#seungwoo fic

[slytherinshua]

TEXTS WITH VAMPIRE BF VICTON

genre. fluff. crack. smau. warnings. blood and vampire stuff lol. my bad humour. maybe a tiny bit suggestive?? biting...? a little bit of angst in byungchan's. bats as well... just basically every vampire thing you can think of lmao. pairing. ot7 victon x reader (separate). a/n. this is all because of @haecien and our vampire bartender seungwoo delusions... now here i am doing everyone :D

SEUNGWOO

SEUNGSIK

HEOCHAN

SEJUN

HANSE

BYUNGCHAN

SUBIN

↳ victon taglist: @yeonjuns-redhair,, @skz-minchan-enthusiast,, @edensgardenn,, @cyberpunksunwoo

[chanyouchan]

⌕ andorinha o peito

⚠ em caso de inspiração, me credite.

📆 03/06/23 | ✎ @mnini (psd)

[snoos-tattoos]

@faceglitchsworld @serendipminie

I'm weak.

[chanis-banani]

Forget Seungwoo, you two are now my no.1 nemeses.

The Dock of the Bay (m)

Pairing: Han Seungwoo x fem!reader

Summary: The night is beautiful, the water is fine, and you aren’t afraid of anything. Except maybe getting caught.

Word Count: ~3k

Tags/Warnings: mature content (minors dni), skinny-dipping, pwp, established relationship, they’re both brats your honor

Author’s Note: @chanis-banani eat my ass <3

You’d never admit it, especially not to him, but Han Seungwoo deserves full marks for this date.

He sent you a link this afternoon to a restaurant for a type of food you’d never tried before, stating a time later that night and “be there”. You responded with the middle finger emoji for the bossiness, to which he replied “they’ve got your favorite whiskey and I just got paid, so it’s on me”. You immediately replied with the halo emoji, then “yes sir” and a wink. He said “thought so, little brat” and indulged your ensuing indignance.

Ghanaian food, it turns out, is absolutely delicious. You’re not sure why they have your whiskey there, since it isn’t Ghanaian, but maybe it’s just that the restaurant is local. One of the guys from Seungwoo’s pickup footie team comes out from the kitchen to say hey and offers you both another round on him, so you’re pleasantly buzzed by the time the two of you exit into the warm evening.

You love the way urban places are at night, and you think Seungwoo must know it. You love the way the temperature mellows, the way all the street lamps and storefront signs create a comforting glow in the dark. People are still out, but with less of a hurry or end goal, enjoying the same thing you are.

Seungwoo ends up guiding you both to the waterfront to meander along the boardwalk. Things are alive out here, hopping with snack vendors and entertainers and game booths. Seungwoo offers to try and win you a prize at a game, something he knows you’ll roll your eyes at him for (when has he ever been known for gentlemanly chivalry?) and he laughs when you do just that.

You do indulge in a fortune teller together, just for kicks and giggles, and the woman reads your palms. You’re pretty sure she’s besotted with Seungwoo, because she says something generic about you and then says, “careful with this one. He’s trouble. The good kind” about Seungwoo, with a wink.

You cross your eyes at him when he waggles his eyebrows at you.

He catches you staring out at the water a few times before taking your hand and suggesting you both go down to the shoreline. You both step over a low-hanging chain holding a “Closed: No Visitors Allowed” sign on it and ditch your socks and shoes nearby, wandering barefoot in the sand.

Your whiskey buzz from before has worn off, but the warmth of it has lingered in your blood, kept everything around you lovely. Even Seungwoo. You find yourself staring at him as he scours the shoreline for skipping rocks. The reflection of the moon on the water lighting his face, the breeze off the water ruffling his hair, gives him an unfairly ethereal aura. Unfair because his demeanor is never, ever ethereal; why should he get to look the part?

He tries to teach you how to skip rocks, finding more underneath a large, empty fishing pier farther down the shoreline. You learn to copy his stance and the flick of his wrist perfectly, but nothing ever skips. You don’t like him besting you in things, so to distract him you grab the hem of your shirt and peel it up and over your head.

Seungwoo’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline.

“Is it my birthday?” He teases, gaze trailing over your newly exposed skin.

You roll your eyes and try to ignore the way his gaze makes your skin feel hot. You feign nonchalance as you half-fold your shirt and set it aside to reach behind you and unclasp your bra. “I want to go skinny-dipping.”

“What, here? Now?” He glances up and down the shoreline, then above your heads at the silent fishing pier above you.

You smile and turn your back to him teasingly, nudging your bra straps off your shoulders and removing it. “Why not? Too scared to join me?”

“Could get caught.”

You grin at him over your shoulder. “Isn’t that part of the fun?”

“Your definition of fun is interesting,” he says, but he’s grinning, too.

You turn back to your task and laugh when you hear the rustle of his own clothing.

He’s done faster than you, not bothering to be neat and leaving his clothes haphazard on the sand. You turn and watch him wade into the water as you finish folding your jeans, silently admiring his back muscles and what little ass he has to speak of while he can’t see you doing it.

He turns back in waist-deep water when you start wading in after him. He watches you with lazy heat, gaze trickling down your body from head to toe with unashamed lust.

You keep wading and fold your arms across your chest, fully aware it makes your tits look good and pretending you have no idea. “Staring is rude.”

“Uh huh,” he says absently, staring anyway. You can feel his gaze like a hand on your skin, especially when he lingers below your navel.

You kick at the water and splash him. He coughs in surprise, hands lifting and wiping the water from his face up into his hair.

“Perv,” you say lightly, smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.

His grin is wolfish when you come to a stop in front of him.

“It was your idea to swim naked in public and I’m the perv?”

He makes a compelling argument, but you’ll never admit it, so you splash him again.

He laughs and reaches out lightning-fast to catch your wrist before you can splash him a third time, grinning when your attempts to pull it free go in vain.

“Easy, little firecracker,” he murmurs, wading backwards into deeper water, pulling you with him.

You splash him with your free hand, and he grins and ducks fully underwater, letting go of you entirely. A moment later, you shriek as a hand on your ankle yanks you under, too.

You emerge, spluttering, a few seconds later to a grinning Seungwoo, rivulets of water flowing from his hair.

“Not fair,” you protest.

“Cry about it,” he suggests, biting his lip and splashing you full in the face before diving away.

You give chase, the two of you splashing and giggling and swimming farther out underneath the pier. You end up piggybacking him when the water becomes too deep for you to stand upright, and his hands settle under your knees, thumbs rubbing little circles into your skin.

You hook your ankles together around his front, and they brush faintly against a little thatch of hair low on his belly, and a smooth hardness.

You grin and hide your face in the crook of his neck. “Isn’t the fear of getting caught being publicly indecent supposed to kill libido?”

He sighs as you begin sucking a mark into his skin.

“Tell that to the body part of yours radiating a thousand degrees against my tailbone right now,” he says.

He makes another compelling argument, but you once again don’t want to admit it, so you suck a little harder at the spot on his neck.

He manhandles you around before you can protest until you’re piggybacking him from the front. Even in the dark beneath the pier, you can make out the smile on his face, one that feels especially fond. You love it, and it also makes some feeling in your chest squirm a little, so you lean in and kiss him before you have to think much about it, before he can say something dumb and ruin it.

He sighs and runs his hands up your thighs and hips, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you firmly against him. It’s different to kiss him like this, your mouths slick from swimming, naked bodies weightless and brushing into each other with the gentle swell of the water. You could easily get addicted to it. He’s an infuriatingly good kisser, as always, no other way to describe it but as somehow kissing you with his whole body. Every inch of him is into you, invested in the teasing, openmouthed kisses he’s engulfing you in, and maybe you were thinking of getting him to do exactly this, and that’s why you’re hot and bothered.

You get so lost in the building heat of kissing him that you make a noise of surprise when your back bumps up against something. Seungwoo only kisses you harder, one hand leaving your back to brace against whatever you’re leaning against—one of the posts holding up the pier, you realize—and the other guiding you closer to him. He grinds his hips into the scorching warmth of yours, unhurried, the water making the glide smooth. You both groan into one another’s mouths at the feeling. Your fingernails instinctively dig into his shoulders, both for purchase and in appreciation for the slow, hard way he’s grinding just right along your clit.

His mouth leaves yours and begins sucking a path of leisurely, biting kisses along your jawline. One of his hands weaves into your hair, angling your head so he can continue trailing the wet kisses down your neck. You can hear the swell of your racing pulse in your ears, the way each breath you take comes a little quicker, a little shallower. Lust shimmers under your skin, lighting up under his other hand, now coasting stealthily down the front of your body.

You moan and thump your head back against the post when he cups you firmly between your legs. Fuck, you need this. He lifts his head and covers your mouth with his again, kissing the breath out of you until your head is spinning and your body is aching for more of him. His pace is still deliberate and measured, fingertips massaging slowly up and down the swollen, parted opening of your body. You wriggle your hips, working to get him to touch the places that yearn to be petted most.

His hand tightens in your hair, securing you in place. You feel him smile into your mouth before he nips at your lower lip.

“Be good and hold still,” he murmurs, lips trailing along the water-slick curve of your jaw and brushing over your ear, “or I’ll make you wait longer to get what you need.”

Ugh. You huff out an exasperated breath. He always does this, always ruins a perfectly nice thing by challenging you to “be good” in some annoyingly pliant way. Be good, hah. What if he just gave you what you wanted when you wanted it, for a change? Would it injure his ego that much?

You grin and squirm in his hold, trying to snap your legs shut, but he’s right between them and won’t budge. Determined now, you keep fidgeting against him, trying to get away, fighting not to give him the satisfaction of teasing you. He lets go of your hair and grabs at your hip, trying to keep you in place, but the slippery nature of being submerged in water works against him and you slip free. You dive aside with a laugh, Seungwoo hot on your tail.

The two of you wrestle with one another, the water thrashing into choppy, bubbly little waves around you. Your mistake is letting him corral you into deeper water, where you don’t have the leverage of the ground. After another brief struggle, Seungwoo succeeds in pinning your arms immobile behind you, your back to his front. You strain your legs for the ground, pointing your toes and slicing them through the water below for purchase, but you can’t find it. In the end, you have to settle your feet against his shins just to keep your chin above the water.

Seungwoo is panting hard but grinning in triumph against your temple. He tsks at you.

“All that just for wanting to give you a nicer orgasm,” he says. “Amazing we didn’t attract any attention.”

Your body betrays you, thrilling back to life when his hand not securing you in place slides down your front again.

You gasp wildly, nearly choking on the water around you, when his fingers part you with ease and two of them sink inside you all the way to the knuckle.

Seungwoo’s smirk drifts from your temple to the shell of your ear. “Better keep quiet or someone might hear.”

You open your mouth to tell him just what you’d make them hear, just as his fingers crook inside of you roughly, right into a spot so sensitive you can’t think straight. You make a choked, gurgling noise, panting and fighting to keep your wits about you as he keeps massaging his fingertips right into that spot.

He chuckles, sucking a kiss to your earlobe, before snapping his wrist and fucking his fingers into you sharply. You moan out, conflicted between the desire to ruin his plans and the desire for him, for this. You try experimentally to wriggle away from him, failing.

“Mmmm,” he coos, building a steady but harsh pace. “Can’t move. Can’t struggle. So good and obedient for me.”

Horny rage floods your mind at “obedient”. How dare he? You lift a foot away from his leg to kick him, but you only lose your balance and slip sideways. His hand stays exactly where it is, meaning you fall hard into the thrust of his fingers. A desperate moan punches out of your chest against your will.

He makes it worse and grinds his palm hard into your clit, sparks of pleasure threatening to weaken your muscles.

“If you wanted it harder you could’ve asked,” Seungwoo purrs, and you can hear his grin.

“Oh f-fuck you—ah!”

You scramble to re-balance your feet against his shins as he picks up a harder pace. God. Fuck. Every rough thrust of his fingers is delicious, maddening. You can hear yourself laboring for breath over the gentle lap of the water, and then, worse—the distant murmur of voices.

Seungwoo finally releases your arms and covers your mouth, tilting your chin up an inch. You grasp up at his shoulders to keep yourself upright in the water as he takes another step deeper.

He presses your body firmly back against his, mouth at your ear again.

“Keep quiet unless you want them to hear how I make you come.”

And then he starts fingerfucking you harder than before. Your eyes roll back into your head; holy shit, that’s perfect, that’s so infuriatingly perfect. Fuck, it’s not fair. Footsteps continue closer from the shore end of the pier, and you bite down hard on your tongue to stifle all the pitiful noises you want to make. God, you want to be mad at him for this, but the threat of being discovered is only sending a spike of heat down your spine.

Seungwoo, for the brutal pace he’s setting, is keeping surprisingly quiet. Being further submerged in the water has kept any movement of his arm from making splashes. This hardly seems fair. Too easy for him. You let go of one of his shoulders and fumble behind you, down low on his torso, towards the solid protrusion pressed against your back.

You hear Seungwoo’s breath stutter as you wrap your hand around him and pump, attempting to keep pace with how his fingers are drilling into you. He thrusts sharply into that little sensitive patch inside of you in warning. You work desperately to keep pumping even as the pleasure fogs your mind. He startles you and bites down hard on your neck beneath your ear, muffling the quietest of moans into your skin.

The footsteps, as well as muffled voices, linger in place from down the pier. Your mind feels hazy, too many things to focus on at once—keeping yourself above water, keeping yourself quiet, despite your neck slowly bruising under Seungwoo’s mouth, your hand faltering over his cock, your intimate muscles gradually clamping into a vise around his unrelenting fingers. It’s so good, everything feels so good, he’s hitting the perfect spot over and over again just as rough as you like it, and fire is beginning to creep up the backs of your legs and into your stomach, euphoric heat stoking into a full flame, it’s perfect, just like that, right there—

You don’t realize he’s yanked his hand out from between your legs until it’s too late. You gape, entire body wracked with orgasmic shudders as you clamp down and down and down on nothing, nothing at all. Holy shit. Fuck. You gasp as quietly as you can for air, desire aching inside of you in unfulfilled disappointment. As the haze of lust slowly begins to dissipate, a whole different kind of fire begins to burn in your gut. Dipping your face down into the water, you scream in utter rage.

You feel Seungwoo smile against your neck.

The voices and the footsteps have retreated back down the pier and into the night. For a long moment, the two of you float there together, catching your breath.

Seungwoo speaks up first, letting go of you.

“Should’ve listened and let me give you the nice orgasm, huh?”

You turn to him, incredulous, and see the bastard grinning.

“I,” you say, with surprisingly even calmness, “am going to fucking kill you for that.”

The water is throwing little sparkles into his eyes, gleaming in amusement.

“Well…to kill me, you’d have to catch me first.”

And then his hands come down on your shoulders, dunking you beneath the surface.

In the tranquil quiet under the water, you take a moment to plot his demise. When your head breaks the surface again, he’s already swimming for shore. You give chase, and despite your righteous indignation at the ruined orgasm, you feel yourself grin.

As much as you hate to admit it…Han Seungwoo is knocking it out of the park with this date. And you’re going to make him pay for it.

[dollzites]

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welcome to my blog! I hope you enjoy your stay ㅤ♡

here you’ll be able to read any type of headcannon, imagine, short fic, thoughts, and feelings about your favorites. whether they’re in a k-pop group, kmovie, or drama! I’ll be here to support your fantasies.

she/her! my name is myeong and I’m from korea! I’ve always loved to write and I’m happy to be sharing my work with everyone from around the world! I hope my english will be good enough since I’ve been learning from a younger age. I’m so excited for this blog!! 🤍

ʚɞ groups that I write for!

bts skz tbz svt p1harmony riize⁷ enhypen treasure ateez exo nct txt bigbang⁴ 2pm oneus ikon monsta x sf9 vav got7 shinee victon — if I have forgotten any then I’ll update this post! do recommend me groups ㅤ♡ ㅤ

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ʚɞ actors that I write for!

lee jongsuk ji changwook lee byunghun cha eunwoo lee dongwook jung haein nam joohyuk kang haneul kim soohyun gong yoo woo dohwan song kang lee dohyun rowoon hwang inyeop yeo jingoo lee jaewook lee soohyuk lee jehoon choi wooshik jang kiyong wi hajoon byeon wooseok ahn bohyun nam dareum park jihoon choi hyunwook sung joon kim jihoon nam yoon su cho seungwoo park sunghoon moon sangmin shin seungho lee sangyi park bogum — do let me know if I’ve missed any of your favorites! ㅤ♡

ʚɞ I will also be writing for any kdrama characters! right now this is a blog strictly for male idols and actors but I’ll soon be open to write for female idols and actresses when I become more comfortable with my writing and this blog! I hope you can understand and thank you ㅤ♡

requests are open! but not only requests but questions, thoughts, and feelings about a favorite group of yours, solo artist, or kdrama/kmovie you’ve seen. what you’ll see here is a lot of headcannons, drabbles, and I’ll soon introduce chapter stories later on. so.. let’s have some fun, yeah? talking about our favorites and reading some great stuff about them! I’m so excited to meet you all.

masterlist!

[chanis-banani]

★ smut

♡ fluff

♥︎ somewhere in between

•.°○•☆.•♡•.☆•○°.•

A.C.E

★ - dominant headcanons

★ - Byeongkwan: so good for me (±2.1k words)

E'LAST

★ - friends with benefits headcanons

♡ - Rano: Surprise? (±1.3k words)

KINGDOM

♡ - Arthur/Mujin/Jahan: boyfriend headcanons

♡ - Mujin: king of cherry blossoms (±600 words)

P1Harmony

♡ - Keeho: comforting headcanons

♥︎ - Theo: Can I rub your belly? (±1k words)

♡ - Jiung: hiking together (±700 words)

★ - Jiung: Pretty Please (±3k words)

♡ - Intak: stargazing (±300 words)

SF9

★ - submissive headcanons

♥︎ - making out with them (headcanons)

THE BOYZ

♥︎ - Juyeon: To your Avalon (±3.2k words)

VICTON

★ - submissive headcanons

♥︎ - making out with them (±600 words each)

♡ - Seungsik: first night together (±1.2k words)

★ - Seungsik: first night together pt.2 (±1.7k words)

♡ - Seungwoo: Reply - part 1 (±3.4k words)

★ - Seungwoo: The Dock of the Bay (±3k words)

> ((not my fic!! my friend wrote it for me))

WOODZ

★ - dirt on my leather (±3.7k words)

♥︎ - you can't stop me, sucker (±1k words)

★ - mirror mirror, above the bed (±5k words)

♡ - Lullaby (±2.9k words)

•.°○•☆.•♡•.☆•○°.•

[diverseinsertknet]

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[serendipminie]

Mutual award challenge

According to a post I saw, it’s the season for the challenge to give random stupid awards to your mutuals and it seemed fun so here I am!

🏆🤡 Award for being a complete clown over Rano goes to @ranotonin

🏆🪶Award for loving Kim Wooseok almost as much as I do goes to @faceglitchsworld

🏆🌿Award for being run over by Han Seungwoo’s lawnmower the most times goes to @certified-mujin-simp

🏆💗Award for having the best taste in girl groups goes to @jongside

🏆✨ Award for having the best blog aesthetic goes to @seohosincerely

🏆💘 Award for being a generally well-rounded human being goes to @dgtn

🏆😎 Award for being the most chill mutual goes to @koomiyah

🏆📖 Award for rewriting her wip so many times I’ve lost count goes to @ko0l-k1dd0

🏆🌊 Award for making me cry with her fics goes to @nocturnehelli

🏆🤣 Award for an elite sense of humour goes to @buckyl3

I expect an acceptance speech from all of you 😂

Feel welcome to make lists of your own!!

Maybe I'll get some stupid awards too haha~

[strawberrickys]

here is my current (august 2024) stan AND bias list!! feel free to send requests about any group on here, whether its just talking about them or sending fic requests (or anything else, really !! I am on a break from writing but if you just wanna talk about them I'll answer pretty quick ❤️) this is NOT in any specific order by the way.

trendz - havit + ra.l

wei - ot6 (yongha ult)

onlyoneof - nine

bae173 - muzin, doha + formerly dohyon

kingdom / the kingdom - mujin

e'last - wonjun (I'm practically ot8 PLEASE spare me 😭)

epex - baekseung + keum (i'm not caught up with them yet, im an album or two behind)

younite - eunsang + dey

onewe - ot5 (cya/giuk ult)

xdinary heroes - gaon

tnx / the new six - hwi

treasure - haruto, yoshi, jihoon, hyunsuk + junkyu (help me)

mcnd - win (i have NOT listened to the x10 album yet)

lucy - yechan (also not caught up with them, last album I heard was childhood, but I listened to unbelievable)

disbanded / not active

victon - seungwoo + hanse

x1 - ot11?? (I biased so many of them I may as well be)

1the9 - jinsung

ciipher - keita + sungwon

hoppipolla - hyunsang (현상)

to1/too- jisu, woonggi, jerome/sungmin + jaeyun

[slytherinshua]

Guess who was reading our old vampire victon fics...

Zanna when I catch you....

oh...

[serendipminie]

@certified-mujin-simp

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[bearseokie]

Until the Next (M) | seungwoo

Strangers, fear, and death around every corner, the borderland is no place for the weak. You have made it this far without scars, and aren't stopping yet. But when an outlandish man risks his life to save you outside of a game, you’re forced to remember that people weren't always bad and connections can be lethal in such a dark world.

DETAILS — [ 18+ | fic | 11k ] PAIRING — seungwoo x gender-neutral! reader GENRES — alice in borderland! au, thriller, romance, angst, smut WARNINGS — mature content and some sexual content, deadly games, near-death experiences, death, breaking of fingernails, use of weapons (knives + blades), blood/cuts/scars/bruises, heights (acrophobia), unprotected sex, hair pulling, creampie, heart surgery, claustrophobia (fear of cramped spaces), lots of easter-egg theories to the plot whoops NOTE: it is highly suggested that you watch alice in borderland on netflix before reading this story due to the plot being very traumatic & disturbing and for an understanding of the concept!

prologue.

The world had run still. Spinning on its axis, it was like every other person had vanished in the blink of your eyes. Cars parked sideways, tumbling trash down the streets, everything around read that life was inches away but only going farther and farther from you.

When the new world seeped into your life, you had grown so used to the silence. No common traffic meant no looking both ways to cross the street. Not a single soul around to take the last bag of your favorite food the grocery store had to offer. It was all peaches and cream until you realized just what the world had shifted into.

Lights cascading in the distance every night, you found yourself in constant dismay from the games meant to take or give you more life to live. Games where everyone could leave in one piece, some be dealt death by an unknown ruler, and others that were most horrid where only one was issued to leave, all alone in the world like it was that first day again.

You had lost your sense of courtesy for others. Forgotten what it was like to hold a door open for a stranger, wave at an old friend, even hug someone you found dearest. Up until now you believed the world to be against you.

Game long ended, and the vast night was ironically the scariest. Bad people seemed to hide in the shadows, one in particular catching you in their peripheral and tossing some sharp object directly towards your head. Outside of the games where living and death were just as uncertain, people were still going mad. No rest meant a build up of late night thoughts. No moral feelings left in anyone's bones meant the world was up for grabs, and lives came with it.

You had limped street after street, every dark space becoming closer and every block aching your cut thigh. Such a clean, deep gash, your hand covering it wouldn't suffice the bleeding until it was properly cared for. Aching and fatigued from a long day and even longer game, your body sought out for the cold hard cement only to land in a pair of two taut arms.

Han Seungwoo, the man that had pulled you onto his back and carried you four more blocks despite the blood soaking into his pants from your leg. Not a selfish bone in his body, even he had agreed his way of living could cost him everything.

But he survived off the same saying. "As long as I know we can make it until the next." A large grin on his face and sparkled eyes like the new, grim world hadn't destroyed him quite yet; you never knew what he was referring to. The next day, night, game, maybe even next time you're held within his arms.

"Until the next, we can make it." We.

one. 

Time flickers when you rest in the borderland. Hours can go by like seconds or years. Your eyes had peeled open three times that night, the cold air from outside sweeping in through the cracks of the glass. A once power-fueled factory now abandoned lies around you, the scent of a burning fire in your nose to make your tear ducts release the soft liquid.

Some parts of the city appeared clean like it was still that day everyone disappeared. But others were so abandoned, metals rusted, trash blowing across the ground, lights flickering when switched on. As if the world had become coated with omission, everything felt so empty.

The first time your eyes opened you couldn’t have even counted to ten if you had tried. Tall ceiling, the sound of rainfall dripping through the broken roofing, and the heat on one side of your body radiating so hot it kept your whole form warm. The second time you had more consciousness, but the night was too dark to see anything. Shadows surrounded you, the fire growing duller until a single log was tossed in. A long arm extended into your view, the inferno intaking the burning wood and swallowing it whole to release a pit of smoke into the air that made your nostrils burn. His face, side-profile almost chiseled from being out in the world for too long. Strenuous veins poking from his skin, he had offered you all the water he had on him to drink. Only two sips of the cold refreshment made it down your throat before exhaustion took over again.

You weren’t normally like this. Weeks had passed where you stood alone. You played games to have four visa days on tap if worse came to worse, weakness growing in your bones from trying to find other arenas. No plans to originally seek out life around you, shops locked or broken into, old motels and new hotels abandoned and stocked; you could have made it alone. But the borderland can’t stay so vacant, it was common sense. No people around means less people to go up against in a game, those of which cannot be played alone. The arenas move along with migrating others, and if you happen to be out of range for long enough, that’s just the world’s end for you.

Rounds of games within the large spaces would occur every night only to be illuminated brighter by the bright red lasers descending from the sky. Even the stars didn’t mean as much to those alive as the murderous lasers did, their only task to be sent down and skewer people for their souls until lifeless corpses were scattered in places no longer inhabited all because the games moved around and the people went with them.

Third and final rise from sleep, his face was finally fully in your view. Legs crouched beneath his figure, tucked to hold himself upright, a cloth ran across your temple so gently it felt like a cloud was embracing your face. His features were ardent, eyes filled with so much light and calmness that you could hardly divert your gaze to find anything else out about the man. A breath from your lungs thick enough to have him rocking on his heels, the words slipped from your lips in a swift way that only he could have ever heard what you said.

“Thank you.” Soft and able to go right to the man’s heart, the words seem to ring in his ears for a moment. His lashes batted in tandem with your own, but only you were dozing off.

“It’s no problem at all.”

Some things you’re meant to hear, others you’re never meant to. You overheard his bag zipping and his shoes scuff the ground. With the man once in arms reach quickly becoming inches, feet, and then oh-so-far away, you still couldn’t bring yourself to rise from the comfort of his extra sleeping bag and go after him.

A month since everything was at a loss, including your mind. Nothing felt better than hearing the chirping of birds singing from outside of the factory. Warming sun heating your limbs instead of the fire at your side, the first object you felt around you was the note written by the knight in shining armor that had not only kept your sleeping form company all night long but helped tend to your wound.

Pen marks scribbled onto the torn page from a miniature notebook, the words written brought you relief from the stranger now named. “See you soon, I hope.” But his name meant a thousand times more than his cherishable goodbye. Seungwoo, the one who had gone out of his way to help you, now meant more to you than any other person in reality or the borderland.

Life is funny in the way it changes. You make choices every day that can affect the rest of your life, no matter how simple they seem. You eat meals that could potentially make you sick or better for multiple reasons, create a relationship from speaking to a person, or even have your entire world redevelop from just walking out your door.

In the realm of all things moral, those options also can shift by the others involved. Things are always in your peripheral or mind whether you put them there on purpose. Any piece of a situation can be considered important or not. When you step out of your box—when you get placed into a world where few rules apply and acquaintances isn’t one of them, how do you know how to measure the significance of each and every move you make? And more than that, who do you know who to use your morals and common gestures for?

That was the game within the game. Arenas were only open for long, and you still had to survive the rest of the hours of the night and day. With Seungwoo now in your world, the one you believed to stay forever still and slim, do you make the effort to consider your decisions and future in order to meet more like him? The only answer was the one most moral, of course.

A twelve hour meeting with the man had brought you to use your time wisely. Give a hand to those reaching for one, watch all directions around you in and outside of games, and most importantly: survive.

One thing the man failed to mention or tell, he’s essentially a ghost. All arenas around, you never caught up with him. Didn’t find him in any buildings, walking to a new destination, moving in the direction of others—he had vanished into thin air. Hope is just a forum used to make it to the next day, hour, minute, and second of your life. Nothing as rough as the rug being pulled out from under you, that being the confrontation with someone you believed to no longer exist, who soon truly came to no longer exist. Your eyes would watered until tears broke, worry engulfing you each time you went to sleep not knowing if you’d see Seungwoo’s face again or even know if he made it.

A game of spades is crucial to the borderland. Focused on physical abilities, it was a make or break task every time. Whether or not you’re athletic isn’t the point, it’s your ability to be clever and mobile that brings the card and visa days to you.

The tallest building around, stories so high that lights of planes used to illuminate even the darkest rooms inside. You had seen the high tower so many times and still never thought to stare, to determine how hard it would be to ascend it. It never filled your mind before now, the red line closing off the game as figures surrounded you. Phone in your hand, your restful day had used one of your four visa days, the gut feeling that you still needed more always swirling constantly. If you can’t support yourself game after game in a repetitive way, you still had trust in knowing you had days to pillow yourself. But when that number decreases, even by one, it feels like your life flashes before your eyes each time. There was no preparation for this world, you were just winging it the entire way.

The ding of the devices in every person’s hand was always the most startling, such as a church bell sounding through a town to notify of a death. The vital understanding of every game was that no matter how many people stood around you, some might not make it out. It became so discouraging, so you stopped looking at faces and trying to learn names with those you played with.

Instructions are always as clear as they can be. This game was centered around a physical activity. And while most are usually meant for anyone, the task of the game made your stomach churn. Windows with ledges gave platforms to the building, each spaced out enough to get you to the next floor. The climbing was half the battle, anyone with the fear of heights being the rest.

Ten stories up, the second the phone chimed to signal ‘Game Start’ everyone was off. Your hands held tight to the platform of each window, eyes focused on your own reflection in the glass panes instead of the deep drop four floors down to the ground. Never one for climbing but muscles strong enough to manage the game, you were halfway up before you saw a figure moving at your left.

You didn’t look at faces. You stopped asking names. The pain of knowing the person next to you could live or die in this very moment or in the time remaining of the game was too much to bear for your cadence of survival. You can offer help to others without trying to fit into their place or keep them in line, it was simple to learn that. But his familiar scent caught your nose first, once balanced with the smell of smoke, it was now clear to you that the common musk of the man that you were in debt to was right beside you once again.

“Glad the rain moved out this morning.” His wide smile in your peripheral nearly caught you off guard. Seungwoo had moved across two different window platforms to be at the column next to yours. How he had the guts to swing from terrace to terrace, you didn’t understand.

The second time you did something for the first time in a while: you looked around at the people you were in the game with. An older man three stories above you, a woman to your far right, a younger boy below you struggling to climb, and Seungwoo by your side. You wanted to gift your palm to the one below you, ask for guidance from the man above, but as you felt the sweat increase in your palm just as you reached for the fifth platform and your grip loosen, Seungwoo’s unsaid message came into light. You can’t help them if you can’t help yourself, his hand wrapping around the duration of your wrist with enough room to connect his fingertips and pull your forward back to the window.

“Stay focused.”

Your feet paired together side by side as your phones dinged in tandem, ten minutes passing with ten minutes left and only five points won. You needed to reach the top to get ten; ten was your living number or else you may lose the chance to even leave the arena with your entire body. Death in all directions, the subtle laughter of your knight brought your brows to knit.

“Think we have a chance?” His eyes read lighthearted, but the weight of his question still frightened you without meaning to. “I think we do.”

One ding turned into two, and the seventh platform was pressed into the sole of your shoes before the game turned into what it secretly was from the beginning. The man reaching for the second to last platform didn’t have someone to catch him, fingers scraping against the smooth surface until his nails were left to cling to the edge. Tissues breaking, his voice croaking out a plea, and his body went barreling down. The woman in his line of fire, their phones sounded with rapid dings to notify their loss of points until the final sound of their bodies colliding with the ground shattered the devices and their lives.

Seungwoo’s hand enveloped your wrist again, not for protection but for comfort. In times like this, you forgot what it was like to have someone to grab onto when you feel fear or anguish. His head tilted upwards, voice soft as he tugged you to keep moving. Five minutes was claimed taken, the call of your phones only making Seungwoo look to his side at your panicking face more often.

“We’ve got this.” His reiterated words brought comfort to you for a third time, your hands holding securely onto each ledge until the ninth ding rang louder than the others. You were now higher than the man had gone, Seungwoo’s voice continuing to bring you assistance until your knees were hitting the edge of the last floor’s platform and the final ding chimed.

Your eyes blinked, you and Seungwoo now secure on the roof of the skyscraper-like building. Hardly able to bring yourself to look over, the younger boy had made it as far as the sixth platform before you could overhear his fist colliding with the window. His voice sharp and broken, the window opened for him to climb inside.

Moments like these, when someone takes an easier route within a game that is ultimately cheating, the only turn out was to sit back and watch. Seungwoo thought faster than you, moved faster than you, and his hand caught the collar of your shirt to bring you backwards. Falling down onto his front, his arms wrapped instinctively around your waist and held you tight to his body. His response was discarded by your mind, the red beam flashing from the sky much more urgent in the moment. The lazer broke inches from yours and his feet, the piercing line drilling through the building’s ceilings and floors like they were cardboard until the sound of the boy’s scream could be perceived. A wish for death is what he went with as soon as he slipped through the sill of the window, the third person out of the original five players now dead with only you and Seungwoo standing.

‘Game Clear’ The passive voice was deafening to anyone who heard it. Lifting from Seungwoo’s lap to offer him your hand to stand, the tall frame of the man made you feel safer than the five of spades on the adjacent table waiting to be picked up by one of you. Five more days added to your three, a sigh of relief was released from your lungs as you fell into Seungwoo’s chest and wrapped your arms around his torso.

“I told you we could do it.” Grin soft and skin smooth with sweat glistening off every limb, his hand opened for you to take his grasp and move towards the open staircase.

You had been waiting for him, the man returning to his original form and existence right before your eyes. So much to ask him, stars in the sky above, you almost spoke at the same time as your shoes hit the first steps to descend the building.

“Where have you been?”

two.

The extravagant feeling of physical contact when you believe you’ll never receive it again, Seungwoo didn’t release your hand for the extent of the walk to his apartment. His long fingers created heat in your cheeks each time he’d run a shape across your skin, the entirety of his palm cradling your hand alone. Skin on skin, the feeling of his laughter vibrating all the way from his throat down the limb to his hand to shake yours. Quickly but surely, Seungwoo was becoming the person you couldn’t bear to be without, and that was dangerous.

“Everything is open on this side of town. I’ve never seen anything like it.” His eyes wandered over the world around yourselves, captivated by the bright mid-morning sky filled with puffy white clouds.

Seungwoo was right, this side of town was most busy during the unknown hour you were walking through it. A place turned absent by those moving with the arenas, if anyone from the original world saw it like this, they’d be convinced this was the end. An apocalypse where the world functions on still having a vital community. In theory, a world like this can only last for so long. With each arena taking lives every night, the numbers of the population would decrease rapidly. But still, you found a handful of others playing games with you until now.

The game of spades was the first time you had played with less than ten people. And seeing as Seungwoo was one of them in such a big section of the town with multiple arenas going at once, that population number must be well below what could be considered exigent.

A meal heated by an electric stove, no bowls and only two spoons, you felt like college roommates eating alongside the man. Sat across from each other at the small dining table, your eyes would linger before shifting away. The building he had chosen as safest was a little more worn than the rest of the space, still liveable and lively with the walls painted colors of the seventies era.

The air thin and breathable but buoyant due to the strangeness of the scenario, your entire mindset was forged in breaking the awkward new-found part of the relationship between you and Seungwoo. Where you could look each other in the eyes without laughing and parting, keep a conversation going instead of it being small talk, but Seungwoo didn’t seem to mind any part of it.

“We’ve been here a while.” Ice breaker, but not the one you could have imagined he’d use.

“It feels like it’s been longer.” Your half smile masked that the sentence was hard to say, but even harder to admit that pieces of your life have been lost due to the odd shift.

“Almost three months. I’ve been alone this entire time.” His eyes blinked slowly, tracing the features of your face as he watched your reaction. Knitted brows, eyes moving to the table, fingers loosening their grip on the spoon at the same time your hands began to shake.

If you count the seconds, minutes, and hours of the day systematically and consider how much you can do or have happen to you in that frame of time, your brain may explode. It takes seconds for something in the world to settle into reality, minutes to become a bruise on someone’s body or life, and hours to make someone digress into insanity from everything changing so significantly.

Education can take place for up to twenty plus years. Marriages can last anywhere from a day to a lifetime. Friendships can be ephemeral or bountiful. You can physically move to a new place once a week. You can travel across countries in a month. And you had been stuck in this realm of fear and pain for three months with your original world, and all things in it, a mere memory.

But his statement caught you the most off guard. Seungwoo, too, had been alone through all of this. With the amount of cards from each arena, games able to be played multiple times, and the loss of the nameless people around you, Seungwoo had been fighting this entire time just like you. A place filled with nothing but greed, darkness, and death, and you still managed to find another person in your same shoes a block from where you had been living.

You already learned this, that the significant impact Seungwoo had on you was now lethal. Which is why the sun setting outside made your face fall pale, the conversation die down, and total silence take over. “You know I have to leave again tonight, don’t you?”

It had been written on his face the entire time. Even without asking, you knew Seungwoo had a similar thought process as you when it came to visa days. The time he spent with you was crucial to your meeting, but the previous hours were compelling. You had played a game that night he found you, but the real game was feeling the rush of the weapon piercing your skin and not knowing if the perpetrator had done it on purpose for a kill or maybe for fun. And, quite possibly, would want their sharp object back. For Seungwoo, his night had clearly been dismantled the second he saw you injured and he acted on his feet. It didn’t take you having a degree to know his crisis, the fact that the man had not played a game that night swallowing away extra days he could have started spending with you now.

“Will you at least be careful?”

Sorrow-filled eyes scared with your response, you seemed to trade places with him and be the one to put him at ease. A breath from moving into him, raking up past his Adam's apple and through his lips followed by his tight skin clinging to his chest—the man seemed more rested now knowing that you were on the same page instead of having to sugar coat it and tell you directly.

“For you, of course I’ll be careful.” A sentimental thing to say in the borderland. There was no going back from this. Seungwoo was rightfully important to you now, despite your debt needing to be paid back to him from saving you and tending to your wound. And even if he hadn’t admitted it, the energy around him assured you that he felt the same for you. “Just promise me you’ll be here when I get home in the morning.”

“I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

Wide shoulders pressing through the doorframe of the apartment right at nightfall, two tear drops left your ducts. You had never had to experience the constricted feeling of your chest holding in a breath, much less a wish that everything would be okay, inside of the borderland. The world here was too grim, everything appearing just as your world had until darkness prevailed and life was meant to come together to choose who lives and who dies that night. Watching Seungwoo leave and not look back, it had your heart pumping blood through every vein like you’d feel something happen to him, if it does, the moment it takes him over. A safety net, your mind holding tight to your emotional connection with one another to now hopefully warn you if anything bad was to come to him tonight. Hard part is, you hardly believed yourself.

The apartment sat silent, your form still sat in the same chair you ate dinner at only with the table now cleared. The scent of lavender in the air from a nearby fragrance dispenser, the tears that left your eyes drew pale, wet lines down your face until the buoyancy of the salt water escaped your skin and fell to leave two drops on your pants.

It was hell not knowing if Seungwoo was still alive before you had the convenience of meeting him in the spades game, but now it was an eager death sentence for your own sanity awaiting his return for a single night. Until dawn takes over the horizon, you knew you didn’t have the chance of him returning to you, and that forced the air to accumulate into nothing but cold and bitterness.

Feet pressing into the old, tiled flooring after two hours of sitting in your own thoughts, the chair rubbed wrongly against the ground and squealed a sound that normally caused your palms to cover your ears. But here in the moment, shadows swallowing you away from the little yellow lamp turned on in the far corner, you couldn’t find yourself to care.

As soon as you felt other objects, life returned to you. Body fragmented but returning to one piece, you knew it was bad to snoop around, but the short, skinny book with a hardcover was displaced. Not aligned with the others, the book was too obvious to the naked eye while layered with the fiction and nonfiction books stacked on the bookshelf. Used as a nightstand by Seungwoo from him sleeping on the couch, it was useful. Cool touch to your fingertips, pulled into the extent of your hand and opened, Seungwoo’s handwriting gave a sense of familiarity. You had held the page from this same notebook for weeks, kept it safe to reread the kind note he left you to wake up to. Similar tone in the first sentence, there was no question that you had stumbled upon his personal diary.

Even with him at a distance, even though you had heard his voice on a few occasions, the way he spoke in the small journal was just as he talked to you. Like you could hear him reading it out to you, see his bright face creating visual emotions as his eyes met the letters forming his own words, feel his pain and contentment. Seungwoo’s connection to you here in the borderland was the same, but his original world was vastly different.

“Day Five: The world seems to have stopped turning. This was the day of my final exams. I was meant to be stuck behind a desk for at least four hours, leaving that building I always dreaded walking into with a smirk on my face and a ‘passed’ stamp on my form.”

His tone was overbearing in this part, like he was speaking on behalf of something he had been hoping for his entire life.

“Why couldn’t things have waited another week? What exactly would have changed? That day everyone vanished: I was standing in a fully packed ER, and I only stepped out for a second to grab that ladies purse from the ambulance. They were gone in a blink of an eye, all from me leaving for a moment. Why did I have such an impact on my surroundings, and why must I continue to bear that loneliness and frightening feeling now?”

He was vehement. Speaking with anger and passion like his shoes were too tight and his head throbbed with his heartbeat as he wrote. Seungwoo seemed so calm, but this was an insight that he too had been screwed over by this world.

“Seven years of cramming so much information into my head to pass that exam, and it was over before it even began. What was the purpose? If I had known what I know now, I would have ripped up my notes and left out with my friends on so many different occasions. I lost them all in that same second, and I have yet to know if they are unknowingly around me. Everyone here is off their rockers, some even like being here. My purpose was back home, meant to be saving lives in that same ambulance I touched before everything changed. So why am I here?”

Everything about what Seungwoo said shook your bones. You wanted to wrap your arms around him, tell him he means something to you and the world, but he was blocks away playing the very game that could fluctuate your worlds just as inexorably as when the world changed around him. You had your own, fair share of these thoughts by now. But reading Seungwoo’s own writing, like a memorial for what once was before it is now, the world grew even colder that someone with his head on his shoulders could still suffer like this.

“I was alone before now. My apartment was shallow and suffocating, but it was still my piece of the world that I could control. Here I have nothing permanent.”

He was speaking on behalf of this same apartment. It was hard to tell on site that this was originally his considering how the arenas shift, but it was his decision to make the longer trips to play and stay in his own safe zone. You hadn't taken Seungwoo as one for constant comfort, but this seemed like a precondition that traveled over with his personality from world to world.

“So many people around me. My shifts at the store on the corner were nothing now compared to the two or three people maximum I see night after night. Even people at the games have grown slim. Is this my doing? Have I done this? If I believed myself lonely at work, on shifts, studying my heart out, where does my purpose now lie?”

The optimistic man had been at his wits end. You didn’t need a visible calendar to know what was coming, your appearance bone chilling compared to the dark tone he had before the next entrance.

“I do still have my purpose. Sick or not, I am still meant to help others. A blade in someone’s thigh tonight showed me that. I’ve stopped to write this down, but I know I won’t forget the face of someone so tired yet so hopeful. Eyes opening and shutting, fighting to speak every chance. I hardly said anything, but I left a note. Maybe I’m not so alone as I thought, but I still fear what once happened around me will come again. I can’t lose someone else.”

The sparkles in his eyes were true. Seungwoo had chanced himself, placed himself into danger by getting you into that factory, and especially could have lost his life had the person that stabbed you come knocking. He cared for you like he knew you because that’s what he had been tailored to do in his original life. His sense of direction had been misguided by his actions from the empty world here in the borderlands. Seungwoo still has a heart of gold and magic fingertips to heal, and because of you he was no longer blind to himself.

“Is it a good read?”

Your mind rose from his voice reading the diary in your head to the real Seungwoo standing in your line of sight. Hands clasped behind his back, smile wide and skinny, the same sparkle you imagined perfectly in your head returned to your visual.

“You’re okay!” Book falling from your grasp down to the sofa you didn’t know you had sat down on in the first place, the smooth feeling of the four of clubs card was ignored by your hands running the length of his arms before wrapping around his neck. He no longer seemed stunned by you, his own arms finding place around your waist as he pulled you tighter into the hug. Wind leaving your lungs, his tall frame bent down to hug you even closer before releasing you and standing straight.

“Team effort. Although I’ve played a few clubs, I’m still not used to having to work with others here. All of us won the card together though,” His smile was grateful, mantled cheeks due to your hands holding onto his arms like he was only your imagination giving him nothing but happiness. His story seemed to stop, index finger tugging your chin to seek his level. “Hey, I’m right here.” Arms engulfing you a second time, it felt like you hadn’t known him to be so significant until you felt his warm skin pressed into the soft fabric of your shirt like it is now.

Even with the moment at hand, he continued with his story like two friends catching up over drinks after work. “Everyone got visa days. It was nice to see everyone relieved at once despite our differences for appearing in this world, but I still felt like I was missing something. There wasn’t any real danger to that game somehow, and it felt like a kiddy game just for more days. I think everyone felt that way. Like there was meant to be more, or more is coming.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him, hearing his voice with your own ears was all you needed right now.

“This world isn’t meant to be fun. You’re not supposed to feel true relief. But I don’t think anyone can help feeling relieved or satisfied with their own knowledge when a game ends and they’ve won. People may have died, possibly lived, and maybe you’re walking out of the arena alone. But you got another day to live, and that’s mostly what fills your head. That’s the only relief they will let us feel here. We need it. It’s human nature to want to continue on.”

“So let’s keep going until this ends.”

three.

Boxes surrounded you, four sections of small vaults within the bank—your contest. Diamond games were considered foxes of the borderland. One wrong move and you could lose everything, but the right move could open another passage to a second half of the game. You had been cornered before in a situation like this, your only escape being that you didn’t trust anyone else in the game.

Your eyes followed the pattern of the floor to his shoes, Seungwoo’s faded sneakers turning grimer every day from all of the action. His long legs, skinny waist, large shirt, and spatial eyes each stationed in the direction of two of the sections. He was focused on his gut, following with where the air took him. That was Seungwoo’s way of always winning, and it worked up until now.

Your partner has kept by your side for two weeks now. A hand to hold, a smile to return, a soft kiss to be placed on your temple before falling asleep beside one another. Every game before you met Seungwoo was considerably easy. You didn’t have a reason to keep going, lived off memories and what could be. He gave you a message, one irreplaceable: to not give up hope.

Hundreds of the small vaults, all unlocked and waiting to be opened—you knew better than to go searching one by one. Five tries, and your stomach twisting with the sight of the clock ticking down from two hours, you felt his warm touch clutch around your hand.

“It’s a diamond. The intimidation is part of the game.” Always the perfect approach to calming your nerves, he had a point.

“Five tries, four sections, two hours.” Numbers were a focus for each arena. Number of players, number of losses, number of chances, number of the card. But this arena laid open for twenty minutes only to welcome and enter in only you and Seungwoo.

Your apartment had grown scarier. Warmer weather during the day usually brings the sun out for longer, meanwhile the darkness at night was thicker. All arenas that had moved farther out now retaking their places. You counted the nights just as if it was a significance to a game before you came to the realization; old arenas had been revived with new games, and a new vision was upon the world. Higher numbered cards were now the tokens, lights would cascade through the streets surrounding your shared apartment to guide any and all around to the closest arena. It was a gratifying experience knowing you came this far, that the end was contiguous, but it also scared you more.

The games rejoining the abandoned section of the city meant that those left in the world had to travel with them. In a game where only you and Seungwoo were the players, an intelligence game originally meant for a team to fight and argue, you held a wonder for what was next.

“So much going on in your head.” Seungwoo bent forward to stare at your face evenly. Eloquence paired with instinct and intuitiveness, the triple threat made Seungwoo a light in a dark room. “And you’ve said nothing more than a sentence.”

Heat in your cheeks and eyes gazing at the floor, your heartbeat rapid while your brain took in every piece of information that you could see. Intelligence games didn’t just focus on being smart, being quick witted, or once having a degree. They are about perception, thinking outside of the box, and then getting back inside to perform the task in an outlandish way that is meant to single one person out in the group and make them appear delirious.

“What’s your shoe size?” Your gaze didn’t lift from the floor, your peripheral vision giving you enough of the image you were too distracted to witness.

The man’s long leg bent, his palm cupping the side of his worn sneaker to lift up his foot and read the number on the bottom. The shoes were too old now, in need of replacement. His head shot up, tongue ploying the words like a joke. “Large, but nothing specific about the number.”

“You could take it off and look.” Your head finally twisted, sight set on the man attempting to keep his balance like a flamingo in running water.

“Oh, right.” His follow up didn’t change his actions, Seungwoo’s comical grin as he placed his foot back down gearing you up to continue on your search. “What is it?”

“There’s a large scuff of a shoe in front of this vault tower. Like someone’s been here recently.”

“This game was just put in. No one’s been near our apartment since the games moved down six blocks.” By the look of the confused to conscious expression on his face, Seungwoo was moving back into the flow of the game. His eyes found the same mark on the smooth flooring you found moments before, lids falling over his brown irises until he was squinting down at the small pattern. “Hey, that looks close to my size.”

“Okay, if someone stood here and it wasn’t a player or their opponent.” But even without the need for extreme ingenuity, involvement with understanding patterns and what dismantles them is a necessity to the intelligence games. “Then this must have come from whoever set up the game.”

His tall body moved ahead of you, shadow from the yellow and orange lighting of the old-style bank leaving him to cover your sight. A step over before you moved up, and you already knew where he was leaning. The mark meant the third vault was the biggest clue, the holder of whatever was meant to be found, and was your next assignment of the game.

“Five rows, five columns, and five tries.” The man looked like the need to roll his eyes was killing him from within, his body falling slump until his head laid on your shoulder from the awkward sideways angle that he stood. A huff from his chest blowing out of his nose, Seungwoo’s late nights of not sleeping well, even beside you, was catching up with him.

Your sign evened out the tone of the little communication you always held with him. “This bank is old because it was one of the firsts built in the city. Which means we can’t look at the locks because they’re all going to be corroded from overuse and dull keys.” You wanted to keep your end of the bargain, each game giving you and Seungwoo more time to bond outside of eating together and sleeping in each other's arms. Time had ticked slowly for two weeks, the bright man holding together what kept you on your toes. But with a tricky game like this, hope was scarce.

“Same concept, different pattern.” By the way Seungwoo spoke during games, you knew his original world was abbreviated. He had worked as an EMT, all things said having to be quick and to the point—something he carried over with him to the borderlands.

He coiled down, knees at his chest as he took the first leap. Handle lifted and pulled, the first of five was opened and the vault laid empty.

Your fingers toyed with the cool metal before doing the same as he did, opening a vault directly in the middle of the section. Another dark space, and your heartbeat bumped to the sound of music you couldn’t hear.

Seungwoo’s toes lifted him higher, the man finding sight of the top row. Your eyes ran in tandem, his trailing over the second biggest clue of the game.

“Except this time it’s a fingerprint and not the mark of a shoe.” You rose to your own toes, balancing with your hand on his shoulder as your opposite pointed out the mark on the vault. Seungwoo followed your index finger, finding the small print of someone’s thumb on the surface. From first glance, it seemed so simple.

Seungwoo smiled at you like you had just won an award, his hand removing yours from his shoulder just to lean on your own form and reach for the top vault. The handle clicked louder, the room grew colder, and just as twice before—nothing was inside. A painful sigh came from the man, his furrowed brows making you stare harder at the clue you believed was an insight to the answer. A soft little pattern created like an arrow, your hand slapped against the open vault to shut it.

But the print that came from your sweating hand happened to be different. “Wait— look.” His body leaned in with attentive eyes and a sweating temple, Seungwoo’s stance once again awkward. “The marks from me closing it are too soft. If someone had touched the vault we just opened, then these should have shown up higher.” Point from point, eye for eye, and you had solved what you believed to be impossible from first glance at the four sections of small boxes.

“Then this is the right one?” Seungwoo’s fingers shook as they lifted towards the vault. Box the length of his hand and just a little wider, your only safety net was knowing you had one last try after this.

“It’s opening.” His voice low, eyes wide, and a sigh of relief leaving him just as the game of spades you gained each other as companions at. His fingers took it between two, smooth texture rewarding. Seven visa days and another game finished, “Diamond!”

‘Game Cleared’ sounded through the room, the ring of the phones allowing the doors to unseal and reopen. Red lasers once holding you hostage inside the vault room now disappeared before your eyes, you and Seungwoo leaving the bank hand in hand—as always. His palm clutching yours, fingers lacing together. Your breath intake concealed by your large shirt that was once his, the feeling of intimacy filled your mind with serotonin as your feet shuffled out the front door of the frequently busy domicile now emptied.

Smiles on your faces, eyes looking at each other from the sides as you walked, the night had dwelled in the realm of all things good. But most things good in this world didn’t last, the dark sky above holding puffy nimbus clouds. Small drops of rain grew larger, the cold water from above chilling your bones as Seungwoo lost his grip on you and swayed his coat over your heads to race back home.

Those few good things left in this world always brought you back to the one you considered best, Seungwoo’s smile even in a dim moment. Rain covered your forms despite the coat being over your bodies, the run causing more water to catch your heads and smooth your hair down to your skulls. Porcelain skin letting the liquid pour down his face, his large frame halted in the middle of the street. Face to the sky, hand reaching out to you through the blinding rain, and your fingers connected between one another as you both stood in awe of where you were in life.

“Would you have ever imagined this?” His voice was high pitched enough to reach your ears through the sound of the rainstorm, eyes sparkling similarly to his bright teeth through his lips. “Us being here together, doing okay?”

“I thought I was going to lose my life as soon as I was brought here, Seungwoo.” Admittedly, it was true. Some things in life shift perspectives so absentmindedly, you don’t even realize their significance until years later when you reminisce on the past. But Seungwoo was still your gift in this world, the one to show you not to fear what was around every corner. “I couldn’t be here without you.”

In all of two weeks, this was the first you had said his name. The syllables rang out through the mild storm, thunder overhead not at all clearing his ears of you speaking his name. Visually, the man looked like he prized your tongue releasing his name.

“May I kiss you?”

His question leered you forward, lips placed between his plump ones to take in his taste. Tongues dancing together, lips moving in sync, his hand holding you at your jawline; the bolt of lightning a block away didn’t startle either of you. An unknown lesson of this world, your good luck charm being the man currently in your arms. You both had learned that the true luck here was each other, and not everyone had that. Together you feared nothing abnormal: none of the games, the lasers that brought death, nor the other people that roamed the streets and brought more pain to an already cruel world. You were untouchable.

Rain water dripped down your bodies, falling into the crevices and cracks of your forms to make chills run up and down your spines. It only brought you to hold one another closer, the remaining blocks of the walk home a blur up until you felt your back pressed firmly against the door of your shared apartment and hear the knob click open from his key.

Your arms clamped around his neck, his face falling into the crook of your own to place a swift kiss. Each time you felt his soft lips on your skin you released a small sound, the arcane feeling something you believed couldn’t occur in the borderland. Back pressed into the sofa, Seungwoo sat up to pull his shirt over his head and pants down his legs, you working your own clothing off before uniting your bodies. His long frame over you, eyes shallow and gleaming continually. Your eyes shut as you felt his long fingers brush over your body, sensitive spots across your skin bringing more chills to break. His hiss as he felt the heat of your inner thighs before his fingers pressed patterns into you had your back arching against the soft couch. A whisper of his name and Seungwoo tampered with your underwear, pulling it down before gliding himself into you. Your walls clenched tight around him, legs shaking and head thrown back from the pleasure.

A growl from the back of his throat as you swallowed his cock whole, a whimper left your lips as you felt him throb from within you. Your eyes glazed over with lust, Seungwoo’s moans nearly overpowering yours as his head fell into the crook over your neck for another kiss and a resting place. His forehead ran warm, the heat of his own skin nothing like the friction as he pumped into you, your ankles connecting at his lower back to hold him in place. Beats and thumps, the sofa bouncing against the wall, and his fingers clenched the hair at the crown of your head in warning that he couldn’t form the words to tell you that his orgasm was close.

Thumb pressing into his chin, you caught his attention long enough to place a deep kiss on his lips. The man that had catered towards you, taught you how to enjoy life again, who you loved with every string of your heart, whispered your name just as he filled you and felt you quake around him with your own orgasm.

“Oh— fuck.” At a loss for words as he pulled out of you, your lips could only smile as you pressed back the hair sweated down to his forehead. Seungwoo, now sharing his second most vulnerable moment with you, seemed to find the words on the tip of his tongue. “I love you. I truly do love you. I couldn't walk away from you that night. You were so fragile, so scared. If only I had known how much you meant to me right then, things wouldn’t be as they are.”

The man fell down behind you between your body and the back of the sofa, the cushions supporting you just as they did every night. His lengthy arm over your waist, his soft-toned words in your ears, what he said didn’t make any sense. For the first time, Seungwoo seemed genuinely scared.

His voice hushed. “Everything here isn’t meant to last.”

“We know this already, Seungwoo.” Your eyes caught sight of him from behind you, his lids falling heavy and the ranting of his mouth falling faint.

“If only I had said no, we would be even. No difference in each other, no significance or detrimental states. We could go on, survive and maybe even leave together one day. But you’re just a player in the game.”

four.

There are days you wake up and know something is off. Human nature applies to instincts, including emotions and mental state. The borderland has a way of twisting nerves and bending rules until neither apply. You can look at an arena and know of the dangers that lie ahead and not feel a single ounce of fear. You can step into a resting area, one where you’re meant to feel safe, and have everything taken from you in under five minutes by someone you’ve never met. The borderland changes any and everything you knew from reality and turns them into something you’re unable to comprehend. And that was what caused the most threat.

Three weeks beside Seungwoo, the moon in the sky and street lamps guiding the way, the entirety of your mind was telling you to turn around. Every fiber of your being knew this was it, something was bound to happen. When you take a test and every answer is the same letter choice, you become suspicious. Things had run well for too long, and even Seungwoo wore a half smile instead of his normal goofy look like he didn’t have anything to fear.

Witnessing Seungwoo’s progression outside of your own was otherworldly. The man had gone from being just like you, not caring for most other people around him especially in games, to chancing his neck to hold your hand and get you through something together. His balance was good, but your eyes could only see so much. He was losing his equilibrium with every step.

Like an out of body experience, it’s not difficult to realize when someone is encountering a situation from within. His eyes read something that gave you chills, that he had been down this road before.

Seungwoo, the guy who threw a chance at everything and gave you even more, stopped in place right before the lasers read that you were inside the next arena. Bulged eyes suffering from tears he could hardly release, heavy pants of his breath bringing fog before his lips from the cool night air. It was your voice that pulled him from wherever he had gone.

“Something’s wrong.”

His slow blink, his hand reached out for you without looking. You had long ago gained a trust for Seungwoo, one hard to break. But taking his hand and stepping through the electronic doors for the game to read you in, you knew you were bound to get that second-hand screw over from doing well for so long. Seungwoo’s chances had counted up, he had used them all. But you still held onto yours.

Evolution taught humans to sense danger. Watch the hair on their arms rise, feel something change in the energy around them, use their five senses to detect what it is. Four more players entered without a word, strangers by chance. The phones rang and centered you into what the game is about, your hands growing shaky just from the sight of the card.

High numbers meant more danger, meant you may not make it out. But the heart symbol on the card was a death sentence more than any other, Seungwoo’s face falling and keeping his eyes on the ground. His fear was your first clue.

Seungwoo’s past life was considerably more purposeful, one you’d believe to be his reason for being in this world as it is. A trained EMT, someone who can save lives and keep more people playing. Therefore, those running the games could keep it up longer. He was the perfect target. And as he said that night, you were just a player.

The arena for the hearts game was a hospital, the very same that Seungwoo had been working at the day he was put into this new world. You didn’t want to make the connections, assume the worst about the man you had most faith in, but everything pointed to him.

A rectangle table gifted you your task, heart monitors to be placed on your wrists. Written directions read that the normal heart rate ran anywhere from eighty to one hundred beats per minute. But that was at a casual rate, not when your life could end any second. The anxiety of the game is meant to break ninety beats, giving you a yellow light as a warning sign. If you exceed the highest number, the light goes red and you’ll be visited by the friendly red laser to take you away. You had been fighting since the first game, one where you were against everyone else in an endurance game. You had felt dread and horror from the games before, but the sound of the chiming phone speaking ‘Game Start’ had your heart in your throat and your hand reaching for Seungwoo’s wrist.

His hand lifted before you could catch it, his own hand taking your wrist instead to pull you along to the game. heart games are meant for betrayal, they feed on it. Entertainment for those in control, you could only shake in wonder for what was about to bring you to fear or possibly despise Seungwoo.

Dummies laid on surgery tables in the middle of the ER, paired teams walking to the figures. Your eyes trailed the fake rubber, so thin and invasive. A tray of tools to use, a call from one of the other teams didn’t detour Seungwoo pulling a blade from the silver tray and gliding it across the heart of the dummy.

“Heart surgery. That’s why it’s only from the abdomen above.” His quick wit showed everyone that he was accurate to the game, the dummy’s lower half nonexistent. “Take this and cut a small line right here.” Seungwoo’s directions turned to you, his hand holding a skinnier blade to give to you as the blade in his opposite hand showed you where to cut. Moving aside, you felt the rubber separating with the little force you applied with the sharp knife. Your heartbeat was regular, a green light on your wristband the last of your worries as sudden squabbling came from behind you.

“I don’t know! I’ve never performed open heart surgery before!” Yellow, the small dot on the ladies wrist made your eyes shut to focus on your own heartbeat.

Her partner's rebuttal made your teeth clench, Seungwoo’s left hand placed on the small of your back to guide you to open your eyes and look at him. “Just us. It’s just us here.”

“Well then at least try!” The knife in her partners hand glided into the dummy just as yours had, only it went too deep. A small gash, a rushing fake artery, and the light ran red on their wristbands.

Seungwoo’s fingers clasped over your eyes, his hand lifting your knife close to the dummy away. You could only hear the laser sizzle through the building’s floors, feel the energy of the room shift, and hear the subtle thump of the bodies falling to the ground.

“Let’s keep going.” Focused, cutting at the dummy gently like it was a person, Seungwoo was far more cut out for this predicament than you. He had trained for years, studied night and day, and even had his world end and rebegin in this very building. It was all too systematic, your gut turning from thinking about what he had dealt with.

But those very thoughts brought something to your mind.

Open skin-like rubber showing the cavity of the dummies chest, Seungwoo turned on the small saw to cut at the fake bones and continue the surgery. The second pair babbled, their lights going yellow every few seconds before changing back to green. They watched him like he was teaching a lecture, eyeing in on his movements and repeating them on their own dummy.

Bones out and placed properly, heart intact and being repaired by Seungwoo’s soft hands, the second pair couldn’t see his actions from within the rubber body and could only eyeball what he was doing. A shift in the air, their tools moving too quickly, and the body of the dummy vibrated violently on their surgery table.

Halted, Seungwoo called to them with fear in his voice. “You did something wrong. It’s going into cardiac arrest.”

“You mean it’s having a heart attack? A dummy is having a heart attack? Something inanimate is in control of our lives right now?” Their argument was real, everything they said made sense. But hearts games are all about betrayal, whether emotional or legitimate. Their tension managed to keep their own heart rates at a yellow-lighted pace, but not their dummies. They had missed out on the point of the game, in which Seungwoo seemed to have outsmarted the second the first tool touched the fake heart of the fake person.

Their lights ran red, your eyes staying put on the back of Seungwoo’s head as you awaited more directions for your task. His voice didn’t speak instructions to you, only telling you what he knew from the game. “The heartbeat monitors-” His wrist rose for a second to show you his, the number reading on the small screen the exact same as yours. “It’s not ours. It’s the dummies.”

His actions, his knowledge, his training; although he had lost his original world where he was meant to use it all for twenty-four hour periods at a time, Seungwoo’s purpose held true. Your wristband’s lights stayed green, didn’t shift to yellow even once. “A simple artery in need of a stent.” Seungwoo claimed, but you knew better than to think it was so easy. Everything here was based around knowledge and luck, luck leading most situations. If he wasn’t your partner, you’d be as good as the people on the floor.

‘Game Clear.’

The gloves pulled from his wrists like he was ripping off a bandage, the tears finally falling from his eyes safely. Morality told you something was in him, bothering him to his core. Seungwoo seemed the type to bottle up until he exploded, but he only pulled you into his chest for comfort.

“It all began here for me.” He recalled his past that you read in his diary, but the thickness in the room was a separate feeling then what you read. “I walked out and back in, and suddenly I couldn’t leave.”

He had explained that hundreds of people disappeared in seconds all because he went out to retrieve a patient’s purse from the ambulance. A single second changed everything, your eyes catching sight of the same doors he had gone in and out of so many times now.

“After everything, I was still forced to come back here. If this is how things are—”

Riddled with confusion, this was how it is. Things Seungwoo said made sense or didn’t, the rambles of the man bringing your brows to rise. He spoke of you being a player as if he wasn’t, shook with fear like he couldn’t tell the difference between what was and what is. All of what he spoke of, they were just more clues.

His trouble with sleeping, the way he clings to you like he could lose you at any minute, how he fears nothing about the game or the world but mainly you and how you exist. You had mentally recycled the mark of a shoe print in the bank vault so similar to his own, watched him play it off. He knew the run around of the games so well, you had noticed it but decided to ignore it in order to feel close to someone else in this gruesome world.

“—then they can be beat.” His eyes still held light, hope in his veins keeping him talking like if he shut up he’d implode. “I know we can beat them. If we’re like everyone else still around, those few who are really good at the games, we can win.”

“Like us?”

‘We’re all here with a purpose, some more than others. Some of us did things in the original world that carried with them here. We’ve used those things in the games before, which means we know our purpose. We can figure things out together. But these games—they didn’t come out of thin air, did they?”

“People here, around us, helped create them.” Finally, things clicked. The man you had given yourself to, fallen in love with, and relied on so much: Seungwoo is a game moderator. The explanation almost hurt, he had known so many things because the creators trusted him. He built the game in the ER, that was why he shifted there. His original purpose fit too well. Your theory was correct, he was here to keep the game running.

“Which means we can beat them.”

Never fluctuating, never letting you down, never giving you real reason to be suspicious. Although Seungwoo was part of why you were here, part of the game—he was still a human being forced to survive off the same games he created, to live off the visa days he won, and make it to the finale.

You didn’t know what was ahead. Surviving like you had wasn’t ideal but it worked. Keeping from others, but taking the few chances to help someone in order to assure they will make it another day like you swore to do since you were once saved. If you even had a chance to make it out of this hell-like world and back to reality. But you knew one thing: if you got out of here, you surely wouldn’t lose a partner like Seungwoo in any form of reality, game or real.

“Then let’s win, Seungwoo.”

[afterglowsw]

your first night together, han seungwoo edition

summary: the title says pretty much it, but this is a quick sketch of how the first time sleeping with seungwoo would be like.

g: fluff, mature. requested!!

warnings/side notes: gender neutral reader x seungwoo. unprotected sex. established relationship. y'all seemed to like the chan headcanon i made before and requested me to do seungwoo's, so here I am! the nsfw part is under the cut, but you know how this is. if u have any suggestions for the warnings, you can always tell me. enjoy! ♡

I have to say that this wasn't premeditated, but you stayed at your place.

after working non-stop in his studio for hours he picked you from work and treated you to dinner with the only intention of spending some quality time by your side.

it wasn't anything too fancy since it was a Friday night and the only thing you both wanted was to finally go home, but you could tell that after not being able to see each other for almost a week, the only thing that mattered for him and for you —being the lovebirds you were— was to hold hands over the table with a smile on your face.

however and even when you had so much fun, the half an hour you spent with him wasn't enough so when he took you home you invited him to go inside.

he wasn't sure at first because he didn't knew if you were comfortable (it was past midnight after all), but after assuring him that you were okay, he agreed and got excited.

and I mean, like a kid in the Christmas morning.

everything was so new for him and actually getting to see the place you lived in was a huge step. for him, it meant that you trusted him enough to share your safe space, so he was ecstatic.

you weren't in the mood for a movie and he was drained from overworking himself again, so he offered you to cuddle instead.

while you were away to change your clothes you told him to feel himself home in your room and he kind of did, sitting on your bed with his hands awkwardly crossed over his lap.

you got out of the bathroom with flushed cheeks and a frown at seeing the teasing smile on his sharp features.

it wasn't like you hadn't seen each other naked or with barely any clothes on before, but he didn't said anything about your timidness, opting for pointing out the piece of fabric you were wearing at the time.

"is that my shirt from...?", "maybe?"

you got embarrassed even though he didn't looked annoyed nor mad, just a bit smug with endearment in his eyes.

just as he kept staring you couldn't help but ask.

"what?"

"it looks better on you, tho"

you scrunched your nose in a cute grin and punched him with a pillow. he hugged your hips, bringing you closer to his body as you two fell on the bed with laughs and loud complaints about each other's elbows and knees that collided when your bodies encountered the matress.

one of his hands was placed on your bare thigh and the other was on your nape, slowly caressing the baby hair in that area as you hid your face on his broad chest.

after a few minutes his breathing was slow but his heart was racing faster than ever, so you giggled and he scolded you in a playful voice before brushing it off and start a real conversation.

you talked about everything.

family, friends, work and life issues were shared in low whispers as your body melted against his and you two were happy, obviously appreciating the company and keeping each other warm.

if you were honest, you thought it was going to be awkward at some point but it wasn't, not in the slightest.

he made sure to be as respectful, funny and loving as ever and you couldn't feel more fortunate to have him in your life, as exaggerated as it might seem at such an ordinary moment of domestic life.

when the conversation ran out he let you rest, placing spontaneous kisses on top of your head.

you stayed in silence, cuddling peacefully with you curled up facing his big frame and his arm around your body.

but of course, he's a goofy guy.

he had to crack a joke or two to break the silence. he had to.

"you are crushing me now, you know?"

you gasped and pouted, a laugh stuck in your throat as you tried to roll away from him but he held you by the waist. amused giggles escaped through his lips and he buried his face in your shoulder, keeping you as close as he could.

"i'm just kidding, you can sleep like that if you want to"

"oh, you didn't said that"

he kissed the skin of your neck and cheek, smiling softly as he watched your eyelids slowly getting heavier and heavier.

and when you finally slept he just tightened his embrace, chuckling but trying not to wake you up in his task of tucking you both in the blankets.

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alternative ending here.

so now let's say that when he kissed your cheek and neck your hands twitched, thoroughly gripped on the fabric of his shirt.

you were pleasantly surprised and without even realizing you tilted your head to the side, withholding your bottom lip with your teeth to prevent you from making any noise.

seungwoo looked at you from his spot and smirked, the glint of mischief in his eyes seemingly promising.

in one swift movement he threw you on the bed, his body hoovering you as his hips pressed against yours to keep you steady.

he knew how much you liked his lips on your body, so he started to place gentle kisses behind your ears, jawline, collarbones and even shoulders when the loose fabric of his shirt fell from its place, getting rewarded by your deep whines.

it didn't took long for him to get you undressed and defenceless in his skilled hands, squirming when his long fingers touched and caressed the right places to prepare you for what was coming.

as time went by and his growing bulge was now pressed against you, you wrapped your legs around his thin waist and encouraged him to keep going, knowing all too well the limits of his patience.

he let out a high moan as your walls clenched around him, welcoming and warm and his thrusts started as a response to that, slow yet precise.

it definitely wasn't your first time together, but for some unknown reason it felt more intimate and the connection between you and him made you quickly stablish the perfect pace.

just as the air was charged with electricity, seungwoo's forehead was coated with sweat and his breath was heavy, the moans falling from his lips sounded heavenly in your ears.

soon the bubble of hot intensity in which you were immersed together bursted, you reached your peaks with your limbs intertwined and shaky exhales combined.

his hands abandoned its place beside your head when he fell at your side after pulling out, and even when he took some time to recover and catch his breath, he got out off bed to bring something to clean you both.

once he made sure that you were alright and comfortable he hugged you, immediately starting to giggle as the blush spread down his neck because of the proximity.

you cocked an eyebrow, brushing his sweaty hair with your fingers and kissing the bridge of his nose.

"we just had sex and you are blushing now?"

he nodded.

[x1protector]

imperial crossroads : prologue 1

p a i r i n g: none for prologues; will be x1 x gender neutral reader

g e n r e: fluff; a little dark; choose your own adventure; otome themed au

w a r n i n g s: mentions of slight violence; weapons

w o r d  c o u n t: 2.9k

s u m m a r y: You are a dancer who gets the chance to perform in front of the royal family, and accidentally stumble into the lives of five very powerful men. Who will you choose to lead you though your time in the palace?

Author’s note: historical setting close to the Joseon dynasty but there’s no (current) set name for the kingdom; this is only the prologue!! each boy has their own storyline!! this one is written by the whole admin team!

There will be two prologues with two different protagonists. If you haven’t read maknae-line prologue (Junho, Dongpyo, Minhee, Eunsang, Hyeongjun, Dohyon), click below.

hyung prologue || maknae prologue

It was the peak of summer when you stepped foot in the palace for the first time to hopefully start your provisional contract as a court dancer. You’d been dancing for years, from small scale dinner hubs to the main town square where you had been scouted by a palace attendant, and have seen many discerning eyes among your spectators, yet the gazes of the royal family and attendants have never felt so cold to you. It was no wonder you were more nervous than usual, sweating up a storm in your most upkeep dancing laces.

You felt the heat and excitement swirling around in your bloodstream, creating a concoction that caused the blood in your veins to buzz as sweat rolled down your lace-draped back. As you waited for your turn, you were reassured by one of the palace’s main attendants, Minhee, that everything was going to be alright, that the royal family wasn’t nearly as scary as the rumors. 

And Minhee was right because as soon as the dancer before you finished his routine, everyone roared with applause. One of the princes even stood up, beaming at the guy as he exited the stage area. 

You had to admit he was marvelous. Kim Wooseok was a renowned performer, even in your tight-knit circle of dancers. His techniques were unmatched across the lands, backed up by unrivaled talent and years of training. 

There was something about him that seemed to draw your eye along his body, from the tips of his fingers down through the balls of his feet. He had a sort of presence on the stage no one could deny, not that they wanted to in the least. It didn’t help that he was extremely handsome and possessed a beautiful dance figure; a slim face and a lithe body with lean muscle peeking through his laces, betraying a hidden power within his small frame. 

Wooseok fixed his dance laces over his shoulders and let his hair fall below his cat-like eyes. As he bowed to the royal family, you thought of all the years you spent looking up to him, hoping to one day be at his level.

You didn’t see a hint of sweat as he glided past, but for a second you thought you saw a flash of annoyance etched in his beautiful features. Before you could read into it, Minhee wished you a quick “good luck!” before guiding (read: pushing) you towards the stage.

It was your turn now. 

The light was a little too bright and you couldn’t help but cover your eyes as you stepped on the podium, and despite performing for years prior, you could feel your heartbeat thump in your ears and hear your breathing reverberate against the still buzzing air.

From where you were standing, the royal family was in full view atop the viewing deck of the outdoor theater.

The King and Queen sat high on their thrones, looking down at their subjects without malice in their gazes, a sort of warmth that wasn’t quite loving, but not apathetic either, tinting their features. It was a form of caring one can only possess in the presence of those they are sworn to protect. Next to the King sat Crown Prince Seungwoo, heir to the throne and rumored to be as gentle as his mother, the Queen, but also as cold as his father, the King. It really depended on who you heard it from.

His features were soft and kind, with the only sharpness being hidden in his eyes and the point of his nose as he stared you down on the stage. His aloof expression alone made him appear almost disinterested in the entire ordeal, which set you at ease in a way. It was like he couldn’t care less if you did well or didn’t perform at all.

Beside the Queen sat Prince Seungyoun, more commonly known as Prince Youn, the second oldest prince and grand diplomat of the kingdom. There was a sweet grin spread across his face, the affection and excitement clear in his features as you readied yourself for the performance. His eyes crinkled up at the corners and you briefly wondered how it was possible to see the twinkles from his eyes all the way from where you were standing, but decided it was better not to question such things. His features were almost the opposite of his brothers, with sharp edges all around and gentle, saccharine eyes. 

Behind the princes were two gentlemen whose names you couldn’t quite recall. They were very well-dressed, not unlike the royal family, and they seemed to carry a certain aura that you couldn’t place. Not quite royal, but above others in some way regarding status. Their faces were obscured by the shadows they hid in so you paid them little mind. You concluded that they were probably relatives to the family, but royalty or not they have their gaze fixed on you like the rest.

As you started dancing, you didn’t know why but you felt your nerves begin to slip away as you moved through the familiar routine. But the longer you danced, the higher your movements transcended, the more you felt as if someone was watching you.

Of course, everyone was watching you. You usually thrived off the awe and attention because it’s what made you want to become a dancer in the first place.

But you could feel one specific energy focusing on you, seemingly anticipating your every movement. You glanced at the princes, the Queen, the King, the dancers waiting in line to perform, yet you couldn’t quite locate where it came from.

It wasn’t a terrible feeling, but it was also not a friendly one. It settled heavily, like an anchor weighing in your gut. Even as you finish your routine and bowed to the royal family, the strange feeling never left you, sitting dormant just under your skin.

At the end of your routine, you chanced one last glance at the royals and felt a chill run up your spine at the sight.

Prince Seungwoo had shifted forward in his seat, forearms resting on his knees as his expression changed to match one of intrigue. He let out a silent chuckle and smirked before leaning back in his throne, seemingly disinterested in you once again. It seemed you had caught the attention of the younger prince as well, as his grin widened to encompass his entire face. He seemed more than pleased with the performance you had put on, scrunching up his nose as you looked at him. 

The dancers after you were all excellent, each one with a unique routine and skillset, so it was almost a pity when the show ended and it was announced that only two dancers would be picked.

It won’t be me was all you could think until the announcement came nearly an hour later, with your mind flashing back to the two princes and their reactions. Even if the princes had seemed interested in your performance, the other dancers were far more skilled than yourself and would make better pairs at the palace anyway. 

Wooseok was the first name to be called. Of course, no one was surprised. He stood up with a blank expression and accepted the contract scroll from attendant Minhee with a small bow towards the royal family. 

It wasn’t until your name was called that a few of the contestants stood up to be able to see your face. You froze, not quite believing you had been picked until you felt another dancer nudge you towards the stage once more. You stumbled forward, stunned, but regained enough composure to gracefully walk towards Minhee. He beamed as he handed you the remaining scroll, wishing you good luck once again and telling you how much he enjoyed your performance.

Mindlessly, you bowed and stood next to Wooseok as an attendant ushered out the rest of the dancers. Wooseok’s blank expression melted and for the second time, he scowled, but like the first, it went away in a second.

“Congratulations,” Wooseok spoke for the first time with his original blank expression, but not without sincerity. 

“Thank you,” you smiled.

“Seems like you’re here by your own free will,” he added quietly. 

Your smile faded, confusion colored your face.

“What do you mean ‘my own free will?'” you asked.

He scoffed and didn’t say anything else, so you knew better not to pry especially while waiting for your audience with the Queen.

The amiable woman looked barely a year over fifty as she eyed you and Wooseok warmly. She had a small round face, with delicate features and bright, lovely eyes.  You could see where the younger prince got his looks from as she smiled. She spoke lightly as if her words glided on water, her laughter a hearty, elegant melody that resonated within the chamber. 

“I do apologize for the sudden notice, but there were two goals to fulfill in this competition. One was to find a new court dancer, and the other to find my boys a suitable dance instructor.” 

Wooseok stiffened, and soon both his gaze and the Queen’s were fixed on you as she chose you to become the princes’ dance instructor

“M-me?!” 

“Yes, my dear. Your grace and passion on that stage along with your headstrong and witty mind, so I was told, made you the most suitable candidate. The only task left is for you to choose who to instruct first.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Instructor? Most of your skills were self-taught from watching many exceptional dancers like Wooseok, so how could you instruct anyone when you had no experience teaching? 

And choose who? I don’t know anyone here! 

As if on cue, the two princes and the two gentlemen from earlier entered the queen’s chambers, talking and laughing amongst themselves

“Hey, Mom!” Prince Seungyoun boomed in his usual cheerful voice.

Prince Seungwoo sighed and smiled sweetly, “Youn, please behave in front of our guests.”

“That’s just how he is, hyung,” one of the two men you didn’t know spoke up in defense of prince Seungyoun, his voice a lot deeper than the other two even though he had a youthful air to him.

The last man looked on in silence, observing you and Wooseok with curious, friendly eyes. He seemed about the same age as the other man you didn’t recognize and, seeing them side by side, you noticed their frames were both similarly built, their shoulders slightly wider than the princes. 

“Quiet down, my boys,” the Queen spoke. As gentle as she sounded, the entire room stilled in an instant. “As you have heard, Wooseok will be your new court dancer in the prince quarter, and the talented dancer beside him will be your dance instructor, assuming they choose you.” The Queen paused and extended her warm gaze to you, “one of these boys will become your student, I trust that you choose well.” 

“Your Majesty,” the man who had stayed silence finally spoke. “Why would we need a dance instructor? What good would that do for us at our age?”

My thoughts exactly!

The Queen gently approached and touched the man’s cheek as she spoke, “Yohan, my dear boy, even though you are skilled in martial arts, dancing is about discipline and self-control. Soon you’ll learn that there are a certain set of skills that both a good dancer and a good ruler possess.” 

At that, Yohan seemed convinced and asked no further questions, nodding and following along with the Queen’s rather ambiguous explanation.

“I’m not sure I understand,” the unnamed man who’d spoken earlier asked. “Why would I need lessons? I’m not a prince.”

At this, a strange and sad look crossed the Queen’s features but vanished just as quickly as it had appeared. She opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off by the youngest prince. 

“Hangyul, I’m sure mother has her reasons,” Prince Seungyoun spoke, seemingly stroking at his non-existent beard.

Prince Seungwoo shot his younger sibling an icy glare at his interruption, making prince Seungyoun throw his hands up in surrender. The Queen smiled at her sons, then looked at you as if the only thing left is for you to choose.

“Of course,” she spoke again, spotting the hesitant look in your eyes,” if you are still unsure of your skills, you can choose to study under Wooseok for some times before starting your official position.”

You looked around, scanning to see who would be the safest option. The last thing you wanted was to offend any royalty with your zero to none teaching experience. 

Wooseok would be the safest option, he was another dancer like you and studying under him would be an honor. However, this would be admitting that your skills were lacking, and he didn’t look too excited to have anyone as a pupil.

Then there was Yohan, who looked pretty open to the idea of having a dance instructor. To be quite honest, he would be easiest to teach since he seemed to have experience in martial arts. You had a feeling he would catch on pretty quickly to anything you’d showed him.

The gentleman named Hangyul looked at you with narrowed eyes. He seemed like the most scary, but also the most calm among all the boys. Maybe you were mistaken, but you thought you had seen his smile distinctly among others earlier during your performance. 

Prince Seungwoo was also an option. He was known for being gentle and looked like someone who would never mistreat his servants. But the idea of teaching the future king was… a little scary, even for you. Plus his ice cold demeanor hadn’t vanished for a second in your presence, so who’s to say you’d ever see the warmer side of him?

The final option would be Prince Seungyoun–known to be the most outgoing prince among the lands, a social butterfly, the friendliest royal you will ever meet. Though there was a personal reason why you were the least bit wary of the second prince.

The Queen seemed to notice your dilemma and offered to give you more time in the princes’ quarters, which you gladly accepted. After all, this was a lengthy contract and you couldn’t be expected to make such a decision without much thought.

Thank god Minhee was still there with you because once the Queen was gone, the room suddenly became quiet and all eyes were on you 

Prince Seungyoun was the first to break the silence as he smiled and extended his hand to you. His chocolate brown eyes radiated with warmth the moment he looked at you.

“Don’t be afraid, we don’t bite.” His voice was softer and quieter than when he had spoken earlier with the princes. “Mother has been trying to get us to relax and pick up a hobby for a while now. I just never thought she’d pick dancing.”

“Wait, Yohan, don’t you already have a hobby?” Hangyul spoke, his voice a deep sound that resonated in his throat. He had on an easy, casual half-smile at Yohan, showcasing a pair of cute bunny-like teeth. He might sound scary, but he seemed to be a big teddy bear in the end. 

“Yeah, we both do, don’t we?”

“Swinging a sword around every day is not a hobby.”

You were surprised to hear Wooseok speaking up–was that even allowed? Weren’t there courtesy customs and honorifics for these people who seemed like royalty?

“Yes it is!” Yohan interjected, a goofy grin pasted on his youthful face as he put both hands on his hips. His eyes crinkled up at the edges, and you noticed him sporting the same bunny teeth as Hangyul before. You found it adorable that both the intimidating young men had such cute smiles. 

“Don’t be jealous, hyung,” Hangyul reached over and clapped Wooseok on the shoulder. “We’ll teach you one day.”

Confused by this sudden exchange, you looked towards Minhee for help and was grateful he was already leaning over.

“They all know each other,” he whispered. “They’re good friends. It’s fine.”

That didn’t make you feel any better. Now you realized you were more of an outcast than before when you still thought Wooseok was simply a performer and nothing more. 

Prince Seungwoo noticed your discomfort and walked towards you, extending his hand in the same manner as Prince Seungyoun and offering you a sweet smile, his icy stare softening slightly. 

“Pardon the boys, we haven’t had any newcomers to the palace for a while.” The prince’s smile was almost too sweet and barely reached his eyes as he spoke. “No matter who you choose today, you’ll be okay. I promise we won’t trouble you.”

“Speak for yourself, hyung!” Hangyul said, a small laugh escaping him. Prince Seungyoun joined with his genuine, hearty laughter that was so refreshing to hear, dissipating the stress you’d faced the moment you entered the palace and placing a small smile on your face. It was impossible not to smile when those two laughed. 

You looked over at Wooseok, who didn’t even bother to hide his annoyance, sighing as he started folding his laces and putting them into his sling bag.

“Are you going to choose today or do we have to keep standing here?”

Wooseok’s words to you were blunt and to-the-point. You can kind of see why your peers thought of him as cold and unapproachable, but his voice was soft and his words didn’t seem cold to you.

All eyes were on you once again. You felt like you were ready to make the decision. Taking a deep breath, you decided this person was the only option for you.

“I choose–”

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c h o i c e s: Seungwoo, Seungyoun, Wooseok, Yohan, Hangyul

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Seungwoo x reader part IV

Pairing: seungwoo x reader

About: Friends to lovers; fake dating; school au

Sunhwa was kind enough to help you pick a nice dress for the gathering. You thought it was gonna be at some barbecue place with a bunch of childhood friends of Seungwoo; but boy were you so wrong. Not only was it a formal party, it was also for charitable programs among the richer families who’s got nothing better to do with their money— at least that’s how Seungwoo described it.

Leaving you with her sister, Seungwoo waited downstairs until both you and Sunhwa are prepped up for the gala. You don’t know how Seungwoo explained the situation to her sister but you’re just glad she’s not asking any questions you wouldn’t know the answer. She almost seems to enjoy it as she hums while putting eye shadow on you.

It’s not that you’re completely oblivious to make-up, but you only know how to put the occasional blush and lip tint; you’re better off wearing your comfy clothes with no make-up that you find a hassle to remove. When she signalled that she’s done, you opened your eyes unbelieving of the pretty girl in front of you.

The muted red glittery dress fits so well with your old rose eye-shadow which only emphasize your red lips. You stood up and find that the back side of your dress (or its lack thereof) was too much. The halter string around your neck connects to the lower part of the dress right above your buttocks only by a chain of what seems to be diamonds. You weren’t even wearing any bra and you fear that your future depends on that very thin chain of jewelry.

Despite your protest, Sunhwa insists that it’s all fine and you look great. She finds it funny when you question whether it would be cold in the venue because much of your skin is exposed. At least your long beach curled hair covers some of it.

As the both of you make your way down the stairs, you feel giddy. Excited because you know somehow you look good and it boosts your confidence that maye Seungwoo would realize that the two of you are better than her ex-girlfriend. You giggle at your far-fetched daydream.

You were caught out of your own thoughts when you heard a faint gasp. As you look up, you wonder if it’s from Seungwoo, but he kept that calm unbothered smile. Well, the dream was good while it lasted. What you didn’t notice is Sunhwa snickering behind her dainty fingers seeing some reaction from his brother.

When the three of you got to the venue, you whispered to Seungwoo asking for help because you’re not sure how to stay poised in heels you’re not used to. You punched his arm because he laughed in response but nevertheless agreed to stay with you.

The place was grand and the party inside was elegant. It’s like only the finest things were allowed: the chandelier, the orchestra, the blinding lights, and the spread of most expensive food. Suddenly you feel under-dressed.

It seems Seungwoo noticed you tense up so he gently pulled your shoulder facing him. He brushed your hair from your ear and over your shoulder exposing the vast expanse of skin on your back. “You look great. I’ll be here si relax abit. Everything’s gonna be fine.” His smile hit the nail on the head and you immediately relaxed, heat creeping up you face despite the cold air on your back.

True to his word, Seungwoo never left your side. He told you that he and Sunhwa came in place of their parents who were overseas. Thankfully, you haven’t come across any of his friends or anyone who mattered and should know that he brought his girlfriend.

You don’t know why your fake boyfriend finds the event boring when there’s tons of famous people going around. Even during the auction part, it was fascinating how a a set of cutlery could be worth more than your house. Apparently, Seungwoo found amusement in your reactions as he kept laughing at you.

Before the night ended, you saw a very beautiful lady with a fairly handsome man dancing to the music in the middle of the hall. You thought how the two were a perfect pair and you were suddenly pulled to the reality that you and Seungwoo were not a real pair and you could never look as perfect as the couple on the dance floor. Somehow, you felt small at that thought.

Finally, Seungwoo said it’s time to introduce you to his friends who decided to gather in one of the tables across the room. You followed silently but when you noticed him tense up, it was your turn to do something so you reached out to his hand and gently squeezed it. He looked at you with so much sadness which you don’t know how to interpret. You can only conclude that he’s nervous to meet his ex girlfriend whom he still loves.

Despite everything, you still felt giddy when he introduced you to his friends as his girlfriend as they cooed at the two of you.

“Seungwoo?” A soft voice came from behind and you found the perfect couple hand-in-hand. It turns out, she was Seungwoo’s ex girlfriend and he was the new boyfriend— fiance according to them.

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Acts of Kindness

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Pairing: Park Seonghwa (Ateez)/ Han Seungwoo (Victon)/ GN Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Comfort

AUs: Established (Poly) Relationship, Slice of Life

Rating: (PG)

WC: 2.6k+

Tw: Stress

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Seonghwa wiped the sweat from his brow, sighing as he looked up at that pesky corner in the hallway. It was a bit too high for him to reach with his duster, even standing on the tips of his toes.

“You look cute when you’re pouting.” he doesn’t startle at the voice behind him, but he does blink in surprise when he feels a larger hand close around his, gently prying the duster from his hands before an arm extended over his head, knocking away cobwebs and strings of dust that had collected there since the last clean.

Seungwoo sent him a dimpled smile as he passed the duster back, kissing the top of his head before making his way into the kitchen.

“C’mon, it’s Friday night and Y/n should be getting off soon. I’ll wash the veggies and cut up some of the meat. Pick which base you want to go in the hot pot.” the older man instructed. Seonghwa muttered something about washing his hands as he headed down the opposite side of the hall.

Idly, he wondered why you hadn’t called either of them yet. Usually, around this time, you liked to call them to have one or both of them keep you company on the drive home.

-x-

“I don't understand what you’re not getting. I said it’s an emergency, so go back there and tell the doctors I need help.”

You feel your temple throb in annoyance as you look at the woman parked in the handicap spot in front of your office. You can't help but notice the lack of a placard, but you inhale, putting on your best fake smile.

“Hello, I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but the office is currently closed. Urgent care is down the road, or I would recommend going to a hospital as soon as possible in the event of an emergency.”

The woman huffed, sticking her upper body out of the window.

“No! I had an appointment at 10 am! You have to take me!”

You look at your watch, the LED ‘5PM’ staring back at you before you lift your gaze to the woman, trying to keep your ‘customer service’ voice on despite the spiraling ridiculousness of the situation.

“Ah, we called you earlier-twice-to inquire about your appointment and if you needed it to be moved to a later date. Because we never got a callback, I’m afraid you’ll have to schedule another appointment. Or…go to urgent care down the street. They’re still open.” You try to offer helpfully.

Its met with an indignant huff as the woman glared you down. Before she even opened her mouth, you could tell this was going to be a conversation that would give you an even worse headache than usual.

“I don’t want to go there. I want the doctor to do his job and take care of this right now.”

Your fake smile loses its wattage and the annoyance is probably very much visible at this point by the settle of your brow as you exhale.

“The doctors are gone for the day. The doors are locked. Unfortunately, we cannot see you today since you didn’t show for your appointment.”

The woman launched into a tirade, hurling insults your way, but you find it more humorous this way, deciding to send a text to your boss about the situation before excusing yourself and heading to your car. The woman called after you, but you just calmly remind yourself that you don’t get paid enough to deal with that.

In fact, you’re off the clock. You’re not getting paid at all.

Instead, you set your phone up in the mounted dock on your dashboard and call one of your partners, relaxing into your seat as you hear a familiar deep voice pick up.

“Y/n? Are you on your way? Seungwoo-hyung is starting to prep for dinner.”

You smile the moment you hear Seonghwa’s voice, pulling out of the parking lot and leaving the ranting woman to her own devices.

“Sorry, some weirdo showed up as I was leaving, demanding to be let in for the ‘emergency’ of us seeing her, meanwhile she missed her appointment for 10, and didn’t return any of our calls.”

Seonghwa’s brows furrowed as he headed into the kitchen, setting his phone somewhere where it wouldn’t get wet or dropped and putting it on speaker for Seungwoo to hear you.

“You sound stressed. Is it just that?” Seungwoo hesitantly inquired.

As if opening the flood gates, you begin to vent about your day as you drive. From that woman outside the office demanding to be let in, to the coworker that tried to explain how to combat global warming, only to explain how to make an incredibly poisonous gas. Or the person who told them that she wouldn’t do what the doctor told her to do because it was ‘uncomfortable’ and wanted a shot to ‘fix’ the pain of her broken bone. Or the person asking for horse tranquilizer to help with their cold.

By the time you had settled down and let out an exasperated sigh, both Seonghwa and Seungwoo’s brows were fixed in perplexing positions, their mouths half-open.

“So anyway, sorry for venting, how is your day going?”

The two men exchanged a look before they began flying around the kitchen, preparing dinner faster than they were before.

“One, don’t ever apologize for venting. Two, hurry home so we can feed you, you’ve had a hell of a day, darling.” Seungwoo’s voice came from a bit farther away than Seonghwa’s had, and you can faintly hear the sound of a knife quickly chopping something in the background. You feel a bit bad, dumping all of the day’s stress on them.

They can tell from the silence coming from your end, apparently, and Seonghwa’s soothing voice snapped you out of your own musings.

“Don’t worry, Y/n. Our day was fine. We spent most of it cleaning up and preparing for the weekend. Got some fresh food from the store today, so we’ll be having hot pot.”

You feel your brows go up eagerly and you let out a small, excited ‘oh?’. Both of them laugh to themselves and you get home a bit faster than usual.

The moment you open the door, you feel your feet leave the floor as you’re engulfed in a strong pair of arms. Your feet dangle as Seungwoo picked you up, peppering your face in kisses. A smile crosses your face as you hug him back, your work bag slipping from your arm. Seonghwa appeared at your side, pulling it off completely before kissing your cheek, partially squishing you between them.

“Honey, I’m home.” you laugh playfully, kissing both of them as Seungwoo placed you back on the floor. They step aside so you can put your house slippers on, making your way to the kitchen, following the tantalizing scent of the hot pot broth. It’s set up in the living room, with comfortable cushions placed on the floor in a crescent shape so the three of you could eat and watch something on TV.

Instantly, you feel yourself smiling wider, sitting in the spot between the two of them and looking around at the spread of food in front of you.

“There’s so much here. What’s the special occasion?” You inquire, setting yourself an egg in the broth to cook slowly before grabbing some baby corn to put in the pot. Seungwoo pops open a bottle of apple soda, pouring it into your favorite glass before doing the same with Seonghwa’s watermelon soda.

“Our partner has had an absolutely garbage week and we want to help in any way that we can to help take some of the stress off of you. Tada, your favorite food and one of your favorite movies.” Seonghwa explained, cycling through movies on Disney+ before landing on The Princess and the Frog.

Your eyes light up (ha) before you look at both of them.

“What did I do to deserve such amazing partners?”

“You put up with my shit in college.” Seonghwa answered without missing a beat, making the two of you laugh as he put some pieces of chicken into the broth. Seungwoo sat by, checking the ingredients to make sure they were fully cooked before serving both of you, ever the diligent lover.

“You should eat too, Woo-ya.” You remind him, holding up a piece of freshly done beef, holding your bowl under it so the broth didn’t drip off of it. He chuckled and smiled, leaning to take it from your chopsticks before covering his mouth as he chewed.

“Wah, I really did get the freshest beef today, huh?” He mused, handing Seonghwa a few bok choy leaves. You relax in your cushion, eyes drifting from the pot to the tv every now and again, singing along eagerly to the upbeat jazzy songs.

Half an hour of eating later, all of the plates and bowls had been depleted, the fire underneath the hot pot turned off as the three of you shuffle about and shift positions. Seonghwa sprawled out on the couch behind you as you scoot closer to Seungwoo, the three of you touching at all times.

At some point, Seungwoo’s hand finds its way onto your thigh, massaging and kneading while both of Seonghwa’s come around to your shoulders, kneading and massaging. You feel your eyelids flutter, a small sigh leaving your lips while both of your lovers knead out the tension that had built up from the week.

“Goodness, Y/n, there’s so much tension back here.” Seonghwa sounded genuinely concerned, even sitting up with you between his legs as he kneaded your shoulders. You wince at first, just from the knots being worked on, but you don’t pull away from him, only closing your eyes as you quietly sang along to a certain iconic firefly on screen.

Seungwoo shared a look with him, motioning behind him and silently conveying that he was going to go run bath water for you. You feel him move, but you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes, enjoying the feel of Seonghwa’s fingers working out the stress from your shoulders and back too much at the moment.

You stirr slightly when you hear the distant sound of water running, lifting your head. Seonghwa smiled and kissed the crown of your head, lowering his voice to a small coo.

“You ready to take a bath? Hyung should be getting it ready for you.”

You looked up, eyes crossing slightly as Seonghwa eclipsed into your view, kissing your nose before kissing your lips. You hum against his, smiling sweetly before you pull away, rising to your feet. Seonghwa follows suit, wrapping his arms around your waist and slowly waddling towards the bathroom, careful not to trip or step on your toes.

When you entered the bathroom, the soothing scent of citrus and something that reminded you of the ocean flooded into your nose. Your eyes zero in on the large tub in the center of the room, noting the milky white color and the slices of different citrus and previously dried flower petals now floating about in the bath as Seungwoo gently stirred it all together. He picks up the sound of you and Seonghwa entering the room and looks up, his dimples popping as he smiled.

“Oh, is the movie over? The bath is just about finished, darling. Did you want me to get your pjs ready while you bathe or…?” He trailed off and you feel yourself getting emotional.

It was the little things, but the two of them were always here for you. No matter how hard things got, no matter how overwhelmed the work day-or week-made you, you still had these two loveable goofballs to return home to.

“Can you stay? Both of you? It’s big enough.”

Indeed, the tub had been custom bought with the three of you in mind. Your response seemed to both surprise and make them flustered.

“If that’s what you want, of course.”

You smile and grab Seonghwa’s hand, pulling him closer to Seungwoo and kissing both of them, tender and slow before you worked on helping them strip. They glance at one another, seemingly pleased that they’d turned the evening around for you, and start taking your clothes off, Seungwoo’s damp and slightly cold hands contrasting Seonghwa’s warm ones. Seungwoo gets in first, scooting over and extending a hand so you can follow suit. Seonghwa’s hand remained firmly on your waist, making sure to keep you from falling as you lowered yourself into the tub. Once he had gotten in, the three of you sink in unison, sighing out as the warm, fresh scented water covered your shoulders.

“I…really appreciate this, you two.” You mumble, smiling as a sakura petal floated by, eventually getting stuck on Seungwoo’s pectoral as he began to wash his arms.

“We were going to do it anyway because the milk bath things we’d ordered from overseas had finally came in but it’s an added bonus since you’ve been having a rough time. It’s not much, but I hope this took some of your stress away.” He motioned for you to turn, and when you do, you feel him lightly washing your back with a loofah.

Seonghwa hummed in agreement from the other side of the tub, grabbing your leg and gently washing it, making small comments on how smooth your skin was. The bath had certainly helped, but you find yourself unable to comment on that, your eyes slipping closed as both of them wash you.

You don’t know when you drifted off, and once you come to, you make an idle comment on how dangerous it is to do so when you notice you’re being wrapped in a warm, fluffy towel. You blink a bit and Seungwoo laughed gently picking you up.

“We’re almost done, baby.”

No words leave your lips as you nod, a pleasant fuzz enveloping your mind. Seonghwa hung back for a bit, presumably to clean the tub before he joined you minutes later, looking through some of the skin care products the three of you have. You sit in Seungwoo’s lap, eyes closed as you let Seonghwa moisturize your face.

“Oh, darling. You’re so sleepy, aren’t you?” He cooed, leaning forward to press kisses against various parts of your freshly moisturized face. You grumble sleepily, chasing his lips before you pout at him. He laughed and finally relented, kissing you softly. You wrap your arms around Seonghwa’s shoulders, humming as you lean against him. You can feel Seungwoo’s hands on your body as you do, rubbing cream against your skin. It doesn’t leave an oily feel, and once you’re done, you turn your head to kiss him in thanks. He laughed at the needy whines behind your kisses every time he tried to remind you that you all needed to get dressed.

Instead, he relented, pulling you into the bed and lifting the blankets for Seonghwa to follow suit. You’re enveloped in their arms, surrounded by warmth as you hear them share a kiss over your head. They’re whispering something while tracing patterns along your skin, but in this pleasant haze, you can’t make out what the words are.

Instead, the sound of Seungwoo’s heartbeat against your ear and Seonghwa’s against your back began to soothe you, pulling you deeper into the realm of sleep.

Soon, you lose the battle against it, drifting back to sleep into their arms. Both of them notice your murmurs and bring their conversation to a close, smiling victoriously.

Sometimes, it’s the simple kindness behind your actions that can turn your partner’s week around.

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