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slytherinshua · 1 year ago
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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
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SEUNGWOO
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SEUNGSIK
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HEOCHAN
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SEJUN
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HANSE
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BYUNGCHAN
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SUBIN
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↳ victon taglist: @yeonjuns-redhair,, @skz-minchan-enthusiast,, @edensgardenn,, @cyberpunksunwoo
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chanyouchan · 2 years ago
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⌕ andorinha o peito
⚠ em caso de inspiração, me credite.
📆 03/06/23 | ✎ @mnini (psd)
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snoos-tattoos · 2 years ago
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@faceglitchsworld @serendipminie
I'm weak.
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chanis-banani · 1 year ago
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Forget Seungwoo, you two are now my no.1 nemeses.
The Dock of the Bay (m)
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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
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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.
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dollzites · 2 months ago
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⏦゚♡︎ MYEONG’S BLOG
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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.
hello!! 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!! 🤍
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ʚɞ groups that I write for!
bts skz tbz svt p1harmony riize enhypen treasure ateez exo nct txt bigbang 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
ʚɞ solo artists that I write for!
kang daniel zico wonho woodz b.i — I’m open to welcoming in new artists! so always recommend ㅤ♡
ʚɞ actors that I write for!
lee jongsuk ji changwook lee byunghun cha eunwoo lee dongwook jung haein nam joohyuk kang haneul 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 kim seonho — 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♡
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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!
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chanis-banani · 2 years ago
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★ 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)
•.°○•☆.•♡•.☆•○°.•
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fleeting-starshower · 2 years ago
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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!
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🏆🤡 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
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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~
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strawberrickys · 7 months ago
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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
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slytherinshua · 8 months ago
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Guess who was reading our old vampire victon fics...
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Zanna when I catch you....
oh...
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fleeting-starshower · 2 years ago
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@certified-mujin-simp
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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afterglowsw · 4 years ago
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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! ♡
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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.
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x1protector · 6 years ago
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imperial crossroads : prologue 1
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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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soakedpotato2020 · 5 years ago
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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.
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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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atiny-piratequeen · 3 years ago
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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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biaswreckingfics · 4 years ago
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exes prompt #10 with victon han seungwoo please. thank u ✨
Seungwoo + Fluff
(You invite me over to babysit your baby brother/sister because I was the only one who managed to calm her down)
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You knock on the apartment door three times and step back, already cringing as you listen to Seungwoo's little sister scream from the other side. You knew your ex would only call you if he was at his wit's end, and from the sounds you are hearing, you're sure he's close.
The door flies open, revealing a stressed-out Seungwoo, and allowing the screaming to get twice as loud. You hurriedly step in and search for the source of the noise, quickly finding his little sister in the corner of the living room.
She lets out an even louder scream at the appearance of a new person, but it quickly dwindles when she realizes it's you. Her blubbering starts to slow down and she sniffles as she starts to catch her breath. You slowly approach her, in hopes to not set her off again, and crouch down to her level when you feel like you're close enough.
She watches you closely as she wipes at her eyes. Her face is beat red and snot is coming out of her nose, but she's still as cute as you remember.
"Hey, sweetheart," you say, opening your arms for her.
The second she hears your voice, she runs straight at you, throwing her little arms around your neck. You scoop her up and hold her tightly before turning to face Seungwoo with a victory smile plastered on your face.
He stands off to the side, watching the two of you with a small smile of his own. The smile that still manages to affect you, even though the two of you haven't been together in a while.
"Thank you so much. I couldn't think of anyone else that'd be able to help me calm her down like you do. I hope it wasn't too much trouble for you to come over here," he tells you while slowly approaching.
"Not at all. You know how much I adore her."
Seungwoo reaches a hand up and pets the back of his little sister's head, causing her to shove her face into your neck some more. You lean your head against the top of hers and smile at Seungwoo, not knowing that his heart is pounding in his chest at the sight.
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slytherinshua · 7 months ago
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THE NIGHT WHERE IT ENDED
genre. vampire au. angst. little bit of fluff. warnings. guns. vampires fighting against humans. a lot of blood. major character death. kinda half proofread half not. pairing. vampire!hanbin x vampire!reader. ft. vampire!zhanghao, vampire!seungwoo (x1/victon/solo), and vampire!sejeong (ioi/gugudan/solo). wc. 3.7k. request. @blue-jisungs begged me to write pt 2 but i think she's regretting that decision now skjdksd oops. a/n. i'm sorry for this fic okay like srsly i'm sorry 😭😭😭 divider by @/sweetparty.
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“Why are you restless, my love?” Hanbin asked softly as he wrapped his left arm around your shoulder, the fabric of his robe draping over your skin and shielding you from the cool night breeze.
“I think we are making a mistake, Hanbin.” You said quietly. Hanbin could feel the weight of your words despite how vague they were. He tilted his head and focused his crimson eyes on you, attempting to read your thoughts. 
The skill was challenging to use on other vampires. You were neither human nor a recently turned vampire, so your thoughts were safely hidden from most. The connection of your souls made it easier for Hanbin to get in, though. And when he did, gathering a few more pieces of information about what was bothering you, he knew you were probably right. 
“You mean about humans?” His hand slowly rubbed over your arm, a simple tranquillity spell dispersing from his fingertips. This, unlike the mind reading, was something he could do without any effort. He often used it on you when he could, to help calm you in any way. You always noticed when he did, and he knew you appreciated the gesture by the look in your eyes. The same happened now, as he felt your body slowly relax in his hold. 
“They are coming into the age of technology— progressing at a rate faster than we’ve ever seen before. The elders have grown foolish. They have not seen the outside world for themselves in hundreds of years. They still think humans are weak and easy.” You explained the things that Hanbin knew very well. As merely a short thousand years old or a little more, both of you were at the front of missions and leading forces. Being young and able-bodied yet skilled enough to face almost anything, there was little left to improve on.
“Their guns have grown more powerful. So have their bombs. They are no longer scared, weak, foolishly mortal beings who run around with pitchforks and torches. They have weapons causing damage that not even the best of spells could hope to remedy. I’ve explained this all to the elders, but they won’t listen to my suggestions. They don’t believe me.” You said in defeat, faced with an impossible task.
Never before had you seen your fellow vampires die so quickly. Bullets seared through their bodies faster than the wind, and it only took a couple to knock a vampire unconscious. It was only a matter of time before the wounds killed them. The simple truth you were faced with was almost impossible to accept.
Humans were growing stronger than vampires. Despite their weak bodies, their propensity for fear, their stupidity, or their short life-spans. The advantage they had over vampires was constant adaptation and invention. You could barely name a change in the castle in 800 years, but the changes to the human world were endless. And each one was more impressive than the last.
Diseases that had once killed millions were being researched and prevented, a problem of the past for humans. Modern technology in the form of telephones, space travel, and computers aided in all facets of human life. It was simply astonishing how fast the world could change. Vampires simply had no way to keep up, you realized.
“It will take time for them to come around, but they will. When they see for themselves how many we’ve lost— how we are no longer overpowering humans tenfold. They will surely change their course of action then.” Hanbin words soothed your worried heart. You felt foolish for wanting to believe every word that came out of his mouth, but it felt like second nature. You just hoped he was right.
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“This is it?” You asked, glancing at Hanbin from across the table to catch his nod. On the marble surface lay a large rifle, one that had single-handedly taken out 3 of your vampires that evening with just 5 bullets. 
It had been several months since your worry had started, and you realized now that you had vastly underestimated how quickly humans improved. What once took 10 or more bullets to fatally injure a vampire now decreased to just 1 or 2. If this is what humans could do in just a few months, what more developments could they introduce in 10 years?
“They’ve developed this model for the past couple of months to specifically target our weaknesses. They must have studied one of our men to know that silver bullets would be more deadly than anything else. When aimed at our hearts, it’s very easy to kill a vampire with just 1 shot.” Hanbin said wearily, his expression growing dim like yours.
“For the first time ever, they’re killing us faster than we’re turning them.” You muttered, trying to not let the thought terrify you. It could easily mean the extinction of vampires within a short hundred years.
You turned to the elders who you were consulting about the issue, studying their pale faces. Seungwoo looked stone faced, which you expected. He was one of the few elders who knew about the situation, as he often went out into the human world, disguising himself as one of them. As the most advanced healer among the clan, he had tended to many of the injured fighters in the past months. He was familiar with the damage the weapon could do, and the number of vampires that had been lost to its deadly silver bullets. 
Zhang Hao looked surprised, and maybe even a little bit scared at the news. His eyes were wide, but he kept his face as stoic as possible. He was one of the most powerful vampires concerning spells. His magic was strong and his knowledge was vast. He knew ancient rituals and was able to create entirely new incantations by studying old texts. You respected his opinion on the issue, and was sure he would be able to advise how to train the younger vampires with protective charms.
You skipped past the dozen or so council member elders, and turned finally to Sejeong, watching her face twist in anger. She never failed to lead the vampires expertly, but her temper was a cause of concern for you. She held grudges against the humans more personally than Hao or Seungwoo. She had often been at the front of the battlefield hundreds of years ago, and she had seen no shortage of vampire bloodshed. Under her reign there had been centuries of peace, as she wisely chose to not engage with the humans unless necessary. Now that they were actively seeking out her citizens, though, she wasn’t willing to let it slide. 
You could predict many possible outcomes from this. Sejeong’s ruling might result in peace once again, or in a war that no one would be able to survive. It was your duty to trust and follow her every command, operating on her word to the best of your abilities, but you had never experienced such high risks. You were worried you might not make it out of this battle, or worse, that Hanbin would face death with you.
The 3 elders you had watched expectantly, having been the very 3 to conjoin yours and Hanbin’s souls, were well aware of the risks. Vampire souls were not naturally supposed to meld together, and although you and Hanbin were perfectly matched, your joining still faced consequences. If one of you died, it was likely that the other would not be able to survive alone. Whenever you called to one another through your tattoos, you had to bear the burning sensation that came from using such power. If one of you was in pain, the other experienced it too. There was never a burden that could be held by just one person. You and Hanbin were a pair, and you simply could not be separated. 
It was back in Hanbin’s tower after the meeting that you voiced your concern. After Sejeong decided on facing the problem head on, just as you expected, and it was only a matter of days before you would be sent out to attack.
“I think it would be best if we stuck together at all times. If you get out of my sight, I won’t know if you’re safe.” You said quietly, biting the inside of your cheek in worry. Hanbin walked across the room, joining you on the couch, lacing his hand with yours. 
“I won’t go anywhere without you, even if it means disobeying the elders' orders. We don’t know what could happen to our souls if one of us gets hurt. We’re meant to be together, not apart.” You continued, meeting Hanbin’s crimson eyes with yours. 
He nodded, “Whatever you wish.” He squeezed your hand reassuringly.
“I should close the curtain. The sun is coming up.” You kissed his cheek and stood up to do so. Hanbin’s eyes watched you as you walked across the room and drew the blinds. He leaned back against the sofa, gaze still fixed on you as you shuffled through the bookcase on the wall, picking up a history book about ancient vampire civilizations. He could see the anxiety in your eyes, and he felt a twist in his stomach, mirroring yours.
“Calm down, Y/n. We’ll be alright, no matter what happens.” Hanbin said. He motioned for you to put down the book and come back to his arms. “Stop worrying about me. I’ll be fine. I won’t get hurt. I promise I won’t.” He whispered to you, a comforting smile on his face.
You wondered how he could always be so sure and confident. You were constantly riddled with worries, but, like always, Hanbin assured you, easing your anxiety with his words or his spells. You could feel his magic work on you as he wrapped his arms around you, and you instantly felt at peace.
You stayed in his arms until the sun had fully risen, savouring the quiet moments while you still could. There would be no spare moment to relax once the full moon came. You couldn’t ask for him to keep the calming spell going all day, but for as long as you were in his arms, you allowed yourself to let him take your mind off of everything.
You even managed to fall asleep from how comfortable you were cuddled in his hold. When you woke up and looked up at him, his eyes had fallen shut as well, but you could tell he was only dozing. Beads of sweat had gathered on his forehead from how long he had been casting the spell. Even though it was a fairly easy one that he had mastered centuries ago, keeping it going for hours at a time still took an extreme amount of energy.
You kissed his cheek, watching as his eyes opened slowly. He smiled and wiped his dewy skin, sitting up slowly. You felt the spell wear off as Hanbin relaxed his shoulders, and the thoughts flooding your head came back immediately. A sigh left your lips. You couldn’t ask him to keep it going for any longer. You felt guilty for how long he had been doing it already, knowing just how exhausting it must have been.
“You didn’t have to do that for so long.” You whispered, standing up from his lap and circling around to the back of the couch. You unclasped the outer cloth of his long robe, leaving just the tunic and pants he was wearing. Your hands fell to his neck and shoulders, slowly starting to massage the muscles, working out the knots he had developed. 
His eyes fell shut, a pained whine escaping his lips from the sensation. He was always so focused on taking care of you, he rarely noticed when his own body was suffering. He felt relieved as the pain slowly subsided with the help of one of your healing spells, the touch of your fingers over his bare skin becoming softer.
Your fingers lingered on the side of his neck when you were done, circling the pads of your pointer and middle finger over his pulsepoint, feeling the faint beating of his heart. It was slower in pace than humans, but it was still felt from the touch of your finger. 
The life of vampires relied on magical powers (and a constant supply of blood) over bodily function. In his life as a human, Hanbin’s heart had been the most vital organ to his survival. But now, keeping his body healthy so his powers flowed freely was of equal importance. The two were still intertwined, a constant balance was the key to being a powerful vampire. Poor bodily function translated to weakened power. The fact that you could still hear Hanbin’s heart clearly was a testament to his abilities. It would take an extraordinary force to weaken him to the point of death, and that thought comforted you.
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You had seen many conflicts in your lifetime, mostly human wars of which vampires were no part of. But it was an entirely different feeling standing at the front of the battleline in the dead of night, preparing your strongest spells, knowing you were vastly outnumbered by the enemy’s army. 
Hanbin was by your side, his finger still barely grazing your hand, trying to get as much strength from you before the fight started. Fear filled both of your body’s, but a strong determination overpowered it. The risk was immense, but you needed to win. You would come out of it alive, no matter what.
The explosions were deafening, ringing in your ears at ten times the intensity that they sounded to humans. It was dizzying, and you could barely keep track of the spells you were casting. They seemed to be working well enough to defend yourself, as any man who charged at you soon found himself in a pool of his own blood on the grass. 
You weren’t sure how long you had been fighting, or how many more men you could hold off. It felt like they just kept coming. You had never used this much power all at once, but you couldn’t stop even for a second. It couldn’t go on forever, right?
There was no big explosion, nor were any human soldiers in range to hurt you. You weren’t in the line of gunshots. There was no possible way a grenade could have reached you without you noticing it. So why did you suddenly feel such excruciating pain?
Hanbin. Where was Hanbin?
The smoke on the battlefield hindered the humans from seeing, but you were effortlessly able to clear a path. It was easy to find Hanbin— you always came back to him without even thinking. You knew where he was immediately, and your legs carried you to him in an instant. 
His eyes looked scared as they met yours. He was on his knees, surrounded by the men he had taken out, their blood soaked on his skin and clothes. The crimson of his eyes had faded, suggesting his weakening state. You couldn’t tell what blood was his, but you could tell that he was losing it fast. 
“Hanbin— get up. Get up, please.” You grabbed his arm in a panic, pulling him up to his feet and supporting his body on yours as you quickly found a sheltered spot to let him sit.
“What happened? Why are you hurt— you said you wouldn’t get hurt.” You cried, holding a bloody palm to your tattoos, trying to summon a healing spell. Hanbin was barely breathing; struggling to stay conscious for you.
After hours of fighting, your power had grown weak. The pain you experienced, mirroring the injuries on Hanbin’s body, also prevented you from conjuring the spell. You gave up trying to get it from the source, realising that it wouldn’t work in your current state. Instead, you placed your hands on Hanbin’s chest, your fingers touching the ink on his collarbone. You closed your eyes tightly, mustering as much strength as you could to reach his body. His tattoos flickered, wanting to shine brightly from your touch, but unable to summon enough power for it.
He gasped, air flooding his lungs again. His eyes watered from the pain, and he instinctively tried to push your hands away, although he knew that they were what was still keeping him alive. The blood loss was driving his body and mind crazy; the need, the thirst for it, overwhelming. You realized what was going on from just his face, the unmistakable sign of a bloodthirsty vampire flashing in his faint eyes. 
“Take mine.” You said quickly, pushing your garment to the side, exposing your neck to him. 
“N-no, I can’t.” He whispered, terrified at the thought of hurting you.
“Please. You’ll die.” You begged, your voice laced with desperation. Strangely, you had no fear. You didn’t care about how much it would hurt, or if it would drive you bloodthirsty as well. You just needed him to survive.
Due to his weak state, you were able to overpower him. You forced his mouth open in desperation, revealing the sharp fangs on his top row of teeth. He cried, having no strength to stop you. He would rather die than risk causing you harm. 
Hanbin submitted to your wishes, knowing that if he didn’t comply with biting you, you would find a different, more dangerous way to give him your blood. He sunk his fangs weakly into your neck and forced himself to suck. The taste of your blood trickling down his throat instantly curbed the insatiable need for it. You cried out in pain, feeling your strength wither as your blood left you. The sound broke Hanbin’s heart, icy tears falling from his eyes.
The taste of your blood was sweet and warm, but Hanbin refused to enjoy a single drop of it. As soon as he felt a fraction of his strength coming back, he used it to push you off of him. 
You looked back at him and the entire world seemed to disappear. The fight was still ongoing behind you, but no shouts or explosions reached your ears. His eyes slowly gained back their colour, flickering to yours and softening. With tear stains on his cheeks and blood splattered across his face and neck, he reached for you gently, hesitantly. Almost too hesitant to be quite like him. 
“I hurt you.” He said in anguish, his eyes unable to leave the wound on your neck. “Why did you let me hurt you?” He searched your face for an answer, and it stared right back at him. Losing him would be more painful to you than any wound, even if he was the one who gave it to you. He could hurt you, wound you, or even kill you, and you would still give yourself up to him without needing to think.
Vampires always felt cold, but Hanbin’s touch felt exceptionally gelid when it reached your cheek. He looked gaunt, his exhaustion evident even after he had gotten some strength back. You needed to get him to safety, somewhere where skilled healers could tend to him. His eyes looked scared. Not scared of the battle, but scared of himself and what he had done to you.
“You could never hurt me. Just please stay alive.” You whispered, holding his bloodied hand. His eyes still naturally drew back to your neck, shaky breaths leaving him as he processed your words and nodded weakly. 
He bent to kiss you with the energy he had, the action portraying a million thoughts and feelings. You felt him crumble in your arms, his body giving out on him as his lips touched yours. You held him steady, supporting his neck so his head didn’t fall. His eyelids drooped, and with a trembling breath you realized the carmine colour of his eyes was fading again.
“No, no— Hanbin, please.” Your hands fumbled, trying to think of what to do. You simply had no power left to give to him. Your hand slipped to his waist, trying to readjust him into a better position. That’s when you felt the warm liquid on your hand. 
The wound must have been from a bullet, you deduced quickly. No other weapon that humans possessed could have caused him to bleed so much. The bullet had pierced him in merely half a second, lodging itself in his side. It was a wonder how such a small piece of silver could do so much damage to a vampire as powerful as Hanbin. He was dazed, the feeling of you pressing on the wound to try to stop the bleeding the only sensation he could discern.
Shouts grew louder in your ear. Although you had found a hidden space away from the battle, you were still exposed to danger. You stood carefully, pulling Hanbin up with you. Your only hope now was to get him back to safety as quickly as possible. His soul was still clinging to the bit of energy you had given him, but you wouldn’t have much time before it ran out completely. 
He stumbled as he rose to his feet, doing his best to support his own weight. He would have fallen back into your arms if something hadn’t hit him quicker. A small piece of silver, not more than 2 centimetres, seared straight through his chest, and a gasp fell from his lips.
You heard the shot. You felt it too, in the middle of your chest, a scathing pain spreading up your neck. You failed to catch Hanbin in time before he fell. 
It was over. You knew you had failed. Your options were expended and your time running out. Dropping to the ground as well, you clung to his body. With no energy left to fight, much less save him, you accepted the loss. Closing your eyes, you gathered him in your arms and pressed a kiss to his forehead as if you were comforting a small child.
It was a send off, of sorts. A last goodbye, and a testament to your love. He took his final breath, cradled safe in your arms, protected from the world. After all he had given for you, he deserved to rest comfortably. 
As his soul perished, you felt yours fading as well. He was taking you with him, knowing you could never live apart from him. Intertwined in every way, even until death. That was the fate you and him shared.
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