drowning under the attacks.
hongjoong quickly loses motivation when his arms grow tired from doggy-paddling the water and yunho and yeosangโ€™s attempts also slow down. they snicker at the aftermathโ€“ your trio absolutely drenchedโ€“ and then rapidly skitter away before any of you decide to retaliate in vengeance.
at their cowardice, san bites the bait and goes hollering after them, leaving you with the youngest of your group of friends. jongho beckons towards the shore with his head and youโ€™re momentarily distracted by his wet bangs falling over his forehead and eyebrows.
โ€œup for more surfing?โ€ he grins at you. and if thereโ€™s one thing youโ€™ve learnt over the summer, itโ€™s that you would kill for jongho if he asked you with his gummy smile.
jongho is a surprisingly good surfer. as the only one in the group who grew up in seoul with limited exposure to the beach, you can hardly tell that heโ€™s a relative beginner in comparison to the rest of the boys unless you were a surfer yourself.
once they had become their close-knit group and they realised that most of them had a shared love for surfing, they had colloquially formed their own little surferโ€™s club, knighting jongho as their honorary member. he learnt to surf in indoor centres, during the occasional beach road trips they would make and through the experienced guidance of his friends.
of all six surfboards they had brought to namhae, jonghoโ€™s softboard is the one that is the most ideal for you to learn with. true to his words, yunho had attempted to teach you how to surf but on his own boardโ€“ a shortboard great for experienced surfers to catch steep and aggressive waves, but terribly hard for a beginner to control. jongho had offered his board and so under his and yunhoโ€™s careful hands, you had spent your summer practising on the beach before slowly transitioning into the water.
which is where you find yourself now, on your stomach as you slowly paddle out. jongho stands close by and waist-deep in the shallow waters of the spot that he has led you to where the waves are few and calm. just a couple of metres away, yeosang idly straddles his longboard as he watches in support.
โ€œyou remember how to push through the waves?โ€ jongho checks and you nod, gripping the rails of the surfboard and straightening your arms to lift your torso upwards.
โ€œyeah, hang on,โ€ he says, moving closer. jongho rests his hand gently on the small of your back to steady your body and you have to focus on what heโ€™s telling you instead of the feeling of his warm hand. he taps the sides of the board a few inches in front of where your grip currently is.
โ€œhold it here, otherwise your centre of gravity is too far back,โ€ he explains as you shift your hands forward. โ€œthe board might end up tipping backwards when you go through the wave.โ€
you retry the movement with the new positioning and jongho nods in satisfaction, removing his hand and stepping back again.
โ€œthereโ€™s a wave coming in we could try,โ€ yeosang suggests.
the slight swell of a forming wave starts to appear in the horizon. it doesnโ€™t increase much in size the closer it gets, but as it reaches its peak height, the top breaks and turns into a whitewater wave. yeosang is out a little further and so he demonstrates how to push through first, lifting his torso above the break as his surfboard cuts through the wave.
โ€œokay, ready? hold steady, steady,โ€ jongho encourages, helping you time the movement, โ€œand push up!โ€
you follow his call and straighten your arms to lift your upper body out of the waveโ€™s trajectory, guiding the nose of your surfboard through at the same time that jongho dives under the wave. although your face still gets splashed with some water and your board trembles slightly in your grasp, you make it through the wave without tipping over.
โ€œi did it!โ€ you yell, shakily sliding yourself further up your board so that you can straddle it.
โ€œyou did it!โ€ the boys respond excitedly.
jongho jumps up and down beside your board, prompting yeosang to slide into the water to join your side. you laugh brightly at the sense of achievement and at the sight of the two boys bobbing around you in a merry-go-round of exuberance.
โ€œjust a little more practice and youโ€™ll be taking on the monster swells in no time,โ€ yeosang declares. you know heโ€™s exaggerating, but it makes pride bloom in your chest regardless.
somebody calls out your names and you all turn to look. itโ€™s san standing near the waters, gesturing behind him as he yells, โ€œweโ€™re going to walk to the mart to get some ice cream. do you guys want to come?โ€
โ€œyes!โ€ you shout back, โ€œwait for me!โ€
ungraciously tumbling off your surfboard in a hurry so that you can pull it back to shore, the boys chuckle at your eagerness. jongho grabs his board from out of your grasp so that he can carry it instead and the boys all trail behind you as you bound past san towards the pile of your belongings on the sand. while you sift through the heap for your sandals, your other hand subconsciously peels your clinging shirt away from your body. you feel the presence of someone coming up behind you and assuming itโ€™s san, you straighten your back with a phone in your hand.
โ€œsan, you left your phโ€“โ€ you start, except itโ€™s yeosang, who bends down to pick up his towel and drapes it around you. itโ€™s warm from the hours itโ€™s spent in the sun and you canโ€™t help the pleasant shiver that runs through your body. yeosang tugs it snugly over your shoulders and then takes the phone from your hand.
โ€œhere,โ€ he tosses it to its owner, who falls into step behind you.
san nods his head in thanks and rummages under a towel where your sandals have been hiding before placing your shoes by your feet. โ€œthe groundโ€™s pretty hot,โ€ he says as he offers you his forearm to steady yourself with, patiently waiting for you to do up the buckles around your ankle.
โ€œwait, i forgot my wallet,โ€ you tell him once jongho and yeosang rejoin you after putting their surfboards away.
โ€œdonโ€™t worry about it,โ€ san reassures, โ€œhongjoongโ€™s buying.โ€
your ears perk up and he laughs because he knows exactly what youโ€™re thinking. โ€œyes, y/n. bleed him dry and order whatever you want."
"even a doubleโ€“no, even a triple scoop?" you exclaim scandalously.
san's eyes drip adoration, "yes, even a triple scoop."
you run ahead with a cheer, blabbering jonghoโ€™s ear off about how if you get three different flavours and he also gets three different flavours, then you guys get to share six flavours, before yeosang joins in with excited chatter about how you guys can make it nine flavours if he does the same. you catch up with the rest of your friends and somehow, like a devilish cult, you all start to chant, โ€œbleed hongjoong dry! bleed hongjoong dry!โ€
the oldest jokes that he only offered to pay for yours, not everybodyโ€™s, so mingi starts to tell you what he wants so that you can order in his stead, setting off a chain reaction as everyone else places their orders through you. they surround you, happy jostles and raucous snickers as you disappear in the middle of the group.
from behind, as san watches you grow closer and closer with his friends each summer, he canโ€™t help but feel like heโ€™s going to burst from affection and pride. he knows it will be a while until your parents move back to namhae, as is the same for himself until he graduates. but between his group of sixโ€“ which will hopefully become the full eight next summerโ€“ and the group chat that you all made within hours of meeting each other, san is confident that youโ€™ll never feel alone.
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โ€œif only wooyoung was here, then weโ€™d have someone to grill the meat properly,โ€ yeosang muses as he watches jongho flip and examine the packaging of the beef. โ€œheโ€™s the best cook out of us.โ€
โ€œtrust him to be a good cook, too,โ€ you comment.
when you had first met yeosang, jongho and hongjoong, they had told you that there were two other friends who werenโ€™t able to make it to namhae with the rest of them this summer. one of them was wooyoung, who naturally became part of the group after attending the same dance club as yunho, mingi and san. wooyoung had then been paired up with jongho during an inter-department project between the department of film & multimedia and the department of drama, growing close to the younger and by extension, to hongjoong, a senior in jonghoโ€™s drama society.
their other friend was seonghwa, they had told you; the oldest in their group and also in the year above like hongjoong. however, seonghwa attends a completely different university along with yeosang, the both of them undertaking a degree in education at seoul national university. they share some senior classes together, as yeosang had transferred from a law degree and had some of the credit prerequisites to jump ahead. and since yeosang is a close family friend of wooyoungโ€™s, the three of them gradually became well-acquainted with each other.
itโ€™s a running joke that you donโ€™t need to remember how everybody knows each otherโ€“ you just need to know that wooyoung is the common factor between them all, the person who decided that all of his friends should be friends with each other. so not only is wooyoung a social butterfly, seemingly charming and witty with good looksโ€“ should the boysโ€™ track record stay trueโ€“ but apparently heโ€™s a good cook too. some people really just have it all.
โ€œwhat else do we need?โ€ jongho asks, haphazardly placing a few packets of the meat into the shopping cart heโ€™s pushing.
โ€œmingi said it would be good to make smores at the end of the night,โ€ you answer.
last summer, during the final week that mingi, yunho and san were in namhae, you had all decided to have a barbeque feast and then spend the rest of the night huddled around a small campfire on the shores of the beach. it had been one of your favourite memories, simply basking in the peaceful buzz of summer and slowing your lives down just for one night to do nothing. you had suggested turning it into a tradition, and now that the final week of this summer has arrived, youโ€™re all at one of the few grocery stores in namhae to stock up on food, snacks and drinks for the night.
โ€œletโ€™s see if they have marshmallows, then,โ€ jongho makes a move to walk away.
hongjoong suddenly interrupts the conversation, appearing with an empty trolley in front of him. โ€œget in,โ€ he tells you.
yeosang helpfully points out, โ€œthat sounds like something a man with a tinted white van would say,โ€ at the same time you question, โ€œare we even allowed to do that?โ€
he beams, โ€œi like to think that until somebody tells us weโ€™re not allowed to do something, we are allowed to do it.โ€
โ€œi can think of fifteen different reasons right now why thatโ€™s terrible life advice.โ€
the man simply nudges your side with the end of his trolley and you half-heartedly frown, โ€œiโ€™m really hoping this seonghwa friend is more responsible than you are, seeing as heโ€™s older.โ€
โ€œi hate to break it to you, but seonghwaโ€™s worse,โ€ jongho grimaces. โ€œmaturity ages backwards in this group, unfortunately.โ€
at jonghoโ€™s words, you turn to look for yunho, hoping that as the next oldest down the line he can talk some sense into hongjoong. only youโ€™re met with the sight of the overgrown man pushing his own shopping cart with a very cramped but happy mingi sitting inside.
you sense defeat when hongjoong nudges you once more. โ€œi canโ€™t believe iโ€™m doing this,โ€ you mutter to yourself as he holds it steady for you to climb into. after all, you think, whatโ€™s life without breaking a few rules?
except nothing prepares you for the absolute madness that unfolds the moment your bottom touches the cold, metal gridding of the trolley. hongjoong quite literally revs the handlebar with engine sound effects, before charging through the aisle at full speed in an apparent race against yunho and his passenger princess. you hold on to for dear life, thinking that this will be over once you reach the end of the aisle. but both racers show no signs of stopping, instead drifting with sharp cornering into the next aisle as you screech. half of you is terrified, but the other half of you is starting to seek the thrill.
โ€œfaster, joong! faster!โ€ you goad when you can see san standing at the end of the frozen section, waving an imaginary chequered flag.
both carts rattle past him in a close match, and as opposed as you were to the idea at first, you argue passionately against the honorary referee and the rival team over who won first place. even jongho and yeosang pick a side and claim that their eyesโ€“ from three aisles overโ€“ are as trustworthy as VAR playback.
itโ€™s no surprise when the ruckus youโ€™re all making gets a store manager sent your way. but by some saving grace, most likely the begrudging understanding that everyone has done this exact thing at one point or another growing up, the store does not kick you out. they let you finish shopping for the supplies you need, but not without the glares of the retail workers following you and your friends regardless of which aisle you try to duck and disappear behind.
with hushed giggles and not-so-subtle elbows in each otherโ€™s sides, your group hurriedly pays and places the multitude of plastic bags back into the trolley. san and jongho take one of the trolleys each and you all walk back to the cars to load the shopping. you would think that a scolding would deter any further misbehaviour, but when you all see the relatively empty parking lot, thereโ€™s only shared smiles of deviousness and glints of mischief.
if anyone were to look at the parking lot outside the grocery store that tuesday morning, they would see a group of seven friends, clad in an eyesore disarray of sweatpants, shorts, pajama tops and slippers, pushing each other around in shopping carts like bumper cars with shrieks of joy, circling around the dusty jeep and banged-up ute that has become an enabler of their connection and happiness.
you may all be doing the very things that your older selves will look back on with exasperated smiles and disapproving head shakes in ten years. but in the moment, you are unafraid; uncaring of what others think, because you have your friends by your side. and this, you think to yourself, is the essence of youth and summer.
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you wish you were older. because being older means that youโ€™ll have graduated, and being graduated means that you wonโ€™t have to fucking study for your fucking exams. you let out a groan and drop your head onto the table, making an audible thump when your forehead misses the thick textbooks and scattered notes, and hits the solid surface instead.
โ€œhey, you need those brain cells,โ€ someone gently chides. haneul stands at the doorway to your bedroom, watching your misery with a fond smile.
โ€œcanโ€™t lose what i donโ€™t have,โ€ you mumble back.
โ€œtake a break,โ€ she suggests. โ€œdo you want me to get you something from the bakery?โ€
haneul laughs when your head immediately turns to look at her, your left cheek pressed against the table by the cheeky smile that adorns your face. she chuckles again, โ€œgot it. iโ€™ll be back.โ€
you absent-mindedly listen as the lock of your front door clicks shut and then let out a deep sigh at the silence that follows. itโ€™s been a few hours since you first sat down and started studying but it feels like youโ€™ve been reading the same sentence over and over again with no progress. pressing your forehead into the table again, you groan in frustration.
your ringtone goes off and your hand blindly fumbles around for your phone, sliding what youโ€™re relatively sure is the answer button. โ€œyeah?โ€ you say into the receiver.
โ€œsomeoneโ€™s a little grumpy today,โ€ a teasing voice sounds.
โ€œhwa?โ€ you sit up instantly, looking at your phone properly.
it is him, not only blessing you with the deep richness of his voice but also the visual of him in a black tank top as he looks amusedly at the facetime you have answered. โ€œare you still studying?โ€ he asks.
you deflate a little, reminded of why youโ€™ve been creating a crater in your table with your head for the past ten minutes. โ€œmhm,โ€ you hum affirmatively. โ€œexcept nothingโ€™s going into my brain anymore.โ€
โ€œsounds like you need a break.โ€
โ€œthatโ€™s exactly what haneul said,โ€ you grumble, although youโ€™re not entirely sure why youโ€™re so opposed to their suggestions to stop studying.
โ€œbecause weโ€™re right,โ€ he quirks his eyebrow. โ€œwhatโ€™s haneul doing at yours, anyway?โ€
โ€œtaking advantage of my netflix while i slave away to pass my exams. but sheโ€™s forgiven since sheโ€™s buying me snacks.โ€
โ€œthen take a break until she gets back and you finish eating. itโ€™ll only be an hour, tops,โ€ seonghwa convinces. โ€œiโ€™ll even set an alarm to let us know when time is up and iโ€™ll keep you company when you study.โ€
you sag a little into your chair, shoulders relieving of their tension as you concede, which makes him smile sympathetically, โ€œjust a few more weeks to go until summer and then youโ€™ll be free.โ€
โ€œare you taking up summer school again?โ€ you ask.
after san had added you and all the boys into a combined group chat, you had made friends with the two that you didnโ€™t get to meet. you discovered seonghwa hadnโ€™t been able to make the trip to namhae last year because he had chosen to take summer school instead. he had wanted to complete some of his degree requirements earlier in hopes of working part-time during his final year to gain practical experience. wooyoung, on the other hand, had had a portfolio due for his film class that required the majority of his summer if he wanted to complete it in time.
seonghwa grimaces at the memory, โ€œno, not this time. it was a mistake, honestly. i burnt out so fast the first semester back that i didnโ€™t even end up applying for any jobs.โ€ he points a stern finger at you and warns, โ€œdonโ€™t ever think about doing summer school.โ€
โ€œtrust me,โ€ you laugh, โ€œi have no intentions of ever doing that.โ€
you appreciate his advice regardless, because as immature as the other boys had made him out to be, seonghwa really does look out for all of you as the oldest of the group. and more often than not, you find yourself gravitating towards him when you need comfort or reassurance. โ€œdoes that mean iโ€™ll finally get to meet you?โ€
seonghwa nods, โ€œwoo as well.โ€
the screen of your phone suddenly splits to make room for an additional video as somebody joins the call. you hear his voice before his video even buffers. speak of the devil.
โ€œoi! why are you all calling without me?โ€ wooyoung complains.
contrary to the roll of your eyes, a smile makes its way across your face as you respond, โ€œweโ€™re literally calling from the group chat. no oneโ€™s leaving you out of anything.โ€
and as if his appearance is some sort of talisman, more of the boys start to join the call one by one. even hongjoongโ€™s profile picture appears, camera off and on mute, wanting to feel included even if heโ€™s in the middle of class. yunho and mingi pop up from behind wooyoung, so youโ€™re guessing theyโ€™re busy practising in the studio. you wonder where san is.
someone asks you a question about how your exams are going, but youโ€™re momentarily distracted by the buzzing notification of a text. โ€œhang on,โ€ you mumble, โ€œlet me justโ€ฆreply to this.โ€
itโ€™s one of your classmates, johnny, asking whether youโ€™re home right now. you had accidentally slept through one of the review lectures earlier in the week and he had offered to give you a copy of his notes. from his text message, it appears heโ€™s close by and able to drop them off now. you reply an affirmative and then click back into the video call, asking, โ€œsorry, what were you saying?โ€
the drone of shared chatter about exams and the upcoming break fills the silence of your bedroom, like the fluttering breeze of a pleasant spring day. if they were not already so closely correlated to the warm, golden rays and salty spray of the summer ocean, your friends would be springโ€“ the season of fresh air, blooming flowers and thriving vitality.
โ€œsomeone looks happier. who are you talking to?โ€ haneul emerges in your bedroom having come back from the bakery, holding a pastry box.
you didnโ€™t even realise you were subconsciously smiling. โ€œiโ€™m facetiming the boys.โ€
she smirks, eyes glinting with mischief as she waggles her eyebrows suggestively and drags out her words, โ€œi see. so who is it that you like? or is it all of them?โ€
โ€œquit it!โ€ you pretend to shove her. โ€œwant to say hi?โ€ you turn the screen of your phone in her direction and thereโ€™s a chorus of obedient hi haneulโ€™s as you turn up the volume.
she waves and peers at wooyoungโ€™s video. โ€œwhereโ€™s the baby brat?โ€
from somewhere within the call, san yells out indignantly, โ€œstop calling me that!โ€ thereโ€™s a slight rustle as he walks closer to take the phone out of wooyoungโ€™s grasp and when you peer to have a look, you can see that heโ€™s sweaty and red-faced from finishing up a routine.
โ€œyou still respond to it, so,โ€ haneul shrugs.
she disregards her brotherโ€™s continued complaints to drop the box onto your table along with a neatly-stapled stack of handwritten notes. โ€œi bumped into johnny outside and he said this was for you,โ€ she explains as you take it gratefully.
at the mention of a boyโ€™s name, wooyoung shoves his nose towards his front camera. he rapidly asks, โ€œwhoโ€™s johnny? is he haneulโ€™s boyfriend or what? whyโ€™s he giving you something?โ€
even hongjoong flicks a message into the group chat to ask, โ€˜who tf is jonnyโ€™.
you hold up the paper to show the boys and laugh, โ€œheโ€™s my classmate, guys. and he gave me notes because i missed the lecture.โ€
wooyoung frowns at your answer, clearly dissatisfied as he complains, โ€œwhy is he giving you notes. andโ€“what the fuck? did he hand write them? what a pretentious prick.โ€
you ignore him in favour of opening the pastry box to see what else haneul brought back for you. โ€œhow did you know i love these?โ€ you exclaim.
she gives you that same, mischievous look from earlier and as she starts to exit your bedroom to leave you to your call and sweet treat, she vaguely answers, โ€œhow do you think?โ€
from over your phone, the others start to ask what youโ€™ve got in the box, allowing a certain boy to easily slip unnoticed into the background. but it doesnโ€™t take a detective to work out howโ€“ or perhaps you should say, whoโ€“ told haneul about your recent cravings.
because if thereโ€™s one person who knows you the best, one person who takes notice of even the littlest of things, then it would be him.
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hongjoong lightly slaps your thigh in retaliation as your laughter jostles his head thatโ€™s resting on your stomach, which only serves to make you laugh even harder. he lifts his head to grumble, โ€œstop encouraging him, y/n. heโ€™s going to think heโ€™s actually funny or something.โ€
with a shaky exhale, you wipe a stray tear away, because you donโ€™t think youโ€™ve ever laughed this hard in your entire life. now that you see their whole group dynamic in action with the complete eight of them, itโ€™s like watching a live sitcom.
wooyoung looks at him with a smug expressionโ€ฆthen proceeds to yank the olderโ€™s sock right off his foot before throwing it into oblivion. hongjoong jolts up and dives for him and they immediately tussle about on the floor of sanโ€™s living room. amidst all of the commotion, san sneakily goes for seonghwaโ€™s socks and youโ€™re glad that you had peeled yours off the moment you had walked through the front door because suddenly everyoneโ€™s socks are a target.
the successful harvests that are tossed away are immediately snatched up by mingi, who hurls them under the table, behind the couch and on top of the television. you think you can see one dangling off the lights too, but youโ€™re not about to snitch. jongho joins the corner you have taken refuge in and yeosang follows soon after, content to stay far away from the havoc that has quickly turned into wrestling. unfortunately, wooyoung is unable to let the three of you watch the world burn peacefully. he yells at the boys, who choose this to be the time to actually listen to him for once, and youโ€™re all left scrabbling in different directions when they dive for you three.
itโ€™s only the first day of summer and the second hour of officially meeting the boys as their full group of eight, but you can already tell that the next few months are going to be filled with absolute chaos and mayhem. and so the summer that marks sanโ€™s third visit back to namhae passes by quickly as you and the eight boys fall into an easy routine. hours turn into days, days turn into weeks, and weeks turn into months. summer revolves around each other and there is never a moment spent apart.
you join the boys at dawn every day, clad in only a pair of shorts, a tank top and a light cardigan to shoulder because thereโ€™s still a slight nip of the early morning before the sun appears. you watch contentedly as they dance with the ocean on their surfboardsโ€“ a duet of paddling out into the deeper waters and catching the breaks of the swells back towards shore.
the more you watch them surf, the more you start to realise just how much san has improved. you still recall the day san had fallen in love with the way the surfer used his own body and surfboard as an extension of the ocean, and you still have early memories of sanโ€™s lanky limbs flailing as he lost his balance over and over again, trying to replicate the same gracefulness. now, san is not just a dancerโ€“ he is the choreographer; the one who controls the ocean under his board.
as the early morning wears on, the serene crash of waves and intermittent squawk of the soaring seagulls are gradually interspersed with the boysโ€™ rings of joy as they become more interested in pushing each other off their boards and splashing each other, rather than surfing itself. the strongest trio easily overpower everyone else and you shake your head fondly when the others donโ€™t learn their lesson regardless of how many times they are suplexed underwater.
when the sun starts to wake up, they join you on the sandy shores, surfboards placed in a rough row so that you can all share them like seats. you lean against whoever is sitting beside you and watch the sunrise until your stomachs start to growl for attention.
greasy takeaway is always the foolproof solution. you share hearty burgers that are too tall to bite into and salty fries that are slathered in dipping sauce, sprawled out on the cool floorboards at sanโ€™s or yours, soaking in the refreshing coldness of the air conditioner on high without a care in the world for the electricity bill that is racking up.
afternoons are for the second round of the meal; bingsoo from the cafe, pastries from the nearby bakery or cheap ice cream from the mart. and after all the food, the best way to digest before you go out again at dusk to catch some of the waves is to take a nap.
the giant puppy pile of tangled limbs and human pillows is arguably your favourite part of the day. even if the ends of jonghoโ€™s hair tickles your nose and your arm goes a little numb from the way san hugs it and your neck feels cramped from resting on seonghwaโ€™s shoulder, you wouldnโ€™t have it any other way.
sometimes, when youโ€™re all feeling rejuvenated, youโ€™ll clamber into their three cars or happily pack yourselves into two and drive down the coast to one of the other beaches. the drive there is music blasting and scratchy singing at the top of your lungs with the windows rolled down, your flyaway hairs caressing the cheeks of the boys beside you. itโ€™s rest stops to fill up on drinks and dessertโ€“ any excuse for more ice cream and a chance to make hongjoongโ€™s wallet cry.
the trip back, on the other hand, is quiet, the designated drivers pressing softly on the pedals and turning with care so as not to jostle the sleeping passengers. youโ€™re all exhausted and passed out against one another, faces pressed against a shoulder or the crown of someoneโ€™s head. slow music plays lowly in the background as the streetlights start to turn on like a warm greeting to welcome your group home.
and just as yeosang had once said, wooyoung is a good cook. dinner time becomes a bonding activityโ€“ as if every second of summer isnโ€™t already a bonding momentโ€“ where you all experiment with different and increasingly complicated recipes. it usually ends up with him and seonghwa actually doing the cooking whilst everyone else eats the ingredients and tries not to accidentally stab someone with the knives, and dinner doesnโ€™t usually actually become dinner until eight or nine oโ€™clock.
but it doesnโ€™t really matter when, half the time, the post-meal conversations turn into a slumber party after time slips away. if you retire early, youโ€™ll sometimes be joined by haneul in your bedroom, who has stayed in namhae this summer. sheโ€™ll spill her workplace tea and youโ€™ll gossip about your college peers late until the stars have long started to twinkle in the sky.
there are no scheduled bedtimes, no proper mealtimes, no time limits to complete things nor niggling guilt not to complete thingsโ€“ there is no formal routine. but when spontaneity and carefreeness become the everyday occurrence, that becomes the routine.
and as with any sort of routine comes the familiarity. familiarity finds itself in the way san sing-songs wake up, sleepyhead whenever you accidentally sleep in, and instead of shying under the covers at the sight of him in your bedroom, you whine for five more minutes. familiarity finds itself in the way yunhoโ€™s hands hover around the small of your back whenever youโ€™re all walking to the mart for snacks and in the way wooyoung immediately reaches for the flavours he knows you like.
familiarity finds itself in the way you and hongjoong will bare puppy teeth at each other one moment then naturally use the other as a human pillow the next. itโ€™s in the way jongho hides you when san tries to throw you into the water; the way mingi tucks your head into his shoulder when he spins you around in a hug; when seonghwa reminds you to reapply sunscreen whilst dotting the lotion along your cheeks and when yeosang quietly drapes you in his jackets after you get out of the water.
but the thing with familiarity, though, is that itโ€™s easy for it to overshadow other things. rather than realising that there is a shift in dynamic or a change in heart, other growing feelings can be mistaken for familiarity instead. and you donโ€™t understand this until you least expect it.
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your hands fumble to catch the bottle of sunscreen that yunho has thrown in your direction before it ends up landing on yeosangโ€™s face. heโ€™s taking a nap on the towel next to you, disputing against everyone elseโ€™s remarks that he should take the opportunity to surf considering youโ€™ve all made the two-hour trip to dadaepo beach.
you adjust the small umbrella that he brought along so that it covers his upper body, then uncap the bottle and lather the sunscreen over your arms and legs. itโ€™s when you get to your back that you realise you wonโ€™t be able to reach all of your skin. san or seonghwa are usually around to help if you decide to forgo a cropped shirt over your bikini top, but theyโ€™re already running far along the shore and you canโ€™t be troubled to yell out for one of them.
youโ€™re starting to wonder whether you can get away with not applying sunscreen on your back if you just make sure you lie on it the whole time when hongjoong spots your plight in the form of a blank stare and squeezed lotion in the palm of your hand.
โ€œyour short arms canโ€™t reach your back, can they?โ€
you imitate his laughter with an exaggerated tone, โ€œwho was it that needed my help yesterday putting sunscreen on his back?โ€
โ€œmaybe i just didnโ€™t want you to feel too bad about yourself,โ€ he shrugs and walks over to swipe the glob of sunscreen out of your hands. you roll your eyes, knowing fully well heโ€™s incapable of taking care of you without pretending to cover it up with an insult.
โ€œstop squirming,โ€ he chides. the contrasting cold of the lotion and warmth of his hand sends a shiver down your spine and you try not to dwell on his gentle rubs for too long. heโ€™s meticulous in making sure he doesnโ€™t miss a spot, but heโ€™s also careful and deliberate with his touch around the knotted strings of your top so that you donโ€™t feel uncomfortable. hongjoong and the word โ€˜uncomfortableโ€™ could never be in the same sentence though. but he doesnโ€™t need to know that.
โ€œthere,โ€ he pats your back twice like a mechanic would with the hood of a fucking car to signal that heโ€™s finished his job and then callously walks away.
you decide to let him off the hook and settle down on your stomach to rest your eyes for a bit. yeosang knows what heโ€™s doing, because the combined warmth of the sand beneath your towel and from the overhead rays makes you drowsy almost immediately.
youโ€™re flicking your salt-crusted hair out of your face when a voice interrupts, โ€œhi, iโ€™m sorry to bother you.โ€
lifting your head up to look, youโ€™re met with the sight of a girl around your age, timidly fiddling with the popsocket on her phone. you sit up and give her a polite smile, โ€œthatโ€™s okay. can i help you?โ€
โ€œum, i was just hoping to ask if he has a girlfriend?โ€
the boys are all scattered along the length of the beach, save for yeosang next to you, so youโ€™re not entirely sure who the girl is referring to until you follow her finger. sheโ€™s pointing in the direction of hongjoong, whoโ€™s joined some of the others along the shore.
โ€œthe short one?โ€ you clarify, smile fading a little as you shrug, โ€œiโ€™m not too sure, sorry.โ€
the girl shakes her head, โ€œoh, no. i meant the boy on his left.โ€
choi san. you now fight to keep the smile on your face friendly when you reply, โ€œnot that i know of.โ€
the girl thanks you excitedly, walking off back to her group of friends who immediately huddle around her to hear your answer. you look away.
you donโ€™t realise youโ€™re staring at san until he turns in the distance and makes eye contact with you. his entire face lights up, eyes disappearing and shadowed dimples revealing themselves under the gleaming sun. wooyoung takes the opportunity whilst san is distracted to swing a handful of limp seaweed straight into sanโ€™s face and a laugh escapes you before you can hold it in. your best friend looks more betrayed by your laughter than by wooyoungโ€™s antics.
the younger turns to look at you with pride and when he sees that youโ€™re laughing, he blows you an exaggerated kiss and sends it flying in your direction with a teasing flurry of his hand. yunho charges in from out of absolutely nowhere and pretends to tackle the kiss mid-air, throwing the imaginary show of affection into the sand where hongjoong immediately joins in and stomps on it with his foot, before sending you a flying kiss of his own instead.
chaos ensues and both hongjoong and yunho run for their lives as wooyoung chases them with his deadly seaweed whip. he quickly realises that the taller of the two will be impossible to catch, so he locks in on the easier target and hongjoong screeches in fear.
you canโ€™t help but shake your head adoringly as you continue to watch, eyes landing on san once more when the cat and mouse go tearing past him in a whirlwind of sand. san holds your gaze with a fond smile of his own and you have to remind yourself that itโ€™s normal for the boys to have suitors.
youโ€™re not dating san. youโ€™re not dating hongjoong. youโ€™re not dating any of the boys, and theyโ€™re certainly not yours. so then, why does it feel like they are? but most of all, why does your heart feel equally bitter at the thought of someone asking about any of the boysโ€ฆnot just your best friend?
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the sight of the tube of aloe vera gel in the fridgeโ€“ likely placed there by seonghwaโ€“ is a welcome sight. you had diligently reapplied sunscreen to your body with the boysโ€™ constant reminders to reapply but you had carelessly forgotten about your face. youโ€™re paying the price of your mistake now and the red skin across the apples of your cheeks and forehead is tight with a constant, dull throb.
grabbing the tube, you walk into the bathroom where hongjoong is currently blow-drying his hair, having callen dibs on the shower after the beach trip.
โ€œhey, lilโ€™ tomato,โ€ he jests before he gets a good look at your face. โ€œwoah, that looks worse than it was an hour ago.โ€
you hum as you peer closer into the mirror, โ€œthis is probably the worst sunburn iโ€™ve ever gotten before.โ€
hongjoong ruffles the back of his hair one last time under the dryer before unplugging it and setting it on the rack. he slips the tube of ointment out of your hands and then turns you by the shoulders to face him. thatโ€™s how you find yourself between hongjoongโ€™s front and the porcelain sink, the edge of the countertop digging slightly into your lower back as you watch him squeeze a generous amount of aloe vera onto the tip of his finger.
he murmurs, โ€œhold still.โ€ with a light touch, he tilts your chin up so that he can see the angry skin of your face. the stark contrast between the characteristic roughness of his edges and the tenderness with which he applies the soothing gel on your face right now has you itching to tease him.
โ€œadmit it. you like taking care of me, donโ€™t you.โ€
he rolls his eyes, โ€œand you like being taken care of, donโ€™t you. like when you needed your notes handwritten by johnny.โ€
ever since that one incident, the boys have never let you hear the end of it. they may not realise it themselves either, but really, theyโ€™re just trying to keep low tabs on thisโ€ฆclassmate. even if the way they go about it reflects the emotional maturity of somebody half their actual age.
โ€œi admit itโ€™s nice to be taken care of. what about you, huh?โ€ you challenge, poking his side testingly. โ€œyou like taking care of me, donโ€™t you?โ€
you giggle when he squirms and you try it again to elicit another response, until he suddenly grabs your hand by the wrist.
โ€œand so what if i do?โ€ his words come out easily, but unlike the usual cockiness and flirtatiousness that he jokes around with, his tone is low and serious.
you donโ€™t respond because you donโ€™t know what to respond; youโ€™re suddenly walking in uncharted territoryโ€“ both in regards to his feelings and your own.
when his fingertips brush the area of your cheeks just below your under-eyes, you canโ€™t help the instinctive flutter of your lashes. his eyes stare into yours and you swallow, noticing the way his gaze flickers down to follow the movement. thereโ€™s hunger in his pupils and longing in your chest. you donโ€™t move away when he moves closer in.
your eyelids flutter closed once again, except this time in anticipation. his hands still cup your cheek and hold your wrist and when he brings his face down towards yours, you can feel the warmth of his body surrounding and intoxicating you. but as his nose starts to nudge the softness of your cheeks, hongjoong pulls away.
โ€œsorry, iโ€“this was a mistake. i shouldnโ€™t be doing this,โ€ he stutters. and just like that, the moment shatters.
โ€œthโ€“thatโ€™s okay,โ€ you awkwardly smile. โ€œthis never happened.โ€
he nods without looking at you, โ€œthis never happened.โ€
youโ€™re glad your face is sunburnt because youโ€™re certain your face would be glowing from the embarrassment and shame you are overwhelmed with. hongjoong turns around before you can say anything else and leaves the bathroom, closing the door behind him and leaving you alone.
quickly, you lock the door and then stand there stunned into a stupor. because hisโ€ฆwhatever the fuck that was, has given you startling clarity that he is right. you shouldnโ€™t be doing this. you shouldnโ€™t be kissing him when you want san and your six other friends equally as much.
and most of all, it was foolish of you to assume that he actually wanted something more than friendship. if hongjoong, the most flirtatious of them all, doesnโ€™t have any romantic interest in youโ€“ or at the very least enough to want to pursue something moreโ€“ then what makes you think you have a chance with any of the boys? what makes you think that any of themโ€“ much less all of themโ€“ would want you in the same way that you have now realised you want them?
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in a way, your heart feels more at ease now. knowing that your feelings for the boys will be unfruitful one way or another, itโ€™s much easier to ignore the now obvious lurch in your heart whenever they pull you into an easy hug or tell you that you look pretty. itโ€™s easier to repress the longing you have for them when they help you put on sunscreen or surround your house with mischief and laughter.
you canโ€™t tell whether hongjoong is actively avoiding you or whether he is conveniently busy with the other boys, but you suppose time apart right now is good for the both of you. after all, time is supposed to heal everything. and so even as the end of summer approaches and the much anticipated night of the barbeque and campfire tradition arrives, you keep your distance from hongjoong and he keeps his. simply two friends coexisting within the larger group of friends; nothing more, nothing less.
youโ€™re all sitting on a patchwork of picnic blankets and beach towels spread around the small fire that san has constructed, now experienced from having made one three years in a row. haneul shares the towel with you on one side and yunho on your other.
dinner had been greasy meat grilled by wooyoungโ€™s skilled hands paired with cheap alcohol that made you all wince when it went down. it had been finished off with skewered marshmallowsโ€“ the most vital part of the night, as mingi had fervently reminded everyone.
someone had then suggested a round of โ€˜truth or dareโ€™, which most definitely did not stop at one round. the flushed cheeks and tipsy slurs not only made the dares increasingly bizarre, but it made everyone daring enough to actually do them. as the night had continued on, the outlandish dares slowly trickled off and more of you picked to answer truth questions. with the mellowing ambience of the campfire and the clearing buzz of alcohol in your systems, it was only a matter of time before the night fizzled into calm.
โ€œmingi,โ€ haneul directs her question at the taller, โ€œ if you were to date one of us excluding me, who would it be?โ€
his eyes dart from her to you and then to every single one of his friends. โ€œiโ€™d date you all,โ€ he shrugs. โ€œbut if i had to pick one person, then probably yunho, since heโ€™s been there for me from day one.โ€
yunho knocks shoulders with him appreciatively whilst joking, โ€œyour parents would love to hear that answer.โ€
you spot san and wooyoung cringing at the thought and youโ€™re reminded of snippets of a conversation about surfing as a distraction and escape from home.
moving the game on, mingi asks seonghwa when he picks truth, โ€œif you had to pick between love and friendship, which one would it be?โ€
seonghwa hums for a while, watching the dancing lick of flames. โ€œi think it depends on the situation, because in the end, theyโ€™re not that much different from each other. in love there is friendship, and in friendship there is love. itโ€™s impossible to say that one is more important than the other.โ€
thereโ€™s a collective boo as he skirts around the question, but you all understand where heโ€™s coming from. it still doesnโ€™t stop san from retorting, โ€œthe whole point is to pick one.โ€
seonghwa chuckles and downs half a shot to appease the other of his apparent half answer, then tosses the same question at him. โ€œwhat about you, then?โ€
much to his disappointment, san actually has an answer.
โ€œi would probably choose love. i think youโ€™re right in saying you canโ€™t separate love and friendship, but the thing that sets a romantic relationship apart is being in love,โ€ he muses. โ€œitโ€™s hard to find friends you love, but itโ€™s even harder to find a friend you fall in love with, so i would probably hold onto that no matter what.โ€
a few of you subconsciously nod along, words resonating with yourselves. haneul nudges you curiously, โ€œwhat do you think?โ€
you relax into her side as you slowly formulate a cohesive answer from your thoughts. โ€œi think i would choose love, too. iโ€™ll admit itโ€™s a much more difficult relationship than friendship and it often requires sacrifices to be madeโ€ฆit can even mean having to let go of somebody completely.โ€
hongjoong glances at you, guilt pricking at his chest.
โ€œbut at the same time,โ€ you continue, โ€œwhen you love somebody that much, sacrifice becomes something you want to give and are willing to offer to the other person, and you develop a depth of understanding, connection and intimacy strong enough to overcome anything that isnโ€™t always possible with friendship.โ€
โ€œyou and san are both such gross romantics,โ€ haneul pretends to gag.
โ€œyeah, shoot us for it,โ€ you poke her in the side. โ€œwooyoung, truth or dare?โ€
โ€œsince everyoneโ€™s picking truthโ€ฆtruth.โ€
โ€œwhoโ€™s someone youโ€™re sorry towards or thankful for?โ€
he whines indignantly, โ€œwhy are we suddenly getting so personal,โ€ but proceeds to think about his answer seriously. โ€œif iโ€™m honest, iโ€™m sorry towards everyone. i know there are times i fall short as a friend and make mistakes, but you all always forgive me and embrace my imperfections so graciously. sometimes it makes me wonder if i even deserve you guys.โ€
there are immediate noises of protest and wooyoung smiles, waving away their words of objection because he knows that heโ€™s wrong. itโ€™s just that knowing doesnโ€™t always stop him from feeling a certain way. โ€œand of course, what iโ€™m sorry for goes hand in hand with what iโ€™m thankful for. but iโ€™m also especially thankful for y/n,โ€ he reveals.
your body reacts instantly to his unexpected answer, blood rushing towards your cheeks and ears as he looks at you appreciatively.
โ€œi havenโ€™t known you for as long as most of the other boys, but iโ€™ve seen how happy and vibrant they are whenever they return to seoul or whenever they talk about you. and i can definitely see why, now. you make them happyโ€“you make us happy.โ€
mingi clears his throat, jumping in to add to the youngerโ€™s answer, โ€œwhen iโ€™m here in namhae with you, with everybody, it feels like home.โ€
a home that heโ€™s never really had until yunho, san, you, and the rest of the boys came along.
โ€œso thank you for giving me a home here,โ€ mingi looks at you earnestly.
if he were sitting closer, you would reach over and squeeze his hand reassuringly. instead, you tell him, โ€œno matter how many years go by, youโ€™ll always have a home here.โ€
โ€œand the rest of us?โ€ yunho jokes, lightly slapping your knee where your legs have slowly made their way into his lap over the night.
โ€œyou all have a home here,โ€ you amend. because namhae is not the same without san, and namhae is not the same without the rest of your friends, either.
you continue asking each other questions, even after midnight has long ticked past and haneul has retired back to the beach house for some sleep. nobody wants the night to end, because despite already having been attached to each otherโ€™s hips all summer, the time you are spending now around the campfire is different. life slows down and the nine of you are the only ones to exist along with the stars and the ocean waves.
โ€œyou know what we should do?โ€ wooyoung pipes up when you are all quietly watching the fire. he grins, โ€œwe should do that thing where we shout at the ocean.โ€
โ€œjustโ€ฆstraight up scream?โ€ hongjoong frowns.
a smile starts to spread across sanโ€™s face as he understands wooyoungโ€™s vision. โ€œno, like our dreams. regrets. confessions,โ€ san elaborates, making a move to stand and brushing the sand off his shorts.
seonghwa questions, โ€œare we really doing this?โ€ and yet he stands up as well.
โ€œwhen will we ever get a chance to do this again?โ€
one by one, you all get up on your feet and wander down the beach closer towards the water. itโ€™s silent, save for the crash of waves, while you eye each other and wait for somebody to start it off.
yunho clears his throat, then yells his next words from the very depths of his chest, โ€œi want to become a famous choreographer!โ€
there are shared giggles at the striking contrast in volume after hours of low, heartfelt conversation, but itโ€™s enough to fill the rest of you with courage and desire to do the same.
โ€œi want my parents to accept that i wonโ€™t be a lawyer like they wanted me to be!โ€ yeosang calls out.
mingi takes a huge breath with his entire body, โ€œi hope iโ€™ll win the lottery one day!โ€
you all break out into laughter, happiness and vigour running high through your veins. it definitely feels a little silly and a little childish, but is that not the charm of living in the prime years of your youth and spending it with your friends?
reservations now completely thrown to the wind, the boys holler and yell both serious and unserious aspirations with their entire soul, cupping the sides of their mouths with their hands to carry their voices further out across the waters. you watch them with deep affection and tenderness and your eyes suddenly start to well up with the intensity of your emotions.
thank you for showing me what love feels like. you can continue to love them as friends, and that is already more than you could ever ask for.
taking a deep inhale of the chill of emerging dawn and blinking away the blur in your eyes, you join the boys and yell your heart out to the ocean. your screams blend together into a symphony of dreams and hopes; the swell of the chorus and the pinnacle of the movie.
and even though youโ€™re all half-delirious from the lack of sleep, hair ruffled and mismatched pajamas wrinkled, it feels like anything and everything is possible in this moment. from here on, itโ€™s the nine of you against the world and whatever it may bring.
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youโ€™ve known johnny since you started attending namhaeโ€™s provincial college. being from a relatively small cohort and the same degree no less, you share most of your classes together. thereโ€™ll be a few times throughout the month that youโ€™ll find yourselves sitting in the seat beside each other and maybe once a semester that youโ€™ll complete a group task together.
heโ€™s easy enough to get along with, conversation sprinkled with terrible jokes and random puns that remind you of yunhoโ€™s silly humour. you know for a fact as well that theyโ€™re the same height too, which sort of makes you wonder whether being tall has something to do with the way their funny bone develops, considering mingiโ€™s humour is just as questionable.
you and johnny arenโ€™t exactly distant enough to only be classified as classmates, but youโ€™re not exactly close either. so itโ€™s a surprise when, after summer ends and it marks a new semester, johnny asks you out on a coffee date on the weekend. (except the more you think about it afterwards, the more your seemingly random interactions make sense. why he asks for your number even after the group project is over. why he offers to drop off handwritten notes for you. why he sometimes favours sitting with you as opposed to with his own friends.)
initially, you tell him that youโ€™re not interested, any potential awkwardness dissipating the moment he dramatically wails that heโ€™s been rejected, much like hongjoong had when you had first met him. but then a week later, johnny coolly slaps an envelope onto the surface of your lecture table and struts off without looking back. when you open it, you realise itโ€™s a three-page handwritten essay detailing his pros and cons in an attempt to try and win you over.
it reminds you of wooyoung, when he had made a whole presentation on his laptop complete with photographic and videographic evidence to try and convince you that he was the best dancer out of himself, san, yunho and mingi. like your friend, johnnyโ€™s efforts are honestly a little too hilarious and a little too endearing to reject for a second time, and itโ€™s not like johnny has done anything to suggest that heโ€™s a creep or murderer. so you let him take you out on the date.
he chooses to go to the small, quaint cafe thatโ€™s about a fifteen-minute walk from campus. coincidentally, itโ€™s the one that you and san used to frequent before he moved away to seoul. johnny tells you to try the chocolate hazelnut dacquoise slices, which you do even though you know you prefer the strawberry ones more. the sweet mouthful makes you think of san, always offering you the first bite of his chocolate dacquoise in hopes of converting you to the flavour.
johnny pays for your dessert and drink and you two end up sitting in the cafe long after your plates have been cleared and mugs emptied to their bottoms. it turns out he likes spending time at the beach just as much as you do and he tells you of his summer trip to the maldives for his casual modelling gig. youโ€™re not entirely surprised to learn of his part-time endeavours, considering youโ€™ve never seen him dressed in anything less than loafers, chino shorts and a neatly-pressed button-up shirt. plus, johnny is objectively very attractive with his strong brows, chiselled jawline and dark locks of hair.
he offers to walk you home after your date, shrugging off his white button-up and passing it to you when you exit the cafe. itโ€™s still warm enough in the afternoon to not need the extra layer, but youโ€™re reminded of yeosangโ€™s quiet yet perceptive gestures and it makes you smile nonetheless.
the weekend leads to a second date, followed by more time spent together. he finds reasons to see you throughout the weeksโ€“ the sunโ€™s out which means you two should take a walk along the beach; he fell asleep during yesterdayโ€™s lecture which means you two should study at the cafe; he has a basketball match on the weekend which means you two should practise shooting hoops together.
and when youโ€™re not physically spending time together, johnny likes to facetime you just so that he can โ€˜see your pretty faceโ€™. the frequency with which he compliments you randomly throughout the call is almost on par with seonghwa, who always sweetly observes when you're wearing a new lip tint or different hairstyle.
johnnyโ€™s laugh, be it in person or over video call, never fails to make you laugh with him. itโ€™s boisterous when he doubles over with laughter and his eyes disappear when he chuckles. you canโ€™t help but see jonghoโ€™s own adorable giggles in him.
after several months of courting advances, johnny asks to make it official. you say yes, because you have fallen for him.
and so, like the dwindling campfire that had marked the end of summer, you snuff out the remains of the fire in your heart that has been burning for san, hongjoong and the six other boys, leaving the last of the embers to their fate. left alone, they will slowly die out, completely extinguishing the flames and leaving only ashen remnants behindโ€ฆor the sparks will continue to fight unnoticed; until they rekindle and turn into an uncontainable inferno.
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โ€œwith all due disrespect, his parents donโ€™t fucking deserve to be parents,โ€ wooyoung spits out.
yunho tucks the blotchy aftermath of mingiโ€™s heartbreak a little tighter into the crook of his own neck, other hand softly tousling the ends of the youngerโ€™s hair. the boys have only just managed to settle mingi into one of the beds in their shared dorm rooms after he had shown up at the dance studio barely holding it together by his last thread.
โ€œi donโ€™t think any of us had high hopes for them, considering the things heโ€™s told us about them over the last few years,โ€ seonghwa sighs as he pulls the blanket over mingiโ€™s shoulders.
โ€œbut for them to just fucking disown him like that? do they even realise how much it took for him to come clean about us?โ€
san gently pulls wooyoung away from the bed, lest he wake up the boy in question, and massages his clenched fist open. yeosang sidles up to the pair, โ€œdo you think we could go down to namhae a few days earlier this summer?โ€
โ€œthat actually might be possible,โ€ san chews on his bottom lip and takes out his phone to text his parents. โ€œitโ€™ll be a nice surprise for y/n, too.โ€
โ€œsheโ€™s in for a few surprises,โ€ jongho comments before nudging the boy next to him. โ€œhopefully you didnโ€™t scare her off after what you did.โ€
hongjoong scratches the nape of his neck at the jab, โ€œyeah, i hope i didnโ€™t fuck things up for all of us.โ€
โ€œyou still havenโ€™t talked it out with her?โ€ san looks up from his phone.
hongjoong grimaces, โ€œno, but how could i? she said to pretend that it didnโ€™t happen.โ€
โ€œand you just took her word for it? god, thatโ€™s literally the universal response anyone would automatically give in a situation thatโ€™s utterly and mortifyingly embarrassing,โ€ wooyoung throws his arms up into the air. โ€œi wouldnโ€™t be surprised if she says no to us after all.โ€
โ€œlook, iโ€™ll talk to her when we see her again. the semesterโ€™s nearly over, anyway.โ€
san nods, โ€œmy parents are fine with us going down a weekend earlier. and i agree with hongjoong on this oneโ€“itโ€™s probably something they should talk about in person, not over the phone. letโ€™s just hope we havenโ€™t missed our timing with this.โ€
thereโ€™s only a few more weeks left until summer, minus one week now that they have decided to make the trip down to namhae earlier for mingiโ€™s sake. and regardless of what your answer will be to the question that theyโ€™ll ask youโ€“ be it yes or noโ€“ it still wonโ€™t change the fact that everything will be okay once they get to namhae. because everything is okay as long as you are by their side.
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thereโ€™s a man standing by your side, and itโ€™s not one of them.
itโ€™s strange to see you holding hands with someone that they donโ€™t know. of course, itโ€™s inevitable that you would have your own friends in namhae and from college, and of course itโ€™s inevitable that you would have friends of both genders. but the way you have your fingers interlocked with his looks anything but platonic.
the boys are familiar with the way their own hands feel with yours nestled in theirs; from when you squeeze yourself between two of them and happily swing your intertwined hands back and forth; when a large wave threatens to topple you over and you instinctively reach for them for support; when youโ€™re curled up against them and absentmindedly fiddling with their fingers whilst watching a cheesy summer romcom. but right now, their own hands feel unfamiliarโ€“ oddly empty and unable to make up its mind as to whether it wants to relax or tighten into a fist, even more so when you make eye contact with them standing outside sanโ€™s house and freeze.
you havenโ€™t told the boys about johnny yet, only that you had news you wanted to tell them in person once they came for the summer. but now that they are here, standing right in front of you and your boyfriend, you suddenly feel a prick of guilt that you hadnโ€™t given them a heads up of some kind.
you slip your hand out of johnnyโ€™s grasp under the guise of tidying your hair. if johnny notices, he doesnโ€™t comment on it. instead, he asks, โ€œyou know them?โ€ and settles his arm heavily over your shoulders. the action probably looks as territorial as it feels.
โ€œyeah, theyโ€™re my closest friends,โ€ you answer louder than you need to, because you feel like you have to defend themโ€“ or yourself. โ€œsanโ€™s from namhae, too, and the others are from different provinces. they go to college together in seoul.โ€
โ€œoh,โ€ your boyfriend makes a noise, โ€œitโ€™s them.โ€
hongjoong feels awfully smug at that comment, because it means that youโ€™ve talked about them before. he feels even more pleased when you slightly step out from under the manโ€™s arm. but then your next words have his expression darkening again.
โ€œi was going to officially introduce him to you guys on your first dayโ€ฆi just wasnโ€™t expecting it to be today,โ€ you gently place your hand on johnnyโ€™s forearm. โ€œthis is johnny, my boyfriend.โ€
immediately, the boys recognise his nameโ€“ how could they forget, when the name has never once left their subconscious since the moment he was mentioned. a fleeting thought enters hongjoongโ€™s mind. if he had not pulled away that nightโ€“ if he had kissed you instead of being a cowardโ€“ would it be him standing by your side as your boyfriend right now?
and hongjoong is not alone in his thoughts. wooyoungโ€™s teeth grit together as he wonders how different things may have turned out if only the older or he himself had been bolder with their feelings. if only any of them had plucked up the courage to make the first move. because you dating any of them would automatically put their heart infinitely more at ease than the literal fucking stranger who is standing by your side.
youโ€™re about to tell your boyfriend the names of the eight boys in front of you when he raises an eyebrow at you, โ€œyou didnโ€™t tell me your friends were all guys.โ€ his tone isnโ€™t accusatory, per se, but itโ€™s definitely not cordial, either. this side of johnny is completely new to you.
seeing the flustered look on your face irks wooyoung in every way possible so he interrupts, โ€œand why does it matter to you?โ€
johnny levels him with a look for several seconds before smiling placatingly. โ€œyouโ€™ll understand when you get a girlfriend,โ€ he dismisses.
immediately, thereโ€™s a palpable spike in tension. โ€œsorry?โ€ wooyoung scoffs.
san sets a firm hand on the back of wooyoungโ€™s neck and you lowly murmur your boyfriendโ€™s nameโ€“ respectively scruffing the two men. you didnโ€™t know what to expect introducing your friends and boyfriend to each other. but the start of what looks like it has the potential to turn into a fight was definitely not on the list.
in a lame attempt to change the topic, you comment, โ€œyou guys are here early this year.โ€
thereโ€™s a beat of silence thatโ€™s a split second longer than you deem comfortable and yunho clears his throat, โ€œyeahโ€ฆthings ended up this way.โ€
the vague comment and pointed look in your boyfriendโ€™s direction tells you that thereโ€™s more to it than they are letting you onto right now. you make a mental note to talk to them once johnny leavesโ€ฆif he ends up leaving. but the heavy weight that is still draped around your shoulder shows no intention of removing itself.
even though your instinct is to run up to the boys and receive all the hugs you have missed, and their instinct is to pull you away from the unfamiliar man and back into the intimacy of their group, the arm around you is a stark reminder to everyone that youโ€™re not single anymoreโ€“ that there are now boundaries to respect. instead, your friends are left to shuffle awkwardly on the spot with wavering gazes as if they have caught you doing something they werenโ€™t supposed to see.
โ€œdo you have classes today?โ€ san dares to ask.
โ€œnot today. we were justโ€ฆout,โ€ you reply. on a date, it goes unsaid.
โ€œwell, weโ€™re headed for the beach,โ€ san hates the fact that he even has to ask his next sentence, โ€œdo you want to join us?โ€
looking at johnny, you hate the fact that your immediate answer isnโ€™t to say yes. he glances at you and then answers on your behalf, โ€œweโ€™ll join. itโ€™ll be nice for us to get to know each other, since it seems like weโ€™ll be seeing each other often this summer.โ€
โ€œnot if you donโ€™t show up,โ€ wooyoung mutters under his breath, but heโ€™s not really trying to be quiet about his disdain.
you fake a smile and push your boyfriend towards the entrance to your house. โ€œweโ€™ll get changed and then meet you guys down at the beach.โ€ you donโ€™t wait for an answer before shoving the front door open and shut again in quick succession behind you.
โ€œwait here,โ€ you tell johnny, โ€œiโ€™ll get you a spare pair of shorts,โ€ then you disappear into your bedroom and let out a deep exhale, closing your eyes to clear your head.
you had spent the last few years embracing the changes in your relationship with san. every summer marked a change in your friendship groupโ€“ a new chapter each year as you rewrote the group dynamics with additional people to love and be loved by.
this summer, like the others, also marks a change and beginning of a new chapter, but now youโ€™re realising that not all chapters in a story will always be happy. instead, some chapters will mark the beginning of the complication.
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it feels like an unusual mix between deja vu and an out-of-body experience as san straps the leash of his surfboard around his ankle. his gaze follows your form and he watches silently when youโ€™re picked by the waist and tossed into the ocean. it looks all too familiarโ€“ except instead of him being the one who brings the laughter out of your squeals, itโ€™s that annoyingly tall and irritatingly jacked dude that is your boyfriend.
san canโ€™t help the sigh that escapes his lips as he peels his eyes away. if johnny makes you happy, then objectively, san wants nothing more for you. but he cannot help but feel that you are undeserving of anything less than the entire world; something he and his boys are willing to give to you. but life is all about timing and it seems like theyโ€™ve missed theirs.
heโ€™s distracted by the sight of you and johnny in his peripheral vision, even as he paddles out into the deeper waters with yunho. the taller is uncharacteristically quiet, his eyes repeatedly flickering back and forth between you and mingi. mingi needed this trip more than any of them combined, but thereโ€™s an uneasy feeling in the pit of yunhoโ€™s stomach thatโ€™s telling him the appearance of your boyfriend is only just the beginning of a rocky summer.
regardless of their combined years of surfing experience, both yunho and san seem to continuously lose their balance on their boards today. and despite the saltiness of the sea water that flows into sanโ€™s mouth each time he fallsโ€“ no longer the graceful choreographer of the seaโ€“ thereโ€™s a bitter taste on his tongue that he cannot get rid of no matter how many bottles of water he drinks over the rest of the day.
it follows him even when the sweet fragrance of fresh pastries and syrupy drinks permeates the air the moment he walks into the bakery you so adore after your group walks from the beach. san pulls the glass door open for you, wind chime tinkling softly overhead, and he has to resist the urge to let go of the door handle when your boyfriend also walks through without so much as a word or glance of gratitude.
before san walks up to the counter, he instinctively turns around to check your order before he adds it to his own like he has always done. โ€œstrawberry dacquoise and grapefruit ade?โ€
youโ€™re about to nod when johnny steps into place beside you and asserts, โ€œshe likes the chocolate ones.โ€
san keeps his voice as even as he can and refutes, โ€œno, y/n prefers the strawberry ones. i would know, considering weโ€™ve been going to this cafe together since we were twelve.โ€ he emphasises the last word, clearly telling the other that he is the one who has known you since you were young and therefore knows you the best out of anyone, boyfriend be damned.
not backing down, johnny turns to ask, โ€œis that true, babe?โ€
you swallow uncomfortably, mouth suddenly dry. โ€œi like both,โ€ you evade.
but your lack of denial says more than enough and johnnyโ€™s frown deepens almost immediately. at his expression, you rush to amend, โ€œi know you like the chocolate ones more. it makes me happy sharing them with you.โ€
โ€œyou shouldโ€™ve told me,โ€ johnny fusses. but opposed to disappointment at not having known your preference for strawberry, he seems more displeased at having discovered this fact through your male friend.
san notices how apologetic you start to feel and he absolutely despises how unfamiliar it looks on your face. if this is the type of boyfriend that he is giving you up to, then san is not prepared to let go of you at all.
โ€œor maybe you shouldโ€™ve noticed,โ€ he shrugs nonchalantly in your boyfriendโ€™s direction before smiling tenderly at you. โ€œiโ€™ll order your food. go find a seat with seongโ€“โ€
johnnyโ€™s voice is heated when he interjects, โ€œno, you wonโ€™t. iโ€™ll pay for my girlfriendโ€™s food.โ€
youโ€™ve never heard him talk with this tone before, much less seen him act this way, but his words suddenly strike you with clarity and reasoning. with a relationship comes adherence to mutual boundaries and expectations, and although san is used to doting on you, the reality now is that johnny currently fulfills that role as your boyfriend.
โ€œitโ€™s alright, san. thank you,โ€ you give your friend a soft smile. โ€œjohnnyโ€™s got it for me.โ€
san nods, defeated. your boyfriend gently nudges you in the direction of the tables, โ€œgo sit down. iโ€™ll bring our order over when itโ€™s ready.โ€
on edge, you walk to where some of the boys are already seated and slide in beside seonghwa, who has been watching the entire exchange silently. โ€œy/n,โ€ he starts.
you plaster on a smile, โ€œitโ€™s okay.โ€
seonghwa studies you carefully for a moment, then appears to make up his mind about something and returns your smile. except anybody can see that it doesnโ€™t reach his eyes. โ€œdo you want to swap seats with me? that way you and johnny can sit on the same side.โ€
grateful for his thoughtfulness, you change seats and sit on his left just as wooyoung joins the table with an iced americano in his hand. he sets it down to drag a spare chair beside him, offhandedly commenting, โ€œwhy are you even dating him? i donโ€™t get what you see in him.โ€
he hisses when seonghwa kicks his shin from under the table, shaking his head, and you just give the younger a tight-lipped smile in response. youโ€™re distracted by the buzz of your phone in your pocket. a quick glance downwards tells you that itโ€™s a text from san.
sorry for putting you between your bf and i
you look up in surprise and find that heโ€™s already gazing at you from where heโ€™s waiting at the counter. his eyebrows knit together in apology and you shake your head, mouthing that itโ€™s okay. san has always been the bigger person in any situationโ€“ with you, with friends and family, and even with people he doesnโ€™t necessarily see eye to eye with.
your phone buzzes again, twice in succession, but this time the notifications arenโ€™t from him. itโ€™s johnny.
whatโ€™s his problem, god wants to get into your pants or sth
your boyfriend continues to tap away at his phone, expression marred with poorly concealed irritation. but he doesnโ€™t seem to be referring to your texting exchange with sanโ€“ you donโ€™t think heโ€™s even noticed. instead, heโ€™s still hooked on the ordering incident.
slipping the phone back into your pocket and pretending you have not noticed the messages yet, you simply wait for johnny to grab the tray with your pastries and drinks before he slides into the chair next to you. and for the first time since dating, you find yourself comparing your boyfriend not to san, but against him.
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it feels like you have spent the last two months treading carefully on eggshells. there are days you spend with both johnny and the boys and it becomes clear to everyone pretty quickly that theyโ€™re not warming up to each other. despite your best efforts to bring them closer, there is unmistakable tension that underlies every interaction that they have and donโ€™t have with one another.
then there are the days you spend with just your boyfriend. he doesnโ€™t mention your friends and neither do you, but you notice the way his gaze flickers to your phone whenever it lights up with a notification. like a mutual taboo, he simply continues the conversation after a pause and you donโ€™t point it out.
and then there are the rarer days that you spend with just the eight of your friends, like todayโ€“ the ones that feel like the old summers that you have started to yearn. and yet, even with the familiar essence of the past, you start to notice them. the subtle differences.
itโ€™s not obvious at first. the casual displays of affection that have extended beyond habitual touches and have just become who they are are still there. but thereโ€™s something about the attentiveness with which seonghwa dusts the powdered sugar off of yeosangโ€™s cheeks when heโ€™s eating. or in the naturalness with which wooyoung moulds himself into sanโ€™s side when they sit on the couch. something in the way mingiโ€™s entire body relaxes whenever yunho gently thumbs the nape of his neck, and in the softening of hongjoongโ€™s eyes when jongho speaks up in conversation.
maybe itโ€™s because you find yourself no longer a part of their shared love, regardless of how platonic it may be between you and the boys. ultimately, itโ€™s easier to notice things when youโ€™re watching on as what feels like an outsider. and it makes sense that the dynamics of your friendship would change, considering how deeply embedded physical affection is within your group and the fact that you now have a boyfriend, but thereโ€™s something more to their interactionsโ€“ youโ€™re sure of it. you just canโ€™t put your finger on what exactly.
itโ€™s that thought that reminds you of yunhoโ€™s words when he and the rest of your friends had turned up a week before the start of summer. โ€œwhat did you mean about things having ended up this way when you guys came down to namhae early?โ€ you suddenly ask, eyes looking away from the television screen where the round of their game has just ended. โ€œand wasnโ€™t there something else you guys had wanted to tell me about?โ€
clearly not having expected your questions, yunho blinks as he formulates a response, โ€œyeah, there is. justโ€“maybe talk to mingi first. youโ€™ll probably want to hear it directly from him.โ€
and hongjoong needs to talk to you first, too, yunho thinks to himself. except, he wonders whether there is even a point to it anymore.
your heart sinks at yunhoโ€™s words because you have a feeling it has to do with mingiโ€™s parents. and his parents are never good news. right at that moment, mingi emerges through the doorway after his shower, a towel draped over his shoulders as he uses its ends to roughly dry his hair. he stops in his tracks when he notices you and yunho staring at him.
โ€œi know iโ€™m hot but you donโ€™t have to make it that obvious,โ€ he jokes.
you snort and shake your head, getting up to your feet and walking over to him as yunho watches knowingly. โ€œcome sit outside with me for a bit?โ€ you ask mingi.
he agrees, pulling the towel off and tossing it onto the back of a chair to dry. you catch a whiff of sanโ€™s shampoo when he moves, the fragrance of cedarwood and bergamot that all the boys end up being scented with each summer filling your nose.
the two of you sit on the embankment just outside sanโ€™s house, legs dangling off the edge of the port. you can just barely toe the start of the sand but mingi easily shuffles his feet in it, drawing lazy patterns in your company. after a few minutes of peaceful silence, he nudges you gently albeit playfully, โ€œdid you want to ask me something?โ€
you chuckle at having been exposed and nudge him back in response. he never budges, torso bigger and more muscular than you can move, but it doesnโ€™t stop you from trying and him from laughing endearingly.
โ€œi asked yunho why you guys came down earlier this summer and he said to ask you,โ€ you peer at him, treading carefully with your next words, โ€œis everything okay?โ€
he takes a breath, exhaling long and slow. โ€œi came out to my parents,โ€ he reveals. โ€œtold them iโ€™m bi andโ€ฆthey didnโ€™t take it well.โ€
mingi doesnโ€™t need to elaborate for you to understand that his parents didnโ€™t just โ€˜not take it wellโ€™. you can only imagine the hell that broke loose. โ€œoh, mingi,โ€ you sigh, eyebrows knitting together with hurt.
โ€œi also told them that iโ€™m datiโ€“โ€
the sound of the door opening and the call of your name stops mingi from finishing his sentence. itโ€™s yunho with a ringing phone in his hand. โ€œyou might want to take this call,โ€ he alerts you.
frowning, you make a stand to reach for your phone, asking, โ€œwho is it?โ€
he glances down awkwardly at the screen that is still on. โ€œyour boyfriend.โ€
youโ€™re just about to slide the answer button when the call disconnects and you see that including the one that has just ended, you have four missed calls.
โ€œoh, shit,โ€ you canโ€™t help the curse that slips out of your mouth. four missed calls is never a good sign from anybody, much less your boyfriend, who has also sent you several texts asking where you are.
seeing the darkening of your expression, yunho misses the girl whose biggest worry was the number of ice cream scoops to scam hongjoong out of. he misses the girl whose smile was brighter than the reflected sun on sanโ€™s surfboard. most of all, yunho misses the girl he has fallen in love with.
โ€œy/n, iโ€™m going to be honest with you,โ€ he hesitates slightly. โ€œi donโ€™t think heโ€™s the right one for you.โ€
you know that yunhoโ€™s looking out for you and his heart is in the right place, but itโ€™s not what you want toโ€“ or need to hear right now. and perhaps, thereโ€™s an inkling of you that already knows. still, you try to keep your voice even when you reply, โ€œiโ€™d know if heโ€™s not.โ€
you turn to mingi next and shoot him an apologetic look, โ€œiโ€™m sorry but i should probably call him back. weโ€™ll talk later, yeah?โ€
mingi doesnโ€™t know when later will be and neither do you. but he simply nods and lets you go, watching dejectedly as your form disappears back into your house at the same time san steps out of his. he had been carefully observing from the window the moment yunho had walked out with your incessantly ringing phone in his hand.
โ€œguess he takes priority over us now,โ€ mingi sighs.
san looks at him bittersweetly, โ€œthatโ€™s what happens when you find somebody you love. like johnny is her priority, you are my priority and yunhoโ€™s. in fact, youโ€™re the priority of five other people as well.โ€ despite the fact that he is shorter, san still reaches up to flick mingiโ€™s nose affectionately as he fondly states, โ€œarenโ€™t you lucky.โ€
mingi scrunches his nose in retaliation and san diverts the topic, โ€œnow come on, are you going to just stand back and let yunho win the game again?โ€
the younger grins, light returning to his eyes as he cheekily suggests, โ€œyou distract him while i cheat?โ€
โ€œiโ€™m right here,โ€ yunho protests, but heโ€™s shaking his head dotingly. together, he and mingi make their way back into the house, hands finding each other as they pass through the threshold.
san lingers behind and stares at the closed door of your house. for the longest time, you have been one of sanโ€™s priorities, if not the priority. over the last few years, the number of his priorities have steadily grown and you now share the top of the list in his heart with seven other boys. your happiness is sanโ€™s priority, as is the happiness of the others.
but what happens when interests start to conflict and your boyfriendโ€“ and by association, youโ€“ becomes a reason for unhappiness amongst the people he cares so dearly for? what happens if there comes a day where he must choose between his priorities and push somebody down the list, or worseโ€ฆcompletely out of his heart?
youโ€™re just as troubled when, half an hour after his missed calls and your subsequent response asking to meet up, you and johnny aimlessly wander the streets of the neighbourhood. the air is tense and despite the cry of cicadas, the silence from the lack of conversation is the only sound that you can hear. you can tell that heโ€™s displeased by the fact that you had been with your friends, but youโ€™re not exactly happy with him right now either.
you know an argumentโ€™s brewingโ€“ one that has been long coming, perhaps since the start of summer. you could have chosen to take the night to cool down, but it will eventually boil over one day, be it him or yourself. better to address it now than wait until itโ€™s too late, and perhaps you can salvage it before it does boil over.
โ€œwhy did you call me so many times?โ€
johnny knows youโ€™re not only asking about tonight, and definitely not only about his phone calls. and yet, your tone is not accusatory, only genuinely curious and open to understanding his reasoning and emotions. solely because he feels guilt starting to prick his insides at your question does he make an attempt to reign in his childish jealousy that has reared its head so many times in the last two months.
โ€œi didnโ€™t know where you were,โ€ he halfheartedly answers. โ€œi thought something had happened.โ€
you both know itโ€™s a lieโ€“ a pretty bad one at that. you had texted him just mere hours ago telling him that you would be at sanโ€™s. at his excuse, you raise an eyebrow.
โ€œi donโ€™t like the way they look at you,โ€ johnny finally admits, partially showing his true colours. โ€œespecially san.โ€
you had guessed just as much and you can see why he might feel that way, but you want him to see where youโ€™re coming from, too. โ€œwe grew up together, johnny. weโ€™re each otherโ€™s best friend and he doesnโ€™t like me like that.โ€
warm breath ghosting over your lips and then disappearing just as fast flits across your memory. โ€œnone of them do,โ€ you emphasise. โ€œand iโ€™ve been transparent about hanging out with them when youโ€™re not there, havenโ€™t i? i literally texted you a few hours ago.โ€
he hesitates, โ€œi was busy playing basketball with my friends. i missed your text and then you didnโ€™t reply or answer my callsโ€ฆโ€ the way his voice drops off the more he talks is a good indicator that he knows the patheticness of his justification.
โ€œand i was busy with my friends, too,โ€ you reason. โ€œyouโ€™re not glued to your phone, and neither am i.โ€
you continue when he stays silent, โ€œyouโ€™re my boyfriend and i understand that it can make you feel uneasy when i hang out with so many guys, but you have to understand that theyโ€™re my friends, and my closest ones too. i would appreciate it if you give me more space when iโ€™m with them, but iโ€™ll also try to make sure iโ€™m reachable on my phone so you have a piece of mind.โ€
you look at him and search his eyes for any indicators that he has more to say. from the way his jaw clenches subtly, you know that heโ€™s disgruntled at best. but to your surprise he does not protest, instead nodding and walking you back to your house. you canโ€™t tell whether the silence this time is slightly better or just as suffocating.
when you reach your front door, the lights are still on in the neighbouring house and you can hear the muted ruckus of laughter. as you unlock your door and pull it open, your boyfriend surprises you once more by calling out, โ€œi love you.โ€
you learn a lot about a person simply from the things that they say, and sometimesโ€“
โ€œi know,โ€ you reply gently, before shutting the door.
โ€“you learn even more about a person simply from the things that they donโ€™t say.
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itโ€™s two weeks after your conversation with johnny when he runs into some of the boys at one of the beachside cafes without your presence.
with autumn just around the corner, youโ€™re spending the day transitioning the rice seedlings, now almost at the height of your thighs, from the wet paddies to the drier fields since your parents arenโ€™t in namhae to do it. only mingi, yunho and jongho are helping you out; you had discovered the hard way last summer that letting all eight of them help you was, in fact, counterproductive when there were more plants being trampled on than safely moved.
and so while the four of you are working in the rice paddy, the remaining boys sit on the cafe terrace that overlooks the beach about a ten-minute drive from your and sanโ€™s houses. a hush suddenly falls over their conversation, elbows inconspicuously nudging one another and shoulders tensing when they spot your boyfriend making his way towards the cafe with a small group of his own friends.
a smirk graces johnnyโ€™s lips when his gaze falls upon the five of your friends, ignoring the courteous nod of acknowledgement that seonghwa attempts to make on their behalf and instead walking closer onto the cafeโ€™s terrace. itโ€™s not clearly audible, but itโ€™s definitely direct enough for the boys to make out the words when johnny walks past and mutters, โ€œfuckinโ€™ pussies.โ€
wooyoung immediately reacts. โ€œwhat the fuck did you just say?โ€ he growls threateningly as seonghwa squeezes his thigh in anticipation of him standing up.
johnny pauses to look at them with faux innocence, โ€œi wasnโ€™t talking to you guys, but i guess if youโ€™re offendedโ€“โ€
itโ€™s hongjoong who rises to his feet first, chair screeching as it slides out from under his knees along the wooden deck. โ€œyou say one more fucking word,โ€ he starts, eyes thunderous and fists turning white at his sides.
โ€œand youโ€™ll what,โ€ johnny sneers, โ€œrun to my girlfriend crying? ask her to have a little talk with me?โ€
at the mention of you, both san and wooyoung join hongjoong on their feet. โ€œwatch what you say,โ€ san looks at him dangerously. โ€œdonโ€™t bring y/n into this.โ€
the commotion is starting to attract the attention of the staff and other customers in the cafe. seonghwa slowly stands, preparing to step in before it can escalate into something physical as yeosang grips the seat of his chair.
johnny steps closer and scoffs, โ€œthatโ€™s bullshit. you guys canโ€™t even take care of your own feelings so you have to hide behind my girlfriend like a bunch of pathetic losers. it makes no fucking sense for her to ask me to leave her alone when sheโ€™s with you guys.โ€
โ€œand i bet itโ€™s never fucking crossed your mind that maybe itโ€™s an issue with something youโ€™re doingโ€“not us,โ€ wooyoung reciprocates with his own bold step closer.
heโ€™s suddenly jerked forward when johnny fists the front of his shirt and instantly everyone moves in towards the two. seonghwa wedges his arms against their chests to prevent wooyoung from getting dragged further forward, though the younger is fiercely standing his ground, teeth bared and eyes murderous. save for yeosang, who comes to stand protectively behind him, the remaining two boys are swept up into the beginnings of a scuffle as johnnyโ€™s friends step in as well.
โ€œlook at you, all riled up,โ€ johnny goads, ignoring the hands that are trying to keep him subdued. โ€œand she tells me that you donโ€™t all want to fuck her?โ€
seonghwa inhales sharply as he attempts to overpower both wooyoung and hongjoong, who is now extremely determined to connect his fist with your boyfriendโ€™s face. but to many of their infuriation, the fist doesnโ€™t get a chance to hit its well-deserved target when thereโ€™s a firm shout over the commotion.
the cafe manager harshly warns, โ€œweโ€™re going to have to ask you all to leave the premises, otherwise weโ€™re going to call the police.โ€
โ€œwooyoung! hongjoong!โ€ seonghwa hisses. โ€œitโ€™s not worth the trouble. stop!โ€
there are a few tense seconds of heaving chests and grinding jaws before johnny lets wooyoung go with a shove and hongjoong begrudgingly and slowly lowers his raised fist.
โ€œyou bitches got lucky this time,โ€ johnny glowers. he beckons to his friends with a jerk of his head, still glaring at wooyoung, then kicks a chair out of his way as he leaves the cafe. in the wake of the confrontation, seonghwa turns to look at the manager and creases his eyebrows in apology, bowing multiple times to the other employees and customers too.
the manager nods wryly, โ€œyou and your friends are still going to have to leave.โ€
โ€œwe understand,โ€ seonghwa replies, beginning to usher hongjoong and wooyoung towards the exit. โ€œweโ€™re truly sorry.โ€
as the five of them walk out, his eyes dart around anxiously in case your boyfriend and his friends are still lingering around. muscles taut and on edge, seonghwa makes a decision as the oldest. โ€œletโ€™s go home,โ€ he declares, โ€œwe can wait there.โ€
they pile into the jeep wordlessly and san turns on the ignition, pulling out of the small car park and heading back to his. theyโ€™re only a few minutes away when wooyoung breaks the silence, โ€œso whoโ€™s gonna tell y/n that her boyfriendโ€™s a fucking asshole and that she needs to break up with his sorry ass?โ€ he fumes. โ€œbecause if no oneโ€™s going to do it, then iโ€™m going to tell her the moment we get home.โ€
โ€œwooyoung,โ€ seonghwa starts.
โ€œno, donโ€™t wooyoung me,โ€ he snaps. โ€œheโ€™s a fucking pretentious dickhead and she needs to know that. i donโ€™t even care if we donโ€™t ever get to talk about that other thing with her anymore. all i care is that he never gets to show his face in front of her ever again.โ€
seonghwa rubs his temples in frustration. he argues, โ€œlook, i agree with you and iโ€™m not saying we shouldnโ€™t tell y/n. but we need to put our feelings aside and think about this rationally, otherwise we could end up hurting her.โ€
โ€œi think sheโ€™s going to get hurt regardless of how we approach it,โ€ hongjoong snarks as the other levels him with a look.
โ€œthe campfire night is only a few days away,โ€ yeosang points out. โ€œmaybe we should wait until thatโ€™s overโ€ฆyou know how excited she and mingi get about it each year.โ€
hongjoong protests, โ€œand wait for her to bring johnny along on the day? sorry, but not even seonghwa is going to be able to stop me from sucker-punching him to the ground.โ€
โ€œsurely sheโ€™s not going to bring him. itโ€™s a day just for us,โ€ yeosang frowns.
san feels their questioning gazes settling on him and he glances in the rearview mirror to confirm his hunch. โ€œi donโ€™t know, probably not?โ€ he answers whilst shrugging, turning into the small street that leads to your house. โ€œbut honestly? i think we should wait until after that day to talk to her. i donโ€™t see the point in ruining it for any more of us.โ€
seonghwa agrees and adds on, โ€œand only one of us should have the conversation with her. san, youโ€™re probably the best person out of us.โ€
san hums in agreement, slowly braking the car to a stop before he turns in his seat to look at the rest of them. โ€œiโ€™ll find a time to talk to her and in the meantime,โ€ he looks at wooyoung and hongjoong gently, knowing how frustrated they must be feeling, โ€œwe wait.โ€
thereโ€™s only a few more days until the campfireโ€“ they only need to hold out for a little longer until then. what could possibly go wrong?
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โ€œare you sure itโ€™s a good idea to leave hongjoong and y/n to get the snacks together?โ€
seonghwa tenderly thumbs yeosangโ€™s lips from out of his teeth, where he has been biting the corner of his lips in worry, and answers, โ€œheโ€™s hopeless at buying all the other things and she knows what snacks we like the best.โ€ seonghwa knows hongjoongโ€™s way of being confrontational is stark and direct, but he also has faith in the other that he wonโ€™t prematurely bring up your boyfriend and risk hurting you with the conversation.
you make your way down the snack aisles of the grocery store with hongjoong and it feels both familiar and foreign. there are no shopping cart races or invisible finish flags this timeโ€“ only the two of you and the baskets in his hands as he carries whatever you pluck off the shelves. itโ€™s been a while since youโ€™ve had time alone with hongjoong; not since the incident last summer.
looking down at the shopping baskets, you put another packet of banana crisps in before commenting, โ€œletโ€™s get some sweet things and then that should be enough for the ten of us.โ€
hongjoong cocks his head, โ€œhaneulโ€™s coming?โ€
โ€œ...no,โ€ you look at him carefully, โ€œjohnny is.โ€
โ€œjohnny? youโ€™re joking.โ€
you frown at the sudden coldness in his tone, โ€œheโ€™s my boyfriend, hongjoong.โ€ johnny had been strangely adamant about going today and you had also noticed he seemed to be irritated about something. so quite frankly, you werenโ€™t about to tell him no.
โ€œand heโ€™s also an asshole, you know that? why are you even dating him?โ€
you know your boyfriend and your friends still arenโ€™t on amicable terms, but youโ€™re honestly getting tired of feeling like you have to justify yourself and your dating life. and considering you have just had a talk with johnny to try and make things better for everyone, you canโ€™t help but feel like you are being pushed into a corner yet again.
โ€œasshole or not, at least heโ€™s honest about his feelings for me,โ€ you retort pointedly.
โ€œoh?โ€ hongjoong scoffs in disbelief, โ€œis that what this is about?โ€
you challenge him with a glare, โ€œwhat do you think iโ€™m implying?โ€
โ€œso iโ€™m the bad guy now? i thought you liked me. since when did you stoop so low as to throw yourself at any guy who makes a move on you?โ€
your jaw drops. โ€œyou know what? what the fuck is your problem?โ€ you shove his chest in anger. โ€œletโ€™s not forget that you were the one who tried to kiss me first and you were the one who also stopped. yeah, i did like you, but at least iโ€™m willing to admit it.โ€
you step in closer, breathing heavy as you continue heatedly, โ€œwhat about you? what the fuck have you done that makes you think you have any right to say that my decisions are wrong.โ€
hongjoong grits his teeth, โ€œyouโ€™re making a mistake dating him.โ€
โ€œyeah, you would know something about mistakes,โ€ you throw back sarcastically. โ€œbut then again, you were probably happy to pretend it never happened and forget about it.โ€
โ€œdonโ€™t fucking put words into my mouth,โ€ he warns.
โ€œit seems to be the only way i can get you to talk about us. you have no issues giving me shit about my relationship with my boyfriend, but when it comes to our relationship itโ€™s radio silence for a year.โ€
hongjoong at least has the decency to look guilty when he declares, โ€œi was going to talk to you about it face to face.โ€
โ€œwhatever, hongjoong. itโ€™s too late,โ€ you brush him off.
you snatch the baskets out his hands and walk away, no longer concerned over what snacks the boys will have for the campfire later tonight. you just want to get away from hongjoong, so you do exactly that. you leave him alone in the aisle to stare at the view of your back walking further away from him. life is all about timing and hongjoong has long missed his.
hours later, mingi scans the room from where heโ€™s perched on a stool at the kitchen island in your house. everyone is either lounging around, preparing the meat and cutlery or setting up the grill and table outsideโ€“ everyone except for one.
โ€œwhereโ€™s hongjoong?โ€ he asks nobody in particular. he doesnโ€™t think heโ€™s seen the other since theyโ€™ve all come back from the grocery store.
โ€œheโ€™s resting in my room,โ€ san answers. โ€œsaid he wasnโ€™t feeling too well but heโ€™ll join us later.โ€
you roll your eyes at the knives youโ€™re counting out, opting to keep your mouth shut. what san doesnโ€™t say either, though, is that he knows something is offโ€“ hongjoong was completely fine this morning and you were definitely in higher spirits.
thereโ€™s an abrupt knock at your front door and you put the cutlery down, saying, โ€œiโ€™ll get it.โ€ you know itโ€™s probably johnny so you donโ€™t bother squinting through the peephole before pulling the door open and blinking, โ€œyou look nice today.โ€
your boyfriend has styled his hair so that it slicks back from his forehead, parted down the right side of his scalp. heโ€™s dressed in his usual smart casual fit but has chosen to pair it with accessories to accentuate his collarbones and wrists. he shrugs, โ€œwanted to look good.โ€
you lead him to the open kitchen and immediately, you notice the shift in the air. a few of the boys give a tight-lipped smile in acknowledgement, but the expressions on wooyoung and san, and even yeosang and seonghwa go blank or two shades darker. hongjoongโ€™s uncharacteristic cold feet suddenly makes a lot of sense to san now.
โ€œyou invited johnny?โ€ sanโ€™s question is eerily monotone. a blunt knife may not be able to cut through rope, but with continuous abrasion and chafing, even the thickest of ropes will eventually sever.
your voice is not entirely friendly when you reply, โ€œyes, san. i invited my boyfriend.โ€
โ€œand why the fuck did you do that?โ€
sanโ€™s swearing has you reeling in surprise, but itโ€™s quickly replaced by pent-up stress and anger that has been lingering for weeks and exacerbated by your argument with hongjoong mere hours ago. your entire body starts to heat up when san continues to criticise, โ€œweโ€™ve put up with him for long enough, donโ€™t you think? itโ€™s one thing for you to date him of all people, but itโ€™s another thing to bring him to this.โ€
you laugh bitingly, no longer concerned about trying to deal with this maturely. all you can think about is how san is hurting you and how you want to hurt him back too. โ€œso you can bring whoever the fuck you want each year, but i canโ€™t bring my own boyfriend?โ€ you retort.
the silence is deafening. nobody moves as they try to process the words that have just been thrown at them. yunhoโ€™s eyes are wide with confusion more than hurt at how quickly this argument has escalated, and he slowly raises his arms out in front of him, โ€œokay, i think we all need toโ€“โ€
โ€œwhoever the fuckโ€“are we just โ€˜whoeverโ€™ to you?โ€ wooyoung harshly interrupts. โ€œweโ€™ve been trying to look out for you and this is what we fucking get in return?โ€
you know that you wonโ€™t be able to take your words back after you say them, but they slip out anyway as you counter, โ€œi didnโ€™t ask any of you to look out for me.โ€
yunhoโ€™s arms fall limply to his sides and seonghwa looks away. wooyoungโ€™s words are resigned and stony when he stares at you dead in the eye and says, โ€œyou know, y/n. we needed this trip this summerโ€ฆmore than anything. but thanks for ruining it for all of us.โ€ then he brushes past your shoulder and slams the front door on his way out.
one by one, the boys follow him out of your houseโ€“ first yeosang, then seonghwa, neither of them able to look you in the eye. when yunho and jongho hesitantly walk past you as well, they give you a small, apologetic wince.ย 
mingi still stands in the room. he has been quiet throughout the entire argument but his eyes tell a story of a million words. heโ€™s filled with hurt and sorrow if not obvious by the wetness that starts to well in his eyes. โ€œi guess you were just saying it when you told me i have a home here with you in namhae,โ€ he chokes out.
your own eyes grow hot as you shake your head, โ€œmingi, thatโ€™s notโ€“โ€
but he leaves before you can say anything else. turning back towards the interior of your houseโ€“ now looking far too spacious and vast without one of your friends occupying every available surfaceโ€“ you are left alone with just san and johnny. the heat of the fight is quickly slipping away, instead rushing all towards your eyes, and you call out sanโ€™s name. what for, you donโ€™t know, but your cry is timid and desperate.
as much as it pains san to make a decision, mingi needs himโ€“ his boys need him, and they are his priority now. right there and then, san discovers for himself his final answer when it comes to choosing between love and friendship. he walks out of your house, turning his back on you.
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you jolt awake feeling disorientated. your head feels clouded, eyes blurry from swelling and youโ€™re still in the clothes from last night that you donโ€™t recall falling asleep in. reaching for your phone, you wonder whether it has already ticked past noon for you to have woken up on your own, except you find that its dead. you roll over with a groan and plug your phone into its charger, then haul yourself upwards.
you rinse the stale taste out of your mouth before walking out to the living room and immediately, youโ€™re hit with the memories and intense emotions of last night. there are packets of raw meat still unopened and bottles of soju still littering the table that you hadnโ€™t tidied up. in the aftermath of the argument, you had told johnny to give you some space and to go home. you had then gone straight to your bedroom, covering yourself with the blankets in an attempt to hide yourself from the world and cried out your sorrows until you exhausted yourself to sleep.
you let out a long and heavy sigh, soul still exhausted to the very core, so you turn back towards your bedroom. youโ€™ll clean everything up when youโ€™re feeling a little more confident to face the consequences of last night. sitting on the edge of your bed, you reach for your phone. there are a few texts from johnny that you scroll past when something else catches your eye.
itโ€™s a text from jongho, timestamped for 1:17 am. you and the boys rarely have a reason to message each other individually, preferring to use the group chat since there are no secrets shared. although, you suppose, none of you will be using the group chat for a whileโ€ฆ
you tap on jonghoโ€™s notification. instantly, your heart drops all the way to the bottom of your stomach and past it. you think your heart is down in the fucking ground, becauseโ€“
hey, wasnโ€™t sure if youโ€™d want to know or not but i think weโ€™re going back to seoul in the morning
the numbers in the corner of your phone tell you that itโ€™s already eleven thirty, and thatโ€™s when you hear itโ€“ the noise that had woken you up earlier. the distinct slam of a car boot closing shut. you jolt up to your feet, panic coursing through your veins as blood rushes to your ears and drowns out all rational thoughts. you forgo any shoes and throw your front door open to run outside, uncaring of the grit that digs painfully into the soles of your feet.
a brief flash of relief flickers across jonghoโ€™s face at your appearance but you miss it in your frenzy to make sense of what you are seeing. all three of their cars are parked in a line, their surfboards already strapped and secured to the car hoods or in the bed of the ute. the last of their luggage and duffel bags are being loaded and san is locking his front door.
every summer, the boys wait until the last possible second to leave, to the point where you have to forcibly push them towards their cars with fond laughter. itโ€™s only thursday today and summer doesnโ€™t end for another three days, and yetโ€“
โ€œyou guys are leaving?โ€ you ask apprehensively.
nobody answers you immediately. the only sound that punctuates the silence is the forceful slam of a door as wooyoung enters the car. hongjoong accidentally makes eye contact with you and his eyes narrow before he opens the door to his ute and also disappears.
jongho clears his throat awkwardly, โ€œyeah, weโ€™re heading back early.โ€
โ€œohโ€ฆโ€ youโ€™re at a loss for words, unsure of how to react to this situation. โ€œdrive safe.โ€
like a parallel of last night, the boys enter their respective cars one by one, jongho giving you a subtle wave. guilt stifles you for the things you have said to the boys and youโ€™re also consumed by hurt from the things they have said to you. but you know for certain that you cannot just let this friendship fall through the cracks like this.
as san makes his way to his jeep, which is parked at the front of the line as the lead driver, you watch carefully for any sign that things are still salvageable for your friendship. a smile, a glance, a nodโ€“ anything. but he simply pulls his jeep door open like you are invisible.
you hesitantly ask him, โ€œiโ€™ll see you next summer?โ€
san is expressionless but he may as well be glaring at you when he replies, โ€œdonโ€™t count on it,โ€ and for the second time of your life, he turns his back on you.
as san buckles his seatbelt in, trying his goddamn hardest to pretend he doesnโ€™t see the tears now beginning to fall from your eyes, he tells himself that youโ€™ve made your decision and heโ€™s made his. he has chosen his priorities and will give you up, and yet, still he hopes that one day youโ€™ll realise you deserve better and break up with johnny. san hopes that youโ€™ll come across somebody more than better, even if it cannot be him.
before yunho also gets into the jeep, he pauses in front of you. he fists the sides of his pants to stop himself from reaching out to wipe your tears away. instead, he consoles, โ€œi think we all just need a little bit of time, yeah?โ€
you nod numbly at his words. youโ€™re forced to take several steps back out of the way after yunho also shuts his door closed and the engines hum to life in succession. unable to do anything, you can only watch helplessly as sanโ€™s jeep starts to pull away and the other two cars also follow.
โ€œtheyโ€™re finally leaving, huh.โ€
thereโ€™s only one person who would have amusement laced into those words. refusing to turn around in your state, you exhale shakily, โ€œnot now, johnny.โ€
โ€œyou honestly need better friends. everyone has a stick up their ass in that group,โ€ he comments.
โ€œi said not now,โ€ you warn again, blinking the rest of your tears away when you feel anger creeping up in its stead.
โ€œi shouldโ€™ve just punched them when i had the chance to.โ€
you whip around to face him and yell, absolutely appalled, โ€œjohnny!โ€
โ€œwhat?โ€ he scowls. โ€œthey were the ones who started it.โ€
you grow deathly still. โ€œstarted what?โ€ you interrogate, and when he doesnโ€™t let up, you step in closer. โ€œjohnny?โ€
โ€œlook, i ran into some of them the other day. that little fuckerโ€“wooyoung? he was basically asking to be punched. heโ€™s lucky i let him off the hook,โ€ he sneers.
youโ€™ve known wooyoung longer than you have known johnny and you honestly find your boyfriendโ€™s recount hard to believe. yes, wooyoung is hot-headed and rash, but he never reacts unless he has been provoked. or in other cases, his loved ones have been provoked.
โ€œdonโ€™t you fucking dare call my friends fuckers,โ€ you growl. is this who your boyfriend truly is? is this the person who your friends have been able to see through all this time?
โ€œare you fucking serious right now?โ€ johnny spits in your face, โ€œyouโ€™re defending them? you always take their fucking side even though iโ€™m your boyfriend.โ€
you spit right back, โ€œand you know what? that was my biggest mistake. i should have never made you my boyfriend.โ€
johnnyโ€™s expression drops entirely. โ€œare you breaking up with me right now?โ€
โ€œyes, i am.โ€ you confirm. โ€œweโ€™re over.โ€
you turn on your heel and for once, you are glad that he has shown up at your house, because it means you are a mere ten feet away from shutting your now-ex out of your life. you fumble with the door, vision rapidly blurring, then walk through and close it behind you. slowly, you lean back against the door. with nothing grounding you anymore, the tears escape your eyes once more and you donโ€™t bother trying to hold back your cries.
all too fast, everything has come to a full circle of hurt. johnny turned his back on your friends, your friends turned their backs on you, and you have now turned your back on johnny. your chest shudders and heaves at the realisation, wondering where it all went wrong.
you want to seek out one of the boys for comfortโ€“ seonghwa or sanโ€“ but you only end up dropping to your hands and knees, head dizzy from how hard you begin to sob, when you realise that thatโ€™s no longer an option. you all need time apart, both yourself and the boys. you know. but itโ€™s much easier for them because they are going back to seoul together as their group of eight. they still have each other to lean on for comfort, whereas you are left behind to nurse your own wounds by yourself.
in the quiet of your house with the end of summer approaching in namhae, for the first time since meeting san, you are truly alone. it no longer feels like the nine of you against the world and whatever it may bring. instead, itโ€™s you against the worldโ€ฆand the eight of them.
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haneul takes all but one look at you before sheโ€™s making herself comfortable on your couch, tugging a cushion into her lap and patting the space beside her with a commanding air of authority. her expression tells you that thereโ€™s no room for argument, so you sink into the couch next to her.
the bewilderment must be obvious on your face when she asks you to spill what happened with san, because she simply reveals, โ€œsan messaged the family chat when he arrived back in seoul. and we all know he would give up surfing before voluntarily leaving namhae early.โ€
you slouch in on yourself, โ€œwe fought.โ€
as surprising as it is to hear, since sheโ€™s never seen you and san argue before, haneul had an inkling that that was the case after her little brotherโ€™s vague reasons. she probes, โ€œabout what?โ€
you tell her about everything. how you started dating johnny, how the boys came early for the summer and how you tried to get them on friendly terms. how your friends were constantly telling you to break up with him and how your boyfriend was always unhappy about you spending time with them. you tell her about the near-kiss with hongjoong last summer and the confrontation you had with him this summer. the argument you had with all the boys and the break up with johnny. everything.
haneulโ€™s quiet for a while as she tries to piece together your story and her own thoughts. โ€œdid they ever tell you why they were so against you dating him?โ€ she finally questions.
you shake your head and she asks, โ€œthen did you try talking to them about it?โ€
you slowly shake your head again, slightly ashamed by your own answer. you had been so focused on finding fault in the different ways the boys could have expressed their disapproval regarding your boyfriend that you didnโ€™t think of the multiple opportunities you had to work out why those opinions existed in the first place.
โ€œwhat do you think of it all, then? obviously, you would have broken up with johnny for a reasonโ€“or did the criticism from the boys just become too much?
fiddling with the hem of your shirt, you look down at your lap. โ€œhe was a decent guyโ€ฆup until summer and the boys came over. thatโ€™s when he started acting differently and,โ€ you pause, trying to find a nicer phrase before giving up and settling on, โ€œbecame an asshole.โ€
she nods, waiting as you elaborate, โ€œhe became more overbearing and possessive, especially when i was hanging out with them when he wasnโ€™t present. and he was just always so pissed. he was dead serious about getting into a physical fight with wooyoung. and we both know that none of the boys would ever start a fight for no reason, much less a fistfight, so johnny had to be the instigator.โ€
the way that you are solely picking out the faults of your ex does not go unnoticed by haneul. โ€œy/n,โ€ she stares at you seriously. โ€œare you upset about your break up, or your argument with the boys?โ€
her question stuns you because itโ€™s quite obviously both, but she stops your reflexive response with the instruction, โ€œthink about it before you answer me.โ€
you close your mouth and look at your lap again to actually process your own thoughts and feelings. what are you thinking and feeling? johnnyโ€ฆyou had sort of known already that he would not be a constant in your life for much longer. from the moment you had started comparing him against the other boys, it was already the beginning of the end.
but san and the others? they are and have been the sun to your solar system for years; your providers of vitality, warmth and summer who you cannot live without. thereโ€™s a constant, gravitational pull that keeps you all together, except the balance has now been thrown off entirely. you realise what the answer was all along and you quietly admit, โ€œthe argument.โ€
she places a hand over yours, comfortingly stroking your knuckles as she sympathises, โ€œi think so too.โ€
promptly, you feel your eyes pricking with the sting of tears and in a moment of fragile vulnerability, you plead to haneul in a shaky voice, โ€œwhat am i going to do without them?โ€
โ€œcome here,โ€ she whispers.
she pulls you into her, your body immediately going slack in her embrace. you cling onto her like a lifeline, afraid that you are going to drown in your cries of anguish. you donโ€™t know how long you stay buried in her chest grieving for the friendships you have lost, but your neck and back are sore with stiffness by the time you calm down. still, she doesnโ€™t let go of youโ€“ not until you make the first move to pull away.
haneul continues to stroke your hair, soft shushing noises as she rocks you back and forth with her. when your shuddering breaths have resided and steadied out, she breaks the silence softly, โ€œy/n, i think thereโ€™s more to your heartache and regret than just feeling like youโ€™ve lost your closest friends.โ€
your throat is scratchy when you mumble, โ€œwhat do you mean?โ€
โ€œi canโ€™t tell you because thatโ€™s something that youโ€™re going to have to work out for yourself. but after you figure out your own feelings, talk to them. communication is the first step to solving any problem, and i think youโ€™ve realised just how much miscommunication could have been avoided leading up to the argument.โ€
you know sheโ€™s right, but your chest shrivels up on itself in fear. โ€œwhat if they donโ€™t answer my messages or calls? what if they really donโ€™t come back next summer?โ€ what if they hate me forever?
haneul rests her cheek on the crown of her head, โ€œif they take a step back, then why donโ€™t you take two steps forward?โ€
her words slowly sink in and when they do, you inch out of her embrace. haneul cannot help the smile that adorns her own face in tandem with the one that starts to peek out along your lips. your face is still red and blotchy but there is now a ray of emerging hope as your voice trails off, โ€œyou meanโ€ฆโ€
โ€œyes, y/n,โ€ haneul nods. you feel goosebumps spreading across your body when she affirms your thoughts.
โ€œgo to seoul and talk to them.โ€
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summer passes and autumn comes. the days grow shorter as the nights become longer and the weeks blur into a haze of monochrome darkness. the leaves and flowers fall off the trees, nature gradually stagnating and waning into nonexistence, much like the groupchat you share with the boys that has remained untouched since summer.
in a feverish state of resolution the very same day you had cried in haneulโ€™s arms, you had booked an express bus trip that would take you directly from namhae to seoul. yet, despite telling yourself every weekend that youโ€™ll make the trip, the ticket remains unused. whenever you see your last message to sanโ€“ a meek question asking if he had arrived back in seoul fineโ€“ that continues to stay unread, your courage crumples and you reschedule the date for the following weekend.
the cycle repeats itself well into autumn. that is, until he breaks it.
youโ€™ve spent the last few days thinking about this very moment. there are only a few minutes left until midnight, which will mark the end of jonghoโ€™s birthday. youโ€™re unable to count the number of times you have opened his chat, typed out a message, then exited without actually sending it.
currently, the text cursor in jonghoโ€™s chat blinks back at you like your own indecisiveness wavering back and forth between messaging him and not. the minute ticks over once moreโ€“ itโ€™s now or never. you let your thumbs skim across the surface of your phone before you can contemplate any further. itโ€™s a simple message; only reading two lines.
happy birthday jongho how have you been?
really, you mean โ€˜how have you all been?โ€™ because you cannot care about one of them without also caring about the others.
you lock the screen and toss your phone to the side, pretending you donโ€™t care whether he replies or not, as if your phone is capable of sensing anxiousness and will sabotage his incoming messagesโ€“ that is, if any come at all. but jonghoโ€™s last messages to you had been the ones alerting you that he and the boys would be leaving namhae prematurely. surely an indicator that this friendship isnโ€™t entirely lost.
the lecture slides on your laptop may as well be written in a foreign language as you restlessly eye your phone, wondering if he has seen your messages. you know it will be fruitless to continue studying, so you steel yourself for disappointment and reach for your phone. to your surprise, thereโ€™s a reply waiting for you.
thanks y/n, iโ€™ve been good
itโ€™s simple and only five words, but that in itself speaks volumes to your relationship. your heart skips a beat when the messages in his chat shift upwards once more as a new text comes in like an afterthought.
i miss you
really, jongho means โ€˜we all miss youโ€™ because you can be angry at someone, feel hurt by them, yet still love them all the same.
his confession stuns you frozen, your fingers hovering in place over your keyboard. it fills you with longing for more and hope for what may come, but also fear for what could happen. jongho has taken a small step to meet you halfway and you are absolutely terrified of messing things up once more. with your heart pounding in your chest, you carefully type out your next message, send it and then hold your breath.
can we call?
your fingers repetitively trace the rim of your phone case back and forth as you wait for a reply. thereโ€™s a rising swell of panic that continues to grow when nothing comes and you even exit and reopen the app. what you donโ€™t know is that jongho almost trips onto his face in his hurry to untangle his legs from out of his blanket so that he can lock himself in the bathroom to call you without waking the others.
the phone nearly falls out of your grasp when the screen suddenly lights up not with a message but a call. you let it ring for a few seconds to gather your own composure before sliding the button to nervously answer, โ€œhello?โ€
โ€œhello?โ€ comes jonghoโ€™s reply.
your voices overlap as you both simultaneously talk, โ€œcan you hear meโ€“โ€ โ€œhiโ€“yes, can you hear me?โ€
โ€œyeah, i can hear you too, hi,โ€ you breathe out, face breaking out into a smile.
the exchange has jongho letting out a giggle and the sound immediately releases all the tension that has built up in your body. your eyes start to mist over as you let out your own bashful laughter, because it is so much more than just missing the sound of jonghoโ€™s happiness. youโ€™re reminded of crashing waves and windswept fringes; heavy surfboards and helping handsโ€“ the summer days when everything was happier and simpler. how did everything end up the way it has?
โ€œthank you for replying to my message, jongho,โ€ your voice is unsteady.
he must hear the way your throat threatens to close in on itself, because his voice is warm-hearted when he tells you, โ€œno, thank you for reaching out first.โ€ and as much as he finds it difficult to express himself, his next words spill out easily. โ€œsorry i didnโ€™t do it firstโ€ฆit must have been hard for you all this time.โ€
and just like that, so comes the first of many owed apologies. it doesnโ€™t matter that you have to be awake in five hours to make it to your first lecture, nor that you donโ€™t have a perfected script for all the things you want to apologise for. and it doesnโ€™t matter that jongho is starting to feel cold sitting on the bathroom floor, nor that he canโ€™t hold you like he wants to do. what does matter is that youโ€™re both talking again.
as the night grows older, the conversation eventually flows away from raw confessions of your hearts to familiar topics of your mundane lives. it feels like the normal phone calls you used to have with the boys, except this time itโ€™s only with jongho.
โ€œwhat about you? have you been busy?โ€
you nod, even though he canโ€™t see you over the call, โ€œiโ€™m trying to keep up with classes but itโ€™s hard with all the assignments due soon.โ€
โ€œyeah, i have another huge film project and itโ€™s taking up all of my time, too,โ€ he exhales, then tentatively asks, โ€œwhat aboutโ€ฆhowโ€™re things with johnny?โ€
itโ€™s strangely exciting to clarify, โ€œwe actually broke up a few months ago.โ€
you can hear jonghoโ€™s sharp inhale even from over the phone. the conspiratorial tone of his voice painfully reminds you of wooyoungโ€™s nosiness as jongho asks, โ€œplease tell me you broke up with him and not the other way round.โ€
โ€œyes, i broke up with him,โ€ you chuckle. โ€œhe talked shit about you guys the moment you all left, so i dumped him.โ€
โ€œhe deserved it,โ€ he gleefully states.
โ€œonly i get to mess with my friendsโ€ฆliterally.โ€
the joke is at the expense of yourself, but it feels uplifting to be able to start laughing about it now that you have started making amends, even if it is only with one person so far. knowing you have somebody on your side makes all the difference in the world.
โ€œitโ€™s actually sort of funny you say that,โ€ jongho muses over the phone. โ€œremember that truth or dare question? the one about choosing between love and friendship?โ€
you hum in affirmation, โ€œsan and i picked love.โ€
โ€œand look at you, picking us over johnny,โ€ he teases.
huffily, you banter, โ€œpicked you guys even though you all left me.โ€
thereโ€™s the tinkle of laughter from over the receiver, but itโ€™s cut short by a faint knock. you hear jongho murmuring to somebody before his voice becomes audible again, โ€œhey, sorry, i need to go now. someone needs to use the bathroom.โ€
you resist the urge to ask why heโ€™s even there in the first place, but you just tell him that itโ€™s okay, considering how late the time is anyway.
โ€œiโ€™ll talk to you tomorrow?โ€
โ€œyeah, tomorrow,โ€ you affirm. the wide smile on your face makes your cheeks ache as you grip the phone to your ear and wait for him to hang up. you hear the sound of rustling as he stands up and turns the doorknob, then thereโ€™s a voice in the background asking, โ€œis that y/n?โ€
but before you can try to discern who the voice belongs to, the call ends. you donโ€™t let the slight disappointment dampen your spirits though and you fall back to lie on top of your bed. jonghoโ€™s last words to you have made you feel like a giddy teenagerโ€“ tomorrow feels too far away.
but his words before his last words also make you feel like a teenager. only itโ€™s not giddiness but the uncertainty and confusion that comes with adolescence as you try to navigate and understand your own feelings about something. in the face of the situation, had you truly chosen friendship over love contrary to your own expectations?
it makes sense at first to think thatโ€™s what has happened, but youโ€™re suddenly reminded of haneulโ€™s wordsโ€“ that there is more to your heartache and regret than just feeling like you have lost your closest friends, and that you need to figure out your own feelings before talking to the boys. if you have stood by your own values and chosen love over friendship, then that meansโ€ฆthe heartbreak that you feel is grief not for lost friendship, but loss of your first lovesโ€“ because you are in love with all of them.
that spark of feelings that had remained for the boys had never become fully extinguished. when you agreed to date johnny, perhaps it was only because he had reminded you of them and you had mistaken the flutters in your stomach for romantic attraction to him. and so, left unattended, that very spark has now flourished into a wildfire that can no longer be controlled, neither can it be containedโ€“ itโ€™s time for you to talk to them.
you pick up your phone again and send out a message, this time with no hesitation. it reads, โ€˜i need your helpโ€™.
and the reply is immediate.
anything you need
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itโ€™s the first day of winter when you arrive in seoul.
you get off the express bus at the terminal with both hands empty and only the bag on your back; you donโ€™t plan on staying for long so you didnโ€™t bring much with you. immediately, your breath fogs up in the frigid air and you nestle more snugly into the warmth of your coat. thereโ€™s a reasonable crowd of people at the terminal, so you crane your neck in search of jonghoโ€™s familiar tuft of brown hair, who had offered to pick you up knowing that this was your first time travelling up to seoul.
the last text he had sent told you that he had arrived and was waiting for you at terminal six. as you make your way closer, eyes squinting to discern whether you are seeing things correctly, you think youโ€™re able to make out jonghoโ€™s side profile leaning against a brick wall.
except, heโ€™s not alone. your footsteps start to falter because seonghwa is also there. ironically, heโ€™s the one who spots you from afar. he pushes himself away from the wall and turns his body towards you as jongho questions whether he has spotted you.
ever since the night he had overheard the younger on a phone call with you, seonghwa has been aching to make things right with you again. he had been afraid that you would want nothing to do with them anymore and that you would slip away from their fingers just like that. but here you are in seoul, just a mere distance away from him.
seonghwaโ€™s eyes start to water and your expression crumples almost immediately with his when he opens his arms with an offer of an embrace. his feet rush to close the distance when you throw yourself into his chest, the cashmere of his coat rubbing softly against your cheek.
โ€œiโ€™m sorry, hwaโ€ you murmur.
โ€œi know,โ€ he whispers, stroking the back of your head, โ€œme too.โ€
jongho silently watches with a small smile and allows you both to have your moment of reconciliation with each other. as you breathe in the comfortingly familiar scent of seonghwaโ€™s cologne, you gesture for the other to come closer so that you can pull him into a group hug. and here, surrounded by both of them, despite there being several other things you want to sayโ€“ poems of apologies and ballads of confessionsโ€“ for now, this is more than enough.
seonghwa is the first to pull away suddenly as if he has been electrocuted. โ€œhang on, are you and johnny stillโ€ฆโ€ he trails off.
despite the snort of amusement that leaves you, youโ€™re touched by his thoughtfulness to maintain respectful boundaries. โ€œdonโ€™t worry, we broke up,โ€ you reassure him, then you jokingly turn to jongho with an incredulous look. โ€œyou told him i was coming up to seoul, but didnโ€™t tell him that johnnyโ€™s my ex now?โ€
he rolls his eyes good-naturedly, โ€œthat wasnโ€™t in my place to reveal. plus, seonghwa was the one who looked over my shoulder and saw your text asking for my help.โ€
said man pretends to walk away innocently. you and jongho laugh, trailing after him towards the carpark as you ask, โ€œwhat was he doing in your dorm anyway?โ€
โ€œhe crashed for the night. our dormโ€™s close to his workplace.โ€
when you reach their parked car, seonghwa tugs the passenger door open, but instead of hopping in he gestures for you to go first. you indulge in his chivalry with a chuckle, even more so when he places a hand along the top of the door frame in case you bump into it.
โ€œthanks, hwa,โ€ you say sweetly, shuffling in further when he scoots in after you and leaves jongho alone to sit at the front of the car.
โ€œgreat, not even ten minutes of making up with each other and iโ€™ve already become the third wheel,โ€ jongho grumbles as he turns the ignition on.
despite the huffiness in his voice, jonghoโ€™s heart sings with happiness to see you and seonghwa already getting along like normal. he is willing to be the third wheelโ€“ even the ninth wheelโ€“ if it means that you and his boys can shine together every day. but for that to happen, it all rests on how the next hour unfolds.
โ€œready to go?โ€ jongho asks, eyeing you from the rearview mirror.
are you? are you ready to talk to all of the boys at the same time? seonghwa gives your hand a gentle squeeze, and jongho nods at you reassuringly from the front; youโ€™re not going into this alone anymore. you nod, โ€œiโ€™m ready.โ€
the drive takes less than thirty minutes and before you know it, youโ€™re standing right outside the door to jonghoโ€™s shared dorm with wooyoung and hongjoong. jongho swipes and unlocks the door with his access card, however makes no move to push the door open. the fact that neither of the boys say anything to rush you spurs you on with enough determination to enter the dorm. the volume of their chatter increases immediately without the barrier of the door, and you take slow, hesitant steps along the short hallway towards the direction of the sound.
you appreciate when jongho takes the lead to subtly show you where to go but it still feels like you are intrudingโ€“ which, you technically are, considering two out of three people who live here donโ€™t know that youโ€™re in the dorm right now. rounding the corner of the hallway, you discover that it leads straight to the living room where all of the boys currently are. so itโ€™s fucking awkward when the sight of you emerging completely kills the conversation and a collective hush settles over the room.
you have to fight everything within you not to turn on your heel and just flee, because nothing has prepared you for their initial reaction. you hate the fact that you cannot tell whether the shocked expressions on yunho and yeosangโ€™s faces are ones of delight or displeasure. you hate the way that wooyoung and hongjoongโ€™s bodies tense and become guarded, ready to tell you to leave their dorm. but more than anything, you hate the way that san and mingi cannot even look at you.
โ€œholy shit,โ€ yunho whispers.
thatโ€™s enough to set off the others and hongjoong angrily questions, โ€œwhat the fuck is she doing here?โ€
wooyoung looks at jongho, โ€œis this why you told everyone to come over?โ€
you defend, โ€œi was the one who asked jongho for help.โ€
โ€œi wasnโ€™t talking to youโ€“โ€
you cut wooyoung off, contrary to your next words, โ€œcan you just shut the fuck up for once? iโ€™m not here to start another fight. justโ€“hear me out, please. iโ€™ll leave as soon as i say what i need to.โ€
he glares at you and everybody holds their breath as they steel themselves for another full-blown argument. but wooyoung does as you ask and folds his arms angrily. nobody speaks, waiting for you to talk as you finally put your bag down and sit a safe distance away.
you close your eyes and take a breath to compose yourself. you refuse to let yourself cry this time. youโ€™ve done plenty of that in the last few months and you have finally come to terms with your own feelings. โ€œiโ€ฆiโ€™m sorry,โ€ you start.
somebody scoffs, but you ignore it and let the words from your heart take over. โ€œiโ€™m sorry for being such an asshole over the summerโ€“for letting my ex get in between us and for ignoring all the times you told me he wasnโ€™t a good guy. i shouldnโ€™t have assumed that you were all okay with me bringing him along whenever we hung out and i should have asked before inviting him to the campfire. that was something special for us and it was selfish of me to do that.
โ€œin particular, iโ€™m sorry for how that night went down. i know it doesnโ€™t excuse what i did, but i had an argument with hongjoong earlier that day and i was feeling strung tight. i wish i had handled the situation better when i felt confronted about bringing johnny along, and i acknowledge that the words i said canโ€™t be taken back, even if i didnโ€™t mean them.โ€
nobody needs reminding of the words that you are referring to, because it has sat just as heavily in their hearts as it has your own. the sight of mingi ducking his head down even further has your heart clenching painfully.
even if he isnโ€™t looking, you apologise to him directly, โ€œmingi, iโ€™m sorry we never got to finish our talk. i know that you were going through a hard time and that that trip was meant to be something healing for youโ€“for all of you. namhae was meant to be an escape, but it probably didnโ€™t feel that wayโ€ฆbecause of me. i mean it when i say youโ€™ll always have a home in namhae and i hope that one day, youโ€™ll be able to trust me on that. in fact, i hope that you all know that namhae is not the same without either one of you boys.โ€
you hesitate, because not even jongho knows about what youโ€™re going to say next. you avert your gaze to focus on the carpet just in front of you so that you donโ€™t have to see their expressions. โ€œitโ€™s taken this fightโ€“almost losing all of youโ€“and breaking up with my ex to realise just how stupid and blind i am to my own feelings. i always thought i would be happy with just being friendsโ€ฆbut you are all so, so much more to me than just friends and โ€˜whoeverโ€™. i think iโ€™m in love with all of you and i know itโ€™s unconventional, butโ€ฆi guess love has no limits.
โ€œbut iโ€™m also going to be honest. iโ€™m still hurt by the things some of you said or did. it hurt that some of you criticised my decisions without thinking about how that might have made me feel. and i know it wasnโ€™t your intention to, but i felt like i was being backed into a corner multiple times when you kept repeating the same things over and over again about my ex without any real constructiveness to your words.
โ€œi donโ€™t expect you to apologise right now, nor accept my apology, and i donโ€™t expect any of you to respond to my confession. i want you all to have enough time to work out your own feelingsโ€ฆif you want to. if you find it in your heart to forgive me and if you want to apologise, pursue friendship again orโ€ฆmaybe something more, then come to namhae and tell me in person.โ€
thereโ€™s half a year left until summer, and as much as things can change in six months, you also hope that this gives you and the boys time to work out what you all truly want from one anotherโ€“ be it friendship or love. nobody moves or says anything, trying to process everything you have said so you decide to leave them to it, having done your part. you make a move to stand and sling your bag onto your back.
โ€œyouโ€™re leaving already? where are you going?โ€ yeosang abruptly asks, standing as well.
โ€œback to namhae,โ€ you explain. โ€œi booked a return ticket for the same day.โ€
san frowns and for the first time since you arrived, he looks at you. โ€œyou came all the way hereโ€ฆjust to talk to us for half an hour?โ€
you give him a bittersweet smile, โ€œthatโ€™s how important this is to meโ€“how important you all are to me.โ€
he looks away, unable to hold your gaze. you turn to jongho to ask if he is still happy to drop you back off at the terminal, who nods and begins to pull on his puffer jacket.
โ€œwait,โ€ yeosang calls out. he skitters off down the corridor, socked feet pattering against the floor as he grabs something from his bedroom and hurries back in front of you. โ€œhere.โ€
he has a thick scarf that he holds out for you to take, but as you start to reach for it, he changes his mind. you hold your breath as yeosang carefully reaches over your head to drape the scarf around you. with tender hands, he wraps it around your neck before securing it with a knot. he continues to fiddle with the ends of the scarf and youโ€™re starting to wonder why he is hesitating when he looks at you shyly and mumbles something under his breath. before you can make a noise of confusion, he darts off once again back into his room. seonghwa cannot help but smile fondly, because even if he is unable to hear what the other said either, he knows what yeosang means purely by his actions.
youโ€™re accompanied out of the door by jongho minutes later, carrying a plastic bag of snacks and drinks from their dorm that seonghwa has rushed to put together for you to have on your way back. when youโ€™re in the car, you also find a pair of black gloves in the pocket of your coat. you have no idea who put it there, but the sentiment of one of the boys trying to ensure you are not cold is enough to fill your entire body with warmth.
you may have arrived in seoul with both hands empty and only the bag on your back, but you leave seoul with their quiet acts of apologies and forgiveness on your hands, neck, and in the plastic bag sitting on your lap as your bus pulls away back to namhae.
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a lot can change in six months, but a lot can also stay the same. it all balances on the peak of the fulcrum, waiting to teeter either way as summer arrives.
youโ€™ve kept in touch with jongho and seonghwa, so you havenโ€™t been left in the dark anxiously wondering whether they will be returning to namhae or not. but even with their arrival, the uncertainty remains as to which way the scale hasโ€“ or will tip.
so you donโ€™t walk out to greet them when you hear the resounding slam of shutting doors and the low hum of exchanged conversation, because you don't know whether the other boys want to see you or not. plus, thereโ€™s something embarrassing about seeing them for the first time after apologising, much less confessing to them without any certainty as to their feelings, and much much less to eight people at once. youโ€™re doing a pretty good job at hiding and pretending you are completely oblivious to their arrival in namhae.
that is, until mingi knocks on your door. mingi feels like heโ€™s fourteen again, knocking on yunhoโ€™s door and crossing his fingers hoping to god that itโ€™s his friend who opens it and not his parents, because mingi feels embarrassed asking them every day if yunho can come out to play. this time, though, mingiโ€™s nervous because itโ€™s you and heโ€™s nervous because six months is a long time where feelings can change. he hopes that yours are still the same.
youโ€™re greeted by a shock of platinum white hair when you open your door and you realise itโ€™s mingi with freshly bleached hair. it looks goodโ€“ a little too goodโ€“ and you have to force yourself to peel your eyes away. except your eyes travel down involuntarily to the contrasting black of his tank top, which is at least two sizes too large and dips down dangerously to reveal the shadows of his chest. youโ€™re down bad, and itโ€™s only been ten seconds since youโ€™ve laid eyes on him since seoul.
mingi is looking at you amusedly when you finally lock eyes with him and he seems to stand a little straighter with confidence. he beckons with a gentle tilt of his head, โ€œcome surf with us?โ€
the casualness of his invite throws you off and you wonder if youโ€™ve somehow missed the memo that heโ€™s forgiven you. โ€œyouโ€™re all okay with me coming?โ€ you blink confusedly.
โ€œthe others can speak for themselves,โ€ he puts it plainly, but then smiles, โ€œi want you to come, though. itโ€™s not the same without you. plus,โ€ his voice mellows out earnestly, โ€œsomeoneโ€™s gotta welcome me home, donโ€™t you think?โ€
home. home is where the heart is, and for mingi, regardless of the arguments and fights, his heart will always be with the boys and you. because in anger, hurt and love, there is always forgiveness, and mingi has forgiven you.
shyly, you return his smile, โ€œiโ€™ll go get changed, then?โ€
โ€œis that an invite inside?โ€ mingi leans against the doorframe with faux coyness that manages to make the rounds of your cheeks heat up. you shove him back lightly with a laugh, trying to ignore the firmness of his chest under your touch.
he grins boyishly, utterly pleased with himself, but steps back so you can close the door. โ€œtake your time,โ€ he reassures. โ€œiโ€™ll wait for you.โ€
and he does, just so that you donโ€™t have to walk alone to join the rest of the group. even after you have thrown on a swimsuit and slathered yourself with sunscreen as best as you can, mingi is still outside and yunho has also joined himโ€“ you know because you can hear them talking as you search for your house keys in the hallway.
โ€œwhat if itโ€™s too late?โ€ yunho asks.
โ€œyou donโ€™t know that, not until you try,โ€ mingi replies. โ€œhere, a kiss for good luck.โ€
you have no idea what the context for this conversation is, but it suddenly strikes you that apart from mingi, youโ€™ve never discussed sexual orientation with the boys. you may have asked them to consider you romantically, but you canโ€™t say for sure if they even like girls. from what you know, none of them have dated before, and now youโ€™re suddenly wondering whether any of the boys are dating within the group. mingi and yunho are certainly a possibility.
but regardless, you realise this is probably not something you should be discovering by overhearing a conversation, so you deliberately drop your keys to alert them of your presence and wait a couple more seconds before you open your front door.
for the second time of the day, youโ€™re absolutely floored. yunho has dyed his hair an ash grey and it falls over his forehead and down the nape of his neck in messy locks. there must have been a fucking enticing buy-one-get-one-free deal, because heโ€™s also wearing a black tank top much like mingiโ€™s, except his is form-fitting and putting every damned muscle of his upper body on glorified display.
not that youโ€™re complaining. but itโ€™s also very distracting when youโ€™re trying to focus on what mingi is saying as you all make your way down the beach towards the shore, their surfboards hiked against their hips.
โ€œyou guys go ahead, i think jonghoโ€™s calling for me,โ€ mingi suddenly announces before darting off.
youโ€™re left alone with yunho, and from the back of jonghoโ€™s head who most definitely doesnโ€™t even know you three have joined the group, mingiโ€™s plan to slip away has succeeded.
โ€œum,โ€ yunho hesitantly starts, โ€œdo you want to try paddling out on my board? iโ€™ll stay close.โ€
the last time you had attempted anything on his shortboard, you had flipped over and swallowed several mouthfuls of salt water. although youโ€™re not particularly keen on repeating the experience, some things donโ€™t need to be spelt outโ€“ the reason for his offer. only one foot is needed to push a bicycle into motion, but two feet are needed to keep it in motion. so you nod and let him drag his surfboard towards the shallow waters for you.
as you trail beside him, seonghwa and jongho greet you enthusiastically on their own boards out in the horizon. yeosang waves too from further down the shore and you lose some of the tension in your shoulders when you know that the intention behind his scarf was not misinterpreted. only san and wooyoung do not directly acknowledge your presence, but unbeknownst to you, the younger is carefully observing your interactions with the others.
โ€œhere,โ€ yunho says, garnering your attention.
he holds the surfboard steady in the water, waiting for you to lie on top. his hands stay even after you gingerly shift and balance your weight onto your front. with his guidance, you slowly paddle out past the rush of whitewater waves. yunho is barely waist-deep in the water so he easily manoeuvres you and the board as you try to recall the familiar motion of paddling against incoming swells. but both of you know that youโ€™re not really trying to paddle and heโ€™s not really watching for mistakes.
eventually, you languidly let the waters caress your body as you still, letting the slight waves gently rock your surfboard. one of yunhoโ€™s arms have shifted over your back to support the opposite side of the surfboard and your body tingles whenever his forearm brushes over you. his other hand rests near your own, your fingers grazing together whenever the board dances over a swell.
it is within the serenity and solitude of the ocean, and the warmth and proximity of each otherโ€™s presence that the conversation happens. yunho apologises and you forgive. it occurs as simply as that, because actions speak louder than words and you have already shared a library of novels with your bodies.
from afar, wooyoungโ€™s internal debate continues to teeter on its fulcrum as he watches the moment you share with yunho. wooyoung may be fast to talk, but he is also keen to observe. he sees the glow of relief and happiness returning to the faces of the boys. what he said to you summers ago still stands trueโ€“ you make the boys happy and itโ€™s obvious they make you happy too. and all wooyoung has ever wanted is to protect the smile of his loved ones, including you.
the radiance of the smile you give when yunho pretends to flip your surfboard over reminds wooyoung of his failure to do just that. in his blindness for the others, he had sacrificed your smile. the scale teeters over the fulcrum and he follows the momentum of his heart to wade out into the waters where you two still are, his apology ready to spill out.
and so you discover that a lot can change in six months, but a lot can also change in one day. with each relationship that stitches back together, rips now reinforced and sturdier than before, namhae almost feels the same againโ€“ summer almost feels the same again. you may still have the two hardest conversations left to be resolved, but if more time is what they need, then you are willing to wait for san andโ€“
yunho and wooyoung scramble to steady your surfboard before you actually tip over when you suddenly move to kneel, head whipping around to confirm your fears. you hadnโ€™t initially noticed as the boys had been scattered, intermittently ducking back into the house, but your heart sinks as you count the number of heads again. youโ€™re unable to fight off the dread in your voice when you dare to ask, โ€œwhereโ€™s hongjoong?โ€
yunhoโ€™s eyes donโ€™t meet yours and wooyoungโ€™s mouth thins out tightly before he cautiously answers you, โ€œhe didnโ€™t come.โ€
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san likes to think that heโ€™s patient. ever since he was young, his father had made sure to raise him to wait. wait for elders to eat before picking up his own chopsticks; wait for others to walk through the door before he enters; wait for others to choose their preference before he picks his. and san likes to think that he has diligently applied this principle to his relationships too. wait to understand someone before criticising; wait for his own anger to subside before talking; wait to reflect on his own wrongs before expecting an apology.
but right now, san is impatient. he catches glimpses of the sweet messages you send jongho and seonghwa and the joyous cackles you share with wooyoung when you prank yeosang. he notices the way yunho and mingi are attached to your hips, and san wants all of that and more. he wants to tell you heโ€™s forgiven you and that heโ€™s sorry too; he wants to cup your cheeks and thumb away the phantom tears he caused; he wants to love you.
but his body is acting as if itโ€™s an entirely separate entity from his heart. heโ€™s unable to approach you, even as he watches everyone else do what he wants to and it frustrates him to no end. and itโ€™s as if the gods themselves also became impatient with his pathetic attemptsโ€“ or lack thereofโ€“ because they drop the perfect opportunity right in front of him.
a quick look at his phone tells san that heโ€™s been tossing on the couch for the last two hours. sleep fails to take over, so he hauls himself up and pads softly towards the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. he stares out of the window above the sink, where he can just see the stretch of beach towards the right. the moon shines brightly tonight and the rays decorate the sand and sea foam with dreamy tranquillity.
thereโ€™s a quiet rustle above the stillness of the night. when san turns around, his heart immediately clenches at the sight. youโ€™re sleepily rubbing the bleariness out of your eye as you shuffle your way into the kitchen. thereโ€™s a stray tuft of hair that san wants to reach out and smooth down for you, but he opts to grip his glass of water tighter.
you startle, not having expected someone to be awake and most definitely not san. you had stayed over late into the night watching a movie marathon with the boys, and despite your protests, they had convinced you to crash in haneulโ€™s room. tension doesnโ€™t exist between you and the boys anymore, only awkwardness with san andโ€ฆavoidance with hongjoong.
โ€œcouldnโ€™t sleep?โ€ you murmur, voice unguarded and still thick with sleep.
san shakes his head, โ€œyou?โ€
โ€œgot thirsty,โ€ you explain, grabbing a glass from under the counter.
he hums at your answer and then it grows silent again. itโ€™s only after you drowsily blink at him that he realises why youโ€™re not making a move to get waterโ€“ heโ€™s still standing in front of the sink. san starts to step out of the way but thinks better of it. reaching out to grab your glass, he fills it up with water and then returns it to you.
โ€œthanks, sannie.โ€
it doesnโ€™t register in your head that the nickname has slipped out. for him, though, it echoes and ricochets in the very caverns of his ribcage. hesitantly, he mutters, โ€œyouโ€™re welcome, pipsqueak.โ€
it tugs a smile out of your lips. โ€œhavenโ€™t heard that in a while,โ€ you muse. โ€œkind of miss it.โ€
and i miss you. san is impatient, and he finally decides that he cannot take it anymore. โ€œiโ€™m sorry, y/n,โ€ he whispers. โ€œi know how badly i hurt you.โ€
the haze in your eyes immediately fades away at his words and he takes it as a good sign to continue. โ€œiโ€™ll be honest. i hated that the person next to you as your boyfriend wasnโ€™t one of usโ€“wasnโ€™t me, because it didnโ€™t look like he was making you happy at all. and that day you were out working in the field? some of us actually ran into johnny.โ€
you acknowledge sadly, โ€œseonghwa told me what happened. iโ€™m sorry he was like that.โ€
โ€œthatโ€™s not on you to apologise,โ€ san refutes. โ€œi was the one who asked the boys to keep it from you until we could properly talk after the campfire night, but along with everything that had led up to that point, all my frustrations accumulated without even realising it.โ€
โ€œi guess that makes the two of us, then. there were arguments you and i both werenโ€™t aware of, and we ended up being the last straw for each other,โ€ you chuckle wryly.
his voice wavers, โ€œiโ€™m meant to be the one person who is always there for you, but i made it feel like you were pitted against the eight of us instead and iโ€™m so sorry for doing that. it should never have been me against you, nor us boys against you. it should have been all nine of us against the problem.โ€
you canโ€™t help but take the opportunity to tease lightly, โ€œare you calling my ex the problem?โ€
โ€œexactly that,โ€ he deadpans. โ€œwe all did.โ€
you nod, โ€œthank you for trying to let me know, even when i didnโ€™t listen.โ€
โ€œno, iโ€™m sorry we didnโ€™t explain ourselves more clearlyโ€“or earlier.โ€
โ€œbut you have now, and i understand,โ€ you reassure.
he nods gratefully before hesitating, โ€œthereโ€™s something else behind all this that i canโ€™t tell you yet, not without the others here. but when things areโ€ฆokay with hongjoong again, thatโ€™s when weโ€™ll tell you.โ€
something about his promise tells you that it has to do with the other part of the conversation everyone has been skirting around so farโ€“ your confession. faint memories of the interactions observed between the boys last summer and the brief exchange you overheard between yunho and mingi flicker across your mind.
perhaps you should steel yourself for rejection. you donโ€™t dwell on it, though. this may have been the first time your friendship with san had been so close to shattering, but you know that it will take more than the entire universe to completely break you apart; you still trust himโ€“ because before it was the nine of you, it was you and san against the world.
โ€œthen are we okay now?โ€ you ask, needing the confirmation.
โ€œyeah,โ€ he smiles breathlessly, โ€œmore than okay.โ€
the caverns of sanโ€™s dimplesโ€“ the ones you love so muchโ€“ shyly peek out to greet you in the faint glow of the moonlight coming in from the window. he reaches out silently and you understand immediately. you intertwine your fingers together.
san wants to ask you to go to bed with him. not to do anything sexual, but to simply hold you against his chest; trace the curve of your nose; wake up to your sleepy smile in the morning. but he canโ€™t, not yet. not until youโ€™ve worked things out with hongjoong, and not until youโ€™ve had a talk togetherโ€“ all nine of you.
he settles for tugging you in the direction of haneulโ€™s bedroom, hand never letting go of yours as he softly ushers, โ€œlet me tuck you back into bed.โ€
and so fifteen years after your first day of summer in namhae, you find that summer still takes the form of a sweet, dimpled boy who loves the sea and holding hands.
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your instinctive reaction is to shut the door in hongjoongโ€™s face.
when seonghwa had texted you asking you to open your front door, you had been expecting said man for obvious reasons. so when you pull the door open and see kim fucking hongjoong at your doorstep in fucking namhae instead, of course you slam the door shut. because why the fuck is he here?
โ€œoh shit,โ€ you curse, when it registers in your brain.
hongjoong is here and youโ€™ve just shut the door in his face. if you had even an ounce of collectedness in you, you would realise that the boysโ€™ initial and very much candid reaction of shock to seeing you randomly show up at their dorm in seoul is suddenly very relatable. you yank the door open again.
โ€œsure, why donโ€™t you just go ahead and punch me in the fucking face too,โ€ hongjoong scowls.
immediately, you furrow your eyebrows, โ€œwell, if youโ€™re offeringโ€ฆโ€
โ€œoh, fuck off,โ€ he raises his middle finger at you.
you raise both middle fingers in retaliation, โ€œyeah, back into my house that youโ€™re standing in front of.โ€
โ€œfor godโ€™s sakeโ€“kim hongjoong!โ€ seonghwa hisses in exasperation, head poking out of sanโ€™s door as he eavesdrops to make sure this exact thing doesnโ€™t happen. โ€œyouโ€™re here to apologise!โ€
hongjoong appears rightfully berated, then he looks at anything but you as he huffs, โ€œcan i come in?โ€
โ€œdepends,โ€ you cross your arms defiantly. โ€œare you going to try and kick me out?โ€
despite the prickliness of the conversation, it almost feels right in a sense. as if thereโ€™s no real heat behind your words and you two are back to the easy banter you used to haveโ€“ before your near-kiss with him. this time, though, seonghwa hisses your name in frustration.
โ€œgeez! okay!โ€ you fluster as you step back and open the door wider, letting hongjoong in and away from the prying ears of the older.
you sit tentatively on your couch and he mirrors you, scratching the back of his neck as he perches himself on the edge. itโ€™s awkward and tense when it becomes apparent to the both of you that youโ€™re alone. โ€œi didnโ€™t think you would come,โ€ you break the silence.
he hums softly, โ€œme neither.โ€
you donโ€™t know how to respond so you donโ€™t, allowing the quiet to settle over your living room once more. eventually, hongjong opens his mouth quietly, โ€œi wasโ€“am ashamed of myself.โ€
youโ€™ve been there beforeโ€“ on the other side of the conversation as the one doing the apologising. you know how difficult it is to be honest about your own emotions, particularly the negative ones, so you wait patiently for him to find the right words.
โ€œiโ€™ve been ashamed ever since the night i tried to kiss you. i was a coward and i did nothing to change it. i only ended up hurting you and iโ€™ve regretted it every single day. i think about why i didnโ€™t talk to you afterwards, why i said those things about you and your exโ€ฆwhy i didnโ€™t just kiss you.โ€
you canโ€™t help but inhale sharply at his confession, because that can only mean one thing.
hongjoong gathers the courage to look at you as he admits, โ€œi did like you. i still do. but i was an idiot and thought that i was doing the best thing for everybody. i shouldnโ€™t have made that choice for you nor tried to have a say in your love life. i was jealous and i know now how toxic i was being, which is why i was so stubborn about not coming to namhae because i didnโ€™t think my apology would be good enough. so iโ€™m sorry for all the things i said and did, but iโ€™m also sorry that it took me this long to talk to you.โ€
he looks so uncharacteristically unsure of himself as he timidly asks, โ€œwill you forgive me?โ€
thereโ€™s not a moment of hesitation before youโ€™re closing the gap between the two of you on the couch so that you can wrap your arms around him. and in a rare display of vulnerability, he tucks his face into the crook of your neck. you comfort, โ€œi forgive you. there are a lot of things iโ€™m ashamed of doing too. but we all make mistakes and thatโ€™s what helps us to grow.โ€
โ€œyou still like me?โ€ he mumbles into your neck.
you laugh at the ticklish feeling, โ€œvery much so, hongjoong.โ€ because in forgiveness there is love, and you have years of owed love to show the boys.
only when your sides become cramped and your necks become stiff do you finally pull away from each other. as you make eye contact with him though, youโ€™re suddenly reminded of his confession. you know that you will need to have another talk with hongjoong about it, and you still donโ€™t know where the other boys stand in terms of pursuing something romantic with you, but that will be for later. right now, you are content and at peaceโ€“ the nine of you against the world once more.
โ€œletโ€™s go find the rest of the boys?โ€ you ask.
he grins, holding a hand out to pull you up with him as he answers, โ€œletโ€™s go.โ€
just as hongjoong puts on his shoes by the doorway, he distractedly questions, โ€œwhy are these here?โ€
you frown and follow his line of sight, settling on the top of the cabinet in your hallway where a pair of gloves sitโ€“ the ones you had discovered in your coat on your way back to namhae. โ€œyou know who they belong to?โ€
โ€œyeah,โ€ he nods, absentmindedly touching them before walking out the door. โ€œi bought them last year, but they were too big so i gave them to san.โ€
it was san who hid them in your coat.
you numbly follow his steps outside where the boys have gathered in waiting and are sitting side by side on the embankment, facing the ocean. they are simply living in the moment, basking in the golden rays of sunlight and the warm touch of the person by their sideโ€“ an arm around a waist; a head on a shoulder. you almost donโ€™t want to disturb them, but you know the seven of them are not complete. not without hongjoong, and not without you.
and as your gaze meets san who smiles at the both of you, his chest swelling with relief, pride and love, you realise that san had bared his heart out to you long before you even knew.
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once you fall back into routine with them, it starts to become obvious. the way the boys naturally gravitate towards one another with doting gazes and lingering touches; the casual use of a pet name or flirtatious joke; the shifts in dynamic you had noticed before that seem to extend beyond friendship. it starts to make sense when you realise that thatโ€™s exactly the reasonโ€“ no longer are their relationships purely based on platonic love, but romantic love.
itโ€™s why yunho knocks his forehead against mingiโ€™s just to see him smile, and why san pretends to grumble when wooyoung kisses his cheeks, only to give the younger a proper kiss mere seconds later. itโ€™s why jongho never lets yeosang carry his own surfboard even if heโ€™s just as strong, and itโ€™s why seonghwa and hongjoong like to disappear into the shower together.
but the longer you mull over these interactions for, the more you realise that they donโ€™t seem to be simply โ€˜paired offโ€™. you notice how jongho refuses to be cuddled but will nestle against seonghwa when heโ€™s tired, and how yunho and yeosang seek out each otherโ€™s company before bedtime. you notice how wooyoung squeezes hongjoongโ€™s ass underwater to make him yelp, and how san and mingi are content to just sit together on their surfboards on the sand.
rather than a question of who is with who, it becomes a question of who isnโ€™t with who, and this time, you also find yourself mixed into the equation. but it confuses you whenever they treat you the same and you find yourself holding back despite your feelings, because itโ€™s much harder to tell what kind of love theyโ€™re giving you when you yourself yearn for the intimate type.
san notices the change in your demeanour, as small as it may be, and decides itโ€™s time for the talk. so here the nine of you sit on the beach that stretches in front of your houses. the sand is still warm from the sun even as it starts to dip towards the horizon of the sea. yeosangโ€™s jacket lays over your bare legs and a slight breeze tugs delicately at your clothes.
โ€œokay, so whoโ€™s telling her?โ€ yunho elbows wooyoung as soon as the words leave the latterโ€™s lips.
โ€œwhat? how else are we meant to start the conversation?โ€ wooyoung complains before mocking, โ€œthe reason i have gathered you all here todayโ€“โ€
rolling your eyes, you cut to the chase, โ€œare you all dating each other?โ€
wooyoung chokes on his own words and everybody else looks at you with wide eyes.
โ€œhowโ€™d you know?โ€ yeosang startles.
seonghwa agrees, โ€œi didnโ€™t think we were that obvious,โ€ but when you simply raise an eyebrow in response, heโ€™s quick to amend, โ€œokay, maybe we were.โ€
san eyes the others to see if anyone wants to step in and lead the conversation, but when nobody does, he speaks up to explain, โ€œweโ€™ve been dating each other for just over a year nowโ€“so before last summer. it took a bit of time to work everything out, establish boundaries and communicate what we wanted from one another, but weโ€™re happy like this.โ€
โ€œonce our relationship had settled down a little, thatโ€™s when i came out to my parents,โ€ mingi adds, โ€œwhich didnโ€™t go down well. we wanted to tell you last summer too, butโ€ฆother things happened and it all fell through before we could talk about it.โ€
yeosang meekly scratches the back of his neck as he says, โ€œitโ€™s long overdue, but weโ€™re telling you now.โ€
the chuckle that comes out of you is light and carefree. โ€œiโ€™m happy for you guys,โ€ you affirm sincerely. โ€œi donโ€™t think thereโ€™s anybody else who is more perfect for you guys than each other.โ€
you truly do. youโ€™re thankful that they have one another and you finally understand how hard it mustโ€™ve been for san during your argument to pick a side. his boys were and are his priority and you cannot fault him for putting them first. but then youโ€™re reminded of hongjoong and his confession. are the others aware of his feelings?
said man has the audacity to frown at you in confusion. โ€œwhy does it sound like youโ€™re just wishing us well?โ€
โ€œam i not allowed to do that as your friend?โ€ you mirror his expression.
โ€œgod,โ€ hongjoong exhales. โ€œdo you think weโ€™re telling you this just to reject you?โ€
โ€œof all people to say thatโ€“rub it in my face, why donโ€™t you,โ€ you grumble.
he starts to grasp the situation as he looks at the rest of the boys, โ€œwait, did nobody fucking confess to her apart from me?โ€
the explosion of responses to his question is immediate.
โ€œyou confessedโ€“โ€ โ€œโ€“i thought we agreed to confess togetherโ€“โ€ โ€œโ€“trust you to cut in line! thatโ€™s not fair!โ€
your eyes dart wildly from side to side, unsure of who to focus on as they all start to passionately talk over one another. at one point, someone tries to chuck a handful of sand in hongjoongโ€™s direction, but it scatters innocuously before it can even get close.
โ€œhold the fuck up,โ€ you yell over the commotion. โ€œconfess what?โ€
โ€œhow did you figure out that weโ€™re in a polyamorous relationship but not that the feelings extend to you as well?โ€ yeosang judges you.
โ€œi didnโ€™t want to project my own feelings and misconstrue anything. plus, none of you have actually mentioned liking or dating girls before, so i justโ€ฆโ€
โ€œassumed we didnโ€™t have feelings for you,โ€ seonghwa concludes as you laugh awkwardly.
wooyoung deadpans, โ€œwe may have wanted to punch your ex in the face for his shitty-ass personality because we were your friends, but we were also jealous as fuck.โ€
โ€œall of you?โ€ you ask in disbelief.
โ€œall of us. some of us were just better at hiding it,โ€ mingi looks pointedly at the boy sitting on his left.
โ€œyouโ€™re one to talk about hiding your feelings,โ€ hongjoong counters before turning to you to expose, โ€œmingi wouldnโ€™t shut up about you after he met you.โ€
mingi immediately shoves him backwards into the sand.
โ€œlook,โ€ jongho cuts in, โ€œwhat weโ€™re trying to say is that weโ€™ve all liked you for a while now, and if you still feel the same way about us, then weโ€™d like to take our relationship with you to the next step.โ€
how many times have you wanted this momentโ€“ for all of them to return your confession. but now that itโ€™s actually becoming a reality, itโ€™s honestly a little daunting. โ€œyouโ€™re all serious about this?โ€
a lot will change over the next year. most of you will join hongjoong and seonghwa as postgraduates and start full-time work. san will move back to namhae, but whether the others will follow or stay in seoul is unknown. there are a lot of uncertainties regarding the future and the relationship will only work if everyone is serious about making it work.
yunho answers on everyoneโ€™s behalf, โ€œweโ€™re very serious.โ€
you take a moment to look at all of them one by one, only to find the same promise within their gazesโ€“ that even if things become difficult, they want to face it with you by their side.
it feels right when san is the one to officially ask the question, โ€œy/n, will you be our girlfriend?โ€
like san once said, itโ€™s hard to find friends you love, but itโ€™s even harder to find a friend you fall in love with, and youโ€™ve been blessed with not only one, but eight of these people. between friendship and love, you already know from experience what you will decideโ€“ so you make your choice.
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โ€œi forgot, are hongjoong and wooyoung coming down this weekend?โ€ san pokes his head in through the doorway.
you eye him from the mirror, face void of expression to reply, โ€œdonโ€™t count on it.โ€
sanโ€™s pout is immediate and you laugh, shuffling over to console your boyfriend from where you had been getting ready in your shared bathroom. he grumbles, โ€œyouโ€™re never going to let me hear the end of that, are you?โ€ but he canโ€™t hide the way his lips pull upwards the moment you press a chaste kiss against his cheek in apology.
โ€œhongjoong said that there were a couple of delays with filming, so he and wooyoung canโ€™t step away just yet. but theyโ€™ll come back next saturday if they can wrap things up by then.โ€
as you talk, san takes the halter straps out of your grasp so that he can help secure your top around your neck. โ€œitโ€™s so hard to align everyoneโ€™s schedules together. i miss the long holiday breaks we got in college,โ€ you absently complain, body relaxing under the ministrations of sanโ€™s hands as he gently squeezes the nape of your neck.
โ€œme too, love,โ€ another voice joins the conversation. seonghwa walks up to tenderly ruffle sanโ€™s hair and nuzzles your temple with his nose. โ€œbut we have to work hard to pay off this house and to spoil you with whatever you want.โ€
seonghwa has grown out his hair and has kept it long since, and you love running your fingers through his silken waves before he goes to work every morning. he always looks so soft and cosy with his round glasses and fluffy sweaters that you know his school kids adore just as much as you do. but right now, his face bare of makeup and hair pulled back into a messy updo, wearing nothing but a pair of board shorts to show off his upper build, he looks the complete opposite of what youโ€™re used to seeing and you feel your stomach doing flips in response.
you lean into both of their touches as you giggle, โ€œwe could have bought a smaller house. nobody sleeps in their own bedroom anyway.โ€
โ€œwell can you really blame us for being madly in love,โ€ seonghwa grins, stealing a kiss from you that only serves to elicit more giggling.
โ€œthatโ€™s true. your beds are always warmer than mine,โ€ you agree.
โ€œexactly. now come on, are you ready to go?โ€
the three of you walk downstairs to the living room, where the rest of the boys are waiting around in various mismatches of shirts, tank tops or only shorts. after two weeks of attempting to keep everybodyโ€™s clothes separate once youโ€™d all moved in together, they had simply given up and made their wardrobes communal.
as you drop a spare bottle of sunscreen into your tote bag, a pair of arms snake themselves around your waist. you turn around, sweet smile ready to greet whoever it is. your jaw drops, โ€œwooyoung?โ€
his eyes sparkle with mischief, even more so when your eyes grow even wider at the sight of hongjoong perched on the edge of the couch in the background and you exclaim, โ€œhongjoong? i thought you two werenโ€™t coming until next week?โ€
wooyoung takes the opportunity of your dazed compliance to pull you into a bone-crushing hug. โ€œwe caught up with the schedule,โ€ he exclaims happily. โ€œyou shouldโ€™ve seen hongjoong though. director kim made sure to work us hard.โ€
you playfully wriggle yourself out of the vice-like hug youโ€™re in to bound over to the older, who automatically opens his arms to welcome you. you slot easily between his legs and his hands rub the sides of your back fondly as he looks up to ask, โ€œdid you miss me?โ€
forgoing an answer, you lean down to kiss him. wooyoung immediately complains, โ€œwhy didnโ€™t i get a kiss?โ€ so san pulls him in for one to appease him. youโ€™d never be able to leave the house otherwise, because then everyone would start demanding your kisses. and considering that it has been a few long months since you last had quality time with all eight of them at the same time, there would be too many wanted kisses to count.
one thing you had all agreed on prior to buying a house in namhae was to ensure it had a beach front, just like your and sanโ€™s old home. so it doesnโ€™t take long to carry your surfboardsโ€“ save for you; the boys like it when you use theirsโ€“ and towels down to the shore.
you close your eyes, inhaling the familiar scent of salt and subtle feeling of ocean spray on your skin. itโ€™s a bittersweet emotion, knowing that itโ€™s already the last day of summer, but only today have the nine of you been able to align your schedules this year. it makes you appreciate these fleeting moments of rest though, and you learn to find rest in each other too.
some of the boys start slipping off their tops, dropping them onto the sand to keep them dry as they surf. youโ€™ve found that the greatest perk of dating them is that youโ€™re allowed to openly and unashamedly ogle at them. the rigid shadows of their muscles reveal the discipline and hard work they put into maintaining their bodies despite their busy jobs.
san had also been monitoring his protein intake leading up to his recent dance showcase, so itโ€™s very hard to look at the expanse of his broad chest and prominent dip of abs down his hips without feeling a rush of heat in your lower stomach. if the boys know that you offer to help them reapply sunscreen just to get a little handsy with them, then nobody says anything. (they offer to help you reapply your sunscreen as well.)
youโ€™re content to just lie down on your towel and watch the boys, yeosang in his usual place by your side as he presses lazy kisses to your shoulder and traces the names of his lovers onto the skin of your stomach. mingi starts dragging his surfboard into the water, but when wooyoung attempts to push him in insteadโ€“ and fails miserablyโ€“ all thoughts of surfing are quickly forgotten. it becomes an absolute shitshow when hongjoong gets mistaken for the culprit and mingi picks him up.ย 
โ€œit wasnโ€™t me!โ€ the older shrieks, but mingi has no ears for reasoning and prepares to drop him into the water. unwilling to go down by himself, hongjoong grips mingiโ€™s neck at the last second and successfully drags him underwater with his weight. as wooyoung runs away absolutely delighted by the outcome, his trajectory unfortunately runs into jongho, who cuts off his cackles with a giggle, a simple shove sideways and a resultant splash.
not even bystanders can catch a break, and seonghwa screams for mercy as san and yunho suddenly grab his arms and legs. they sway him from side to side before letting him go with the momentum of the last swing to fling him into the ocean. everyone erupts into a united clamour of glee at the dunking of the eldest and you find yourself shaking your head at their unchanging antics.
you donโ€™t think you can ever get tired of watching their radiant smiles of happiness and shared touches of sun-kissed skin, nor can you ever get tired of hearing their tinkling chimes of laughter and rowdy shouts of mischief. you may all grow older and there may not be as much time or luxury to simply bask in the joys of summer any longer; these golden hours that you are living in right now may forever remain as your sole memories when you reflect back on the essence of your youth.
on this dayโ€“ the last day of summer in namhaeโ€“ you find that summer takes the form of shared ice cream with sticky kisses, long showers with warm touches, and hushed pillow talk with synchronous heartbeats. but it doesnโ€™t matter to you, not anymore.
the seasons will change and the years will pass, but so long as you are with your boys, every day will be summer.
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Kinktober Day 7 - Yandere!Fae King!Seonghwa + Queen & Praise
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@stopaskinf Said: Yandere royal fae seonghwa with Queen and praise ๐Ÿซถ A/n: I kinda went wild with this one.... whoops lmfaoooooo but in my defence, Hwa is one of my muses and this could have been even longer still... It did become longer lmaooo, I added more even after I originally finished this prompt cause I couldn't stop thinking about it. It's intense, but in a good way. All I'm gonna say is: Yan!Fae King!Hwa is a BEAST ๐Ÿคญ Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Yandere, Possession, Monster Features, Minor Angst to start, Squirting, Oral (fem. rec)... There's a lot :) Word Count: 7,004 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist
โ€œMy Queen,โ€ A pleased hum escapes honeyed lips. โ€œIโ€™m so glad that you could join me.โ€
His eyes are sharp as they watch your every movement at the edge of the sacred pool. The crystalline water is as still as stone, even as a gentle breeze drifts through the surrounding forest. Behind him, a soft waterfall feeds into the spring, flowing from the surrounding cliff face.
Seonghwaโ€™s long, wet hair is pushed away from his face, silver droplets of water beading against his skin. Dark eyes glint with affection as he meets your gaze, gently treading the water and awaiting for you to submerge yourself inside of the sacred pool with him. A ritual which he has waited far too long to complete with you at his side.
Cautiously, you dip a toe into the water.ย 
While Seonghwa has already stripped himself of any offending materials that would hide him from you, the only thing bare about you seems to be your feet. However, the moment your skin breaches the surface, you seem to grimace, retracting your foot and taking a small step backwards.
Seonghwa frowns, his head tilting slightly in concern.
โ€œWhy do you hesitate, My Beauty?โ€ The slow trickle of water sliding off of his skin cascades into the pool below as he stands to his full height. The smooths planes of his chest are on full display, the depth of the pool just covering him below the waist as he slowly begins to make his way towards you. โ€œDo you not wish to join me?โ€
โ€œI do!โ€ Your words come out a little rushed, eyes going wide. โ€œI just-โ€œ
The way your voice seems to catch in your throat, whole body deflating as you sigh has his frown deepening.
โ€œIs something the matter?โ€ By now, heโ€™s reached the edge of the pool. Tilting his head up, his dark eyes meet your own once again. Nothing but concern resides within. The way you seem to shrink further in on yourself the closer he gets only serves to make his heart ache.
Something is wrong, and he will do everything in his power to find out what.
Standing on that little ledge, you avoid his gaze. Your hands wring themselves together in front of your body, shuffling from foot to foot. Blinking, you exhale a soft sigh through your nose.
โ€œSeonghwa,โ€ Briefly, your eyes dart to his own before averting them to the side once more. โ€œWhy are we doing this?โ€
Your question catches him completely off guard. โ€œWhat do you mean, My Love?โ€
You hesitate, pursing your lips.
โ€œI mean,โ€ You let out another soft sigh, turning your head to the side. โ€œWhy me?โ€
Seonghwa blinks. โ€œWhy not you, My Love?โ€
Again, you seem to fidget in your spot, refusing to meet his gaze. The way you remain silent sparks a memory inside of his mind. Heโ€™s only ever seen you act like this twice before, and each time resulted in him gladly lathering his hands in the blood of those vile creatures that sought to deceive you.
โ€œWho told you more lies about yourself?โ€ Seonghwa sees red, lips curling over fangs in a snarl.
Your eyes go wide, finally turning to meet his sharp gaze. โ€œNo one told me-โ€œ
โ€œWho?โ€ His voice booms out across the forest, a flock of birds taking off in the distance.
You flinch back, breath catching in your throat.
Immediately, his expression softens, features losing the intense shadows that have fallen across his face.
โ€œI deeply apologize, My Love.โ€ He reaches out gently for you, taking your hand into his own. โ€œI did not mean to frighten you.โ€
You shake your head, your lower lip beginning to wobble as tears line your vision.
Painfully, Seonghwaโ€™s heart squeezes in his chest. The very last thing he ever wants to do is make you fear him. He is meant to protect you. To hold your heart in his hands just as you hold his in your own. There is nothing that he wouldnโ€™t do for you, and the last thing he ever wants is to make you upset.
โ€œMy Love, please do not cry.โ€ With ease, he pushes himself out of the pool and onto the ledge youโ€™re standing on. Water drips onto the earth as his arms surround you, your legs soon giving out as you both sink to the ground. โ€œI would never forgive myself if I ever hurt you. The mere thought of anyone feeding you filth about yourself makes me want to tear apart their very souls.โ€
โ€œI know, Seonghwa,โ€ you hiccup lightly, wiping at your eyes. โ€œI just-โ€œ
Your breath catches once more, and he brings a hand up to cup the side of your face. Gently, he guides your gaze to his, wiping at your tears as he waits for you to collect your thoughts.
โ€œI still donโ€™t understand why you could ever want me.โ€ Your words are but a mere whisper on your lips, but itโ€™s as if they are a loud siren ringing inside of his head. โ€œIโ€™m not like you. Iโ€™m not menacing, or powerful. Hell, Iโ€™m not even that pretty. Iโ€™m only human, and yet you want me? I donโ€™t know why youโ€™ve always been so adamant about me. Iโ€™m not anything special.โ€
The way you avert your gaze as you speak those final words has his heart aching inside of his chest.
Gently, he pulls you in closer, thumb brushing tenderly over your cheek.
โ€œMy Love, will you please look at me?โ€ Seonghwa keeps his tone soft, eyes flitting over every inch of your features as he studies you before him.
Cautiously, you flick your gaze over to his own.
โ€œWould I ever lie to you?โ€
You blink, brow furrowing lightly as you sniffle. โ€œYou canโ€™t lie.โ€
โ€œMy point exactly. I cannot lie. Nor would I ever want to when it comes to you.โ€ He replies earnestly, staring deeply into your eyes. โ€œEvery moment you have spent with me, I feel as if I have been reborn anew. I could get lost in the way your mind stimulates my own. You arenโ€™t afraid to tell me off when Iโ€™m being a โ€˜nincompoopโ€™,โ€ you chuckle at that, โ€œand I could never get mad at you for that. You are the one person I could listen to without question. The one person who has touched my very soul. No one else can say that. You are my choice, and I would never choose otherwise. To me, you are perfect. Flaws you believe you have are simply what makes you, you.โ€
Your expression softens, a fresh onset of tears lining your eyes.
โ€œI will never let anyone fill your mind with such poisonous thoughts. There is nothing I am not willing to do for you. If anyone so much as questions you, or doubts my choice, then I will not hesitate to dispose of them in the most brutal ways I know how.โ€ Both of his hands are now cupping the sides of your face, forehead coming to rest upon your own. โ€œSo what if you are a human? You are still braver, stronger, more intelligent, and unbelievably more incredible than half of the fae that live under us. Not to mention how youโ€™re the most stunningly beautiful woman I know.โ€
โ€œThere is no one else in this world that I would rather have as my queen other than you.โ€ He tilts his head forward slightly, brushing his nose against your own. โ€œWhether still human or soon to be fae, you will always and forever be My Queen. My one and only queen. The only one I will ever want. The only one I will ever need. I love you. I love you, and nothing - no one - will ever change that.โ€
Your breath catches in your throat, swallowing thickly as his words wash over you. The sincerity alone that you can see shining within his dark gaze says it all, and you cannot help the way your heart positively flutters.
โ€œSeonghwa,โ€ The call of his name is but a tender whisper upon your lips. โ€œI love you, too.โ€
The curl of his lips upwards is nothing but loving as he brushes his thumbs over your cheeks. A moment later, and he closes the distance between the two of you, kissing you softly. The way your hand comes up to cup his own cheek has him humming against you, pulling you in closer.
โ€œNow,โ€ He mumbles out, flicking his tongue teasingly over your bottom lip. โ€œWill you join me, My Queen?โ€
You pull away, wiping the tears that linger from your face. A soft smile rests on your lips as you trace your hand down his neck and lightly over his chest. โ€œWith pleasure, My King.โ€
The way he shivers beneath your touch says it all.
Leaning in to place one final kiss to your cheek, Seonghwa slides back into the sacred pool. His eyes never leave your figure as you stand back to your feet, gaze hooding over as he sees you reach for the hem of your shirt.
He licks his lips, cock twitching in anticipation.
Long since has he desired you. Long since has he wished for this day, and now that it is finally here, he plans on taking his time with you. No longer shall you doubt his affections for you. No longer will you question your beauty. Once heโ€™s done with you, you will be his, and he will finally be yours.
โ€œMy Beauty,โ€ he hums, noticing the way you seem to still hesitate to remove your clothing. โ€œNever be afraid to reveal yourself to me. There is not a part you that is unloved by me.โ€
Subtly, your hands tighten over your shirt. A movement his eager eyes catch in the sunlight that filters through the surrounding trees. Seonghwa cannot help the way his breathing deepens, hands lightly skimming the water surrounding him in attempts to release some of the tension from his body. Itโ€™s taking everything within himself right now not to jump you, to tear your clothes from your flesh and ravage you like heโ€™s long since desired.
His jaw clenches, cock twitching once more.
The slight hitch in his breath is audible even to you as you finally remove the material of your shirt. The way heโ€™s staring at you, eyes dark and predatory, his chest heaving with every breath through his parted lips, makes you shiver. You cannot help the way you swallow thickly, shifting to cover your arms over your body.
A low growl escapes him, those same shadows falling over his features as he tilts his head the slightest bit forward. โ€œDonโ€™t you dare hide yourself from me, My Queen. I want to see every delectable inch of you.โ€ย 
A deep rumble fills the air. A tone youโ€™ve never heard him use before with you. It makes you shiver, heart stuttering excitedly in your chest. You can feel your whole body heating as he continues to stare at you with such a ravenous hunger held within his gaze.
Slowly, you lower your arms.
โ€œThatโ€™s it,โ€ He purrs, sinking back beneath the water so that only his head is visible. โ€œDo you have any idea how perfect you are?โ€
You swallow the sudden dryness in your throat, tongue darting out to wet your lips. โ€œIf you say so, then it must be true.โ€
โ€œMy Queen,โ€ A devilish grin stretches across his features, eyes glinting as your fingers slip beneath the waistband of your pants. โ€œWould I ever lie to you?โ€
The soft upturn of your lips as you shake your head says it all.
Seonghwaโ€™s grin stretches wider across his face, tongue flicking over the bottom of his fangs. Carefully, he kneels on the bottom of the pool, cock throbbing beneath the water. With every inch of your bare skin that you expose, his hands twitch, body beginning to shake in need. The longer he goes without touching you, without feeling your body pressed against his own, the closer his sanity gets to snapping.
The moment your pants drop, the material pooling around your ankles, a curse in the old tongue escapes him. He tosses his head back, eyes fluttering closed briefly as he takes a deep breath in in an attempt to steady himself.
His hand settles over his cock.
โ€œMy Queen,โ€ The title is but a moan against his lips. โ€œDo you have any idea what you do to me?โ€
Slowly, he begins stroking himself, cock twitching in his grip. His eyes never leave your figure for one second, not wanting to miss a single movement of your body. Your bare skin beckons him, begging for him to touch, and cover you in his marks.
The small, bashful smile he can see playing at your lips has him squeezing his hand firmly around the base of his cock.
โ€œFuck- youโ€™re so beautiful,โ€ He pants, leaning back slightly in the water to admire you. โ€œJust the sight of you alone makes me want to come undone. You make me so unbelievably hard, My Love.โ€
A soft giggle fills the air, setting his heart racing. He cannot prevent the low groan from escaping his throat as he sees you step in closer to the edge of the pool. The way your one hand comes up to slip a finger teasingly beneath the band of your bra makes his head spin.
โ€œI cannot wait to have my hands all over you,โ€ He sighs, eyes nearly fluttering at the mere thought as he slowly strokes over his cock. โ€œI promise to show you a pleasure unimaginable, My Love.โ€
โ€œYou please me just by being you, you nincompoop.โ€ You grin, toeing the edge of the pool.
โ€œThere she is.โ€ A pleased laugh escapes him, his eyes crinkling at the sides. โ€œThereโ€™s the queen I know and love.โ€
Slowly, you lower yourself onto the ledge, dipping your feet into the water. Your hands rest beside you on the rocks to steady you, glancing up to see Seonghwa stalking towards you.
The moment you submerge even just a part of yourself into the sacred pool, itโ€™s as if the water becomes crystal clear. Your breath hitches as you catch sight of his hard cock practically throbbing between his legs, the tip an angry red.
โ€œThe feeling is very much mutual, My Queen,โ€ He purrs, sliding his hands teasingly up the back of your calves. Extending his claws, he lets them dance along your skin before his fingers are hooking beneath your knees. A blink, and he pulls you flush against him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he rests his forehead against your own. โ€œYour mere existence in my life is the most wondrous thing I have ever had the pleasure to experience.โ€
Your breath hitches in your throat, hands immediately finding purchase on his shoulders. His eyes seem to flash at your touch, shivering beneath your hold as you trail your fingers up his neck. Delicately, you cup his face, your breathing deepening as anticipation claws at your stomach.
A shiver caresses your spine as you feel him slide the claws of his one hand delicately up your side. Teasingly, he slips a finger beneath the band of your bra.
Seonghwa looks down briefly before darting his gaze back to your own. โ€œMay I?โ€
You nod, already feeling breathless just from such a simple touch. โ€œYou may.โ€
Without wasting a single moment, Seonghwa snaps the band of your bra. You barely even register how quickly he tears the offensive material off of your skin, the movements too quick for your eyes to follow.
A low, appreciative moan escapes him as his hands come up to cup your breasts.
โ€œFuck- you have such pretty tits, My Love.โ€ He squeezes your flesh appreciatively, and you can feel the way his cock twitches against your core. Humming contently, he pushes them together, burying his face in your breasts and inhaling deeply. โ€œYou smell incredible.โ€
A pleasant shiver caresses your spine, hand coming up to thread lightly through his hair. A small smile toys at your lips, pushing your chest further into him as he nuzzles against you.
โ€œAll for you, My King.โ€ You sigh, your eyelashes fluttering in bliss.
The low, rumbling growl that shakes his chest can be felt against your own. His dark eyes glance upwards to meet your own as his fangs flash.
โ€œMine.โ€ He snarls, sinking his teeth into the swell of your breast, directly over your heart.
A loud moan escapes you, arching immediately into his touch. Your fingers tighten in his hair, tugging gently at the stands as you feel him growling against your skin. Your legs tighten around his waist as you feel him pull his head back only to begin laving his tongue over the fresh bite in the next second.
โ€œMmmh,โ€ he hums, nuzzling your breast affectionately with his nose. โ€œI can never get enough of you.โ€
Gently, his tongue flicks over the wound, staunching the bleeding with his magic. Tenderly, he admires you, thumbs beginning to circle over your nipples as his eyes hood over. Again, he squeezes your breasts, lips parting at the feel of them in his hands.
Rolling your hips against his own, you decide that two can play at this game.
The groan he lets out is music to your ears.
Finally, you release the hold you have on his hair, dragging your nails down the front of his chest. The way you feel him shiver beneath your touch has your lips twitching upwards smugly. Only, that smirk is immediately wiped off of your features as you feel him steal your lips with his own.
The kiss is desperate, his tongue delving into your mouth and needing to feel your own. His hips roll into your own, creating a steady pace as his one hand slips behind your back.
He pulls you closer, claws pricking against your skin.
โ€œDo you have-โ€œ he parts from you only briefly, โ€œany idea-โ€œ his fangs nip your bottom lip, โ€œhow long Iโ€™ve waited for this moment?โ€
His lips are back on yours, kissing you like you are the very air he needs to breathe. Slowly, steadily, he begins leaning you back over the rocks you rest upon, hovering over you as he greedily swallows all of your sounds.
โ€œLong since-โ€œ he pants, beginning to kiss down along your jaw, โ€œhave I dreamt-โ€œ he nips at the skin of your neck, grinding himself against you once more, โ€œof claiming you as my own.โ€
A loud whine of his name escapes you as you keen beneath his touch.
โ€œThatโ€™s it, My Queen,โ€ He hums, tracing his hands lovingly over your sides as he begins to kiss down your body. โ€œTell everyone who you belong to. Tell the universe who your eternal servant is. Cry out my name as I finally make you mine.โ€
You arch into his touch, eyes squeezing shut as you moan. His lips ignite a fire beneath your skin, tracing a path over the swells of your breasts until he wraps his lips around one of your nipples. Gently, he begins to suck on that pert little bud, his fangs teasingly scraping against the sensitive skin.
His cock throbs as you writhe beneath his touch, chest rumbling in contentment. His dark gaze watches your every movement, eyes locked on your every expression as he releases your one nipple with a wet pop. No time is wasted before heโ€™s laving his tongue across your skin, eagerly moving to suck your other nipple into his mouth.
He hums, flicking his tongue over the pert bud.
Your hand returns to his hair, pulling him in closer against you as your hips shift against his own. You can feel your heart racing in your chest, and from the way you feel him smile against your skin, you can just tell that he can hear how it beats for him.
โ€œMy Seonghwa,โ€ Your voice is but a pleased, airy hum. โ€œMy King.โ€
A snarl unlike anything youโ€™ve ever heard before escapes him.
โ€œThatโ€™s right, My Queen,โ€ He places a final kiss to your nipple, grinning widely against your skin. โ€œI am yours. I will always and forever only be yours.โ€
You practically purr down at him, eyes hooded in pleasure. โ€œMine.โ€
Seonghwaโ€™s hips jerk against you, a shameless moan falling from his lips. His breathing deepens, low growls escaping him with every exhale as he continues to make his way down your body. His claws gently scrape against your skin, biting and sucking his marks into you as he slowly settles between your legs.
โ€œI belong to you, My Queen.โ€ The intensity of his dark gaze takes your breath away. โ€œI always have, and I always will.โ€
Tenderly, he places a kiss directly over your clothed clit, humming as his eyes flutter in bliss. His fingertips trace up your thighs, admiring every inch of skin presented to him, and loving how you feel pressed against him.ย 
Turning his head, he begins to nibble at your inner thigh. Kisses are placed meticulously over such sensitive skin, tongue coming out to flick over each new mark he gives you. His touch is gentle as he settles your thighs over his shoulders, nuzzling closer and closer to your core as he slips his hands beneath your ass.
His eyes fall shut, inhaling deeply. A shudder wracks his entire body, lips parting as he begins to pant once more.
โ€œYour scent is intoxicating, My Love.โ€ A gentle confession as he noses along your clothed slit. His tongue darts out to flick against your panties, and he moans, whole body shaking in need. Not even a moment later, his eyes are flashing open, a desperation youโ€™ve never seen before shining within. โ€œLet me devour you.โ€
With those words, he shreds through your panties, burying his face between your legs.
The most guttural groan escapes him as he drags his tongue through your folds, the taste of you making his head spin. His grip tightens on your ass, claws pricking into your skin as he pulls you in closer to him. Lips press against your clit, kissing it gently before suckling eagerly at your precious little bud.
His hot breaths can be felt against your cunt as he rubs himself into you, his eyes fluttering with every drop of you he can taste on his tongue. For far too long heโ€™s waited for this moment, and now that itโ€™s here, he plans on savouring it. Not one part of you will go untouched - unloved - by him tonight, and as the sun arcs high across the sky, he knows that he has all the time in the world.
After all, heโ€™s only just begun.
Slipping his hand from your ass, he guides his fingers up to part your folds. Eagerly, he thrusts his tongue into you as he opens you completely to him, his nose pressing firmly against your clit. He moans into you, swirling his tongue before heโ€™s curling the muscle, flicking the tip against you as he presses in as deep as he can.
His eyes roll to the back of his head at the feeling of your thighs beginning to tremble around his head. His nose slides over your clit as he drinks from you, desperately suckling every drop that pours from you and begins to drip down his chin.
Whimpers and whines of his name fall shamelessly from your lips, hand returning to tangle your fingers in his hair. The way you pull him in closer only causes him to let out a pleased snarl against your cunt. The feeling makes your whole body tremble, moans beginning to rise in pitch as he brings his lips back up to suckle on your clit.
Shaking his head back and forth a few times, Seonghwa begins to flick the tip of his tongue over your clit. The hand he has gripping your ass squeezes your flesh appreciatively once more, tugging you even closer to the edge of the pool. Carefully, he slides his touch along the underside of your thigh, slowly lifting his fingers from you to sneak them beneath the water.
A moan reverberates against you as he wraps his hand around his cock, stroking himself in time with his movements over your cunt. His chest heaves as he squeezes the base of his cock. He's already so close to tipping over the edge from your blissful cries, to the way your thighs threaten to close around his head at any moment. The way you feel dripping down his chin, your sweet nectar bathing his tongue as your scent begins to cover him has his cock twitching, his own body beginning to shake.
You can feel a tight pressure building within your abdomen, your walls beginning to rhythmically clench around nothing as your thighs tense. Your hips begin shifting over his lips, grinding against his face in time with his movements over you.
โ€œFuck- My King! Right there-โ€œ A broken cry escapes you, eyes squeezing shut as he continues to desperately suck your clit between his lips. โ€œYouโ€™re gonna make me-โ€œ
A loud whine escapes you, moans falling in succession as you tumble right over the edge. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, whole body shaking as your back arches from the intensity of your orgasm. Desperately, your hands cling to his hair, fingers buried in his locks as you hold him to you.
A feral snarl greets your ears.
Without wasting a second, Seonghwa slips his tongue back down to your entrance. Only, this time, as he pushes the soft muscle into you, it doesnโ€™t stop.
A scream of his name tears from your throat as you feel his tongue growing inside of you. The muscle thickens, the tip eagerly stroking along your sensitive walls as you come, your whole body shaking uncontrollably.
A stuttering moan escapes him, his eyes rolling as he buries his tongue within you. Finally, he no longer has to hold himself back, each exhale but a low growl as he feels your walls spasming around him. With every pulse of your warmth, every flutter of your cunt over him, his tongue grows, pushing deeper within you and filling you to the brim.
He jerks in his hand, deep, guttural moans reverberating against your cunt as he comes with you. The feeling of you surrounding him, of you crying out for him and him alone sends him right over the edge. His whole body shakes, heart close to bursting from how much love and desire floods his veins for you in this very moment.
Only now, he can never get enough.
โ€œOhโ€ฆ my fucking god!โ€ You can barely prevent your eyes from rolling, that familiar pressure within your abdomen feeling as if it hasnโ€™t receded in the slightest.
Whimpers and moans continue to fall from your lips, harmonizing along with his pleased growls as he massages the tip of his tongue against your inner walls. He seems to be drawing a pattern against your innermost sensitive spot, your breath stuttering with every press against you. You can feel yourself dangerously close to the edge once more, chest heaving as you attempt to catch your breath.
The moment he presses his thumb over your clit, circling that swollen little nub as his tongue continues to work inside of you, you scream. Your orgasm crashes into you, vision going white as you squirt all over his face. Your grip is like a vice, clinging to him as a lifeline as your whole body shakes in ecstasy.
The snarl that tears from his throat is nothing short of feral as he feels you flood his tongue. His whole body trembles alongside your own, the intensity and meaning of this moment washing over him as he finishes spelling his name in the old tongue deep within your cunt. He can feel his cock throbbing between his legs once more as he guides you through your high, each whimper and whine you give him causing an insurmountable sense of pride to swell within his chest.
Gently, he continues to circle your clit with his thumb as he begins to slowly retract his tongue. The way your breath stutters, high pitched moans still escaping you with every minuscule movement over your cunt causes the corners of his lips to twitch upwards. His hands are soon back on your thighs, lightly stroking his fingers over your skin to help ground you as you come back down to this moment here in time with him.
Finally, his tongue slides out of you.
โ€œYou donโ€™t know-โ€œ he breathes out, voice ragged as his chest heaves, โ€œhow fucking sexy that was.โ€ His dark eyes flick to your own, laving his tongue teasingly over your cunt. โ€œI want to make you do that again.โ€ He flicks the tip of his tongue over your clit, loving how your whole body twitches in response. โ€œI will make you do that again.โ€
โ€œSeonghwaโ€ฆโ€ his name is but a breathless whine upon your lips.
โ€œYouโ€™re so beautiful, My Queen, especially when you come for me.โ€ He hums, continuing to clean you with his tongue. Not a single drop is meant to go to waste, and he makes sure of that. โ€œYou did so well for me.โ€
A pleased sigh falls from his lips as his eyes flutter shut, savouring this moment with you. He tilts his head to the side, gently resting against your thigh for the moment as his hands continue to rub tenderly against your skin.
Turning slightly, he places a soft kiss to your inner thigh. โ€œAre you ready to become one with me, My Queen?โ€
The way he looks up at you through his lashes says it all. Nothing but tender love and devotion is held within his gaze, amongst something much darker. Something primal that sets your heart racing, yet still makes you feel safe and secure held within his arms.
A tender smile pulls at loving lips.
โ€œI would love nothing more, My King.โ€
Seonghwa wastes no time in wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his embrace. Gently, he submerges the both of you beneath the sacred pool, nothing but your heads kept above the water. His grip is firm, one hand squeezing your ass while the other supports your back. The feeling of you wrapping your legs around his waist has his cock twitching against your core, a low, pleased growl escaping him.
Slowly, he turns toward the waterfall.
โ€œI love you,โ€ His hand comes up to tenderly cup your cheek, brushing his thumb over your skin.
You smile, mirroring his actions. โ€œI love you.โ€
Leaning forward, Seonghwa presses his lips to yours. His movements are slow, wanting to savour this moment, as well as the feeling of you in his arms. The way your bare skin feels pressing right up against his own is making his head spin, anticipation clawing at his stomach.
Pulling away, he rests his forehead against your own.
A soft gasp escapes him as he feels you reach down between your bodies, grasping his cock in your hand. His eyes flutter as you begin stroking him slowly, squeezing your hand over the head of his cock a few times before circling over it with your fist.
Lining him up with your entrance, you make sure youโ€™re staring deeply into his eyes. Teasingly, you drag the tip of his cock through your folds, moaning lowly as you bump the head against your clit a few times.
His breathing deepens, eyes the darkest shade of brown youโ€™ve ever seen as he stares intently at you. He doesnโ€™t want to miss a single movement, a single expression youโ€™re giving him as he prepares for the moment heโ€™s been anticipating since he first laid eyes upon you.
โ€œBecome one with me, My King.โ€ You breathe out, pushing just the tip of him against your entrance.
His heart soars, nothing but warmth and love flooding his veins.
โ€œWith pleasure, My Queen.โ€ A low growl escapes him, tilting his head to rest his forehead against your own.
A soft gasp escapes you as you feel him beginning to push into you. The head of his cock parts your fold briefly before heโ€™s pulling his hips back slightly only to roll them forward. With each movement, he sinks deeper and deeper inside of you, his hands squeezing your ass. You can feel his claws pricking at your skin, your arms settling around his shoulders to pull him in closer.
โ€œYou feel incredible around me.โ€ He moans, chest heaving as he attempts to maintain some form of control over himself. โ€œSo fucking softโ€ฆ and warm.โ€
A pleased hum escapes you, nudging his nose with your own as his eyes flutter. The way you can feel him practically pulsing within you as he bottoms out has your lips parting in a moan.
โ€œFeel so full with you inside me.โ€ You hum, fingers threading through the hair on the nape of his neck. โ€œLike you were made for me.โ€
His hips jerk at your words, a devious smirk tugging at his lips.ย 
โ€œI was.โ€ His grip tightens on your ass, his hips rolling up into yours. โ€œI was made for you, My Queen. To love you. To cherish youโ€ฆ To please you.โ€
Again, he rocks himself into you, grinding his hips against you as he presses you firmly against himself.
Your eyes flutter shut, lips parting in another moan.
For a moment, he admires you. Nothing but love and adoration can be seen in his eyes as he reaches up to trace a finger over the side of your cheek.
โ€œDo you trust me?โ€
You blink, not even having to think about your answer as you smile so tenderly at him. โ€œWith my life.โ€
The moment those words escape you, his lips are on your own. His hands tighten over you, pulling you flush against himself as he kisses you desperately. The way your legs tighten around his waist only makes his chest rumble in content, tongue parting your lips and eagerly swallowing your every sound.
Slowly, carefully, he begins walking towards the waterfall.
You cling to him as he moves, leaning in to trace your lips over his skin. Teasingly, you nip at his jaw, flicking your tongue over his pulse and hearing how he moans in response. His breathing deepens as you clench around him, his cock throbbing deep inside of you.
Pausing just before the waterfall, Seonghwa meets your gaze.
โ€œMy Queen.โ€ He growls out, eyes flashing as shadows fall over his face. โ€œFor all eternity.โ€
With those words, he submerges you both beneath the flow of water.
The sensation only lasts a few second, for he doesnโ€™t stop there. You grip him tighter, expecting to feel the cool sensation of stone pressing into your back at any moment. Only, the feeling of being laid atop of something plush and soft has you blinking your eyes open in mild surprise.
โ€œFrom now, until the end of the known universe,โ€ Seonghwaโ€™s soft voice reaches your ears, his hand reaching out to trace gently over the side of your face as he stares down at you so tenderly. โ€œThis place shall always be ours.โ€
Your breath catches slightly, taking in the sight of a small cave hidden behind the waterfall. Blue and white crystals glow softly, illuminating the interior of the space. You seem to be resting on a large bed of moss, various flowers of your favourite varieties littering the floor.
Nothing but tender love and affection can be seen in your gaze as you stare up at the Fae before you. A look which is mirrored in his own eyes.
โ€œJust lay back and relax, My Queen,โ€ He smiles down at you, standing tall. His hands slip down beneath your knees, pushing your legs up gently. โ€œLet me take care of you.โ€
Softly, he rolls his hips into yours, fingers digging lightly into your skin. His tongue comes out to wet his lips, some strands of his wet hair falling over his eyes and framing his face.
A soft hum escapes you, purposely clenching around him as you admire every bare inch of his exposed skin. You can see the tips of his pointed ears peeking out from his dark locks, his dark eyes locked on your figure. The muscles in his abdomen tense, and you can feel him twitch deep inside of you as he rolls his hips into your own once more.
His fingers tighten on the backs of your thighs as his eyes flash. Not even a moment later, heโ€™s pulling almost all of the way out of you only to thrust back into you sharply.
Lowly, you moan, eyes rolling slightly as you clench around him.
The corners of his lips quirk upwards as another sharp thrust is made.
โ€œFuck- Look at how beautiful you are, My Queen.โ€ He moans, hooded gaze taking in the way your whole body shakes with each calculated thrust he gives into you. โ€œYou take me so well; I never wish to be parted from you again.โ€
His pace is slow, making sure to bury himself deeply within you with each sharp thrust he makes. Seonghwa is sure to watch your every reaction carefully before heโ€™s trailing his gaze down your body. His lips part as he watches his cock sink into you with each thrust, eyes fixated on the way your delicate warmth sucks him in.
A loud moan escapes you as he rolls his hips into yours after a particularly sharp thrust. Almost instinctually, you reach out for him, only for him to meet you halfway.
In an instant, your hands are pinned beside your head, fingers intertwined with his own. His looming figure towers over yours pinned beneath him, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he grinds himself into you. The way your whimper catches in your throat has a devious, and a little unhinged, grin pulling at his features.
โ€œIโ€™m going to fill you so full of me, youโ€™ll always feel the impression of my cock buried deep within this tight little pussy of yours.โ€ A deep rasp is all that escapes him, setting a steady pace as he thrusts into you. โ€œGonna fuck you so full of my love youโ€™ll never question me again.โ€
A choked gasp of his name escapes your lips, ending on a whine as he snaps his hips against your own. Immediately, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer as you squeeze his hands.
He squeezes back.
A wicked grin stretches across his features as he sets a brutal pace, fangs glinting in the light of the cave. The way your body bounces with each thrust into you makes his head spin, eyes eagerly drinking in every expression you make.
Countless moans and low curses fall from your lips. Your eyes are squeezed shut, head tossed back onto the earth as you feel him hitting that special spot deep within you with every thrust. You can feel that all too familiar pressure building within, and you gladly give yourself over to the feeling.
โ€œYouโ€™re the most breathtaking sight Iโ€™ve ever had the pleasure of seeing.โ€ He growls, leaning in to lick up the side of your neck. โ€œI could never get tired of such an earth shattering beauty beneath me.โ€
โ€œSeonghwa-โ€œ Your breath catches, a long moan escaping you as you arch into his touch.
โ€œCome for me.โ€ His voice is but a snarling command, desperate as he meets your gaze. โ€œCome for me, My Queen. Let me feel you claiming this cock as I claim you.โ€
Seonghwa releases his hold on your one hand in order to slip his between your bodies. His thumb finds your clit, circling that little swollen nub as he pounds into you. Nothing but rumbling growls escape him with every exhale, begging you to fall apart for him as he pleases you with everything he is.
With one final flick over your clit, you scream his name.
The fingers you have still intertwined with his own cling to his hand as a life line. Your back arches from the earth, whole body shaking violently as your orgasm washes over you. High pitched whines and whimpers escape you, chanting his name like a mantra as you squeeze around him, thighs trembling as you hold him to you.
The moment he feels you clenching around him, his cock twitches. Seeing you come undone beneath him like this sends him right over the edge, and with one final thrust, heโ€™s burying himself deep within you.
A loud moan of your name escapes him, chanting your title like a prayer as spurt after spurt of come escapes him. The way he can feel your combined releases leaking out of you and dripping onto his balls makes his head spin, his thumb still circling languidly over your clit.
He needs to make sure heโ€™s providing nothing but the utmost pleasure to you that you can conceive of. He needs to see you falling apart again, and again, and again.
After all, His Queen deserves nothing but the best from Her King.
Slowly, you begin to calm down. You chest heaves, thighs still twitching as you feel him finally still his thumb over your clit. The way he presses his finger against that swollen little nub causes you to clench, whining from the pressure.
A deep chuckle reverberates from within his chest, his lips pressing softly against your own. Finally, he removes his thumb from over your clit, bringing his hand up to gently trace his fingers over your ear.
Your now very pointed ear.
โ€œMy Queen,โ€ He hums, a pleased rumble shaking his whole being as he sees the faintest flash of fangs behind your parted lips.
You open your eyes, meeting his own dark gaze with a newfound intensity swirling deep within your own.
โ€œWelcome home.โ€
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theyungihven ยท 2 months ago
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That's What I Like โ• San
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โ˜† pairing: millionaire bf san x fem reader
โ˜† genre: smut
โ˜† warnings: riding, s*x, reader isn't wearing anything underneath her shirt
โ˜† word count: 1.0k+
โ˜† author's note: this and upcoming smuts are due to my boyfriend giving me ideas, so thank him
โ˜† synopsis : it is day 19379 of getting your bfs attention, and today you have an idea of testing his patience while you sit on his lap
Well having a millionaire boyfriend (who's unofficially a billionaire), meant you get to spend less time with him.
So you had to come up with new and creative ways every now & then to get his attention which usually ended up with you under him and in his bed for the rest of the evening.
This week's attention grabbing prompt was skincare which you had bought earlier on your shopping trip.ย 
So you grab your weapons and walk to his bedroom to negotiate with him.ย 
He stands there, just bathed in t-shirt and shorts as he ruffles his wet hair with the towel.ย 
A sly smile spreads across your lips as you move towards him, determined to not let him concentrate on anything else for the rest of the evening.ย 
โ€œDon't you dare give me that smile.โ€ He chuckles, turning towards the mirror placed in front of his bed against the backdrop of the cityscape.
โ€œI have a deal.โ€ You say, tilting your head ever so slightly with a bright smile and he nervously smiles back.
โ€œYour deals are the most dangerous ones, my love.โ€ he says as he spreads his towel on the armchair placed in front of the giant glass window.ย 
โ€œJust hear me out, will you?โ€ you pout, giving him a puppy which will definitely work on him.
โ€œGo on, my love.โ€ he says, folding his arms as he leans against the armchair.
โ€œso I brought this new skincare-โ€ you start explaining to him but youโ€™re rudely cut off in the middle.
โ€œnope.โ€
โ€œjust listen to me~โ€ย 
โ€œokay okayโ€ he start walking towards you.
โ€œIt's a win win, I get to do your skincare and you get me, sitting on your lap, for free.โ€
โ€œYou're my girlfriend, y/n! What do you mean for free?โ€ he says, standing in front you, looking down at the contents in your hand.
โ€œButโ€ฆ.โ€
"Oh great! Little missy has conditions nowโ€ he ruffles your hair and turns around to get the towel off the arm chair.
โ€œYou cannot touch me.โ€ you state, you tone monochrome.
โ€œthis is not fair!โ€ he protests.
โ€œRules are rules.โ€ you state again but in a much playful tone this time.
โ€œRules are meant to be broken, Mia cara.โ€ he says, turning slightly to get good of you and you get a good look at the smirk spread across his lips. BASTARD!
โ€œOkay thenโ€ฆ. Bye.โ€ you turn around and start leaving but he picks you bridal style and makes you sit on his lap as he seats himself on the leather armchair.
โ€œYou're not going anywhere. You're gonna sit on my lap and do the stuff while I stare into your eyes and try my best not to fuck you.โ€ย  You gulp at his words.
โ€œYesโ€ฆ.โ€ You mumble, placing the bottles of skincare on the table beside it which luckily didn't drop from your hands when he lifted you midair.
โ€œShy already, princess?โ€ He places his finger under your chin, forcing him to look at you.ย 
You shake your head in response as you pout and he chuckles because he knows you well enough to decipher your lies. You shuffle around on his lap, trying to place yourself properly on his groin and he throws his head back in defeat, which makes you smile.
His hands come up to place themselves on your hips but you whoosh them away saying, โ€œRemember the deal, sannie.โ€
โ€œYou'll be the death of me one day, woman!โ€
โ€œWe'll talk about that later,โ€ you say and he hums along to your words as he stares into your eyes. โ€œWhat?โ€
โ€œNot staring at you wasn't discussed in the deal.โ€ he says and you can feel him getting hard under you.ย 
You gulp, your hands shaking as you bring up the tissue with the cleanser liquid on it. The tissue touches his skin and he hisses at the coldness of the cream. โ€œPlanning to give me a burn, lady? What is that? Icy Hot?โ€
โ€œNoooo~โ€ you clean up his skin, while admiring his facial structure and those damn lips (AGHHHH!!) while he starts talking about his work and accuses you for spoiling his manly skin.ย 
You're almost on the final step of applying the moisturiser when he breaks the rules, placing his hands on your hips by the excuse of โ€˜you were going to fall, my loveโ€™ .
He then drags up your oversized t-shirt because he knew you weren't wearing any panties underneath when your wetness started to stain the fabric of his grey shorts and then distracts you by kissing down your neck while he aligns himself against your wet entrance.
You both moan against each other's lips as you take him in, your thighs shaking in the process. โ€œFuck! Now thatโ€™s what I like.โ€ He curses under his breathe when you completely take him in; your insides desperately clenching around him. โ€œ But I canโ€™t move if you're this tight, mia cara. Just relax~โ€ย 
โ€œJust fuck me already, Sannie.โ€ you say, impatience and your hormones getting the best and he obeys your order.
โ€œAs you wish, my princess.โ€ Is the last thing he says before he picks you up and places you on the bed, rearranging your insides till the only name you remember is his.
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justaaveragereader ยท 2 months ago
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With spooky season hot on arrival, you canโ€™t help but scream with what was supposed to be joyโ€ฆ
Every corner you turn you are on the brink of death rather from multiple orgasms, or a fast chase through an abandoned town..
From hot thriller killers, all the way to pervy, panty snatching thieves..Hold onto your underwear everyone, SlasherAteez is taking over the spooky season!
Coming in October of 2024โ€ฆ!
Welcome To Slashtober 2024โ€™!
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โ€ข 10.01๐Ÿ”ช Jennifers Body!Yeosang as Jennifer
โ€ขDegradation + Dollification
โ€ข 10.08๐Ÿ”ชKnock Knock!Hongjoong & San as Bell and Genesis
โ€ขHumiliation + Bondage
โ€ข 10.13๐Ÿ”ช Misery!Yunho as Annie Wilkes
โ€ขDominance + Primal
โ€ข 10.18๐Ÿ”ช Silence Of The Lambs!Wooyoung as Hannibal Lector
โ€ขBiting + Marking
โ€ข 10.23๐Ÿ”ช House Of Wax!Mingi & Jongho as Vincent and Bo
โ€ขDouble Penetration + Wax Play
โ€ข 10.28๐Ÿ”ช Split!Seonghwa as Kevin Wendell Crumb
โ€ขBreeding + Impact Play
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Taglist Is Closed! If you are an ageless account, and or have your age on your page but have nothing posted/reposted on it, im going to assume you are a bot and or a minor, so to avoid getting blocked, update the pages my lovelies๐Ÿ–ค!
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holybibly ยท 8 months ago
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โ™ก Pairing: Wolf hybrids MATZ x bunny reader โ™ก Genre: smut, hybrids!Au โ™ก Word Count: 17.8k โ™ก Summary: Debts must always be repaid, even if they are not your own, and you will learn this cruel lesson from your own bitter sweet experience. Or where innocent bunnies are the most delicious dessert for the big bad wolf ๐”“๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ โ„‘ โ™ก WARNING: Unprotected sex, Mommy/Alpha! Seonghwa, Daddy/Alpha! Hongjoong, Omega/Bunny! Reader, ะพral knotting, stomach bulge, vaginal knotting, breeding, fingering, choking, degrading, pet names, spit kink, size kink, face fucking, hair pulling, manhandling, threesomes, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, squirting, pussy slapping, dacryphilia, oral, cum eating, overstimulation and more.
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โ™ก A/N: So, are the bunnies ready to go down to hell and come back up again? This is the most detailed, twisted, and incredibly sexy thing I've ever written. You were warned.
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As soon as Seonghwa seems satisfied enough, he finally pulls his beautiful, sinful mouth away from your pussy, which is now red and swollen from all the aggressive caresses. You sob pitifully at losing contact, even though Hongjoong continues to lick you, and judging by the way his fingers dig into the soft skin of your thighs, restricting all your movements, he doesn't intend to stop.
It's too hard to be aware of your surroundings; your confused mind is still swimming in a haze of intoxicating, sickly-sweet pheromones and the deep, dizzying orgasm you've just experienced, but even so, a tugging, hot feeling of arousal is beginning to form inside you again, like boiling lava. Like tingling flashes of fire beneath the thin surface of your skin, the sensation is overwhelming. The only thing you can focus on is the gorgeous Alpha with the most perfect set of lips you've ever seen in your life.
Your eyes are wide open as you watch Seonghwa languidly lick the remnants of your sugary mucus from her sensual, plump lips. It's almost hypnoticโ€”the long silken appendage gliding over the seductively moist flesh in the most vicious wayโ€”and you unconsciously repeat it, licking your own lips, bitten and parched from endless moans.
"You taste so divine, my little pet; I don't think I could ever get enough of you." Songhwa purrs sultrily as he looks down at your vulnerable, tender body with his dark, half-closed eyes. He has a siren's gazeโ€”seductive and sexyโ€”a gaze that promises the darkest of pleasures, the kind that says, "I'll tear you apart, and you'll beg for it." And it quickened your pulse to the point where your head began to spin and your hips unconsciously lifted upwards in search of attention, which only made you press your pussy harder into Hongjoong's face, and he purred velvety in response to your actions. The vibrations caused by his deep voice go right to the core of your being.
"P-please alpha..." The moan you make is so loud and so long, a little painful, followed by another one, even longer and even more needy. You don't know what you're asking for or which one of them; your tiny brain is incapable of forming any coherent thought.ย 
"Oh, sweet bunny, you want to have a taste too, don't you? Let your mommy give you a taste of it." With two fingers, Seonghwa picks up the leaking slime from your pussy, to which Hongjoong gives an irritated growl as the action of the black-haired Alpha causes him to take his mouth off of you for a few seconds.ย 
You are so juicy and fertile, like a gourmet treat that has been made just for him, and he is so damn drunk on it. All in all, the Alpha doesn't mind spending the rest of the night, possibly the rest of his life, burying his handsome face in your luscious wet folds. His fluffy, snow-white tail swings from side to side, and the tips of his pointed ears twitch at the tempting prospect.
When Seonghwa pulls back his hand, long strands of viscous slime stretch out from behind his fingers, and he moans fervently as he rolls his eyes. Alpha brings his wet, smooth fingers to your mouth, pressing them firmly against your trembling lower lip.ย 
"Open your mouth, my princess. Give yourself a taste. Feel how sweet that pretty cunt tastes."
You open your mouth obediently and allow his fingers to slide in and press against the tip of your tongue. He runs them back and forth, rubbing them against your soft, pink tongue, letting you taste the slime of your own body on your taste buds. It's strange and terribly disconcerting, and you've never even thought of doing something like this before, not even when you were in heat.ย 
Seonghwa pushes his fingers in so deep that the pointed tips of his nails scrape the back of your throat for a second, and you choke and unconsciously let the long fingers slide even deeper down your throat. The heavy silver of his rings scratches your palate and burns your tongue, but Seonghwa doesn't care, his eyes are fixed on you, and for a moment you think fire burns inside, ready to eat your body to the bone. There is a devilish glint in the blood-red frame of his bottomless irises.ย 
"You're so perfect, my beautiful little bitch." He growled as you gasped intermittently for air around his fingers. The constant pressure on your throat was a threat to your gag reflex with every movement. Your eyes watered, and you clutched your hand desperately into the luxurious fur of his coat as if that would do any good. "I'll take you into my bed, and I'll fuck you deep, hard, and longโ€”for as long as it takes. My little princess, you are going to sit on top of my dick like the throne you deserve. Mommy is going to make sure that you are always full of cum and that your pretty little sugar brain can only think of me and my knot." It was impossible to look away from him, from the sadistic pleasure in those hypnotic onyx eyes as he used you like that, with a cruel and bright smile full of sharp teeth.
Your little heel kicked the air as one of Hongjoong's clawed hands began to roughly knead your breasts. Swollen, milk-filled, and so sensitive. Your back arched as Seonghwa's fingers slipped from your mouth as you threw your head back in an intermittent moan of pain. Rich streams of sweet smelling milk begin to flow down the length of your body. With his thumb pad, the Alpha runs his thumb over the moist candy pink flesh of your nipple before Hongjoong wraps two fingers around it.ย 
With that, a new wave of heavier, sweeter pheromones fills the room, and you begin to dissolve into the thick, seductive haze, sinking deeper into the natural pleasure space inherent in all bunnies. All rational and 'correct' thinking has long since ceased to exist as you begin to think.
"D-Daddy...Alpha!" You squeal shrilly, your long ears fluttering and your plump cotton tail flicking up. Your saliva drips from Seonghwa's long fingers on you. "Please...gently..."
"In your dreams, my angel." Hongjoong's smile is more like a predatory animal grin as he takes his beautiful wet mouth away from your pussy for a moment.ย 
Seonghwa wraps his wet fingers around your chin, the sharp tips of his claws digging painfully into the softness of your cheeks, almost drawing blood from them. You freeze completely, unable to move a single muscle except for your heart, which beats uncontrollably fast. Your natural bunny fear immediately reacts to the powerful dominant aura that surrounds Seonghwa, despite the lust and heat of the painful pleasure the Alphas give you. Like a dark omen of the end, an overwhelming and deadly threat that has sent all your instincts into panic, his invisible wolf energy trembles in the air.
A bunny can never feel safe and secure in the company of wolves, and that's why you're such a beautiful and seductive toy to themโ€”you constantly fuel their kinky sexual side.
"My sweet bunny, are you able to ask for something?" He slowly licks his fanged top row of teeth and tilts his godlike face so close to you that you feel his breath in the small space between you. With every word he utters, his perfectly sculpted, luscious lips make contact with yours. "You're just our pretty fucktoy, aren't you?" The Alpha purrs against your lips, his voice covered in velvety darkness, utterly sinful, filled with a mocking condescension that makes you sob in turmoil.ย 
Seonghwa says such dirty and embarrassing things, degrading and objectifying you, but somehow your body responds with a wave of unwanted lust; a hot flash of shameful arousal erupts deep inside you, your pussy clenching involuntarily. You can taste his breath; it's a mixture of sex and whisky, and all you can think of now is how badly you want to lick his delicious mouth.ย 
"Oh, princess, are you upset? Despite how much your tiny cunt is leaking for us, are you still playing the tender virgin? All wet and glistening, ready to be bred and ready to be licked. You want nothing more than to be stuffed full of cock and fucked full of our cum; just admit it, bunny, and mommy will give you everything you so desperately want." A horrible moan rises in your chest at the sound of his words. An echo of pure shame and sexual pleasure in equal measure, the sound is treacherously loud and humiliating.
"Look at you, bunny, you like it so much when mommy talks dirty to you, don't you, little slut? You're dripping into my mouth, honey." Hongjoong's voice is a solid, silky growl; it vibrates against your skin and sends shivers up and down your entire body. His vicious mouth begins to leave rough, painful hickeys on the inside of your thighs as well. His teeth are sharper than they used to be, his breathing is intermittent and hot, like a fever, and his pheromone-filled saliva is dripping copiously onto your skin. It's filthy and disgusting, but maybe deep down inside you're desperate for him to stain you even more, to make you all sticky with his cum.
"Oh God...d-don't say things like that...please, it's so bad." Hot tears begin to flow from your wide-open eyesโ€”thick and humiliating, just like the viscous streams of mucus flowing from your shrinking hole. Hongjoong is absolutely right, you really do enjoy all this, but he also knows very well that there's nothing you can do about it; it's so natural to your speciesโ€”the constant, uncontrollable desire for sex.
"Don't tell me what to do, fluffy." His voice drops a couple of octaves to something more akin to the growl of a dangerous animal. You let out a gasp as you felt the sharp fangs of the Alpha press palpably against your thin skin. It doesn't sound like he's trying to intimidate you; this feels real. More tears begin to trickle down your cheeks, and Seonghwa's long tongue reaches out to lick away the salty liquid that is running down your face in streams of crystal-clear water.
The Alpha lets out a guttural moan that sounds as if you have just licked his cock, a pornographic expression of bliss etched on his god-like face.
And yet, despite the natural horror tormenting you at the edges of your consciousness, driving the instinct of self-preservation into a frenzy, you cannot shake the strange, intoxicating feeling of their all-encompassing power over you.
"I am going to rip your tight little cunt in half, and you are going to beg me to do it again and again and again. You are going to be so full that you will be able to see how my cock is bulging against your belly with every move I make. I know that a slut like you is going to milk every last drop of my cum out until your pussy can no longer hold it in and it will flow freely out of you." The tip of his sharp tongue brushes against the wet, tight hole between your plump buttocks, and you squeal, jerking violently in your vulnerable position. "Why don't we knot that pretty hole up too? What do you think, bunny?"
"I-I... no, you can't; it's dirty. You can't, you can't go there... I'll never..." You blushed furiously and whimpered, your long ears flapping on your face, in an attempt to cover yourself. But Seonghwa growled low and squeezed your cheeks tighter with sharp claws, leaving angry crescents on round, plump cheeks.
"It was a polite question, angel. Daddy doesn't need your permission to fuck your ass." Hongjoong cooed with a sweetness that was deceptively like honey.
A high-pitched squeal escapes your throat as Seonghwa's fingers begin to trace slow circles over your swollen, sensitive clit. Stimulating your already obvious arousal. These actions cause your heel to kick stupidly in the air and your long ears to go limp and soft as they press against the back of your head. The uncomfortable position made the muscles in your thighs start to ache noticeably, but you were too scared to complain about it. Every nerve in your body is vibrating and tingling as the persistent fingers repeat the same movements over and over again.
The stimulation is almost painful, but it is too divine to resist.
"And then we're going to let the puppies play with your beautiful, fuckable body. I want to see how they make you scream. I bet you would love it if the puppies were to use you as a group whore for them. Mmm, just imagine them taking turns stuffing your greedy sweet hole as if they had the right to, but you know you belong to me, and if they dare to lay claim to you, I will rip their throats out." Seonghwa's voice rang in your ears like warm, melted honey, but behind the sweetness was a barely perceptible edge, a deep animal rumble. "Mommy is going to put a magnificent collar on you, all covered with jewels and diamonds, and you are going to sit obediently and beautifully at my feet, or even better, on my cock, like on a real royal throne, which every spoiled princess should have. Absolutely everyone in this house will know that you belong to me and to me alone," he said. Seonghwa moans as she imagines this image: the fingertips penetrating you, stimulating the trembling, swollen edge, but not going any deeper, no matter how much you want them to. More slime pours out of your entrance and splashes around the fingers of the Alpha with a loud, slurping sound.
The humiliation has been so acute, too painful, and too raw, but you moan selflessly, rolling your eyes as you clearly feel a new wave of slime pouring out of your used cunt. It is becoming increasingly difficult for you to resist your natural, deep-seated mating instinct. It is calling you to engage in brutal animal mating right here and now. Maybe Seonghwa really is right about you, and you are nothing more than his little doll that he can use in the right way and fuck whenever he wants to.
"You know, my darling, that the juicy, fertile smell of your pussy has made their heads spin. I can hear them whimpering and moaning all the way from here. I'm sure they want nothing more than to lap up your slime like bitches in heat and rub their pretty little faces all over your deliciously plump pussy." The prospect was unbearable for your twisted little brain. The sound that follows is disgustingly loud, almost unholy, as Seonghwa finally slides his fingers into your pussy. You're dripping like a waterfall, dripping onto the floor and causing a small, shiny puddle to form on the floor. Some of the mucus is absorbed by the Alphas' luxurious furs, but they have no problem with this at all.
"Can you blame them, Hwa? She's a real treat for the wolves." You sob loudly as Hongjoong's evil and insatiable mouth finds a particularly sweet spot on the inside of your thigh and clings to it with all its might, sucking loudly and biting the tender skin with a palpable sensation. His hands slide up your thighs, the palms of his hands lingering on the shape of your swollen pink cunt for a few seconds, massaging it with his thumbs before moving higher up. Hot and hungry kisses travel up the length of your belly and up to your wet, milky breasts until his tongue wraps around your swollen nipple before he sucks it into his mouth. The cocky alpha's lips curl into a sly grin at your exhausted and dazed expression. The grin is both seductive and threatening. The more Hongjoong sucks and caresses, the more milk comes out. Not only is it indecently pleasurable, but it is also super erotic. His hot breath is fanning out over your sensitive areolas as he takes more of the plump flesh into his mouth, his rough fingers caressing your curves, occasionally dragging his claws along the seductive path of the swollen scarlet scratches he left on you earlier.
"I think you're ready enough to take my knot, don't you, pet? My beloved girl, are you ready to ride on your mommy's knot?" Seonghwa's gaze is so animalistic, dark, and almost diabolical, the bloody rim of his onyx irises, glimmering faintly like the dark promise of the worst sin.
At the mention of the word 'knot', you whimper loudly and throw your head back submissively, exposing the pale column of your neck, finally distracting the second Alpha. Hongjoong crawls up your body until his face is next to Seonghwa's godlike face, leaving traces of wine-like, possessive marks.
"We are so terribly hungry for you, my little bunny." A hot blush spreads across your cheeks as you feel your juices mixed with milk run down his chin and drip onto your heaving chest, but the Alpha doesn't seem to care as he leans in and licks your mouth, leaving his pheromone-filled saliva on your lips. "We are going to breed you so well, my darling. You are going to be so full and plump. Daddy is going to take care of that, I promise you. This little pussy of yours will always be filled with our sperm. Isn't that what you want, fluffy?"
"Tell me one thing, bunny, do you want to be bred by the big and bad wolves?" Seonghwa is almost choking on his words; his bottomless, dark eyes are heavy and clouded with animal need. The tip of his fluffy tail tickles your thigh, sending a wave of heat through your body. Hongjoong's sharp nails lightly scratch your aching, swollen nipples, and his long, rough tongue lazily slides over your scent gland, leaving a trail of cold, wet saliva.
"Say it..." The Alpha whispers, but you can hear the dominant tone in it.
You know you have no choice but to obediently obey as ordered.
"Please, mommy, I want this so much, I want your knot. Please breed me..." You squeal loudly, kicking the air with your heel as you feel Hongjoong's gorgeous lips press harder into your swollen scent gland, and Seonghwa's fingers penetrate so deep into your pussy that the tender pads of his fingers touch the small bundle of hypersensitive nerves, completely shutting down your consciousness. Like a swampโ€”thick, viscous, and deadlyโ€”the gnawing pleasure fills your entire body. The whole of your bunny nature is sinking into a black hole of utter depravity and visceral, submissive behaviour. The only thing you need right now is for one of these gorgeous Alphas to shove his massive cock down your leaky, throbbing, needy hole.
Your lusty, insatiable rabbit nature wants only one thing: for someone powerful, domineering, and dominant to take you overโ€”rough, animalistic, fucking your mind into a complete stuporโ€”and claim you as their new shiny toy. Perhaps, deep down in your virgin soul, this is what you secretly long for - to be nothing more than a mindless, beautiful toy in the hands of a magnificent Alpha or two, or perhaps their entire clan.
As Hongjoong licked the remaining tears from your cheeks, you whimpered and twitched weakly.
"Oh, Fluffy, you are such a bad girl; shouldn't you be asking for daddy's knot as well?" He is not asking you; he is telling you, and you are obliged to obey.
"P-please, I want your knot so badly, daddy. Fill me up with it." You are barely above a whisper, your voice quavering with painful excitement.
"How can we refuse you since you ask so politely?"
They both pull away from you, only to lift your weak legs off the armrests, the viscous puddle of your goo squelching uncomfortably as your hips sink into the leather seat of the luxurious chair. It is so embarrassing.
Hongjoong's impatient hands rip off your remaining clothes and throw them somewhere on the floor, leaving you completely naked, covered in hickeys, scratches, and bites.
God, is this how good, obedient bunnies should look?
Seonghwa picks you up and presses you against his hard body as he carries you off to what you can only assume is his bedroom.
The luxurious fur of his fur coat wraps itself around you like the softest of blankets, caressing your hot, bare skin. The scent of his pheromones is so thick and seductive that you are completely lost in it, and you unconsciously bury your nose in his collarbone, your teeth clinging to the smooth, golden skin. Your head is heavy with lust, clouding your thoughts and your vision, and you are unaware of anything around you except for the Alpha, whose clawed fingers are digging into your flesh.
It was only when you felt yourself being laid down on the soft velvet blanket of Seonghwa's king-size bed that feelings and awareness slowly began to return, and you blinked absentmindedly as you tried to focus on your new surroundings. It takes a couple of minutes for your tiny brain to process what has just happened and to analyse the situation. It is clear that you are in the personal bedroom of the main Alpha. Everything in here smells like Seonghwaโ€”bitter almonds and black cherries mixed with the sickening sweetness of Alpha pheromones. This thick mixture wraps around you, embedding itself into your skin and settling into your lungs with every breath you take. There are notes of other flavours in the ghostly taste that linger on your tongueโ€”too many to distinguish, but the heat of pink pepper is so obvious and searing. Your slutty nature helpfully reminds you that Hongjoong tastes exactly the sameโ€”burning.
The room's walls are black, and exactly the same black velvet curtains pile up on the floor, cascading in heavy waterfalls over black-and-gold marble tiles. The few windows were made of stained glass, depicting scenes of debauchery and pleasure, so detailed that just looking at them would send a wave of heat through your entire body and make your pussy clench.
Mirrors with gold frames covered most of the walls and reflected the luxurious bed from different angles. The remaining furniture was all carved from ebony, and the light from the candles and the burning fireplace that filled the room reflected off the many mirrors, filling the room with a warm, luxurious glow. It was the kind of lighting that had always made naked bodies look so incredible. It was hard for you to understand how he could sleep peacefully here every night; it was all so wicked and sinful. Even in your dirtiest, most depraved dreams, which you imagined during your heat, you couldn't have imagined a room so dark and filled with sex.
Slowly, like real predators on the hunt, the wolves begin to approach you, crawling onto the bed with elegant animal movements. You are the sweet one they want to catch. The room is stuffy and the air is heavy and thick, and it's not just the overwhelming mix of aromas, sex, and pheromones; it's something more instinctive, primal, and animal that defines the dynamic between the three of you, not only as between species but also as between potential mating partners.
Their great bodies, still clothed in luxurious and expensive furs, hang over your trembling body, naked for their pleasure, looking at you with eyes darkened by lust and desire. Like the grin of the devil, bloody sparks flash from the depths of the black irises.
A slow, sinful grin slides across Seonghwa's sensual, plump lips while Hongjoong's beautiful, wet mouth stretches into a predatory wolf smile. Sharp fangs peek out from his parted lips as he licks them with his tongue. Before Seonghwa's clawed hand wraps around your ankle in one fluid motion and pulls you towards him, your body is dragged along the luxurious blanket, and you instinctively try to escape, kicking and squealing as the Alphas just chuckle darkly.
"In a hurry, bunny?" Hongjoong laughs mockingly as you give a weak squeal and start to cry again.
"Don't you dare to run away from me again, you little whore." Seonghwa growls in a threatening voice and digs his claws deeper into your flesh. You whimper, throwing your neck back and biting your trembling lower lip to submit. "Be obedient, darling, and maybe we can be a little bit nicer to you, or do I have to bite you so that you start to behave the way you should?"
"Yes, I understand you, mommy; I will obey, the best bunny for you." You whimper, your voice trembling with fear and with painful, humiliating excitement. Seonghwa just grunts in response, and with a sharp movement, she spreads her legs wide, exposing your leaking cunt to her gaze in its entirety. Their eyes are focused on the wet, shiny folds of your pussy, and you react to this in the most attractive way for themโ€”your little hole is clenching on nothing, and a new stream of fragrant, thick mucus is spurting out. At the sight of this, Hongjoong lets out a laugh so evil that it makes your skin hum with sharp electricity.
"Somebody's getting a little too excited, aren't you, furry?" The mockery is literally dripping from the tip of his tongue.
"I... I'm sorry..." You don't even know what you're apologising for, but Hongjoong's words make you feel an extreme, painful sense of shame that hits you like a slap in the face.
Seonghwa doesn't say anything, but instead decides to nuzzle his nose against your cunt. As he takes a deep breath, nuzzling your body and purring with pleasure, you feel your cheeks blush with humiliation.
"Bunny, bunny, bunny..." He begins to say this as he runs his nose over your swollen clit. As humiliating as it is, you can't help but let out a shrill moan that escapes from your chest. "You have been such a naughty little girl. You were pretending to be such an innocent little bunny, but look at you now; you're just pouring all over my sheets like a real whore." His voice has dropped a couple of octaves, and there is an animal edge to it that you can feel. If you didn't know that this is natural for wolves, you'd be forgiven for thinking he's about to start rutting.
His throat rumbling velvety with pleasure, Hongjoong presses his cheek to your belly and rubs his face against the soft skin. He plants hot kisses along the plane of your belly, his teeth scratching at you and his long tongue licking at you. Sparks of desire run across your skin; the wet walls of your vagina ache almost palpably with the need to squeeze and hold the Alpha's knot. As you tremble all over at their attention, a small sob escapes from your doll's mouth against your will. As Seonghwa's claws dig deeper into you, you belatedly realise that he's waiting for your answer to his question.
"I didn't want it; it's... I can't do anything about it."
Seonghwa presses his tongue against the folds of your pussy and then licks a wide line from your heated, dripping hole all the way to your throbbing clit. In an instant, your back arched up from the bed, and you let out a high pitched moan. The constant feeling of stimulation is becoming compulsively pleasurable, perhaps even a little painful, but you like it in a strange way. Your mind may be completely out of control, in complete obedience to instinct. The Alpha repeats the action, this time pressing his tongue against your hole and pushing the tip of it inside you.
"Alpha." You're practically choking.
"Don't need to apologise, bunny. We will be more than happy to do some re-education for you. We're going to make you into a real obedient girl, my angel. Mommy and daddy will teach their little bunny how to behave very well." Hongjoong's kisses travel higher and higher up your body, between your breasts, until they come to rest on your neck. His breath flows over your skin, and you feel as if it is burning it, just like the rich aroma of the Alpha's pink pepper. Your thighs spread a little further, and Seonghwa purrs appreciatively. Hongjoong's sharp fangs brush the pulsating vein in your neck.
Hongjoong chuckles again, the dark, animal sound echoing through your sensitive eardrums and penetrating to the very core of your being.
"Do you want me to kiss you, my angel, while Hwa is eating your tight little cunt? You want that. Don't you?" Hongjoong purrs, causing you to nod your head in a desperate attempt to confirm your yes. His snow-white tail swings lazily from one side to the other." Then say, "Give your little whore bunny a kiss, daddy."
"Please, daddy, kiss your little w-whore bunny." There's a slight stutter at the offensive word, but you do as you're told anyway. Because at that moment, you were no longer able to fight against your bunny nature and the forbidden, dark desire to be divorced and to be marked by these devilishly beautiful alphas.
As soon as these words have left your lips, Hongjoong immediately takes hold of your mouth with a hot, animalistic kiss. He roughly pushes his long, rough tongue between your lips, which immediately penetrates the inside of your mouth and fills the entire space. The kiss was like heaven and hell at the same time. His teeth sink into your innocent lower lip, leaving it broken and throbbing, and the Alpha ravages your soft lips with an intensity bordering on sadistic pleasure. You let out a loud moan into his mouth, and Hongjoong swallowed the sound and pressed himself so close to you that you found yourself trapped between his body and the luxurious furs that lined the bed.
Your mind, warped by lust and hormones, wants him to press his full weight against you, to hold you in place as he drives his massive cock into you. ย Your body surrenders to him without hesitating, dissolving beneath him, ready to serve and obey whatever he commands. He is such a perfect partner to fuck with. An excellent alpha for breeding.
At the same time, you can feel Seonghwa's hot breath blowing over your wet folds, and you give a weak twitch at the sensation. The arms of the Alpha are wrapped around your hips, and he digs his claws into the soft flesh of your body. The sharp, searing pain from the sharpened claws tore a wet cry from your throat, which you let out into Hongjoong's lips, cut off by an equally sharp gasp as you felt a claw run along your thigh, cutting the skin. Like tiny bubbles in a pot of boiling water, the blood bubbled to the surface of the cut.
Hongjoong is still kissing you with the same devotion. His mouth is hot and demanding, and his tongue is exploring the depths of your mouth as if he were in search of hidden treasure. The taste of his mouth is a mixture of sin and temptation, bitter chocolate and pink pepper. The sensation on the tip of your tongue will drive all thoughts of fear from your mind and leave you floating in bliss. The cloying sweetness of the pheromones runs down your throat along with his saliva, and you swallow the liquid, causing him to growl in an animal-like manner. The velvety sound vibrates against your skin. Your pussy clenches desperately against nothing and spurts liquid into Hwa's mouth.
Your little heel kicks the sheets as one of Hongjoong's clawed hands begins roughly kneading your breastsโ€”swollen, heavy, full, and so sensitive. Your back arched as you let out a broken, painful moan and threw your head back. Vast streams of sweet-smelling milk begin to flow down the length of your body. The Alpha runs his thumb over the wet, candy pink flesh before he wraps two fingers around it and pulls on it. As the kiss grows deeper and harder and Hongjoong's tongue literally starts fucking your throat in a slow but rough rhythm, his hand falls from your chest and traces a painful scratch path along your writhing, heated body until the tips brush your throbbing, needy clit.ย 
You let out a moan into his mouth, your hips shaking slightly at the delicious touch. You can't even think at the moment; the pulsating need is taking over and completely suppressing the rational part of your brain. This is just a distraction that takes your attention away from the real action at hand.
You feel Seonghwa's silken tongue brushing against you before he starts to lick you hungrily. Bending your spine, you arch your back towards his lips, and with each movement and each kiss, small sobs of pleasure escape from your lips. With each passing moment, their actions are slowly driving you madโ€”your skin is turning red and tingling with the searing heat of the lust that is bubbling under your skin like boiling honey. The blood seems to move more slowlyโ€”thick as sweet molassesโ€”through the vein. Soon your pussy begins to ache with pain: the clitoris throbs, demanding attention; the vagina contracts rhythmically; and the excitement flows into the crevice between your plump buttocks. Suddenly, you feel Seonghwa lift your legs before hooking them on either side of his shoulders, your skin touching the luxurious fur of his coat and his long hair tickling the inside of your thighs as his godlike face is pressed between your legs. Long, slender fingers massage the sides of your plump pussy, dipping lightly between your folds before spreading them wide, exposing your tender cunt flesh to his predatory gaze. Your entire body trembles with anticipation, and as you feel the Alpha's scorching breath enveloping the molten heat of your pussy, your inner walls tighten in response.
"God, you are such a desperate bitch for me, little bunny, aren't you?" Seonghwa moans as his dark, bottomless eyes roam over every inch of your folds. Holding your cunt in one hand, he runs the index finger of his other hand delicately along the petals of your folds before tracing the outline of your trembling entrance with the tip of his finger. "Fuck, I can feel that pretty little pussy of yours twitching. Needy little slut, is that all you want to do is take an Alpha cock up into your cunt, darling? Are you so desperate for your mommy to come and break you up? He goes on with a mocking purr in his voice.
You whimper in response to his words, your long ears trembling and tears collecting in the corners of your eyes, glistening on your doll-like eyelashes. Hongjoong continues to ravage your mouth with his tongue; his beautiful mouth prevents you from making a sound. He kisses you so deeply that you almost choke on it as you feel the hot appendage twist sinfully around your own tongue.
Seonghwa pushes a long finger into you with a sharp, quick motion. The silver of his rings drags along your soft walls before he pulls out immediately. As his finger leaves your cunt, your body clenches, and you whimper, needing to scream. Seonghwa's throat goes dry, and he sticks his tongue out like a thirsty dog, thick saliva dripping onto your folds as he sees the thick sheen of your arousal covering the length of his finger. The Alpha runs his fingers through your folds, collecting as much of your mucus as he can, watching as thin, thick threads of moisture stretch out behind his fingers.
"You are so ready for us, bunny, we are going to breed you. Mommy is going to show you how to fuck like a real Alpha." Hwa hisses as she reaches up with her hand and gets Hongjoong's attention. "It's getting sweeter and sweeter, Joong."
Finally giving you the opportunity to take a deep breath, Hongjoong immediately pulls his lavish mouth away from you. A hazy look falls on Seonghwa's slender fingers; he licks his kiss-swollen lips, and you watch as Hongjoong leans in. As he swallowed your intoxicating essence, his long tongue slipped out of his mouth and wrapped around Seonghwa's finger. Wrapping the finger in his mouth, he takes its entire length before sucking lightly with a low, husky hum, his eyelashes fluttering and his bushy tail whipping in the air. Your throat goes dry at the erotic sight of the Alpha's plump lips around Seonghwa's fingers, and your clit throbs even more. When they are clear, he releases the appendages with a bang and a heavy rumble comes from Hongjoong's chest as his eyes flash red.
"Fuck, is it possible to be even more delicious, angel? The more you cum, the more intoxicating the taste will be." He lets out a groan. Out of the blue, Hongjoong slides his hands between your thighs, and a scream of ecstasy escapes from your throat as you feel two of his fingers slide through your pussy. Suddenly, they plunge into your cunt, and you scream out in pain and pleasure as he forces your body to stretch around his fingers, your soft walls aching as they are suddenly torn apart. He pushes his fingers in all the way to the base of your cunt, twisting the appendages before pulling them out roughly.
Thick strands of arousal cling to his fingers, the appendages coated in a thick layer of your wetness, and you watch as Hongjoong brings his dirty fingers to your nipples; only to let your honeyed essence run over them. Hongjoong moistens the hardened tips and coats them with a glaze until they are smooth and shiny with your goo, which mixes with the dripping drops of milk. One of the nipples slips between his fingers, and Hongjoong pinches it between his knuckles before he pulls hard on it. The sharp sting of it makes you let out a dry sobโ€”the pain mixing with the pleasure and ripping through your body like a flash of lightning.
A sadistic, mocking grin plays across his lips, pointed fangs protrude from beneath his plush lips, and in one swift motion, the Alpha pinches your swollen nipple before pulling roughly on your nipple. As soon as he was sufficiently covered in your own wetness, Hongjoong turned his attention to your other breast; he gave it his cruel attention. Your breathing has become more laboured; low moans and strained, painful sobs escape from your lips.
The way your body reacts to rough caresses, heating up and blooming, becoming ripe and juicy for two insatiable alphasโ€”it's not normal; it's completely abnormal. It's not even your heat, and you're scared to think about what you'll feel when it comes. Even now, every nerve in your body is burning with the most intense pleasure you've ever known.
Yes, sex with wolves is like a flirtation with death, and you belatedly realise that you don't mind dying in their clawed hands.
While Hongjoong's deft fingers are flicking over your nipples, Seonghwa is giving his undivided attention to your pussy. The Alpha's long fingers dance across your cunt, with two fingers running along one of your folds in a gentle massaging motion before he spreads his fingers in a V-shape. Seonghwa gently blows cool air on your swollen clit, exposing your pussy to his gaze. Your hands clench into fists at the sensation, clenching the fur blankets together, your fingers twisting the silken strands between them, and your knuckles turning white at how hard you squeeze. Your whole body is shaking, like a fever, and it seems as if you can't breathe at allโ€”the alpha pheromones are clinging to your throat with every breath you take.
The air in the room is like a thick swamp of vice and sex, impossible to get through; it absorbs you, drowning you in its depths.
Seonghwa's lush, sensual lips wrap around your clit as Hongjoong's mouth wraps around your right nipple, and with an almost synchronised ease, they both suck at the same time. A strangled moan escapes from your throat, and you feel your eyes roll back into the back of your head from the blinding pleasure that is shooting through your nerves. There are stars flashing behind your eyelids. Your body is writhing in bliss as you writhe under their ministrations, Seonghwa's long tongue flicking teasingly along the outline of your clit as Hongjoong licks and sucks the wetness from your nipple.
"Oh God, Alpha, this is too much... I can't... I can't..." You are sobbing. But behind the tears, ecstatic notes pierce the edge of your being. Hongjoong bites down hard on one of your nipples while the fingers of his other hand squeeze and play with the other one. He swallows noisily before releasing your breasts with a pop.
"Hwa, please, let's fuck her already, you can lick her pussy later, maybe when the bunny is squirting around my dick." Seonghwa's eyes roll back in his head at the thought, and he growls softly. The vibrations on your clit literally make your whole body shake.
You are like a doll to himโ€”boneless and pliableโ€”and he finally pulls away from your used, reddened cunt to grab your hips, lift your legs from his shoulders, and forcefully turn you onto all fours. His hands put you in the position he wants you in, pushing your thighs further apart before he slides between them, your cunt hanging over his face.
"You're can to start fun, Joong, and I still haven't gotten enough taste of her pussy to fuck her." Seonghwa purrs as he lowers you down onto his face, his palms moving up to cradle your ass before he presses his plush lips to your pussy. Your head hangs limply, and you moan shrilly with new pleasureโ€”the feeling is incredible. The Alpha rubs his mouth roughly against your leaking pussy. It's so filthy and dirty that it's almost going to send you over the edge.
You're a mess, and the heavy, dark promise of Seonghwa's fucking grips your chest like a clawed paw of vicious anticipation. Your slutty bunny self sings with delight as you arch into the Alpha's arms and press your pussy even harder against his gorgeous face.
The rustle of clothes and the clink of jewellery catch your attention before Hongjoong's fingers cradle your chin and lift your face to look straight up at the demonically beautiful Alpha with his sultry grin. The sight of him is enough to take your breath away. If he isn't pure brilliance, then what is he? He's completely undressed, and, as you've guessed from the erotic lighting, his body looks like it's made of gold itself: the skin is smooth and drenched in sweat in places, the chiselled chest muscles rise and fall with the rhythm of his breath, his abs tighten, and you notice a large tattoo on the inside of his arm.
But it is his cock that attracts your attention. Hongjoong's thighs are slightly spread, and he slowly strokes his cock before your face - it's thick and throbbing, pre-cum oozing from the dark pink head and the distinctive veins running down its velvety length make you want to lick it. There is a slightly swollen knot at the base. Not only are you in thrall to everything they do with you, but their excitement is as painful and acute as your own.
Your unblinking gaze is riveted on his hand, adorned with massive precious rings; you watch as she squeezes the thick lengthโ€”his arousal spreading through his shaft with each lazy pumpโ€”and, unable to stop yourself, you writhe across Seonghwa's face, a strained moan escaping your bitten lips.
"A-Alpha, please..." You stutter. The desperate need is evident in your voice as you silently beg for the feel of his cock in your mouth; you want nothing more than to taste the heavy, hot length on his tongue.
A demonic, mischievous grin appears on his face as Hongjoong raises a mocking eyebrow in your direction. His cat's eyes sparkled as they caught the glow of the candles and blazed like hellfire.
"Oh, angel, you are begging for my cock; it is so nice and sweet of you." He coos as he runs his finger over your lips, and you parted them for him. "You've never sucked a dick before, have you, bunny? Daddy's going to teach you how to choke on it properly." Shivers run down your spine like ice chips at the mocking tone of his voice.
Hongjoong's hand moves to the base of his cock, and with a grip on the base, he leads it to your mouth. Teasingly, the Alpha runs the leaky head over your lips, staining them with the sticky, viscous pre-cum, and you automatically run your tongue over it, collecting the pheromone-filled liquid. The hot and sweet taste of his cum settles on your taste buds and makes you whimper with pleasure. Almost drooling to taste him, you stick out your tongue, causing the Alpha to let out a deep, dark chuckle.
"Such a cockstarved little slut." Hongjoong mockery. "The puppies are going to go crazy when they see those dolls's lips wrapped around their dicks. I would love to see your pretty mouth full of their sperm." His fingers get tangled up in your hair; squeeze it tight and hold your head in place. Hongjoong presses the head of his cock up against your lips and moans. "I'm going to fuck that pretty little throat until it bleeds." He growls at you.
His claws dig into your scalp, your jaw relaxes, your mouth opens obediently, and with a satisfied purr, Hongjoong begins to insert his massive cock. Almost immediately, you start to gag at the huge size of it. Hongjoong's hot and thick cock stretches along your tongue, easily filling your mouth and causing your jaw to ache. Hongjoong moans loudly in pleasure as he enjoys the feel of your warm, wet tongue pressing against the underside of his cock.
"This mouth is built for sucking alpha-dick. God, Seonghwa, why haven't we ever fucked bunnies before? They are fucking perfect dick sleeves." The hand on top of your head is stroking the base of your velour ears. The head of his cock touches the back of your throat, and you tighten your lips around the girth of his cock.
At the same time, you can't hold back your tears, a mixture of excitement and shame sweeping over you, tears streaming down your cheeks in thick, glistening streams.
Seonghwa pulls his mouth away from your cunt for a second before saying.
"Be nice to her, Joong. You don't want to break her before the puppies get their teeth into her. If they don't fuck the bunny, they'll go wild." After that, he will come back to your seductive cunt.
Your labia are parted, and he watches the tight ring of muscles clench rhythmically; thick streams of your sugary wetness drip from your hole onto his mouth and chin. He sticks out his tongue and licks up the viscous fluid, a loud, throaty moan escaping from his chest as he savours the taste of it. Unable to resist his desire and the intoxicating taste of you any longer, Seonghwa tightens his grip on your ass, his fingers digging into the flesh as he spreads your buttocks apart and lowers you all the way onto his face, his tongue immediately plunging into your tight hole. Your thighs shake on either side of that beautiful face, the desire burning in your stomach as you moan in pleasure around Hongjoong's cock, making him hiss in response.
Hongjoong's fingers wrap around your head in an attempt to push his cock deeper into your throat. You feel the bulging, hot head of his cock pressing against the back of your mouth; your throat tightens in pain, and you start to gag. Hongjoong moans at the sensation, throwing his head back and rolling his eyes, the tip of his fluffy tail brushing your tear-stained cheek. Saliva pools at the corners of your mouth as the Alpha begins to thrust his cock into your mouth, and with each thrust, you feel it slam into the back of your throat as his cock straddles your tongue.
Seonghwa's tongue moves in and out of you rhythmically, your sperm squirting disgustingly as it drips onto his face, but the Alpha doesn't care at all, he feels like he's in heaven. One of his hands spreads your ass even further apart, while the fingers of the other one caress your asshole. All of a sudden, Seonghwa plunges two fingers into your tight cunt, his long appendages opening you up and tearing through your silky walls to make you ready for his cock.
He finds the little bundle of nerves in you with ease, and you scream out in ecstasy at once, your eyes rolling back in your head as you gurgle around Hongjoong's cock. The pleasure blinds your senses, your skin heats up with lust, and your throat instantly relaxes to allow the Alpha to penetrate you even deeper. In one swift motion, he slips his cock past the tight muscles of your throatโ€”the thick cock deliberately stretches them as he pushes his cock into the velvety passage of your throat. As he reaches the bottom, your nose is pressed against his hard, tight belly as his cock plunges deep down into your gullet. Hongjoong lets out a low, animalistic growl.
"Fuck, pet. I am going to knot your throat, angel." His fingers curl up in your hair and then pull at the base of your soft ears with a light tug. Hongjoong enjoys the feeling of your little throat wrapping around his cock, the warm, wet muscles spasming every now and then, massaging his cock in a seductive way.
Seonghwa begins to move his fingers in and out of you, his long fingers aggressively stroking your silken walls. Synchronously, his lips wrap around your clit, pulling the swollen bud into his warm mouth and sucking hard. Spikes of feverish lust flare up your spine, and, lost in pleasure, you clench your fists on the luxurious fur blankets that lie beneath you. You squeeze your cunt even harder against Seonghwa's sensual, plump lips. Your hips buck to increase the pleasure. You feel the Alpha's devilish grin spread across his lips as he drags his teeth across the flesh of your throbbing clit. With a snap, he releases your clit and begins to rub his fingers even harder against your G-spot.
"Ride my face, bunny; let your mommy eat." Seonghwa moans loudly.
You squeal, your thighs trembling from the crazy stimulation. The sound of your pleasure is vibrating against Hongjoong's cock, which is still deep in your throat. The Alpha snarls, grabs the back of your head with all his might, and pulls his cock out of your bruised throat. Your pupils dilate, your muscles tenseโ€”a slight twinge of pain rushes through you as Hongjoong pulls his cock out of your throat and then pushes it back in sharply. The thick cock fills your mouth completely, the hot head pressing against your soft tongue. You try to take a deep breath to fill your painfully burning lungs before the Alpha moves his hips, and his cock immediately pierces your gullet once more.
You immediately choke on his cock, but the sound of you gagging, combined with the feeling of your throat tightening around him, only serves to push Hongjoong even further. His hand wraps around the gentle curve of your neck, and his thumb presses down hard on the skin of your neck. The imprint of his cock is visible on your throat. Hongjoong is rubbing his fingers over the bulge as he continues thrusting in and out. Your stretched throat shifts under his touch, the outline of his big dick presses against the palm of his hand with every movement of his hips, and at the feeling of that bulge, a booming animal growl escapes from the Alpha's chest.
"Take it all, my angel. You desperate little slut, take your Alpha's cock down your throat. Tell me, my little bunny, have you ever thought about how an Alpha would fuck you in the mouth?" Joong purrs. Your eyes are streaked with tears as you look at him through your thick lashes. "Do you like it when your mommy eats your slut cunt while I fuck you in the throat, my princess?" He asks, and you nod your head without a moment's hesitation.
The movement of your head makes his cock twitch in your throat, and he hisses at the sensation. Hongjoong throws his head back, sweat trickling down his neck and dripping onto his heaving golden chest, his devilish mouth parted in breathless moans, his fingers gripping the back of your head tightly as he continues mercilessly fucking your mouth, lost in the pleasure of your hot walls convulsing around his member.
The hot pleasure gathers in your belly, your stomach twisting itself into a tight knot. When your thighs start shaking violently on either side of Seonghwa's head and your cunt starts milking his fingersโ€”your inner walls tightening rhythmically around his fingersโ€”Seonghwa knows you're close. He plunges his fingers even deeper into you, stroking your most sensitive spot over and over again, bringing you to a state of semi-consciousness. Your body is on edge; your back is arched, and your hips are rolling wildly against the beautiful face of the Alpha as you chase after your orgasm.
It's hard not to feel dizzy, especially when Hongjoong's cock is ramming down your throat and Seonghwa's fingers and mouth are giving you heavenly pleasure, satisfying a primal need you never knew you had.
"Bunny, you were made for a wolf's cock... dirty girl, huh? Does it please the prey to be the breeding bitch for the predators?" Hongjoong hisses mockingly and slaps you lightly on your plump cheek, which is swollen from his cock.
"She looks good, doesn't she? Little bunny, finally realised where she's supposed to belong." Seonghwa moans. "Come on, princess, be a good bitch and cum mommy's face." The words are muffled by the swollen clit in his mouth. The movement of his lips causes his sharpened fangs to brush against your sensitive bud, and the pleasure accompanied by his fingers continuing to stroke your G-spot makes you fall over.
Hongjoong is so close to tying the knot that he can barely push it out of your mouth; his balls are tight against your chin, slick with saliva and pre-cum, as he comes hard down your throat, his moaning more like a howl than anything else. Thick, hot cum pours down your throat in a steady stream, and you choke, trying to swallow, trying to ride out your own orgasmโ€”the euphoria ricocheting through you, your toes curling up, and your body starting to shake. Your hips are rolling furiously against Seonghwa's face.
Seonghwa continues to suck and nibble at your clit as he digs his fingers into you, his knuckles curling mercilessly as he caresses the soft, spongy patch of nerves inside of you. There is genuine euphoria coursing through your veins. Black specks of light blur your vision as you are immersed in blinding bliss and feel a wave of incredible pleasure sweep through you; your silken walls tighten almost to the point of pain, making it difficult for his fingers to move.
Your cum flows uncontrollably down his chin and down his neck, thick, sweet-smelling streams that land right on his waiting tongue. You squirt all over Seonghwa's face, and fuck, he's absolutely delighted. His hands squeeze your thighs until they are bruised, the Alpha presses his mouth to your vagina, and he drinks you as if you were a sacred divine essence.
"God, you taste so damn good; give me some more of that." Seonghwa groans like he's on the verge of coming. However, you're so lost in the thick haze of bliss that you barely notice what he's saying.
Hongjoong's cum starts to leak out of the sides of your mouth, and he smears it over your cheeks in a loving way.
"Sugar bunny, you are ripe for us; your alphas are going to breed you so well." There is a weak jerk in his hips, and another stream of cum shoots down your throat.
Seonghwa's tongue plunges into your cunt as he drinks your cum. The tip of his nose brushes against your swollen clit, sending a slight tingling sensation of pleasure through your entire body. Seonghwa continues to lap at you as his tongue dives in and out of you, prolonging your orgasm even as you continue to involuntarily clench.
It takes Hongjoong two more waves of intense release before his knot finally loosens, and he immediately pulls out of you, watching as the milky liquid runs out of your mouth and drips onto the fur covering. His hand gives your poor jaw a gentle massage before he leans in to pull you into the most disgusting, messy kiss you can imagine. Your mouth is full of sperm, and Hongjoong's tongue is running it down your chin. The alpha is moaning contentedly into your lips, swallowing his own sperm and licking your mouth from the inside with his silky appendage.
Finally, you feel the pleasure subside. You hiss from the overstimulation as Seonghwa continues to tongue your sensitive core, his tongue swirling with seductive movements over the trembling, leaking hole. A strangled scream slips from your throat as he does so. When Seonghwa is completely satisfied, he lets go of you and crawls out from underneath you, leaving your exhausted body to fall helplessly onto the bed.
"Don't relax, angel; we've only just begun." Hongjoong whispers in a sweet voice against your lips. There is a sadistic subtext to his words; his intention is to play with you until sunrise and maybe even beyond.
You don't hear Seonghwa undressing, his designer clothes falling to the floor like something he finds offensive. But you have a perfect sense of his hot, flexible body pressing against you as he is back on the bed. The Alpha pulls your hips towards him, and you hiss, trying to move away from the pain of his hard, thick cock pressing against your swollen cunt. As Seonghwa lightly rubs the head of his velvet cock over your wet cunt, your eyes widen in fear. He runs his claws lovingly down the length of your spine before he wraps his hand around your plump cotton tail. You squeal so loudly that it is likely to be heard by all the members of his clan. Your breath comes in short gasps, almost panting, your bones going limp as you press your cheek against Hongjoong's thigh, his hand stroking lazily through your tousled hair.
Even though you've just had a massive orgasm and your cunt is overly sensitive, the rabbit's natural need to breed is still not satisfied, and your pussy begins to ache from wanting to be filled. As you press your plump cheek against the magnificent thighs of the Alpha, you whisper a plea.
"P-please fill me in. I need your knot, Alpha."
A devilish fire ignites in Hongjoong's eyes as you look up at him through thick, wet lashes, your eyes wide with desire, combined with the swollen lips from sucking his cock, still covered in his cum. An animalistic growl echoes through the room, and his lips curl into the most malicious wolfish grin. His eyes meet Seonghwa's for a second, and the two Alphas are talking quietly before you hear Seonghwa chuckling darkly behind you.
"Take her." The black-haired Alpha gives the order, and Hongjoong pulls you close to him. He makes himself comfortable on the luxurious, majestic bed, leaning back on mountains of velvet and silk pillows, before he positions your body as he wants it. Your back is pressed against his bare, wet chest, your thighs spread on either side of his own, and you gasp as you feel Hongjoong's dick pressing against your buttocks. Alpha is painfully hard again; the head of his cock is leaking pre-cum once more and staining your skin with it.
Hongjoong squeezes your thigh with one hand, the Alpha's fingers digging into your plush flesh until they cause bruises, and with his other hand, he squeezes your full breast lazily. Your head falls on his shoulder, your throat goes dry, and your skin tingles as he touches it. He starts to play with your nipples again, stimulating you until they start to flow freely. You're not even in the middle of your game yet, and you look really fucked. You still have to take their knots, and you're not entirely sure you'll survive if they do more damage to you.
"Spread your legs, my little bunny. Mommy's going to play with that pretty pussy. I hope you are ready for me, because I am going to eat youย  alive." The timbre of Seonghwa's voice is deep, and the echo of his voice goes straight to your pussy. There's a heavy authority in his voice, and your legs start to move on their own, spreading even wider to please him.
And then you turn your attention to Seonghwa with all your might. Alpha is truly divine, not only in his face but also in his body; he is like a god, like art itself. Every curve of his lithe body is incredible, as is the diffuse glow of the candles licking at his golden caramel skin. You can't help but feel that you want to worship him with your lips and tongue. His cock, just as you imaginedโ€”thick, long, pressed against the plane of his stomachโ€”was hot and hard with seductively swollen veins. The thick knot at the base of it swelled, and you knew that it was going to get even bigger when the Alpha tied you up.
His bottomless, hypnotic eyes are constantly fixed on the wet folds of your cunt as it spreads open for him, a small hole through which clear fluid flows. His hands fall down to your ankles before he spreads your legs even wider, your feet pressed to the bed on either side of Hongjoong's hips. He slowly crawls between your legs, arching his back. You watch in fascination as his ass bounces. His fluffy tail slices lazily through the air with every move he makes. A strange mixture of wild animal and some kind of ancient deity, Seonghwa truly embodies the Alpha. When the Alpha gets incredibly close to you, you tilt your head to the side and expose your entire neck to him. This is a sign of complete submission and obedience. Everything about Seonghwa is dominant, and your instincts are in response to him with the snap of a finger.
Taking the opportunity, Hongjoong's lips are immediately on your neck, leaving more hickeys on your inflamed skin and sucking your scent gland into his mouth, nipping it lightly with his teeth. In an instant, a piercing meow escapes your lips, and you give a pitiful whimper. Sharp fangs claw at your flesh, the pain causing your cunt to clench in agony against nothing at all. When Seonghwa sees your cunt clenching and your narrow entrance trembling and oozing, he laughs wickedly. Long fingers run along the wet entrance of your pussy.
"Bunny, aren't you a real treat for the wolf, huh? Sweet, needy whore, Hongjoong is right; if we had known that all bunnis were such horny whores, we would have gotten ourselves a nice pet a long time ago. But now we have you, Princess. Look, your cunt is just begging to be filled with an Alpha cock." Seonghwa purred in a velvety voice, and you nodded your head stupidly at his words.
"Please, mommy, fill me. Fill your little bunny." You beg; the words sound so desperate. Hongjoong bites harder into your neck, not hard enough to tear the flesh, but just hard enough. The meaning of this is getting through to you; today they are going to mark you and mate you.
"A little more, and I'll take you." Seonghwa's purr is like needles tingling your skin.
His two fingers are plunging into your cunt, and your back is arching as you call out his name. He moves them lazily, stretching the walls of your cunt, his cock twitching in anticipation, and you salivate as you watch a thick, thick droplet pour out of the swollen red head and run down the velvet length. Your breathing becomes shallow, and you savour the slight pain of the pleasure you are feeling. Seonghwa's fingers spread the soft walls of your vagina as he played with your cunt. His thumb presses against your clit, rubbing it persistently, his fingers going all the way inside you, the silver rings scratching, but you love the feeling. You let out a high-pitched squeal, your bruised throat tightening as it sounded.
"This is right, darling; take everything we give you." Another one of his fingers enters you, three of them moving in a rhythmic way, making a squelching sound each time they pull out of you. In view of how wet you are, you stretch easily around his fingers, and Seonghwa purrs in approval. "The puppies will love you; you're so flexible, the perfect cocksleeve." He continues.
"Please tie me up. I want to feel your knot, mommy."
"Yeah? Do you want us to fuck you, angel? Do you want to have the feeling of our cocks deep in your belly? Hongjoong asks.
You nod, a sniffle escaping from your lips.
"Bunny, you're such a dirty slut; do you ache and leak when you think of your tight cunt being stretched around our knots while we breed you like our good bitch?" While his thumb rubs your clit in small, aggressive circles, Seonghwa's three fingers plunge into you.
"P-please, mommy, please..." You beg openly, sobbing as tears stream down your face, making you look incredibly attractive in the eyes of both Seonghwa and Hongjoong. A dark chuckle fills the air. Hongjoong's chest rises and falls with the sensual purr against your back; his cock twitches against your ass, the pre-cum oozing from the swollen head onto your back.
Hongjoong has both of his hands cupping your plump breasts, massaging them with his bejewelled hands; they are squeezing your swollen nipples roughly, tugging at the nipple buds, and continuing to scratch the skin on your neck with their teeth.
You can feel Seonghwa's fourth finger pressing down on your hole. God, his knot must be huge. As he slides four long fingers inside you, you let out a choked cry of pain and pleasure. Your cunt protests against the stretching; a searing pain stings your inner walls as you feel Seonghwa's fingers tearing at your entrance. Your small hands grab hold of his hips, the nails digging into his golden skin, leaving crescent-shaped indentations in his body as Seonghwa continues to push all four of his fingers deeper and deeper into you. As your mucus begins to leak profusely again, the walls of your entrance stretch around the four fingers, and he slides in easily.
"That's my good girl, so perfect for mommy." Alpha praises you.
Your toes curl up, sparks of bliss intertwined with pain, causing you to mew softly. Your hips sway weakly, your pussy clenching in reflex; as a result, his fingers penetrate you almost all the way to the base. Your back arched, and you moaned softly, causing both Alphas to giggle at the sound.
"You sound like a needy whore, furry. Weren't you the one who used to tell us that you were a good girl? Do good girls make sounds like that? Do good girls get their cunts stretched with four fingers, huh?" Hongjoong coos.
"I'm a good girl, really. I'm a good girl." You sob, sobbing and shaking. The long velour ears twitch, and the cotton tail tucks.
"I can't wait to feel that sweet pussy around my cock." Seonghwa moans, and all of a sudden his face is right in front of you, the lips just centimetres apart. "Give me a kiss, my little darling." The Alpha whispers to you, and you obey, completely mesmerised by his hypnotic black eyes.
Seonghwa's lips are unbelievably soft, insistent, and hot. When you kiss him, you still don't know what to do, but it doesn't matter at all because the Alpha's tongue is immediately in your mouth, circling around your own. There is a strange creamy taste on his silken appendage, and you realise it is youโ€”the taste of your own mucus mixing with the Alpha's saliva and flowing down your throat. He is kissing you so deeply and so passionately that you are completely stripped of any vestige of common sense.
Your small hand tentatively clasps Seonghwa's slender wrist as you feel your orgasm build up uncontrollably, leaving you teetering on the edge of a new euphoria. The orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, violent and sudden, your back arching and your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you are filled with ecstasy for the second time today. Your pussy clenches furiously around Seonghwa's fingers as he continues to caress your G-spot and intensify your pleasure, his lips continuing to kiss you non-stop.
"T-Too much." You moan into his gorgeous mouth, the words coming out slurred and weak, your tongue barely able to move from the sheer bliss that is washing over you. But the Alphas continue to torment you. Hongjoong viciously rubs your clit in tight circles while Seonghwa repeatedly stimulates the sweet spot deep inside you.
Immediately after the second orgasm comes the thirdโ€”your pussy tightens in pain as you are forced to experience a new wave of pleasure. Squealing loudly and moaning something unintelligible, your left hand grabs Seonghwa's wrist to stop his relentless movements, while the other scratches Hongjoong's thigh furiously. But this only excites the Alpha more, and he growls, a sexy sound that dances across your skin like a discharge of electricity. Seonghwa finally decides to have mercy on you and caresses your walls one last time before he pulls his fingers out of you. Your contracting soft walls are pulsating with constant stimulation, and it's painful but at the same time so incredibly good that you feel like you're floating. It's only a moment before you hear Hongjoong's insidious, sadistic voice whispering in your ear.
"Cum for daddy, angel, show me how you can squirt." A hard slap on your clit sends you over the edge the fourth time that night. As your body continues to convulse between them, the burning sensation on your clit causes powerful streams of cum to shoot from your swollen pussy and land on Seonghwa's chest. The Alphas groaned, and a wave of heavy, sweet pheromones filled the room, along with the sultry, thick flavours of bitter almond and pink pepper. The smell of sex is incredible, and if you could think right now, you would be embarrassed by the fact that this aroma is spreading throughout the house, literally soaking into the walls, driving the younger wolves crazy behind the closed door of Seonghwa's royal bedroom.
But you are too far away in your subconscious mind, too deeply immersed in the ocean of painful pleasure, to be able to think about it.
Hongjoong's arms wrap around your body, pressing you against his wet, heaving chest, his hands moving lightly over your body. Seonghwa follows his movements, crawling over you and kissing you with soft kisses as they both let you rest and return to your place.
Your body shakes from the all-consuming waves of pleasure, tears burning your eyesโ€”salty traces running down your face as you sob again and again, begging the Alphas to stop or to continue. You're not sure what you want more of. Breathing hard, your chest heaving, you slowly come back to reality. The sudden emptiness in your vagina makes you whimper pitifully. Your mating instinct urges you to keep at it until the Alphas have tied you up and claimed you, sinking their sharp fangs into your neck and marking you with their claim to you.
By now you know you must be completely exhaustedโ€”the energy in your body is completely drained by four powerful consecutive orgasms sweeping through your fragile body, yet your body still desperately craves the thick, hot Alpha cocks inside you. And you knew for sure that you would not be satisfied until you were spread out and tied up in knots and your belly was not swollen with a huge amount of their sperm. This is the way the anatomy and the consciousness of the bunny work; the whole of its life is dedicated to one thing and one thing only: sex and mating. And until your pussy is flowing with their sperm, your body and your instinct will continue to push you on and on and on until this need is completely satisfied. So you swallow what little self-respect you have left and whine pitifully, begging the alphas to take advantage of you.
"Knot me up. Please knot me up, mommy. I've been such a good girl. I deserve your knot." You beg, choking on your own words, sounding more like broken breaths than something coherent to say.
You buck your hips, the movement making you grind against Hongjoong's hard cock as it slides between the cheeks of your plump ass in the most delicious way, Seonghwa's heavy, velvety hardness pressing against the inside of your thigh.
"Fuck me, I need the Alphas to breed me, please." I need it so bad right now. "You ask again, and this time you use the most vulgar words that I have ever heard come out of your mouth.
"Oh my God, what a dirty mouth you have, bunny." Hongjoong says this in a mocking tone and runs the tip of his tongue along the pulsating vein in the back of your neck.
"Should we do that or not, fluffy, hmm? You're acting like a whore; tell me, Joong, are we going to fuck her if she behaves badly?" Seonghwa's sharp claws scratch lightly across your thighs, and you let out a groan. It is yet another humiliation for you, another mockery of your desperate state.
"Please, Seonghwa..." It is just this one word that changes absolutely everything. It seems as if the sound of your own name, which you utter, breaks all the self-control in the Alpha, and he lets out a deep, animal-like growl.
His bottomless, predatory eyes with a red tinge glide over you until he meets your gaze, and you are completely caught in his grasp. Behind you, Hongjoong purrs velvety with anticipation; he can feel it; the air is getting even thicker with the poisonously sweet pheromones of the main Alpha. Seonghwa kisses you again. The kiss is devilishly rough with an open mouth; it's more teeth and tongue than lips, but it seems that no one cares about precision and tenderness any more; primitive instincts are burning just below the surface of the skin. Your lips meet in a messy way, his tongue shoots out and slides together with yours, and you taste the remains of yours, which still drips from his lips and chin. After a few moments, he breaks the kiss, and, unable to resist, your tongue darts out and slides across his lips, finally doing what you've been thinking aboutโ€”licking his beautiful mouth. Seonghwa's pupils dilate, and his irises are almost completely engulfed in a vicious darkness at the erotic sight of you.
"You're mommy's princess, right, little bunny? Will you do anything for me?" Seonghwa moans, his lips brushing against yours with every word he utters. Then his fangs bite into your lower lip. He turns you over on all fours, almost like a rag doll, without waiting for you to answer.
The erratic tremors of your orgasm still shake your body, and you roll onto all fours, limbs trembling like your plump cotton tail. However, your remaining strength and sanity are almost taken away by the sight that appears before you. Hongjoong lies surrounded by luxurious pillows, his head thrown back slightly, his hair dishevelled in his face, looking at you with half-closed, lustful eyes under long, trembling lashes. Plump scarlet lips stretched into a crooked, cruel grin; his cock pressed proudly against his hard, sculpted stomach, pre-cum leaking from the pink head, glistening beads on his abs.
He beckons you with his fingers in a "come here" motion, his tongue outstretched, sliding lazily over the upper row of teeth. You are completely under his spell; your body is in a state of automatic movement. You slowly move closer to him, your hips swaying as you do so, tantalising Seonghwa as you go. You lift one of your legs and throw it over his hips, so that you are now sitting on top of him. Behind you, Seonghwa moans in a low voice as he looks down at your wet pussy.
Your whole body is swollen from him playing with you; your entrance is swollen and keeps twitching as if begging to be filled. Thick streams of your juices flow down, coating your thighs with wetness, and more of it flows down Hongjoong's dick, wrapping it in your arousal. His eyes narrow and darken as he watches your small, trembling hands grip Joong's shoulders and you press your pussy against his cock, using it as leverage to start grinding against his cock, coating its length with even more lubricant.
"That's it, angel; daddy is going to take care of you." Hongjoong purrs sultrily, the smug grin on his face getting wider and wider. He slaps you hard on your ass, and the pleasurable pain makes you press against his amazing body, your nails weakly scraping along the bulging pecs of his chest. "You'll sit on my dick like a good girl should, won't you, furry?" He grabs your hip with one hand, lifting you slightly, while his other grabs the base of his cock.
Rubbing the head between your folds, Hongjoong mixes your arousal. His thick pre-cum stains your lower lips, and your slick soaks his cock. A lewd humming escapes your lips as you feel his hot cockhead spreading your slit and your hips squirming as you try to ride him, your breath catching as his head presses against your aching cunt. Tired of his own teasing, Hongjoong takes hold of your hips with both of his hands before he begins to lower you down onto his cock.
Your trembling lower lip is caught between your bunny's teeth as you gnaw at the soft flesh and feel him filling youโ€”the pressure of his cock slowly stretching your soft, silken walls. Soon, the head of his cock begins to penetrate much deeper than Seonghwa's fingers had before, and you throw your head back in pleasure.
Inch by inch, he fills you, his thick cock spreading your tight, almost virginal cunt for him as Seonghwa watches you both, stroking his cock lazily at the lewd sight of your stretched, swollen labia. After long moments, Hongjoong is still buried inside of you; his thick cock seems to go on forever, and as you look down, your cunt throbs as you realise that he's only a little more than halfway inside of you. Your stomach begins to ache as he continues to plunge his cock into your pussy, and when he's three-quarters inside, your nails dig into the flesh of his shoulders, leaving long, angry red welts marring his skin, but he doesn't care; ripping his back open only makes him fuck you harder.
"Alphaโ€ฆ" Your piercing moan is heard.
"Is daddy's dick too big for you, angel? Can you handle the big, bad wolf's thick cock? Or should we start again and prepare you better?" He purrs, and the playful, wicked intonation in his voice can be clearly heard.
Breathing heavily, you lower yourself down on top of him in one smooth motion. The sudden penetration of his remaining cock makes you both gasp, your heads rolling back at the hard intrusion as you ache. Hongjoong hisses beneath you, his hips jerking as he is completely enveloped in your velvety warmth.
"Someone's impatient, aren't you, bunny?" Hwa purrs as he runs his claws down the length of your spine to the juicy curve of your ass. Seonghwa brushes the hair from your neck before planting a kiss on the sensitive flesh. "The princess has found a suitable throne for herself. Hasn't she? You'll be taking mommy's cock soon, darling, but in the meantime, Joong will prepare you well." The Alpha speaks, his voice ringing in your ears like melted honey. Hongjoong's eyelids flutter at the sensation of your silky walls pulsating around his thick length.
You are completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure of the hot, hard length of the Alpha pulsating inside of you. But Seonghwa continues to seduce you, his lips sliding along your bare shoulder and sharp teeth scratching your skin, and you know that by the end of this night, those teeth will have left their incurable mark on you.
Suddenly, he pulls away from you, and his hands fall to your hips in their place. He easily lifts you off Hongjoong's cock, and with his wolfish strength, he slams you back onto him, the wolf's thick cock slamming into your cervix. You are literally on the verge of a howl from the sudden, aggressive movement. Seonghwa lets out a purr of pleasure at the lustful sight of your tiny cunt stretched around Hongjoong's thick girth.
Below you, the Alpha gets fed up with all the attention he doesn't get and starts spanking you viciously. Your skin blooms with his handprint.
"Ride me, furry." The authority of his command is clear in his voice.
His fingers dig into your wounded thighs, Hongjoong guiding them the way he wants them to go, setting a hard and deep rhythm of motion. With each thrust, you feel his thick head brush against each of your nerve endings. The searing heat of lust burns through your bloodstream. You breathe hard, feeling every vein and ridge of his cock stretch along your tender walls. Hongjoong is used to getting what he wants, and he is so passionate about wanting to fuck you senseless that he digs his legs into the bed before he begins to thrust upward. His fingers squeeze your thighs until they bruise as he begins to fuck you as hard as only an Alpha wolf can fuck you. Your tits bounce with each powerful thrust as Hongjoong pounds you, his cock thrusting in and out of your cunt at a brutal pace, using you for his pleasure.
"Oh God, a-alpha..." You whimper, your words stuttering out with every thrust of his cock as it enters you. His pace is rough; Hongjoong is practically tearing your tight passage apart as he rams his massive cock into you, and with each thrust, you feel the thick head of his cock hitting your cervix. A deep pressure begins to build up at the entrance to your womb, and soon you begin to whimper in painโ€”a searing pain that pulsates through you from his rough movements. But in spite of your pain, your slutty little bunny nature is singing with delight.
"Good little bitch. So damn good for daddy." Hongjoong growls, his eyes turning bloody as his carnal instincts take over and his already rough thrusts somehow become even rougher. The nails are digging into your flesh as you are whimpering. With each of his powerful thrusts, his entire dick goes inside youโ€”from the head all the way to the base, where you can feel the swelling of its knot.
"My angel feels so goodโ€”so damn tight and so damn wet. A good little slut for her Alpha. I'm going to breed your pussy... I'm going to fuck you, bunny. Tie you up, make you saturated and full of my cum... My, bunny..." Hongjoong growls between his hard thrusts, each word making your skin flush with heat. You breathe heavily as you grind your hips against him.
"P-please fill me up, daddy. I want your knot." You whimper in response, and your words only elicit an animalistic growl from the two Alphas. There's a new pair of hands on your hips. Seonghwa does his best to stop you both.
Irritated by the sudden stop, Hongjoong growls at the Alpha in charge. A low growl comes from deep inside Seonghwa's chest, and for a moment his aura goes all wolfish, filling the room with sultry, overbearing pheromones that make you feel nauseous in the back of your throat and make your head spin. There is a lot of him, so much so that it feels like you can feel Seonghwa with every cell of your body. The feeling is almost painful, and you throw your head to the side and whine loudly in complete and utter submission.
"Know your place, Hongjoong." Seonghwa is frightening when he is angry, and you don't want to fall into his dark side at any time.
You whimper from all the Alpha energy, and it seems to break the tense atmosphere as the black-haired Alpha's aura softens and returns to normal. He turns his hypnotic, dark gaze on your trembling body.
"Mmmm, my little pet, mommy will never hurt you... as long as you are obedient, of course." His velvety voice is as caressing to your skin as his lips are to yours.
The tension is released as much as it can be, and you take a deep breath.
"Don't move, princess." This time, Hongjoong just nods, holding your hips in a death grip. As he moves in behind you, you feel Seonghwa's fingers teasing your stretched-out entrance, smearing your sweet-smelling lubricant all over it. Then he pushes two of his fingers inside your pussy.
Your smooth, soft walls stretch easily around his two long fingers as they slide right up to the edge of Hongjoong's dick. With a gasp of pleasure, you move your hips before pushing them back into his hand in an attempt to push his fingers even deeper. Seonghwa laughs darkly, the velvety sound washing over your skin along with his hot breath as he caresses your buttocks with one hand while the fingers of the other mercilessly stretch your hole. Sinking them all the way in, he rubs them against the walls of your vagina, the movement sending pleasure shooting up your spine like fire, before he pulls them apart, trying to stretch you even further.
"M-Mommy, please tie me up." You sound so desperate that Hongjoong's dick twitches inside of you, excited by the sound of it. The need to be filled with his cum and the need to be bred make your cunt ache and tighten up.
Seonghwa pulls his fingers out of you, and in their place, you feel him move in behind you, pressing his chest against the small of your back. God, he's so hot and smells so good. His pheromones are awfully sweet, so thick they're practically sticky. The smell of sex and black cherry makes your head spin and your tongue heavy. It feels like you're drunk. The soft palm of his hand presses against the small of your back as he pushes you roughly, forcing you forward onto Hongjoong, your heavy, milky breasts hanging over his face. From underneath, Hongjoong nuzzles his face into the lush, soft mounds of your breasts, purring in approval like a cat that has eaten cream, his hands spreading your juicy, plump buttocks for the main alpha to see.
"Fluffy, I'm going to fill you with my cock; I'm going to breed this little bunny." His voice is dark and silken, and you hear the dark promise in every sound he makes. Your cotton tail shrinks in fear, but at the same time, a thick stream of mucus flows out of your filled hole and runs down Hongjoong's cock and balls.
Seonghwa positions the head of his cock at the entrance of your vagina, just above the spot where Hongjoong is buried inside of you. At the moment when he starts to put pressure on you and tries to push himself into you, your muscles tighten automatically. The contraction makes Hongjoong let out a deep moan as the tight ring of muscles squeezes his cock like a velvet vice. But Seonghwa is not embarrassed by this; his dick is pressed against the already tense entrance all the time.
The moment you feel his thick, leaking head enter you, your walls burn with the pleasure of the sweet stretch. Your back arched, and you squealed, your long ears fluttering uselessly up to your head. Leaning forward, Seonghwa sinks his teeth into your shoulderโ€”not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make you start to cry. His huge cock continues to thrust into you, stretching the walls of your vagina to the breaking point. Despite the copious amount of slime leaking from your sweet entrance and the fact that Seonghwa had previously prepared your cunt with four fingers, you are still torn apart by his enormous girth, the stretch burning your soft walls and making you sob and choke on moans.
"I-I can't, Alpha. It's too. It hurts." You groan as you close your eyes and grab hold of the pillows on either side of Hongjoong's head. The Alpha throws his head back and lifts his beautiful face up to caress your nipples, mixing the pain with the pleasure even more. You would never have thought that you would find yourself in a position like this; not even in your most shameful fantasies and forbidden dreams would you have allowed yourself to think of such a thing. You are a gentle, obedient bunny, sandwiched between two deadly predators, begging for their cocks as if it were God's mercy.
What would the bunnies on your farm think? What would your mother think of you if she could see your tiny virgin cunt stretching around the massive cocks of the wolves as if you were made for it? But the thing that scared you the most and made you feel ashamed was that your bunny nature was in seventh heaven with happiness and joy.
"You are going to take everything the princess gives you; you are going to take my dick and say thank you; even if we have to rip this pussy to the point of bleeding, do you understand, bunny?" Hwa growls, and you can clearly hear the dominant order in the sound of it.
You have no other choice but to nod your head obediently and to submit to every wish of the predator.
Seonghwa continues to plunge into you, his thick and hard cock sliding inch by inch into your cunt that is already filled to the brim. With each passing second, you feel your walls being torn apart in pain by the length of his cock as his hot head penetrates your velvety depths. When he's halfway in, you moan softly and bury your face in Hongjoong's hair between his soft, snow-white ears. Inhaling his deep scent of pink pepper and chocolate, you let it wash over you. It is such a welcome comfort that you need it so much. You are sure that you will be torn in two if Seonghwa goes on like this.
You know that if you were to tell him to stop, he wouldn't do so. You remain silent, allowing him to continue to plunder your ravage with his monstrous cock, for despite the pain that shoots through your cunt, there is a torrent of unbridled pleasure underneath. It's a bit of a masochistic pleasure, but you enjoy it all the same.
All of a sudden, you feel Seonghwa push himself all the way into you, the thick knot pressing against your stretched-out entrance. The head of his cock hits the wall of your back and reaches up to the point where the head of Hongjoong's cock is pressing against the groove of your cervix. Seonghwa purred with pleasure as your walls clenched at the penetration.
"You're such a good bunnyโ€”the perfect sleeve for a cock. My precious little thing." The Alpha praises you; there is an animal intonation in his voice.
"The most beautiful bitch we've ever had." Hongjoong purrs from beneath you, his chest rumbling at the sound as he continues to lick and nibble at your nipples. His mouth fills with sweet, aromatic milk. "I've never thought of church girls as my type, but darling, I've enjoyed fucking your pussy."
"So good. You took both our cocks, princess." Seonghwa moans and leaves hot, open-mouthed kisses on your neck, where he will soon bite. "And you are going to take both of our knots as well; you are going to do it, right? Are you going to take the knots of both of your alphas in your little cunt, just like mommy tells you to?"
Your tongue feels so heavy in your mouth and your lips are so uncomfortably dry that you can barely manage to utter a single coherent word, but you are too afraid to disobey Seonghwa.
"Yes, yes, I will take both of your knots. I will be the best bunny in the world for you."
Both of them freeze inside you for a moment, enjoying the velvety heat of your pussy and waiting for you to get used to the huge size of their girth as they open you up. The room is filled with the sounds of hoarse breathing, low purring, and your squeaking. But you can hear distant scratching and breathless moaning coming from behind the closed door of Seonghwa's royal bedroom. The door shakes a few times, as if someone is trying to rip it off its hinges, and then everything freezes once more, plunging the bedroom into a silent, stuffy atmosphere of sex and lust.
The burning sensation from the dilation soon begins to fade. It disappears until only a slight twinge of pain remains as pure euphoria begins to take over. You move your hips gently, squeezing your sensitive walls, the whore inside you humming as you feel unbelievably filled.
Seonghwa's lips slide over your skin, smearing saliva and licking and biting you, leaving his possessive marks all over your body. Meanwhile, Hongjoong takes your nipple in his mouth and brushes his teeth over the hardened tip of it as he sucks hard on your breast. Your mouth opens with a soft moan. The stimulation is overwhelming; it's like you're stuck between living and dying. Your body feels light and boneless, like a doll, and your head is completely empty. They have completely fucked the shit out of your brain, and the pressure of their thick, swollen knots tells you that the best is yet to come. They stuff you with their knots until your belly is swollen with a huge amount of cum, and you swallow, remembering how much Hongjoong cum in your mouth. You can almost feel the thick liquid running down your oesophagus.
At that very moment, you feel Seonghwa pull away from you, his cock dragging along Hongjoong's, before he slams into you again with all his might.
You are almost choking on your scream; your eyes are rolling back into the back of your head, and your whole body is shaking. This movement is the only warning you have, because almost immediately they start to ram their cocks into you again. They grind you between their bodies like a doll, controlling your hips as they wish and driving their cocks into you. With each thrust, Seonghwa's teeth become sharper against your skin. They warn you of the Alpha's impending bite.
Their pace is unnatural; neither of them can catch the rhythm of the other, which only adds to your pleasure. Your body twitches and shakes from their sharp, stuttering thrusts. With each thrust, they plunge their cocks as deep as they can into you, their hips pressing against yours and their swollen, dripping cockheads hitting the back walls of your vagina. Each time you feel your toes curl in pleasure, Their brutal thrusts create a strong pressure in the pit of your stomach, and you fall limply on top of Hongjoong, letting them pound into you, their cocks thrusting mercilessly into you over and over again. Seonghwa's soft palm presses against your belly, pressing against the bulge that their cocks are forming inside of you.
"All of it is mine!" His growl is so animalistic and possessive that it makes your prey instincts start to panic. Instinctively, you squeeze together, your pussy spasming around their cocks. Your brain is torn apart by pleasure, fear, and pain. You do not know what to focus on. It drives you almost so far into subspace that you practically lose the ability to speak, and all you can make are inarticulate, primitive sounds.
Their stuttering pace doesn't last long, and they soon find their rhythmโ€”Hongjoong pulling out of you and Seonghwa pushing in, each time hitting the most sensitive part of you. Their new, brutal pace makes your eyes roll back into your skull, and your cunt is filled by at least one of their cocks with each thrust. Their hips press against yours, and you hiss with pleasure as the Alphas take it in turns to slam into you, using your pussy as a sleeve for both of their cocks. A mixture of wanton desire and ecstatic bliss is running through your blood; your veins are boiling with pleasure, and you are sure that you are going to go mad with euphoria. Their cocks are filling you all the time and do not give you a break from the lustful ecstasy.
What they do to you can hardly be called sex; rough, animalistic, primitive mating is a more accurate description of what they do.
"So fucking tight, daddy will fill you with his cum." The Alpha moans under you, his sweat-soaked bangs clinging to his demonically beautiful face, his lips bitten so hard that drops of blood appear on the soft flesh. His eyes are wild and dark, like the bottom of hell itself, and it scares the hell out of you.
Seonghwa sinks his teeth into your neck more and more aggressively, his teeth marks cutting into your flesh as he goes. His claws have long since torn through the plush, plump flesh of your thighs to the point where you are bleeding.
"You are my bunny. You belong to me alone, and I will breed you. I will fuck you day and night until there is no other thought in your head but me and your belly is swollen with my cum. You will always be full. You will walk around the whole fucking house, dripping cum all over your pretty legs, so that every fucking person in this house will know that you are mine.".
You know that they're both on the verge of orgasm, their cocks pulsating inside you, the knots becoming more and more obvious with each thrust and clinging painfully to your used, swollen hole. Your whole body is bouncing from the sheer force of the thrusts of their cocks. Your consciousness is completely lost in the haze of orgasm that is on the horizon. Suddenly, both of the Alphas are slamming into you at the same time, their cocks causing your walls to stretch out around their girths.
You squeal at the sensation: Seonghwa's cock pressing against Hongjoong's against your soft walls, the flesh above your womb swelling, and the thick outline of their cocks bulging against your abdominal skin. The bulge is pushed into your womb by Seonghwa's hand. You let out a hiss of burning pleasure.
As the Alpha's hand continues to press against your swollen bellyโ€”the soft flesh of your inner walls pulsating around itโ€”a dry sob escapes your lips and tears sting your eyes. Your veins burn with pleasure, spikes of white-hot heat shooting down your spine all the way to the tips of your toes. As you feel their knots begin to thicken, your tear-stained eyes widen in fear. As you feel both of their knots begin to swell, a sharp wail of pain escapes from your throat as your eyes begin to close as your already stretched walls begin to stretch even further. Their pace becomes heavy and slow, thrusting so deep and hard that you swear you can taste their cocks as they thrust. The powerful movements of their hips cause their knots to press against your entrance, thick, knotted bulges threatening to penetrate you as they move. Suddenly you scream loudly, your back arching violently as part of their knots are pushed into your vagina.
"O-oh God, Alpha, that hurts. You're going to tear me apart." A mixture of pain and pleasure runs through you as another inch of their swollen flesh enters you.
"You can take this." Hongjoong growls in response.
"Your body has been made for us, my little bunny. You will take mommy and daddy's knot and thank us. Just like a good obedient slut should do when her masters tie her pussy." Seonghwa continues.
"Please..." You beg hoarsely, your voice straining against your sore throat, both because you were screaming and because Hongjoong's cock roughly fucked it earlier.
Both Alphas continue to pound into you, and suddenly you feel Hongjoong pressing harder against your cervix, your eyes widening as he presses against the tight groove, trying to push his knot into you.
"No! No... Alpha, please. I can't... Daddy don't..." You whimper, but all words die on your lips as you suddenly feel the head of his cock opening up your cervix, soft flesh enveloping the head of Hongjoong's cock as he somehow manages to push his knot into you.
Squealing in euphoria, jolts of pain coursing through your body as your cervix and cunt open up around the Alpha's monster cock, you suddenly fall over the edge of pleasure as your orgasm ricochets through you. Hongjoong's knot is already inside you, and Seonghwa slams his hips into you extra hard, forcing the rest of his own knot into you. With both of their knots safely inside you and the head of Hongjoong's cock still pressed against the opening of your cervix, your eyes roll back in your head as you cum furiously. Your whole body is shaking in convulsions, your toes curling up, the silky walls clenching in a vice around their members, and you are crying from how painful and delicious it is at the same time. Before their cocks swell, throbbing furiously as they begin to cum simultaneously, a dark, animal growl is the only sound you hear. Thick, hot sperm flows into you in viscous streams. Through the hazy haze of orgasm, you feel their warmth filling your insides. It paints your complexion white with their essence.
"You are mine, little bunny." Seonghwa's voice is like the song of an angel, luring you into the depths of hell. His gorgeous, sensual lips stretch across your skin, revealing sharp fangs. A second later, they dig into your flesh with such fury and force that your skin tears like a petal, and hot blood fills his mouth and flows down your body.
The pain is blinding; it feels as if your whole body has been immersed in boiling water and then in ice-cold water. The contrast of sensations is so striking that for a second you forget how to breathe. Your mouth opens in a silent scream, your eyes roll back into the back of your head, and your body freezes in place as if it were paralysed. Seonghwa swallows your blood greedily, his tongue flicking over each of the deep bulges that have now been permanently etched into your skin. Hongjoong throws her head back and howls solemnly in praise of her Alpha, a sound echoed by the shrill and deafening howls of the puppies crowded outside the bedroom door.
Simultaneously, your walls tighten around their cocks, your battered pussy milking them for all they're worth. A few long moments later, their sperm is still pouring out with vigour, and your eyes close in helplessness as you take in all that they are giving you. The two knots of their cocks are blocking your entrance; their sperm is unable to pour out of you. Stay safely inside your body. Your belly begins to swell, and your flesh is soaked with their cum. Speechless from all these sensations, you lose all sense of reality and allow the Alphas to do whatever they want to you. It's unlikely that you'll be able to get out any time soon; their thick knots won't loosen up for a while yet, and you can't tell how long it will takeโ€”maybe an hour, maybe the whole night. You also know that even after their exit from your body, Seonghwa will fuck you again on his own in order to mate with you again, this time as a legal partner.
Your tiny body is completely broken, your consciousness is lost in a deep, euphoric subspace, and you are completely unaware of what is going on around you. Somehow they manage to change your position; you are lying on your side between them as their bodies wrap around you, and the knots are still swollen and tied up in your pussy. You are still drunk, in a post-orgasmic haze, your chest heaving as it tries to quell the burning sensation in your lungs. Your body is still tense, and you are trembling in the arms of the Alphas.ย 
The Alphas are purring around you, their fingers and lips exploring your skin.
From time to time, Seonghwa moans into your ear in a velvety sound. The Alpha is full and satisfied; he has got what he wantedโ€”his very own sweet bunny. Hongjoong licks the last of the tears from your cheeks, and his claws draw an intricate pattern on your shoulder as you fall asleep.
Through the heavy haze of sleep, you can hear the door to the bedroom open and the soft whispering of voices inside. A mix of different smells hit you, but you couldn't tell them apart, balancing on the edge of dreaming. The bed is sagging under the weight of someone else, as flexible bodies are crawling onto it.
"How could she take you? She's so tiny." There is genuine concern in the voice.ย 
"Can the bunny play with us too?"ย 
"I want to play with the bunny."
"Well, well, my little one, don't worry. The bunny will be able to play with you, and even more, she will play with all of us."
Seonghwa says it in a patronising way next to your ear. His lips linger on the pulsating, blood-red imprint of his teeth on the nape of your neck.
"Take care of her, boys. Bunny has a long night ahead.
Before you fall over the edge into a deep pit of dreams, this is the last you hear. That, and the feeling of several pairs of hot, wet lips as they kiss your naked skin.
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The Way to His Heart [Spinoff Masterlist]
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Pairing: general!Seonghwa x wife!reader โ†ช The Way to His Heart [Main Story]
โŒˆYou're advised to read the spinoffs according to the sequence below, the stories have already been arranged in chronological order.โŒ‹
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Pairing: private investigator!Wooyoung x courtesan!reader โ†ช Teaser | Part 1 | Part 2 [Completed]
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Pairing: dressmaker!Hongjoong x noblewoman!reader โ†ช Teaser | Part 1 | Part 2 [Completed]
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Pairing: physician!Yunho x herbalist!reader โ†ช Teaser | Part 1 | Part 2 [Completed]
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Pairing: royal secretary!San x female scholar!reader โ†ช Teaser | Part 1 | Part 2 [Completed]
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Pairing: military strategist!Mingi x royal physician!reader โ†ช Teaser | Part 1 | Part 2 [Completed]
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Pairing: assistant!Jongho x new maid!reader โ†ช Teaser | Part 1 | Part 2 [Completed]
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Pairing: prince!Yeosang x princess!reader โ†ช Teaser | Part 1 | Part 2 [Completed]
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