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risque business (m) | kth

⟶ Summary | Business and pleasure can never mix well. Not until he came into the picture while bringing trouble. He makes you break your own rules, and he loves breaking you apart into pieces, only to make you whole again with his sinful touch.

⟶ Title | Risqué Business ⟶ Pairings | Taehyung x female reader ⟶ Genre | Boss!reader, Employee!Taehyung, Situationship!au, older female reader ⟶ Word count | 7,940 words ⟶ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; Porn With Plot (if you squint a little), power play, fraternising, forbidden relationship, age gap (older female), with explicit sexual scenes, including: sexual tension, public sex, office sex, mild exhibitionism, dom!Taehyung, sub!reader, brat!reader, mild humiliation, praise kink, mentions of drunk sex, deepthroating, punishment talk, edging, begging, hair pulling, dirty talk, crass language, biting, lip biting, breast play, nipple play/biting, fingering, oral sex (female receiver), panty sniffing, clit play, hand job, clothed sex, restraint, light bondage, spanking, pussy slapping, crying (while OC is in a headspace), orgasm control, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, unprotected sex, creampie, cum play, aftercare. ⟶ Author’s Note | I have no idea where this came from, but it just happened. This story is roughly edited as this was written during my busiest week, but I hope you can still enjoy this one. Happy reading! ⟶ Story Note | Written in 2nd person POV (in case you’re new to my writing, I don’t use ‘y/n’ coding as all of my lead characters are considered as OCs). Banner design made by the lovely @shadowkoo, divider by @/cafekitsune | Posted in: Sept 30th, 2024 by @yoonia

⟶ Written as part of the @bangtanwritershq “Got A Secret, Can You Keep It?” Third Quarter 2024 writing event! ⟡ AU type: Black Swan - Taboo Relationship AU ⟡ Themes: Age Gap, Workplace Relationship ⟡ Inclusions: Coworkers, Edging, Fingering, Exhibitionism, Restraints, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Sub/Dom

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He is a walking temptation.

This thought had run through your head ever since the moment he stepped foot into your office for his interview. You still remember how the entire room shifted when he entered, his presence drawing all the attention that you only saw as his potential.

You only realise now that you should have seen it as a warning.

He is trouble.

Yet another warning that you ignored.

Because he has always been trouble since day one; since the moment you laid eyes on him and he returned your curious eyes with a smug grin and a pair of sultry eyes; when he kept offering to stay behind in the office after-hours to help whenever he caught you on overtime; or to do small favours just to get your attention on him when he noticed that you kept trying to ignore his presence.

You had once thought that you would be able to control him. He is younger, after all. A newbie in your line of business even with years of experience in the field under his belt which he gained from other places, other companies that he joined before stepping into your property to align himself with yours.

And you believed that he would look at you with undying respect. For him to know to follow the rules. To follow your ways if he has a strong will to learn and prosper under your wings.

Yet another mistake that you have made.

Because he has all the control. He is the one to make his own rules, and before you realise it, he has somehow managed to make you follow them the moment you rescind any control.

And he is strictly forbidden.

Forbidden to look at, to lust, to even imagine to have any dirty thoughts with. Forbidden to touch.

But when he is the one touching you like this—

“Fraternising in the company is completely forbidden,” you breathlessly whisper to him while stifling a moan as his fingers—those long, deft fingers of his—trace down your cleavage, made exposed after he plucked a few buttons of your blouse loose earlier while he was distracting you with his deep, alluring voice.

With your body pinned against the wall, right next to the door to your office, you are made to feel as if you have no escape. Nowhere to run from his touch and his compelling presence.

Taehyung’s chest rumbles against your palms as he chuckles deeply, as if knowing that you are trapped between the wall and his body pleases him. His warm breath falls on your lips as he keeps taunting you with a promising kiss that never comes. “And I’m sure you were the one who made the rules.”

“Maybe. I can’t seem to remember quite well.”

You might as well be, as the one who built this company from the ground up. But it is hard to think clearly, much less to remember everything that you had done about the rules, when your mind is barely coherent. Too hazy with lust. Too muddled with the sensations he is bringing to your body.

Humming to himself, he brushes his lips against the shell of your ear and whispers, “And what do they say about rules again?”

You can only sigh. Because the way his lips are touching the right spots feels too good. “Hmm—I’m not sure I can think of any.”

Your mind has gone blank. Your body is feeling too much, and not having enough at the same time that you are starting to wish that he would just stop stalling.

Less talk, more action.

Yet any word of complaint dies on your tongue when he moves his lips lower, pressing at the side of your neck. “They say rules are meant to be broken,” he breathes against your skin.

“Who said it? You?”

A chuckle, and then a press of his lips on your skin thaws your ire. A nip, not enough to hurt, but enough to send a different kind of heat rolling through your body. “Maybe.”

Your eyes flutter, closing briefly when he presses a kiss at your pulse point. A shudder runs through your body and you relish in it, sighing at how delicate yet sinful it feels. And how much you love it.

“I should’ve known that you’re nothing but trouble.”

Another chuckle, yet he doesn’t move his lips. His fingers, however, slip deeper under your blouse, finding the soft spot hidden under the lace of your bra. “Would you have hired me if you’d known then?”

“Hard to say,” you try to deny it. But you know that he can tell what a terrible liar you are.

Because you had always known he was trouble.

“Really?” he taunts you. The mocking tone of his voice doesn’t unnerve you much, however, when all you can focus on right now is the way his fingers are dipping lower, slipping under your blouse, under your bra, while his other hand trails down to your hips. “Are you sure that wasn’t the reason why you took me in? You wanted trouble, didn’t you? You craved it.”

You open your mouth to answer, only for the words to fail when he captures the shell of your ear with his lips, nipping at it at the same time his fingers slip under the lace of your bra to find your hardening bud.

“I can tell how much you love it,” he murmurs against your ear at the light shudder he ignites through your body.

Groaning deeply, you realise that it would be foolish to try and deny it now. Not when your body is engulfed in heat, nor when your skin feels like it is burning under his touch.

Your mouth falls open with a gasp when he shoves down the front of your bra. Your nipples have grown hard after his constant teasing and have become so sensitive to the touch that the brush of your lace against the hardened tip feels intense. Your chest arches towards him, aching for him to lay his hand on your flesh once again.

Smiling wickedly, he grazes his palms over your breasts, lightly bouncing their weight and kneading them. His head dips lower as he begins trailing soft kisses down the column of your throat.

As your eyes flutter close, you vividly remember that neither of you had the chance to lock your door when Taehyung first barged into your office, offering to ‘help’ after knowing that you were still there, finishing your work while secretly waiting for him. It might be risky, knowing that you are not the only ones working late tonight.

But frankly, you don’t care.

Your breath grows heavy, filled with need, and every thought of being caught slips out of your mind the more he goes lower. His lips barely touch your collarbone before he dips, pressing a kiss on the top of your breasts, starting from one side onto the next. Your body arches into his mouth, hoping to lead him to go lower. Taehyung follows, his lips moving closer to the tip of your breasts. His fingers linger on the lace of your bra, pulling down and down, opening up more space as he shoves and tucks them under your breasts, pushing them up.

With a humming sound, his lips continue tracing your skin as he begins bending himself lower. You can feel his lips moving close, hovering towards his target, and your hand moves to the back of his head, clasping and sinking into his hair to guide him there. But right before he reaches your throbbing bud, Taehyung simply flicks his tongue with a brief touch and stops, before moving to the other side.

“Tae—” you gasp, feeling like you are getting throttled back down after anticipating the wave of pleasure that you are seeking. But then your breath is caught when he does the same, kissing and licking until he is close to capturing your nipple into his sinful mouth, only to flick his tongue over it and move away.

A deep chuckle rumbles from his throat at the sound of your soft whine. “What is it, baby? Do you want something from me?”

“Stop teasing,” you murmur between your gasping breaths.

With a grin on his face, Taehyung presses his lips at the valley of your breasts, coaxing you to draw a deep breath. He straightens up after, standing tall before you and starts perusing your body with his deep gaze.

“I love it when you look like this,” he marvels, while his eyes are roaming down your exposed breasts, his hands remain on your hips, holding you steady. “It turns me on to know that I’m the only one in this building who can see you like this.”

Your body heats up under his gaze, yet you try to hide it. “Does that make you feel good about yourself?” you mock him with barely an ire in your body.

“It would be a lie if I say it doesn’t,” he says with a wicked grin on his face. ‘But, you know—” He briefly pauses as he runs his gaze down your body one last time. Licking his lips, he shrugs off the suit jacket that he is wearing, tossing it away. “I wonder what would everyone think if they saw their admirable boss in this position.” He leans in, whispering to you, “I wonder what everyone would say if they had known I’m the only one who can make you lose yourself like this.”

Thinking about such a scenario brings that warmth up to your cheeks. For years, you have built a credible reputation among your peers and the staff working in your company. Known mostly as the cold, calm leader with a steel-strong resolve when it comes to your work, everyone has always looked at you with respect, sometimes fear.

Until one night, he came and changed everything.

A mistake. That was what you called it.

You had hoped that holding the New Year’s Eve party at the office building early this year would help build a strong bond between everyone in the company. It was supposed to be a simple celebration where everyone could get to know each other better, for your staff to mingle and build their networks in a more relaxed atmosphere.

But as the alcohol was served and the rush quickly set in, and everyone got swayed into the celebration, even you had to give in to temptation.

Taehyung had been the one to approach you first. From offering you drinks, to becoming your companion to talk to, sharing a couple of flirty comments and compliments which made your cheeks flush. Until you suddenly found yourself alone with him in the conference room while the party kept going outside.

And then everything just fell into place. It all started with your knees pressed onto the cold floor of the conference room, his fingers entangled in the strands of your hair, his thick cock sliding in and out of your throat, and his deep voice—his pleasured grunts and moans—filled the room, barely drowned by the beat of the music still playing loudly on the other side of the wall. And he took it a step further when he finally took you while having you bent over the conference table, right where all the bosses and leaders would be having a meeting at the start of the new year.

For the first time, you experienced pleasure like never before. The thrill that you were made to feel that night felt exhilarating and intoxicating at the same time, that you have continued craving for it again and again.

And your secret tryst has continued almost every night since then. Always during the night time, when the office is quiet—except for the small group of people that would often linger to finish their extra work after dinnertime. Always in the confines of the rooms available on your floor; in your office, in the copy room, and many times in the conference room, where he would tease you about your first night together as you reminisced every moment you shared with him that night.

“What are you thinking right now?” Taehyung asks, bringing one of his hands up, trailing the mess he has made out of your blouse before reaching up to touch the underside of your breast. “Are you thinking about that night again?” he asks, leaning close so he can whisper to you, “when we made a mess in the conference room and let everyone sit around the traces, completely oblivious, during the board meeting held the next morning?”

Heat rushes all the way down between your legs when you recall that moment again. Then he brushes his thumb across your hardened nipple, causing the heat to pulse wildly from the depth of your core.

You bite your lips, swallowing your moan. “Or maybe,” he whispers in your ear, “are you thinking about the time I stole your bra, forcing you to go around the office without one, with your nipples almost piercing through your thin blouse.”

The flush in your cheek deepens, growing warmer as you remember the shame and humiliation you felt that day. While nobody seemed to have caught on to the lack of undergarments as you went about with your day, the thrill of having the risk of getting someone noticing your nipples through your soft lavender blouse you were wearing at the time heightened your senses, that by the time he finally rewarded you with pleasure, every cell in your body erupted beautifully like fireworks.

“Look at you. You’re only thinking about the naughty things we did and you’re already responding like a good girl,” he teases you with a chuckle, noticing before you do the way your chest rises and falls rapidly with your breath, when the memories make you feel hot inside, ready to explode. Taehyung revels in this sight for a moment, and then he bends down to capture your unattended nipple with his lips, sucking hard on it until you let out a soft cry.

In one swift movement, he pulls away and tugs your blouse off while keeping your bra on your skin. And then he is on you again, one arm wrapped around your body, pulling you into him. With his other hand resting on the back of your head, he kisses your lips.

Your mind grows hazy with the kiss, barely feeling it as Taehyung weaves his fingers through your hair. Until he suddenly takes a handful of strands and pulls back, forcing you to release his lips and look up at him.

At the sound of your small cries, his lips rise to a grin. He leans close, pressing his lips right under your ear as he questions you, "Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight?”

With a gasp, you answer him, “Yes.” The sound comes out soft—too soft—showing him that you are already so close to unravelling.

Yet he seems pleased as he leans back in to kiss your lips again. Your lips seem to melt into the kiss, while your body heats up further. “Funny enough, I find it hard to believe,” he murmurs against your lips. “Not with the way you kept teasing me all day.”

“I did no such thing,” you try to protest.

“Really, now? That’s not what I saw,” he murmurs with a deep voice, almost like a groan, “And I know what I saw.”

You can only bite your lips. Because he isn’t wrong.

You have been deliberately teasing him all day. Starting from the attire that you have chosen for the day, knowing that he would love it—a black pencil skirt paired with a short-sleeved, white blouse that is tight and thin enough to show a faint sight of the lacy maroon bra you are wearing underneath, and cut low enough to give him a peek of your cleavage whenever you bent down before him—to the way you kept leaning far too close whenever you came to his desk to have a brief talk about your recent project to give him the full show, forcing him to breathe in your perfume and feel your warmth against his body.

“If I admit that I’ve been bad,” you whisper against his lips, “are you going to punish me?”

Taehyung tilts his head and shakes his head. “I’m starting to believe that you are beginning to love your punishments too much.”

Looking right into his eyes, you reach up, pulling his tie down to lower his face while you run your other hand down the front of his shirt. Pressing your lips on his, you initiate a deep kiss, distracting him from your fingers as you reach down to his pants. Tightening your hold on his tie, you start undoing his pants with your clumsy hand while he continues kissing you like his life depends on it.

You move your hand inside his boxers, fingers wrapping around his hard cock, and a shudder rocks through his body at your touch. He lets out a groan and pulls away from the kiss, groaning deeply to say, “You’re really asking for some punishment, aren’t you?”

He presses his lips on yours one last time, pressing a bit too hard for a peck, and then wraps each of his hands around your wrists. He gathers your hands together, easily clasping both of them together in one of his hands. At the feeling of being restrained, the urge to struggle for an escape builds within you. But you push it down, choosing to grow lax and let him take all control.

Just like he always does.

And just the way you need him to.

Once he feels all the tension in your body loosening, he pushes your entwined hands above your head, keeping them there to let you feel completely powerless. At the same time, he is getting the full view of your breasts as they are pushed upward the more he tightens his hold around your hands. The little noise you are making seems to urge him on, as you feel him hardening against your middle as he presses forward.

“Is this what you want?” he asks while nipping at your bottom lip, drawing a series of moans from your throat when he does it while rocking his hips forward, pushing his barely covered cock against you.

“Yes,” you answer with a hiss. Being held back, you are unable to rock back against him. Unable to touch yourself when the pulses of desire forming down below start growing more and more intense.

But then Taehyung steps back, pulling roughly at his tie and slipping it off his collar. He uses his tie to bind your hands together before letting you go. With a smirk on his face, he kicks off his pants, not giving you the chance to protest as he grabs your waist and lifts you up from the floor.

“Arms and legs around me if you don’t want me to drop you,” he says, and you immediately wrap your legs around his waist, hanging onto his weight, while you loop your bounded arms around his neck to hold yourself up.

Pressing you closer to his chest, Taehyung captures your lips. He begins kissing you, pressing a slow kiss as he turns, taking you away from the wall and across the room, right where your desk is placed.

Taehyung lifts you onto your desk, and you barely notice the movement and sounds happening behind your back as he shoves a stack of papers to the floor, too distracted by his kiss to notice everything else but the feeling of the wood pressing on your bottom. He pulls away from the kiss and unlatches your arms from his shoulders, still keeping them tied up together as they fall on your lap.

You open your eyes to see his shirt falling off his shoulders, his chest rising and falling with his breath as he takes you in. He kneels down to the floor, plucking your heels and tossing them back, one at a time.

Taking his time, Taehyung slowly rises to his feet while running his hands slowly from your ankles, going up the back of your thighs. As he begins rising, he takes your legs in his hands and pushes them up with him. He bends your legs and positions the heel of your feet on the edge of the desk, parting them apart for him. A hum escapes him as he hikes your skirt up to your hips, revealing what you are wearing underneath.

From the front, he wouldn’t be able to see much except for the triangle-shaped lace covering your pelvis, the maroon shade nearly matching the bra that is still attached improperly to your skin. But as Taehyung spreads your legs further apart, he would be able to see the thin layer of fabric growing thinner as it stretches along your slit, with merely a thin strip covering your folds, the back sinking between your bottom flesh, exposing more skin. As he continues to look, grinning slightly with pleasure at what he is seeing, the slickness you feel building from your center spreads, spoiling the thin layer of fabric covering your pussy and creating a flood right between your legs.

“You’re wearing my gift.” His palms come down to the top of your thighs, and then slide back to your exposed bum. He begins rubbing gently on the skin and kneading your soft flesh with extra care as he whispers, “Good girl.”

He gives your flesh a hard squeeze before he suddenly lifts you back up and flips you over. Placing your legs back to the floor, he bends you over the desk. Your body trembles the moment your breasts are pressed onto the table, while your hips are pulled back, pointing straight at him.

You feel him bending down right behind you, pressing his chest to your back, his lips at the back of your ear before he whispers to you, “Put your arms forward, baby.”

With a gentle hand, he helps you push your restrained hands forward until your fingers reach the edge of the desk across from you and you hold still in this position. With his other hand, he swipes away some books and papers that are still covering half of the desk, allowing you more space.

“Keep holding to the edge,” he murmurs against the nape of your neck where he lays down a kiss, “Hold on as tightly as you can while I give myself a closer look.”

You feel a tug at your waist before he pulls, and your skirt falls to your ankles. His hands grasp the top of your thighs, pushing them apart while tugging you back until your hips are nearly lifted, exposing every part of you for him to see.

A sudden rush of vulnerability shoots right through you, of having your most intimate parts spread and displayed for his close inspection, of having no way to cover yourself from his perusing gaze, and a gasp escapes your lips. He brings the pad of his thumbs to your middle, slightly pressing at your skin to open you up. The thin strip of your panties slips between your wet slit, pressing against your clit, which he touches with the tip of his finger, causing you to tremble.

A sound escapes you before you can stop it. More like a cry, and it echoes against the walls around you, sounding a bit too loud for a moment that is supposed to be kept secret.

“Better to keep yourself from making too much noise if you don’t want to get caught,” he says with a chuckle. You can almost hear his smile when he adds, “And you better hold on tight.”

Before you can figure out what he is trying to say, Taehyung presses one palm on the small of your back and slaps your bottom cheek with the other hand. Hard. Enough to send your hips rising, only to be stopped by the palm that is pressing you back down onto the desk.

“Wha—”

“That’s for deliberately dressing up the way you knew would drive me crazy,” he says while rubbing away the sting, before landing another slap on the other cheek, “and this is for making me go crazy during work hours by flaunting around me all day.”

Another slap. “For wearing my gift,” he explains, and when you try to protest, knowing that you had worn it simply for him, he gives another slap, then, “and risking anyone else seeing it before I did.”

Another slap. “For being so loud and making noises.” Another, then, “For trying to sneak in an orgasm before I even touched you.” His words make you gasp, recalling the way you tried to rub your covered pussy on his thigh earlier when he first pinned you against the wall of your office.

While your mind is slowly growing numb, Taehyung continues, shifting between rubbing the pain he inflicts on your skin before giving you another spank and another, always while letting you know the reason why you deserve the punishment. And these aren’t gentle, light spanks, but hard and deliberate, aiming mostly on your soft flesh and sometimes catching your folds and exposed sex with each slap, his palm coming away wet with your arousal.

The fire he ignites within you feels more intense than the sting that you feel on your skin. It comes from your very core, building rapidly until the pain is muddled under the pulse of pleasure.

The urge to fight him kicks in once or twice, even when the pulse of your lust rises from your sex. But you find yourself holding still, your body denying your mind’s need to move. Except for the gentle rock of your hips whenever his palm lands on your throbbing folds.

It feels horrible and incredible at once, to be in this position. To have someone taking over control. It makes you feel helpless, but, for once in your life, you are not fighting for control. You don’t have to feel all the worries of having your life, your world, tilting off of its axis when you are not holding onto it so tightly. So you let him have it. To have all the control so you can have a moment of reprieve. And you let him punish you because you know what is coming next.

Pleasure.

Pure, unadulterated pleasure.

“Do you think you deserve these punishments?” You hear pure sex in his voice when he whispers those words, and you moan in response. “What’s that, baby?”

“Yes, sir.” The words come out of your lips as if they come so naturally. It draws a soft groan from him as he gently rubs your skin, soothing you from the sting once he stops spanking you.

“Fuck, baby. You make me grow hard from seeing how responsive you are.”

His words draw a soft, low moan from your lips. All of a sudden, you feel the need to touch him. The sudden desperate need to know just how hard he is and release him from it makes your hands itch.

You feel him bending down, his hands moving to your hips and planting a kiss on each raw cheek, as if trying to kiss the pain away. He moves to press his lips at the center, kissing your swollen folds roughly, before he suddenly rises and lets you go.

Standing behind you, Taehyung lifts you from the desk and spins you around again. Grabbing your hips, he carefully lifts you up and lays you back on the desk.

Lying back, you resist the urge to close your eyes, choosing to keep your gaze on him as he runs his fingers across your tender skin and up to your waist, and then back down again to rub across the top of your thighs. A tug, and he is pushing your panties aside, exposing your pulsing cunt to his hungry, prying eyes.

“So beautiful. So wet for me,” he whispers with a deep groan.

His fingers remain for a moment longer on the insides of your thighs, and then begin their climb up to your pulsing center. You haven’t even felt his touch, yet your body begins trembling, already anticipating the touch of his fingers at your heat. And when he finally finds your nether lips, pressing them apart to reveal the source of your heat, your hips rise and flinch.

Taehyung hums as he runs his fingers up and down your slit with ease, gathering every drop of your arousal as he gently pushes a finger into you.

“Oh!” A gasp slips out of you at the sudden intrusion. His finger feels thick as you seem to have grown tighter, with your pulsing walls clenching hard around him. Taehyung begins thrusting his finger in and out, adding another once you’ve grown slick and stretched enough for him. He keeps drawing the sounds of your moan as he keeps pressing at the right places, and then you let out a cry of pleasure when he presses his thumb over your clit.

Bending over you, Taehyung slows down. “Keep your voice down, baby,” he whispers in your ear, drawing a soft whine from you.

“Who said you can boss me around?”

“You did,” he whispers, taking your earlobe between his sinful lips to nibble, before he practically growls deeply to your ear, “The last time I got you screaming my name.”

You open your mouth to answer, yet he quickly presses a finger on your lips, stopping you from speaking. It takes you a moment to understand why.

Too immersed in everything that has been going on within the walls of your private office, you forget to pay attention to the hallway outside. Your eyes snap towards the closed door just when you can finally hear it; the sound of footsteps, heels clicking and the soles of flat shoes dragging on the floor, as they walk down the hallway, passing your office without possibly knowing what is happening right behind these walls.

But you find no energy nor will to pay more attention to them, even if you can still hear them getting further and further away. Not when Taehyung doesn’t let up, still moving and thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a leisurely pace, as if he wants to keep the rush of pleasure running through your body through the short distraction.

As he begins quickening the pace again, Taehyung looks at you in the eyes and grins. “Is the risk of getting caught making you feel hot? You say that you don’t want anyone to see you like this, to know what you’re doing, and yet—” He looks down, his gaze sharpening and growing deeper at the same time when he sees his fingers disappearing deep inside you. “You’re growing wet down here, baby.”

“No, I didn’t,” you try to deny it with a gasp. Yet your body betrays you, when your hips continue rocking against his hand and light gasps slip out of your lips.

“Are you sure, baby? Because I can feel it here,” he says, pushing his fingers so deep your hot walls engulf the entire length of his digits tightly as the waves of your pleasure begin rising back up. “See? Your panties are completely ruined because of your juice.”

With gasping breaths, your head falls back. You bite your lips to hold back your moans, just as your body continues rocking, chasing the pleasure that has somehow been growing more intense. “I—I like it,” you finally whisper, the truth slipping out of your lips no matter how much you are ashamed to admit it.

“What do you like, baby? Tell me,” he coaxes you gently while he continues fucking you with his fingers, nearly making it hard for you to speak.

“I like that someone is out there while you’re here, playing with my body,” you admit, both to yourself and him, as you open your eyes. “I like knowing that I might get caught while doing sinful things at the office. It turns me on.”

Chuckling, Taehyung nips at your lips. “Good girl,” he mutters against your lips. “I love it when you are honest.”

“Do I get my reward, then?” you tease him, drawing a smile to his face.

“You deserve a lot more,” he groans as he gently pulls his fingers out of you, leaving your muscles pulsing against emptiness. “I’m going to make your wish come true. Maybe we’ll get caught this time,” he mockingly says, making you gasp, “but I want to make you come while all those staff are still roaming your floor.”

Heat flushes through your body at the thought of such a possibility happening. Combined with the fear of being caught, and having someone who comes passing down this floor hearing the sounds of your wanton tryst to know what you are up to.

“And I’m going to make you come so hard you leave a mess on your desk, so you’ll be thinking about me, about us, when you’re working here tomorrow,” he swears as he yanks down your ruined panties. You don’t even have to look into his eyes to know he’s going to deliver his promise.

“Now get your hands back to where they’re supposed to be and hold on tightly.”

With a deep exhale of breath, you reach up, extending your arms over your head and once again reaching up until the tips of your fingers are hooked on the edge of the desk. Your arms are strained, so are your shoulders, and you can barely hang on. Having these arms away and your body being forced to adjust to the tension only makes you feel more hyperaware of his touch as he runs his fingers up and down the curves of your body.

Taehyung bends over you, pressing a kiss on top of your chest. Then he moves down, kissing your breast, capturing your nipple in his mouth. He begins sucking, lapping, and grazing his teeth around the bud until you let out a series of soft cries at how good it feels. He then moves to the next one, doing the same, sometimes giving a light bite on your nipple until you are arching your chest on the desk, pressing your breasts to his mouth to feel more.

In the back of your mind, you know that the two of you are not yet alone. You can almost still hear the faint footsteps walking somewhere at the far end of the hallway, yet you don’t seem to give a single fuck about it. You lift your hips just enough for Taehyung to pull your soiled panties off of you, slipping them down your legs and taking them in his hand.

He gives you a cheeky grin as he brings it to his nose, drawing warmth flushing through your cheeks when he sniffs at it, breathing in the scent of your arousal with a soft hum. Once he has enough, he drops it to the floor, together with the pile of clothes and your discarded heels.

Then his hands return to you, parting your legs before diving between them, kissing and biting your thighs as he makes his way up to your pulsing center. You have grown so hot for him already. So needy. That the moment Taehyung puts his mouth over your clit, your body erupts, and you see stars from under your eyelids.

“Taehyung, I—” You gasp, hips rising with the waves of pleasure rushing from your core, and Taehyung immediately pulls away.

“Naughty girl. Look at how responsive your body is to me.” With a deep chuckle, he squeezes your thigh, lifting your leg away from his shoulder when you don’t even realise that you have it wrapped around him when you try to push back for more pleasure. “Don’t cum just yet. Not until I have my fill and say you can.”

He bends your legs back up on the desk, lifts your hips, and slaps your bottom cheeks one last time, giving one light slap on each side, before sliding you down to the edge of the desk. And then he dives back down, burying his face between your legs. With his gentle fingers, he pushes your thighs apart, opening you up, and then his mouth finds your center.

With his sinful mouth, he opens you up, tongue slipping gently between your slit and lashing against your clit, hard and rough at the same time as if he is doing it out of hunger. You feel his mouth moving; sucking, kissing, biting, alternating from one action to another at a maddening pace which sends your mind spinning, floating high with the pleasure he is giving you.

Your breath quickens as an orgasm starts to take over. You feel it coiling deep in your core, rolling out and ready to spread like a wave. Taehyung must be feeling it too, as he grips your hips and grinds you against him, making you fuck his mouth and tongue. And he doesn’t let up. Not showing any sign of slowing down.

But he hasn’t given you permission to come yet.

So you do the only one thing you feel right to do. You start begging, “Taehyung, please—”

Hearing your words, Taehyung lifts his head, only enough for him to look up at you. “Do you think you deserve to come?” he asks, almost mockingly, while he works his fingers to continue what his mouth was doing to you.

“Yes, Sir. I do.”

“Tell me the right words.”

You look straight into his eyes as you beg, “Please, Sir. Please let me come.”

“Good girl,” he murmurs with a soft chuckle. He moves his hands, pulling your legs up to rest them on his shoulders, further taking away your control. And then his hands return to you, one holding your thigh up against him as he buries his face at your center again, the other reaching forward, pressing at your entrance, sliding in and out while he captures your clit with his mouth. And he begins sucking. “Now come.”

Just like that, the dam breaks. You come with an orgasm so intense it nearly blocks out every sense in your body, blocking you from hearing your own cries of pleasure. You come while you are pressed against his face, legs shaking and toes curling, and it doesn’t seem to stop. Because he has yet to let you go.

Taehyung slips another finger inside, going right to your sweet spot. The muscles in your thighs contract around him, your legs squeezing around his neck, pressing onto his shoulders.

Yet Taehyung continues, relentlessly pushing you to another climax.

Every single nerve in your body has come alive, lighting up like fireworks, burning, and burning, all in the best way possible. You feel like you might explode, and you can feel it happening as you rock against his face, allowing him to bring you further after pushing you off the edge of release.

Turning your head to the side, you bite your lips, stopping yourself from making any more sounds. Your eyes are squeezed shut, yet you are now seeing stars, and your ears are ringing. You can feel it rather than hear it when Taehyung moans against your flooding cunt, as if watching you get off is helping him get himself off.

Thinking about how hot that is sends you through another wave of pleasure. One that takes you higher than the last. Overwhelmed, you let go of the desk and reach down, pushing against his head using both of your tied hands and your hips, between pulling him towards you as you press your hips harder against his face and begging to be freed.

You can barely remember how to breathe, and he isn’t making it easier when he continues lapping at your release until your hips rock back, your body searching for an escape.

Reluctantly, Taehyung moves back and stands on his feet, bringing your legs up with him as they remain on his shoulders. You open your eyes when you feel him tugging at your hands, tsk-ing with his tongue as if disappointed.

“I only allowed you to come, not to let go.”

Still seeing stars, your heart still hammering in your chest, you can barely make out his figure as he looms over you, nor can you process his words. Then your eyes are cleared, and you see him kissing your tied-up wrists with dark mirth dancing in his eyes.

Realising your mistake, a whine slips out of you. “It was too much,” you whisper, still breathless after what he just did to your body, and finding it harder to breathe when he steps closer, almost forcing your body to bend with your legs lifted against him.

With a tug, he releases your hands and drops his tie to the floor. He keeps one hand around your wrists, holding them up so he can kiss around the marks left behind on your skin, and the pulses coming from your blood as it flows back through your hands. Then he uses his other hand to reach inside his boxers to pull out his stiff cock.

Your gaze slides down from your hands to his, watching as he begins stroking his shaft. He has grown hard, his cock looking heavy and rigid. Your entire body tingles with your release, and the anticipation you feel from what is coming next.

“Remind me to punish you for this later,” he says as he leaves one last kiss and releases your hands. “First, you need to finish what you started.” He moves over you, bending forward as he lets your legs fall to his sides, hanging limply over his elbows as you are made to sprawl beneath him, completely exposed.

Your arms are still sore after being stretched up for so long. Your fingertips are tingling at the rush of blood flow. Pulses of pleasure are still winding through your body, and you feel no energy to reach up and wrap your arms around him. Yet your trembling hands still find the back of his head when he lowers himself on you. The tip of his wet cock brushes against your sensitive clit as he pushes forward, and you almost come to another set of orgasms.

You can taste yourself on his lips and tongue as he kisses you. Blinding you with the sensation it brings until space and time no longer have meaning. Then you feel him pushing, entering you with one firm thrust until you are made to feel full, complete, as he buries himself deep inside you.

Your eyes roll back when he begins to move, thrusting hard and fast, holding himself up by his elbows after letting your legs fall on either side of him so he can continue kissing you deeply the harder he fucks you into the desk.

He moves back slightly, catching his breath as he bends one of your legs back up, stretching it toward the ceiling as he rests it over one shoulder. He continues rocking, thrusting steadily into you as his fingers slide down from your ankle, your thigh, finding their way back down to your core again. You rock back against his thrusts just as his thumb starts circling your clit, pressing and flicking until you are once again left breathless.

“Yes, baby. Come for me. Come hard,” he orders you with a low voice, sending you over the edge.

“That’s it, baby. You’re so beautiful when you come,” he groans, watching your body arch on the desk at the rush of pleasure taking over you, his praises drawing more heat in your core.

And then he starts fucking you harder and faster, almost like he is allowing himself to lose control, to give in to his own pleasure. You open your eyes for half a second, meeting his gaze. The dark look he is giving you is filled with raw admiration and lust and wanton desire, and seeing him looking at you so intensely this way feels like such a turn-on. It makes you feel more, heightening the sensation you feel building in your body.

He pushes his cock deeper, sending you to another orgasm, making a wet mess beneath your bodies just the way he wanted. The intense pulse of your climax and knowing that he has made good on his promise push Taehyung over the edge, and he comes to his final release just seconds later.

You feel his warmth building inside you, filling you up with each thrust of his cock, each pulse of his orgasm, nearly sending you to another. You both collapse onto the desk once he comes to a halt, all sweaty and out of breath, but filled with contentment.

When the initial rush of pleasure begins to wear off, making you more aware of your body beyond the intense pulsing of your climax, more flesh and bones instead of the unfettered sparks of carnal pleasure surging under your skin, everything that is happening at the present comes to you in an engulfing wave.

Taehyung’s deep voice is whispering soothing words to you. His strong arms are holding you up as you continue shaking against his chest, and the tears that are pooling in your eyes from both pleasure and pain which feel so intense, so intoxicating.

And when the warmth that you feel deep inside your core pulses for the last time, giving the final squeeze around his softening cock that is still buried inside you, a sharp gasp slips out of your lips. Even without the same firmness, he still makes you feel full of him. Both from his presence, and from the warmth of his release that is locked deep inside you.

Taehyung’s gaze softens when he looks at your face. He gently sweeps away your messy hair from your face, and wipes your tears before they get a chance to escape. Pressing his lips on your forehead, Taehyung reaches out to the edge of the desk to pull a bunch of tissues.

He slowly steps back, pulling his cock out of you. A gasp slips from you at the loss of his thickness, while his essence begins seeping out of you with each spasm of your muscles. With a click of his tongue, Taehyung looks down and begins cleaning up the mess on your thigh, ignoring the mess pooling on the wooden desk as he tosses away the soiled tissue.

His fingers come back to your center, stopping the rest of his release from falling out of you and carefully pushes some of it back in. With a whimper, you reach down to grab his wrist, yet make no move to stop him as he drags some of his cum along your slit, around your clit, and pushes them all back into your throbbing entrance.

“Remember that I still have one last punishment for you,” he whispers to your ear, nibbling at your lobe as he continues working his fingers to stop his cum from escaping you. “Make sure not to waste any drop of my cum until you get home, and I’ll excuse you this one time.”

Tightening your muscles to keep every drop of his essence left inside you, your eyes flutter open as you nod and whisper, “Yes, Sir.”

Author’s Note 2.0 | Thank you for reading. If you enjoyed this story, please leave a like and reblog to share with your friends and let me know what you think of this. See you in the next one!

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Movie Night Mischief

SUMMARY | You go on tour with your best friends, Mark and Jaemin. You're watching a movie with them one night, when things take an unexpected turn. PAIRINGS | Mark x Reader x Jaemin RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+ GENRE | idol!Mark, idol!Jaemin, non-idol!Reader, smut, threesome CONTENT/WARNINGS | profanity/strong language, threesome, female masturbation, fingering, blowjobs, double penetrative sex (vaginal/anal), unprotective sex, dirty talk, praising, pet names, creampies LENGTH | 5,194 words TAGLIST | @shuadotcom NETWORKS | @k-vanity @ksmutsociety AUTHOR’S NOTE | I was inspired to write this because of this video. I would have happily sat my ass down lol. MarkMin has been gracing my feed and I'm going absolutely feral over them. Thank you @shadowkoo for the beautiful banner! I'm absolutely in love with it. I hope you all love this fic~ 💚

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"Where am I supposed to sit?" you asked, staring down at your two best friends.

Mark and Jaemin looked up at you standing in front of them with a bowl of popcorn. The boys, seemingly forgetting you, exchanged a look. When you were asked to join NCT Dream on tour for TDS3, you jumped at the chance to be a part of the staff, though they were asking a lot more of you than you had originally agreed. All the members had grown close to you throughout your time working as a stylist throughout the years and you became close friends with Mark and Jaemin especially.

And though you knew that relationships could cause problems, not everyone could say the same and your crush on both of them had not gone unnoticed, unfortunately. If Jeno had picked up on it then, the rest had as well, seeing that Haechan teased you the most about your secret crushes. The boys were playing it like they didn't know, but it was very apparent they knew and used any and every moment to torment you. But you weren't sure if Mark and Jaemin knew about your crush on either of them.

"What do you think? Just sit here," Jaemin gestured for you to go ahead and take the place between the two as he patted a little. "Go on, don't make us stop our movie marathon."

With a small scoff, you decided to squeeze into the tiny spot between them. You rolled your eyes, while popping the pieces of popcorn into your mouth. Mark snickered before stretching his arm along the back of the couch so that it could be comfortably placed around your shoulders. Your friend nuzzled himself a bit closer into you until you could feel the heat from his body.

"Ah... this is much better," Jaemin mumbled to no one in particular. You ignored him, as he stretched his arm in the other direction, draping his body even closer. Now you were smothered by both boys and, in turn, the musky, familiar scent of them.

Mark hummed as well as he started eating his own popcorn, and watched the film in front of the television. "Right?"

You rolled your eyes, a small smile on your lips. "What are we watching anyway?"

Mark shrugged. "Honestly, no clue."

"Jaem?" you turned to Jaemin on your left.

The male sighed, "No idea."

"Great," You deadpanned, "I should just leave."

Jaemin shook his head, "Oh no, no... if we're watching, so are you. Now sit your ass down."

He yanked you back down on the couch and you crossed your arms across your chest. "I should have gone to hang out with Jeno and Haechan instead of spending my time with y'all."

"Excuse you," Jaemin laughed. "You know you'd rather be here with us. Right, Mark?"

"And here we thought you were our best friend!" Mark faked shock, widening his eyes, and opening his mouth with fake hurt.

You shoved the bucket of popcorn in front of his face. "Shut up, and just eat the popcorn."

Mark continued to chomp down the popped kernels and you tried your best not to roll your eyes again, the soft movie sounds humming from the TV. You peeked to see what Jaemin was up to. His eyes were glued on the movie, his fingers picking up a single kernel from the bowl that sat on your thighs and popping it into his mouth. You weren't aware of the soft thumps inside your chest at the simple, innocent, action he had done. Your eyes flickered to his lips that parted with each bite of the snack, the movement almost teasing. He didn't even spare a glance in your direction and you felt that was a good thing.

Mark reached over to pick up a single piece of popcorn too. His hand briefly rested on top of your thigh when he brought it back over. It was a completely accidental and friendly gesture but somehow, you wished that it meant a little more than a harmless, kind movement. His hand had been soft on top of your knee and then slowly crawled up a bit higher than his initial resting place. Your breathing quickened slightly and you bit on your lower lip, glancing at him from your periphery.

Mark's eyes were on the television but his fingers drummed against the spot on your bare leg where your shorts had ridden up a bit from the position you were in. His thumb tickled the area around the skin and he casually placed a single kernel onto his waiting tongue. Your lips were dry, so you ran your tongue across them to add some moisture. He sucked his thumb into his mouth briefly, making sure the digit was cleaned of any salt he hadn't eaten.

With your eyes trained on the TV, you brought a popcorn piece into your mouth and chewed it thoroughly. There was no need to overthink your feelings for Mark and Jaemin. These feelings would die off in no time.

Little did you know they were gonna be harder to hide.

The movie you were watching started to become a bit risqué. There was a sex scene involved and suddenly you were the one shifting uncomfortably. What was even the name of the movie they had chosen again? You couldn't recall. But apparently, Mark couldn't either, his face scrunching a bit at the scene playing out in front of him.

Jaemin reached over to the bowl and grabbed another piece. You peeked at his side profile and sighed when you knew he was fully engulfed into the movie. Then your attention shifted over to Mark. His brows knitted and he was still chewing the popcorn, eyes watching the TV intently. If you stared hard enough, you could see the subtle flush along his face.

The sound of moaning soon reached your ears and your skin started prickling with nervousness. The sex scenes should not affect you this way—even though it had been a long time since you had experienced an orgasm or someone had fucked you. In fact, you wanted one of those right now. Your stomach was coiling, hot and heavy, as you got hot and bothered from the scene. The actor's heavy panting rang clearly in your ears, causing your mind to think lewd thoughts. You shuffled and you were already uncomfortable under their gaze, your breathing coming out a little heavier than normal.

"You good there, Y/N?" The low, raspy voice of Mark entered your hearing. You cleared your throat and slowly nodded, unable to look into his eyes.

"I'm fine," you squeaked. There was a subtle nod of your head. Mark simply let it go as he kept his eyes in front and you released a breath you didn't know you were holding. With another attempt to look forward, the erotic visuals filled your eyes. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip when the loud groans vibrated throughout the room.

Oh how badly you wished one of them was kissing along the length of your neck, grazing the delicate skin with their teeth and leaving possessive marks on it. Your pulse picked up at the thought, heart pounding hard and fast against your chest as you could feel something pooling in the pit of your stomach.

Jaemin and Mark were surely doing no better.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Mark subtly adjusting the semi-hard-on forming in his pants. He cursed softly under his breath, the neediness in his voice loud and clear and fuck, if that didn't get you dripping wetter. Jaemin was seemingly worse because you could actually see the tent in his sweats—it wasn't huge but it was just enough to know he was somewhat aroused by this scene. His bottom lip trapped between his teeth, dark eyes intensely focused on the film.

The moaning just increased from the actors. That sound plus the slick sounds of cock and pussy hitting each other was too much. God, you wanted them. They were so fucking handsome, perfect in every way and their ethereal voices made you quiver with want. The sensation between your legs was making the rational thoughts in your head start to dissipate and was clouded with the need to touch Mark, to kiss Mark, to touch Jaemin, to kiss Jaemin.

So, when one of the characters ended the sex scene by moaning the name of their partner loudly, you couldn't hold it anymore. You grabbed onto one of their sleeves and pulled. Mark and Jaemin broke from their lustrous state and they met your flushed and flustered state.

"Fuck me, please. Right now," your words were breathy, rushed and impatient as your chest rapidly heaved from the pent up frustration and arousal coursing through your body. Your knuckles tightened their grip on their shirt, pulling them closer to you as their brows twitched upwards with lust. "I need one of you, right now."

Without hesitation, Jaemin leaned in and captured your lips in a searing kiss while Mark maneuvered his face and mouth next to your ear to let his hot breath hit the delicate skin and whisper sinfully lewd and naughty thoughts into your ears. He began by nibbling your earlobe before planting soft kisses. Then he grazed along the shell with his tongue and the side of his mouth.

The kiss Jaemin and you were sharing was wild with just pure unadulterated lust. You slid your fingers into the hair at the base of his skull, lightly gripping it to bring him closer. Both of your heads shifted and tilted with each lick and bite. Occasionally your lips would detach for a few seconds so you could both catch your breaths. Mark turned your head towards him and captured your lips in his to break yours and Jaemin's connection. It was a warm embrace at first before Jaemin attached his wet and swollen lips onto your neck, licking and sucking with the utmost intent to mark.

Mark's and your kisses were sloppy, wet and rough. The nipping of your bottom lips, the suckling on your tongue and the slurring moans and groans echoed into the shared space of the hotel room. After what seemed to last an eternity, the three of you pulled apart and caught your breath.

"Y/N…" Mark spoke into your ear. Your name sent goosebumps all over your skin as his husky voice reverberated in your hearing. "Baby girl, you know this will change things between the three of us, right? It won't just stop at today."

The palm of his hand slid along your bare skin and it caused the hairs on your skin to stand. He had gotten underneath your t-shirt, thumbing the edge of your shorts, ready to dip it in. He needed some form of consent—as did Jaemin who stared deeply into your eyes, and sucked a red mark on the exposed skin above your t-shirt collar, rubbing soothing circles to calm your nerves.

This was what you wanted—to be touched, kissed, worshipped, by these two. Mark and Jaemin wouldn't do this unless you asked for it. And the thing is, you really did want this. To be touched by the both of them, their hands roaming all over, and giving you so much pleasure it was just enough for a whole week's worth of work.

You leaned back on Mark, head thrown over his shoulder to reach his waiting lips with yours. A hand tugged at Jaemin's neck so you could look straight at him when you agreed.

"I do... now do whatever the hell you want to me," you agreed, your voice barely a whisper.

"Wanna get your sweet and pretty little ass up on the bed and put on a show for us? We wanna see you play with that pretty pussy for us. Put those beautiful fingers inside that soaking and leaking cunt of yours," Jaemin whispered.

Fuck. That was hot.

You shuddered as you stood up and removed the clothes you were wearing. Then you slowly moved up onto the bed until you were propped on your elbows in the center, looking at Mark and Jaemin with a needy yet playful gaze.

"We want to watch you finger that sweet, juicy cunt. Please, baby," Jaemin requested in his usual honey tone. But it was different, lower, darker and raspier and holy shit if that didn't light the fire of horniness all over in you. You would say Mark and Jaemin could make the dirtiest things sound like pure heaven.

Hands tugging on the waistband of your panties, you slipped the small piece of clothing off in a painstakingly slow fashion. When that was done, your fingers ghosted on the outline of your mound, following your hand down, as the two men watched intensely. This continued until your digits swirled over your entrance and when it came across a pool of wetness that was spreading steadily and causing your thighs to clench.

Mark groaned loudly, a low, strangled sound, his eyes staring at you in such a way that made you feel utterly devoured. Your pussy tightened as your gaze found Jaemin as he drew his eyes away from the apex of your thighs to stare directly at you and God did you want them, so, so badly.

Mark and Jaemin crawled onto the bed until their presence loomed over your smaller figure.

"Sweetheart, please stick those pretty fingers inside your delicious and soaked pussy. The sooner the better," Mark muttered.

You listened to Mark and shoved your finger into you, your walls tightening immediately around the new feeling. There was a little groan escaping you, too—pure ecstasy. There was nothing more than being fingered and eaten out.

The moan encouraged the males and both started to divest themselves, losing their shirts, sweatpants and boxers, revealing their erect and proud cocks. Precum glistened on the red tip of their cocks, your eyes fixating on the two members and fuck you couldn't believe how lucky you were right now. You took in every last detail of them and damn, it only caused your arousal to become ten times better.

Jaemin smirked before speaking. "Put another finger inside that little tight cunt."

You complied with his words by adding in a second finger. A sinful mewl resounded in the quiet room.

Jaemin tutted. "What a naughty little girl, I bet I know what she's thinking of right now."

Mark paused, seeming to ponder before speaking. "Something like getting her mouth on our dicks. Don't you agree, Jaem? To have those plump lips stretched to their limit and moaning as she tastes us on her tongue. Having both of us choke her with our cocks."

There was a purr of approval and an adorable hum. "Mmh, she'd look so cute too."

Fuck.

This time Jaemin was the one groaning, as both watched you moving your fingers in and out of your hole, your wet and glistening juices practically coating every part of your lower lips. The slide of your fingers in and out was delicious, but it would feel even better when Mark's and Jaemin's dicks would enter you instead. Your nipples tingled as they grew taut and stiff while a needy ache pulsated with growing heat and force.

It was arousing.

It was hot.

And so damn alluring.

"Such a needy little girl," Mark commented and both Jaemin and him now gripped their cocks.

The sight of their leaking and dripping dicks triggered something in you, you could feel yourself dripping as your insides clenched around the two fingers inserted inside and out. But God, were they still not enough. Your thumb moved over to your swollen clit. That bundle of nerves finally got the attention it deserved and you were crying and releasing a low and loud mewl as waves of pleasure vibrated from inside. It was good, very good.

But it still wasn't enough.

No. You wanted more.

"Fuck. That's not—fuck—enough," your voice strained at the end of your sentence as you were heavily panting.

"Tell us what you want," Jaemin stated low and huskily, "Baby, we'll give it to you if you just tell us."

"Your mouths and fingers—" you rasped, gasping between every word, "in…in me."

Mark cooed softly and reached over to cup your cheek with a rough palm. The contact alone made you melt in bliss.

"We can do that baby," Mark pressed his lips briefly to your lips before moving back. "How about Jaemin eats you out while I fill this pretty little mouth of yours with my cock and give you what you desire?"

Your cunt throbbed hard at the mention. That's exactly what you wanted. You removed your fingers and whined softly as that gaping and emptiness could be felt. Mark crawled up to your face with a knowing smile, brushing the pads of his thumbs over your cheeks. He positioned himself over your mouth until his hardened cock was directly over your lips, dripping down precum.

Without delay, you licked it up. The salty flavor and the heavy weight in your mouth made you suckle hard and you gained an animalistic groan from above you. While you tended to Mark, you felt a tongue against your slit as your taste filled his mouth. Jaemin wasted no time in deep-thrusting his tongue past the folds to plunge into your core and groaning at the slick mess already drenching you. His eagerness, and hot tongue massaging against your entrance and folds made you shake, sucking on Mark's cock faster.

Jaemin's hands spread your legs a little wider, your thighs flexing hard and you tried to keep them that way. Your body jerked and jolted every time his lips would lap against your sensitive bud, rolling your hard clit against your teeth. Mark continued to thrust his hips shallowly, unable to keep from fully fucking into the soft and wet depths of your hot mouth.

"You're so good for us, aren't you Y/N?" Mark praised, running a gentle hand through your hair and grinning when he felt your eyes open to look up at him through your eyelashes. "Take every inch, you pretty thing. Stay like that. Take all of me."

Your mouth continued to service him until your gaze rose up and looked at Mark above your frame.

Oh fuck! He looked ethereal—that beautiful, handsome and well-built body covered with a sheen layer of sweat. His throat bobbing from the moans. Those lean yet muscular arms stretched over you, firm and lean. Oh how badly you want to feel that skin. Your whole body is ignited by every touch of those muscular palms. It drove you mad, the scent of his arousal strong.

His lips slightly parted and his jaw muscles straining with restraint, "Fuck. Fuck, Y/N. Y-your mouth."

Without warning, Mark snapped his hips and pushed his full length in, the abrupt action having you gag and wince. His apology fell on deaf ears as you enjoyed the cock stuffed inside your mouth, throbbing on your tongue. Jaemin followed suit as you bucked your hips a little harshly into his mouth, grinding your pussy into him as fast as you could. Your desperation increased as your eyes caught the vision of Jaemin's perfect form between your thighs, his dark head of hair bouncing up and down. Jaemin removed his mouth momentarily, his saliva mixed with your wetness being lapped up. He hummed. "Holy fuck, sweetness. Your pussy tastes so divine. I can't get enough."

Jaemin placed his thick and hot tongue back onto your clit, swirling the muscle against that nerve ending and sucking simultaneously while two fingers roughly slid into you and pumped into a rhythm.

You were reaching a point of oversensitivity, body wrecked under the actions of both Mark and Jaemin, leaving you trembling with carnality.

"So fucking wet. Baby is squeezing my fingers so tight. Will she squeeze around my dick next time?" Jaemin commented while smirking and taking another look at your pussy. He placed a final kiss on your clit before pulling out and planting another onto the fluttering folds and sat back on his heels, as his attention turned towards Mark who was in the same state. Both nodded and removed themselves.

Mark moved over to take Jaemin's spot, his face gliding over the exposed skin of your sides with kisses, until he arrived at your heat. Mark took some seconds to admire the delicious mess which is between your thighs, your swollen lips all dripping in juices. You let out a piteous and faint noise, your neglected cunt flexing over thin air and gifting him with a burst of wetness.

"Mark, please," your voice was barely recognizable even to your own ears, having lost count of how many times you pleaded. Mark just quirked a dark brow at you.

"Let me taste you a bit first and then you can have my dick," And then his tongue sunk inside, licking up any moisture accumulated. You clawed the bed sheets under the sheer sensation of the heat pooling, curling and breaking your body apart like a bomb. Fingers returned to your pussy, turning every single movement and motion agonizingly intense.

Fucking intense.

"Please," you wail as your hands dart through his hair, "fuck. Stop teasing. Want your cock. In my pussy. Now, please, now, please, Mark. Please."

"And me, sweet pea?" Jaemin husked at the last syllables before fluttering his long lashes up and down.

"Please. Wanna cum. With both of you." Your voice hitches an octave higher and breathier by the end of the request.

"Anything for our girl," Mark says calmly as he moved away from you.

Jaemin was lying on the mattress, as you crawled your way up him before sinking down, the both of you relishing the feeling. His cock pulsed into your needy and drenched core, the way the plump head spread through your walls.

He then bottomed out, the smooth motion filling you full, full, full. It was a stretch and you loved it. Jaemin, a handsome angel and the epitome of the dream guy everyone could and should ever dream of was buried deep within you.

"Shit, baby. Can you feel my cock, stuffing you up and getting you all wet inside? Fuck. This pretty pussy can't handle this big cock, can you?" Jaemin growled lustfully. "Do you want Mark to fuck your tight ass, baby? Bet that little asshole of yours would stretch so wide. So fucking perfectly."

"Yes," you practically sobbed, the vision only spurring on the all consuming urgency surging through your nerves. "Yes, I need you and Mark to stuff me full…so damn full. Please."

Mark smirked and produced a bottle of lube he picked up from somewhere, before pouring a generous amount over his fingers and dick. After slicking it up, his fingers travelled to your hole, tracing the sensitive entrance before stretching it with his fingers and loosening it until it relaxed. When he noticed your squirming and pleading for his cock to go in, that was when Mark began sinking his hard member in until there was nothing left but his hip and your ass.

The feel of his dick spreading open your inner walls and burying deeply sent shudders through your whole being. The sensation of your holes stretching at both ends made your chest heave.

"Shit," both Mark and Jaemin ground out, coming down from the immediate wave of pure bliss enveloping the three of you.

For a moment they let you adjust, until the buildup of desire in all three of you started to become too much to bear. When they noticed the whimpering noises, they immediately picked up the pace, Mark and Jaemin rolling their hips and snapping in an irregular rhythm.

The both of them were talking now, filthy, lude praises, lewd moans, dirty whispers and naughty nothings in between grunts and sighs and praise. You heard snippets like how gorgeous and perfect you are. How well you are doing. How much of a fucking beautiful kitten and how perfect you look being taken by them. Both dicks deep and pumping hard, the gliding motion pulling frictionless strokes.

"What a perfect pussy and what a sexy little ass. Gonna ruin both and make sure you can't ever think or walk normally. Gonna make you ours," Jaemin grinded hard.

"Feels so good...you both feel so fucking good," was the response he got from you, accompanied by mewls. "Fu-ck. Shit. Please. Harder."

"How does Mark feel, baby?" Jaemin coos softly, petting your hair slightly as if rewarding a good kitty.

"Good," you sighed, "good, he's really filling me and stretching me."

Mark's groans grew more heated at the confirmation, snapping his hips and pelvis. He leaned in and grunted more erotic words. "You're taking us so well, baby. You're gonna be walking crooked and sore after we're done with you."

"We need her to know we're never letting her go," Jaemin mused.

Your high-pitched screams reverberated off the walls, bouncing into Mark and Jaemin's ear, causing them to chuckle. Your eyes closed to concentrate on the way Mark and Jaemin could command a good and nice pace.

It was intense and erotic.

It was messy and hot.

It was unravelling.

It was sheer pleasure.

You were being consumed whole.

"Baby, your moans," Mark stated breathily. "Such sweet, heavenly and pleasing noises. And that's coming from us. From two cocks filling both of those delicious holes."

"Be louder," Jaemin suggests. "Scream for us louder. Let the rest of the members know who's making you feel this good. That you're only ours."

You squeaked as Mark brushed your hair gently to the side so that he could kiss the nape of your neck and collarbone. His touches were electric as his palm rubbed and squeezed the swell of your breasts and caressed your body sensually. He switched it up occasionally, applying light kitty licks and bites and harsh sucks, taking note of your sweet noises and what parts of you brought forth that sort of reaction. You squirmed against the sheets, one hand gripping the cotton of your pillow tightly, the other draped on Jaemin's bicep.

"Fuck," you whimper as they kept pumping mercilessly, pleasure unfurling and rolling inside you, unfocused with nowhere to go. "Shit. Fuck."

"Tell us what you want Y/N," It was a low rumble coming from Jaemin. "Just say it."

"I—I wanna cum," you whimpered.

"We want that too, baby," Mark mumbles right into your ear. His breathing sounds jagged. You're pretty sure you weren't the only one going out of your mind with anticipation. "Cum for us, baby."

"Y-yes. A-ah…ha…" You whine, choking up a throaty scream as the loud squelch echoed along the room in the rhythm of the pounding, joined by a deep grunt here and there from Jaemin and Mark. "M-Mark, please...Jaem...J-just."

"That's a good girl," Mark states as his palms massage the curves and dips of your body as Jaemin takes turns running his teeth and lips against the side of your neck and over your delicate shoulder, rough and passionate.

"Take every inch, beautiful. We'll leave you satiated and stuffed full. Mark is gonna fill your tight ass full of cum, whilst I cum deep inside your lovely pussy," Jaemin huskily added, voice dark and coarse.

You groaned, keenly aware of how full and hard they are inside of you. Oh how badly you wanted the boys to reach their peaks. How you wished Mark and Jaemin's powerful bodies would shudder and convulse as euphoric pleasure ripped through. How badly you wanted Mark and Jaemin's expressions twisted into sweet bliss and then dissolved in ecstasy.

"That's it, baby. We're right here," Mark soothed, voice dripping with affection and fondness, "Take all the pleasure you can get."

"Oh, shit. So good. Yes. Shit!" you finally reach your limit and tip over the edge, gushing and convulsing with a loud drawn-out whimper.

Both Mark and Jaemin fuck you right through it, milking both orgasms. They only lasted a few minutes longer, finally spilling and letting ropes of cum paint and coat your insides. Mark groaned from above you, a sound so sexual and captivating and Jaemin stifled a moan in the crook of your neck. They kept their cocks for a minute and came down from their respective highs before withdrawing from both stretched holes. Cum dribbled down your lower lips, pooling the bed sheets.

There was a silence before Jaemin and Mark cuddled closer to you from each side, the both of them panting heavily until the room was filled with deep inhales and exhales.

"Can…we do that again?" You manage to voice, surprising Jaemin and Mark with the bold statement.

They responded by bursting into soft chuckles. Jaemin made a noise. "That's asking a bit too soon, isn't it princess?"

"No…like, during your tours, when we go back home. In your free time. I-If it's not inconvenient with schedules, of course," you rush out.

Mark raised his brows. "Are you sure, Y/N?"

"Uh, y-yeah," you gulp a breath. "I really enjoyed this. But only if you want to as well."

"Believe me princess," Jaemin purred softly. "We love being with you as much as you love being with us."

"Of course we would like to. Our place is with you no matter what," Mark interjects, his soft hands smoothing down your messy and sweaty hair before slipping an arm around you and pulling you against his warmth. The affection made you blush even more. Mark nudges his nose and kisses the top of your head. “Besides, I did say this was going to change between the three of us right? That this won't stop at today.”

"Who would have thought that I'd fuck my best friends," you breathe out, staring at the ceiling in complete bliss.

"We should have done this a long time ago. Next time we do this again, let's bring Jeno with us," Jaemin admits cheekily, the utter statement catching you by surprise.

You slapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Excuse me, sir. How bold."

Mark laughed. "I don't think I want to share Y/N with the others, Jaemin. Only us two are enough for this lovely lady."

"Ah, I'm kidding," Jaemin winks before tilting his head. "Mostly." He wags his brows playfully, making you groan and hit him lightly. Jaemin grinned before dragging your palm and placing a kiss on the inside of it. "Relax baby, you have our hearts wrapped around your finger."

Mark hummed in agreement and buried his face into the crook of your neck and placed a tender, heartfelt kiss and patted your thighs. He mumbles sleepily into your ear and you hear Jaemin repeating the gesture, the two voices simultaneously filling your eardrums. "We're yours, and you are ours. I'm sure this is going to be the start of something new and good. Don't worry."

You relaxed, letting their breathing and the warmth of their skin lull you to a peaceful sleep, right alongside them and in their arms.

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Team Building

Kwon Soonyoung x Reader

Word Count: 7,352

Genre: Smut, angst, fluff, some crack.

Rating: Explicit, MINORS DNI!

Summary: When Y/N and her annoying coworker Soonyoung are forced to share a hotel room during a business trip, tensions are high.

Content Warnings: Mentioned alcohol but everybody is sober during the smut, unprotected sex, oral (f recieving), multiple orgasms, dirty talk, creampie, soft dom!Hoshi, fingering in the break room, situationship, angst with a happy ending, this man is an idiot I'm sorry. If you think I missed a warning, please let me know!

A/N: This fic is part of the Secret Cupid event hosted by the incredible @ddeonghwa-s! This particular fic was written for Bambi, aka @soongyeopsal. I hope you like it!

If y'all want to read the other fics that were written for this event, the masterlist can be found here!

Happy reading, and happy Valentine's Day!

Taglist: @xomakara, @notyourjaem, @heechwe, @shadowkoo

Fic is under the cut.

Kwon Soonyoung was the bane of your existence. He had his charming moments, sure, and he always performed well at work, but he was also arrogant, loud, and just plain rude, especially to you. Every conversation that the two of you had, even if you were only talking to him because you needed to get work done, left you even more irritated with him than you were before. His answers were brief, his tone was sarcastic, and his lack of interest was evident in every word. However, you figured that you could deal with an annoying coworker. After all, you loved your job, and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to find something in your field that paid as well as your position at Carat Interactive.

As annoying as Soonyoung was, however, you also had to admit that he was incredibly attractive, despite his tendency to act like a douchebag whenever you had the displeasure of speaking to him. His eyes were a warm shade of brown that made you melt every time you looked into them, his smile gave you butterflies every time you saw it, and his lips looked so kissable. You almost wanted to put aside your hatred to find out just how good of a kisser he was. Almost.

If Soonyoung was being completely honest with himself, he wasn’t particularly fond of you either. He thought that you were far too pretentious and far too serious for your own good. Despite all of that, though, he still couldn’t help but think that you were absolutely beautiful. Every time he saw you in the office, he couldn’t help but stare, and he hated himself for it. That didn’t stop him from doing it, though.

One day, when your annoyance with Soonyoung was at an all-time high, Seungcheol, your boss, called a team meeting. It took longer than you wanted to admit for you to find the room, but eventually, you did. Then, when you walked through the door, the only empty seat in the boardroom was right next to Soonyoung, because of course it was. You really didn’t want to sit next to him, but your desire to avoid disrupting the meeting even more than you already had won out in the end. So, you quietly took a seat and prayed that Soonyoung would not speak to you. Of course, because the gods hated you, the moment he saw you, he asked, “You couldn’t find anywhere else to sit?”

“Look around. Do you see any other open spots?”

Seungcheol cleared his throat and asked, “(Y/N). Soonyoung. Is there a problem?”

“No, there isn’t,” you answered, “Apologies for the disruption.”

“Thank you. Now, onto the reason that I called this meeting,” Seungcheol began. “I’ve noticed several issues when it comes to cooperation and respect on this team. So, I have to ask. How are we going to get anything done if no one can work together?”

“Maybe if you didn’t hire pretentious idiots that don’t know what they’re doing, things would be easier,” Soonyoung muttered.

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about, Soonyoung. With that attitude, we’re never going to get anything done. That’s why, as manager, I’ve decided to organize a team retreat. Hopefully, some team building exercises in a fun new location will help you all see the importance of working together.”

You wanted to complain, citing upcoming deadlines and your concerns about the nature of the “team building exercises” that Seungcheol mentioned, but you knew better than to argue with your boss, especially when he was angry.

“Does anyone have any questions?”

Seokmin was the first to speak up, asking, “Will we be paid for attending this retreat?”

“Yes,” Seungcheol answered.

“How long will the retreat last?” someone else asked.

“We’ll be gone for a week. Please make any arrangements that need to be made for pet care or childcare by Saturday, since we’re leaving next Sunday,” your boss replied. “Are there any other questions?” The room fell silent, so Seungcheol added, “Very well. If something comes up, and you do need to speak to me about the retreat, just come and find me in my office. This meeting is adjourned; thank you for your time.”

With the surprise meeting officially over, everyone left the room in hopes of finishing their assigned tasks before clocking out for the day. As you sat down at your desk, however, you heard an irritatingly familiar voice ask, “So, are you looking forward to the retreat?”

“Not even a little,” you replied, not even looking up from your work. “Are you?”

“Oh, totally,” Soonyoung said, his voice laced with sarcasm. “What could be better than being stuck with ‘Cheol and his ‘team building exercises’ for an entire week? It’s gonna be the highlight of my year.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little bit at Soonyoung’s comment before you said, “Oh, you’re so right. I can’t believe I didn’t even consider the excitement of spending a week locked in a room with our entire team doing trust falls and talking about our feelings!”

After a brief silence, Soonyoung said, “Damn, (Y/N), I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“I mean, you never make jokes at work. I kind of thought you didn’t know how to make jokes at all.”

“Well, I do. I also know how to be serious when it’s necessary, like when I’m at work.”

“You really need to loosen up sometimes,” Soonyoung commented, his growing frustration evident in his voice.

“I do loosen up, just not here.”

Soonyoung huffed and walked away, seemingly bored of talking to you. You wanted to tell yourself that you didn’t care about his indifference, but you found that a small part of you was disappointed that he’d walked away. Sure, he drove you insane, but you also missed his little comments when he wasn’t around. However, you knew that if you told him that, you’d never hear the end of it. So, you kept your confusing feelings to yourself.

The rest of the week passed with only a few minor arguments with Soonyoung, and before you knew it, you were driving to the hotel where you were supposed to be staying for the retreat. If you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t dreading the retreat as much as you did when you first found out about it. Sure, you weren’t thrilled to be stuck in a hotel with your coworkers for an extended period of time in an unfamiliar area, but you still wanted to be optimistic. After all, you were getting paid to be there, which meant that you basically had a week off from your actual job while still bringing in money. Plus, a small part of you hoped to meet an attractive guy to hook up with in your free time.

Your optimism was snuffed out like a flame when you got to the hotel. Due to a scheduling error, despite both of your requests to the contrary, you would be sharing a room with Soonyoung. You tried to talk to Seungcheol about the error, but he told you that there was nothing that he could do. So, while you weren’t happy about it, you decided that you would try to make the best of a bad situation.

When you got to your room, you found Soonyoung sitting on one of the beds and scrolling on his phone. Without even looking up at you, he said, “Before you say anything, just know that I’m not happy about this either.”

“I wasn’t planning on saying anything,” you retorted. “I just wanted to sit in the room. Is that ok with you?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I don’t know, you tell me. You’re the one that gets mad at me every time we talk.”

“No, I don’t. I just get tired of your pretentious fucking attitude.”

“I’m not pretentious; I just don’t screw around at work. You might wanna take some notes.”

“Why, so I can be the most boring person in the office? I’ll pass.”

“Fuck this, I’m going out.”

“Bye!”

After you left the room, you wandered around for what felt like hours before you found your friends Wonwoo and Mingyu at the hotel’s bar. When they saw you, they cheered and invited you over with smiles on their faces and drinks in their hands. Once Wonwoo noticed the look of irritation on your face, however, his smile was replaced with a look of concern as he asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sharing a room with Soonyoung,” you spat.

“Are you serious?” Mingyu asked. “I thought you specifically asked to share with anyone but him.”

“I did. Seungcheol said there was an error when the trip was booked, and there’s nothing he can do. Which means I have to deal with him for a week, with no breaks.”

“I mean, this is a break, isn’t it?” Wonwoo asked.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” you replied.

As if on cue, you heard a voice behind you say, “Wonwoo! Mingyu! How are you guys?”

“Hi, Soonyoung!” Mingyu said, a mischievous smile forming on his face. “Wonwoo and I were just leaving to get some rest. (Y/N) just got here, though. You two should hang out!”

You gave Mingyu a death glare, and Soonyoung said, “That’s ok. I don’t think she wants to hang out with me.” If you didn’t know any better, you would have said that he sounded sad as he said it. That wouldn’t make any sense, though. Soonyoung hated you. Why would he be upset that you didn’t want to hang out with him?

You brushed off the thought and opened your mouth to speak, but before you could get the words out, Mingyu smiled again and said, “That’s not true! She’d love to spend some time with you. Isn’t that right, (Y/N)?”

In that moment, you felt like you couldn’t say no. So, you gritted your teeth and said, “That’s right. I don’t mind,” turning around to see Soonyoung’s face change from one of disappointment to one of what you could really only describe as excitement.

“Really? It’s ok if-”

“Really, Soonyoung,” you said, softening when you saw the change in his demeanor. “Why don’t you find us a spot to sit, and I’ll order some drinks.” He nodded and left to find a table, and you turned back to your friend and asked, “What the fuck was that?”

“Trust me, (Y/N),” Mingyu said. “I’ve known Soonyoung since high school. He’s an idiot, but he’s not an asshole. He just acts all weird with you because he likes you.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.”

“Watch how he acts after we leave. Then, when the two of you inevitably get drunk and hook up tonight, you can fall asleep afterward with the satisfaction that I was right.”

You rolled your eyes and said, “Sure, whatever. Bye.”

Mingyu and Wonwoo left, and you decided to order some sodas for you and Soonyoung. After all, you didn’t know what kind of alcohol he liked, and you really didn’t want to get drunk around him.

When you got back to the table with two glasses of cola in hand, Soonyoung smiled and said, “Thanks!”

“No problem. I didn’t know what kind of drink you’d want, so I just got sodas.”

“That’s ok. I don’t drink much, so I don’t really know either,” he responded with a laugh.

“Fair enough.”

There was an awkward silence for a few minutes before Soonyoung asked, “So, how was the drive here?”

“It could have been better. There was so much more traffic than I’m used to,” you responded with a soft laugh.

“Oh my god, I know! I guess Seungcheol picked a busy weekend or something. Listen, I love the guy, but his timing sucks when it comes to planning company events.”

You laughed a bit at Soonyoung’s comment, and some of the awkwardness in the air seemed to dissipate. You also noticed that there was a faint blush on his cheeks, but you decided not to comment on it. After all, you didn’t want the awkwardness to come back.

When Soonyoung heard your laugh, he was certain that it was the most beautiful sound that he’d ever heard. Sure, he still thought that you were far too serious at work, but actually interacting with you outside of the office made him start to reconsider the way he felt about you. He realized that he liked you a lot, and for a brief moment, he thought about asking you to continue the party in your room. He decided against it, however, not wanting to make you uncomfortable or come on too strongly.

As the night went on, you found yourself really enjoying Soonyoung’s company. He was one of the funniest people you’d talked to in a long time, he actually paid attention when you spoke, and he didn’t make a single rude comment the entire time you sat with him, still drinking sodas because neither of you wanted alcohol. You started to wonder what was different, since you’d been alone with him before, but you decided not to think about it too much. After all, there were far more interesting things to think about.

Whether it was the desperation that came from the dry spell you’d found yourself in for the past several months, the way Soonyoung looked at you as you told some story about a girls’ night gone wrong, or some strange combination of the two, you had no idea. All you knew was that you wanted Soonyoung, and you wanted him immediately.

After you finished your story, you looked at Soonyoung and asked, “Do you wanna go back to the room?”

With a smirk on his face that you knew would be the death of you, he asked, “Why? I thought we were having fun here.”

“Oh, I am,” you began, your nerves slowly starting to get the better of you. “I just thought we could have more fun back in the room.”

“What kind of fun?”

“That’s up to you.”

“Well, I have a few ideas.”

“I can’t wait to hear them.”

“When we get back to the room, I’d be happy to show you,” he said with a wink.

Before you knew it, you were paying for the drinks and walking back to your room with Soonyoung. When you got there, you had to wait for him to unlock the door, and it was torture. When the door finally opened, however, the frustration you were feeling shifted into something that you couldn’t quite name.

Soonyoung pinned you to the door the moment it was shut again, his lips meeting yours with a passion that could only be described as animalistic. As his lips moved against yours, a soft moan left your mouth, and he took that as an opportunity to deepen the kiss.

Eventually, he pulled away to let you breathe, and the only thing you could think to say was, “Wow.”

“Already so flustered you can’t even speak? You’re so cute,” Soonyoung commented with a soft laugh.

A soft whine slipped out in response, and you said, “Please do something.”

“What do you want me to do, baby?”

“Want you to touch me.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere. Just, please,” you begged, desperate for anything beyond what you’d already been given.

Soonyoung pretended to think for a minute before he smiled at you and said, “Lie down on the bed for me, baby.”

You immediately did as you were told, and Soonyoung settled himself between your legs before pulling your skirt up and your panties down. Then, he started placing gentle kisses on your inner thigh, only biting occasionally. Every touch left you wanting more, and you could only take so much teasing. When it all got to be too much, you whined and said, “Please, just fuck me already!”

Soonyoung laughed against you and said, “Alright, princess.”

With no additional warning or teasing, Soonyoung slowly licked a stripe up your pussy. A loud moan left your mouth at the sudden stimulation, and it was all you could do to stay still as he continued to eat you out there was nothing in the world that he wanted to do more.

Each time he moaned against you, shockwaves of pleasure went through your body, and you knew that you probably wouldn’t last long. You wanted to be embarrassed, since your annoying coworker was the reason you were so turned on, but you really couldn’t bring yourself to care. After all, Soonyoung was already better at pleasing you than any other man you’d been with before him.

“Fuck, feels so good,” you moaned, tangling your hands in his hair. Soonyoung didn’t respond verbally, but the way he started to move his tongue faster after you spoke told you that he heard you loud and clear.

It was only a matter of time before you started to feel your release building inside you. With a loud whine, you said, “’m close.” Soonyoung groaned against you one more time, and that was all it took for your orgasm to wash over you with a loud moan of his name. He continued his movements as you reached your high, stopping just before the pleasure would have turned into pain.

Once you caught your breath, you sat up and pulled Soonyoung into a kiss, and the fire of lust that you thought had been put out was lit once again. Within minutes, both of you had thrown your clothes on the floor, and Soonyoung was on top of you. After he lined himself up with your entrance, you kissed him again, and he took the opportunity to carefully push into you.

A loud moan left your mouth as Soonyoung entered you, and you held onto him for dear life while you adjusted to his size. He was much bigger than the men you’d previously been with, so it took longer for you to adjust than you would have expected. Not that you were complaining, of course.

Once you were ready, you gave Soonyoung the green light, and he slowly started moving. Every drag of his cock inside you had you seeing stars, and you swore he was better in bed than anyone else that you’d been with before him. As he increased the speed of his thrusts, however, you found that you weren’t thinking about anyone else anymore.

Soonyoung loved watching you fall apart underneath him, if he was being completely honest. Sure, he didn’t exactly plan to sleep with you when he first ran into you at the bar, but he definitely wasn’t complaining. You felt too good around him for him to complain, and he loved every moan and whine that left your lips as he pounded into you.

Just like when he’d gotten you off with his tongue, you knew pretty early on that you probably wouldn’t last long with Soonyoung’s cock inside of you. Still, you really didn’t care. All you cared about was the pleasure coursing through your veins with every movement.

“Fuck. You feel so good, baby. Like this pussy was made for me,” Soonyoung said in between groans. You were too fucked out to respond verbally, but the fact that you started moaning louder after he spoke told him that you heard him loud and clear.

“I’m close, baby. Where do you want it?”

“Inside, please, please, please,” you begged, desperate for Soonyoung to fill you.

Within seconds, Soonyoung reached his high, filling you with cum. Your release came not long after that, and you pulled him in for another kiss as you came undone around his cock. Eventually, you had to pull away for air, but the way he looked into your eyes as you came down from your high left butterflies in your stomach and a smile on your face.

After you both caught your breath, Soonyoung said, “Let’s get you cleaned up, baby,” and climbed off of you. Once you felt like you could move, you took his outstretched hand and stood up, pulling him into a hug. When he let go, you both moved to clean up and get dressed.

Once you were both dressed and comfortable again, you pulled Soonyoung into a hug and asked, “Can we share a bed tonight?”

“Of course, baby. Which one?”

“I don’t think it matters,” you answered with a laugh.

Soonyoung smiled and led you to the bed furthest from the door, and you immediately snuggled into his side. The bed was small, so you had to lie down pretty much on top of him to avoid falling off, but neither of you really minded.

While Soonyoung held you close, the two of you talked about your interests and lives outside of work, with each of you hoping to get to know the other better. The conversation didn’t last very long though, since both of you fell asleep in a matter of minutes, surprised by the events of the day but happy to end it in each other’s arms.

The next morning, you woke up on the floor in between the room’s two beds. At some point during the night, you rolled over too far and fell out of Soonyoung’s bed, much to your frustration and his amusement when he woke up and realized what had happened. Once he stopped laughing, however, he helped you up and asked, “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m alright. I guess I fell out of bed while I was sleeping.”

“I noticed. You looked kind of cute on the floor,” he replied, starting to laugh again.

You pouted at his comment and said, “Why are you laughing at me?”

“I’m just laughing because of how adorable you are, sweetheart.”

You started to smile when he called you cute again and pulled him into a hug. With a groan of frustration, you said, “I really don’t want to participate in whatever Seungcheol has planned for today.”

“I know. I’m pretty sure I heard him mention trust falls when we were all in the lobby last night.”

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” you said, laughing at the cliché team building your boss apparently had planned.

“I wish I was. But I swear, I specifically heard him say the words ‘trust falls’ to Jeonghan.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, dreading the event even more.

“Yeah, I’m not excited about it either. Look on the bright side, though. I’ll be right there with you the whole time, no matter how awkward and boring it gets.”

You smiled when you heard Soonyoung say that he’d be there with you, and without really thinking about it, you kissed him again. He deepened the kiss pretty much immediately, with his hands finding their way to your hair and pulling slightly. A soft moan left your lips, and he pulled away with a grin on his face before he said, “Later, baby.”

“That’s not fair! You started it!”

“Yes I did.”

You laughed at his boldness, and the two of you got ready together to face the day ahead. While you went about your morning routine, you occasionally noticed Soonyoung staring at you with a dopey grin on his face and something that you couldn’t quite identify in his eyes. The third time you caught him staring at you, you finally decided to just ask, “What are you looking at?”

“You. Why do you ask? Is it a problem?”

“No. I just wanna know what’s so interesting that I’ve caught you looking at me three different times now.”

“You are. Plus, you look really fucking sexy,” he replied with a wink.

You rolled your eyes, but your soft laugh at his answer betrayed your attempt at looking annoyed.

After your little exchange, you went back to getting ready, and when it was time to leave, you and Soonyoung left together to go to the convention center near your hotel. When you got there, several of your coworkers stared at the two of you, clearly perplexed as to how you two were interacting without an argument.

When you ran into Mingyu, he gave you a knowing smile and asked, “So, how was your night?”

“It was pretty good,” you admitted, looking at Soonyoung as you spoke. “Turns out we have more in common than we thought.”

“See?” Mingyu asked. “I told you to trust me.”

Before Soonyoung could ask what Mingyu meant, Wonwoo arrived and said, “So, (Y/N), I see you had an interesting night.”

You rolled your eyes at the comment and said, “Shut up.”

“Shit, we have to go!” Mingyu groaned. “Do you remember where Seungcheol we were doing the things?”

“No, I don’t,” you answered.

“I do,” Soonyoung said. “Follow me.”

You followed Soonyoung down one of the convention center’s many hallways until you stood in front of a door that was labeled, “Carat Interactive Team Building.” When you entered the room, you noticed a very large stage, complete with a microphone and a banner above it that said, “Trust Falls.” That was when you realized that Soonyoung really wasn’t kidding about what he’d overheard the night before, and you stifled a laugh. You didn’t find the situation funny anymore, however, when your boss took his place in front of the microphone with a look of what could only be described as rage on his face. With a deep sigh, he began, “Welcome to day one of the Carat Interactive team building retreat. We’re here today so that you all can build stronger bonds with your teammates and hopefully learn something new about what it really means to work together and trust each other.”

Soonyoung snickered at Seungcheol’s introduction and said, “We wouldn’t need to learn how to work together if you were better at coordinating.”

“What was that, Soonyoung?” Seungcheol asked, clearly tired of your coworker’s bullshit.

“I said that we wouldn’t need to learn how to work together if you were better at coordinating,” Soonyoung repeated loudly, unfazed by Seungcheol’s anger.

Seungcheol sighed again before he smiled and said, “You know what, thank you, Soonyoung. Thank you so much for volunteering to start our first activity of the day.”

“Hey, I didn’t-” Soonyoung began.

“I don’t care!” Seungcheol exclaimed, his previous rage replaced with unsettling excitement. “Our first team building exercise is trust falls. Each of you will take turns coming up onto this stage and sharing something about yourself that you’ve never told the rest of the team. After you share, you will turn so that your back is facing your teammates and fall backward, trusting your teammates to catch you. Is that clear?” After a series of vague expressions of affirmation and nods from your coworkers, your boss added, “Come on up, Soonyoung! Thank you so much for agreeing to go first.”

Hesitantly, Soonyoung joined Seungcheol on stage and asked, “Why are we doing this?”

“I just told you why. Now, share something that your teammates don’t know about you!” Seungcheol replied, the unsettling excitement in his voice making him sound like a game show host that had been possessed by a demon.

Seungcheol stepped out of the way, and with a sigh, Soonyoung stepped closer to the microphone as you and the rest of your coworkers stepped closer to the stage to catch him. After another deep breath, he said, “I really don’t want to be here right now,” his solemn demeanor making it seem like he was sharing his darkest secret with the group instead of just being a smartass.

You laughed at his “admission,” which earned you a glare from Seungcheol. He didn’t say anything, though, which was a huge relief.

As everyone else on your team took turns sharing secrets and falling, you realized that Seungcheol had intentionally picked you last. You should have been upset, but all you could think about was how grateful you were that you got to put off your part of the exercise for as long as possible.

When Seungcheol called your name, you made your way onto the stage, and he said, “What would you like to share with your teammates today?”

With a deep breath to calm your nerves, you said, “I worry too much about what other people think, and sometimes I think that no one actually likes me.”

You stepped forward, turned your back to your coworkers, and fell, hoping that someone would actually catch you. After you fell, you felt several sets of arms holding you above the ground. When your feet were back on the floor, you turned and realized that Soonyoung was one of the people that caught you. With the same smirk on his face that he had at the bar, he said, “I mean, I had a feeling that you would fall for me after last night, but this seems a bit excessive.”

You laughed at his comment and said, “Thank you.”

With all of the trust falls complete, Seungcheol dismissed you all from the auditorium by saying, “That’s all we had planned for today. Enjoy the rest of your day, everyone, but don’t do anything stupid. I’m looking at you, Soonyoung.”

The man in question laughed and reached his hand out to grab yours. You smiled at the small gesture, and he said, “So, what do you wanna do now?”

“I think I’d like to just go back to the room, if that’s ok.”

“Of course, baby.”

You and Soonyoung made your way back to the hotel room, and when you got there, you collapsed on your bed and sighed. Soonyoung laughed a bit at your actions, and you asked, “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, sweetheart. You’re just so cute.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Hmmm, no thanks,” he responded with a laugh. You laughed along with him, and he took a seat on his bed. Once the laughter turned to silence, however, his demeanor grew serious, and he asked, “You know that I really do like you, right?”

“What?”

“I’m talking about what you said during the trust falls. You know that I really do like you, right?”

“Oh. Well, I guess I do now.”

“I mean it.”

“Thanks,” you said with a soft smile.

There was another silence before Soonyoung asked, “So, what do you wanna do?”

“Can we just talk?”

“Yeah, of course. Getting to know you better has been really nice.”

With that, the two of you talked about anything and everything that came to mind until it got too late for either of you to keep your eyes open. That was when you both went to sleep, each of you in your separate beds this time. You briefly considered asking if you could share a bed with Soonyoung again, but you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable or wake up on the floor again, so you decided against it.

The rest of the week went by with no other major events, and you couldn’t wait to finally go home after being stuck in an unfamiliar city with your coworkers for a week. The drive home was far more peaceful than you expected, with significantly less traffic than when you’d driven to the hotel at the start of the week. When you finally got home, the first thing you did was text Soonyoung.

Y/N: Hi. Just wanted to say I had a lot of fun with you this week.

Soonyoung: I had fun too. Any time you wanna hang out, just let me know.

Y/N: I will, thanks. See you at work tomorrow.

Soonyoung: See you tomorrow.

After that, you decided to enjoy the rest of your day by ordering a pizza from the restaurant near your apartment and watching your favorite movie for the thousandth time while you ate it. The time to just exist in your apartment and not worry about expectations from your boss or what your coworkers thought of you was badly needed, and at the end of the day, you went to bed feeling much better about the mandatory fun your boss had spent the past week subjecting you to.

When you went back to work the following Monday, you noticed that everyone in the office was far nicer to you than usual, except for Soonyoung. He wasn’t exactly rude to you, but he also didn’t talk to you nearly as much as he had when the two of you were away. You didn’t worry too much, though, assuming that he was just tired from the trip and wanted a bit of space.

After a few weeks of Soonyoung not talking to you unless it was absolutely necessary, however, you started to worry. Had you said or done something to upset him at some point while you were at the retreat? You had no idea, so you decided to try again to talk to him whenever you could get him alone.

The opportunity to ask Soonyoung what the hell was going on came when you least expected it. You’d gone into the office break room and noticed that he was the only person there. He saw you at the same time that you saw him, and he tried to leave the room. Before he could, though, you stood in front of the door and asked, “Why haven’t you been talking to me?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” he answered, clearly uncomfortable.

“Don’t play dumb with me,” you answered, sick of his shit already. “Since we got home, you’ve refused to talk to me unless you absolutely have to. Why?”

With a sigh, Soonyoung said, “I just got nervous around you after the stuff that happened during the retreat. Can I make it up to you?”

“How?”

“I’ll do whatever you want, baby,” he answered, with that god damn smirk forming on his face as he spoke. Honestly, it probably shouldn’t have had the effect on you that it did, especially when you considered how upset you were that he’d been avoiding you. When you looked into his eyes, however, you didn’t care that he’d upset you. All you could think about was how badly you wanted him.

So, you turned away from Soonyoung just long enough to lock the door before turning back to him and kissing him with everything you had. The intensity almost knocked him over, but he stood firm as he wrapped his arms around you. You moaned softly into the kiss, and Soonyoung pulled away just long enough to say, “Just tell me what you want, baby, and it’s yours.”

“Want you.”

“I kind of figured as much,” he teased. “Do you want my mouth, my fingers, or my cock, princess?”

“Fingers, please?”

“Your wish is my command, my darling,” he said as he shifted your panties to the side and gently inserted two fingers into you. You cried out at the feeling, moving your hips ever so slightly as he fucked you.

With another loud whine, you said, “Feels so good.”

“I know, baby. I love how much of a mess you are for me.”

His words made your head spin, and you started to buck your hips up to meet his hand again. With every movement, you felt yourself already heading toward your release. This time, you were slightly embarrassed, but your arousal overruled any judgement or embarrassment as you lost yourself in the way Soonyoung’s fingers felt inside of you.

“I’m close,” you said, desperate to reach your high.

Once he processed what you said, Soonyoung started to lightly kiss your neck, and his mouth on you was the exact push that you needed to go tumbling over the edge. He continued to gently fuck you through your release until you started to push his hand away, overwhelmed by the continued stimulation.

Once you came down from your high, you leaned closer to Soonyoung to kiss him, but he moved at the last second, sending you tumbling to the floor. After you caught your breath, you stood up and asked, “What the fuck?”

Soonyoung didn’t answer, though, because he was too busy unlocking the door and running out of the room, since you were no longer blocking him. Once you realized that he’d left, and you were alone in the break room, you started to sob uncontrollably, wondering what you’d done wrong for him to treat you like you were nothing to him unless he was fucking you.

Once you calmed down, you stood up, brushed yourself off, and walked out of the break room to go back to the work you’d left unfinished. When you got back to your desk, Wonwoo approached you and asked, “Are you ok? Mingyu said he heard sobs coming from the break room.”

The question almost made you cry again, but you managed to maintain your composure long enough to choke out, “I’m fine. It’s a long story. Can I tell you later?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Thanks for looking out for me.”

“That what friends are for,” he said with a smile.

Wonwoo walked away after that, and you went back to your work. For the most part, you didn’t have any additional problems, which you appreciated. The only real issue was the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened with Soonyoung. Why had he been so cold toward you after what happened in the break room? You had no idea, so you tried to the best of your ability to not think about it. All of your thoughts were on Soonyoung once again, however, when he sent you a text after work.

Soonyoung: I’m sorry I left as quickly as I did. Seungcheol texted me to tell me to get back to work, and I panicked.

Y/N: Are you fucking serious? You couldn’t have said something before you left the room?

After that, you didn’t get a reply, so you decided to try again to avoid thinking about Soonyoung. Just like every other time you’d tried to purge unwanted thoughts from your head, however, thoughts of him and what he wanted from you plagued pretty much every waking moment. After weeks of struggling with what to do, you decided to go to the man that started it all for advice.

When you showed up at Mingyu’s apartment unannounced, your friend was surprised, to say the least. Regardless, he happily let you into his apartment and asked, “What’s up?”

“We need to talk about Soonyoung.”

“What do you mean?

“He won’t talk to me unless he wants to fuck.”

“That doesn’t sound like Soonyoung. He’s an idiot, sure, but he’s not an asshole.” To prove your point, you showed Mingyu your messaging history with Soonyoung. He was surprised to say the least, but he didn’t try to argue anymore. All he said was, “I’m so sorry. If I’d known he’d act that way, I would never have set you two up.”

“I’m not here for an apology. I’m here for advice. I want to ignore the way I feel about him, but I just can’t anymore.”

“Wait, what do you mean by ‘the way you feel about him?’”

You sighed and answered, “I think I want an actual relationship with him.”

Mingyu was shocked by your admission, but once he got over that, he said, “I think you should tell him that.”

“’Gyu, I love you, but are you crazy?”

“Please, just trust me on this.”

“Trusting you is what got me into this situation in the first place!”

“And trusting me is what’s going to get you out of it. I know Soonyoung. If you tell him, he’ll realize that he’s been acting like an idiot and fix things.”

With a sigh, you reluctantly said, “Ok. Thanks for the advice.”

“It’s no problem. You know I’ll always be here for you.”

With that, you pulled Mingyu into a hug, hoping that he was right about Soonyoung. As you left his apartment, you contemplated when you wanted to talk to him. After some careful consideration, you knew exactly when and how you wanted to confront him.

In the end, you decided that Valentine’s Day was the perfect time to go to Soonyoung’s apartment and confront him. You didn’t initially want the discussion to happen on the holiday, but when you realized that it was the next time you would be free, you knew that you had the perfect opportunity to solve the Soonyoung problem once and for all. Either he would confess that he wanted more, which was perfect for the holiday of love, or he would tell you he never wanted to see you again, which would be a perfect example of dark irony. Regardless of the outcome, you figured that there was no better time to get the answers that you so desperately wanted.

You knocked on Soonyoung’s door, and it took some time for him to answer it. When he opened the door and saw you standing in front of him, he tried to close the door. Before he could fully shut it, however, you yelled, “Can we talk, please?”

Hesitantly, Soonyoung opened the door again and asked, “What do you want?”

“I wanna know why you only talk to me when you’re horny.”

“What? What the fuck do you-”

“Every time you’ve called or texted me since we’ve been home from that stupid retreat that Seungcheol put together, it’s been because you wanted sex. I want to know why you think so little of me that you think that’s ok.”

“I don’t think that little of you.”

“Then why the fuck do you do it?”

With a deep sigh, he answered, “Just come inside, and we’ll talk.”

Reluctantly, you agreed, and he moved out of the doorway to let you in. Once you were in his apartment, he led you to his couch. As you sat down, you asked, “Why did we have to talk here?”

With a deep sigh, Soonyoung said, “So I could do this,” and kissed you.

You started to melt into the kiss, just like you always did when you were with him, but it only took a minute for you to snap out of it, pull away, and say, “I’m not having sex with you today, Soonyoung.”

“I know.”

You were quiet after that, confused by the way he was acting and irritated that you let the situation get as far as it did. After a few minutes lost in your thoughts, you said, “Just tell me what you want. If you just want someone to have sex with, tell me. If you want a relationship, tell me. Either way, I’ll be ok. I just can’t stand the games.”

It was in that moment that Soonyoung realized that he fucked up. With another deep sigh, he said, “I want a relationship with you. I’m sorry that I ever made you think otherwise. Can you forgive me?”

You softened when you noticed the tears forming in his eyes, and against your better judgement, you said, “Of course.”

Soonyoung smiled and pulled you into a hug after that, relieved that he hadn’t lost you completely. While he held you close, he said, “Does this mean what I think it means?” You nodded against him, and he let go of you just long enough to cup your face in his hands and say, “Thank you for giving me a chance.”

“Thank you for finally giving me a straight answer about what I am to you.”

With that same smirk on his face, he asked, “So, baby, how do you want to celebrate our first Valentine’s Day together?”

“I’m happy to celebrate however you want. As long as we’re spending time together, I’m fine with anything. I still don’t want to have sex tonight, though.”

“That’s perfectly fine, princess. I’m sorry about how I treated you. You must think I’m an idiot, huh?”

“Just a little, but you’re my idiot.”

With that, you relaxed into Soonyoung’s hold, content with the way your conversation went. You weren’t entirely sure that you trusted him yet, but you still wanted to give him a chance. After all, you liked the way that he made you feel now that you weren’t angry anymore.

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into you | kim seokjin pt. 1

Author: bratzkoo | navi Banner made by: @shadowkoo Pairing: actor! seokjin x journalist! reader Word Count: 2k~ Genre: fluff, more fluff, angst, more angst Rating: PG-15 Possible Warnings/Note: enemies to lovers seokjin is *chef's kiss*

Summary: Kim Seokjin finds himself entangled in a complex web of emotions when he meets the journalist covering his new series, challenging everything he is.

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The flashbulbs popped incessantly, their sharp bursts of light illuminating the sleek, modern interior of the London hotel's conference room. At the center of this maelstrom of media attention stood Kim Seokjin, his perfectly coiffed hair and designer suit a stark contrast to the casual attire of the assembled journalists. His megawatt smile, the one that had graced countless movie posters and magazine covers, was firmly in place as he fielded questions about his latest career move.

"Mr. Kim," a reporter called out, "how does it feel to be the first male asian lead in a Bridgerton series?"

Jin's smile never wavered as he responded, his English crisp and barely accented. "It's an honor and a tremendous responsibility. I'm thrilled to be part of this groundbreaking moment in television history."

From her position near the back of the room, Y/N fought the urge to roll her eyes. She'd heard similar platitudes from countless celebrities over the years, and as a senior writer for Spotlight, one of the entertainment industry's most respected magazines, she'd developed a finely-tuned bullshit detector. There was something in Jin's perfectly rehearsed answers that didn't sit right with her.

As the press conference continued, Y/N observed Jin closely. Behind the charm and the practiced responses, she caught glimpses of something else – a tightness around his eyes, a barely perceptible pause before certain answers. He was nervous, she realized. The great Kim Seokjin, A-list actor and Asia's sweetheart, was out of his depth.

When it was her turn to ask a question, Y/N didn't hold back. "Mr. Kim," she began, her tone professional but with an edge that made Jin's eyes snap to hers, "your casting has been met with mixed reactions. Some praise it as a step forward for diversity, while others question whether an actor known primarily for modern roles can authentically portray a Regency-era character. How do you respond to critics who say you were cast more for your star power than your suitability for the role?"

A hush fell over the room. Jin's smile faltered for a split second before he regained his composure. "I understand the concerns," he said, his voice steady but with a new intensity. "Throughout my career, I've always sought to challenge myself with diverse roles. While it's true that this is my first period drama, I've been working tirelessly to immerse myself in the era and the character. I was cast because the producers believe in my ability to bring Lord Christopher Hawthorne to life. I intend to prove them right – and to prove the critics wrong."

Their eyes locked, a silent battle of wills. Y/N saw a flicker of something in Jin's gaze – defiance, perhaps, or determination. For a moment, the carefully constructed movie star facade slipped, revealing a glimpse of the man beneath.

The moment passed as quickly as it had come. Jin turned to answer another question, but Y/N noticed that his responses had lost some of their polish. She had rattled him, and a small part of her – the part that had clawed its way up from intern to senior writer in a cutthroat industry – felt a twinge of satisfaction.

As the press conference wound down, Y/N hung back, observing Jin as he chatted with a few lingering reporters. His charm was back in full force, but now that she had seen behind the curtain, she couldn't unsee the subtle signs of strain.

Back at the Spotlight offices, Y/N's fingers flew over her keyboard as she typed up her article. Her editor, Yannie, peered over her shoulder.

"Well?" she asked. "What's the verdict on our Hollywood heartthrob?"

Y/N leaned back in her chair, considering. "He's... interesting," she said finally. "Charming, obviously. But there's more there. He's not as confident as he wants us to believe."

Yannie raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Do tell."

"He's taking a huge risk with this role," Y/N explained. "It could make or break his career. He knows it, and he's terrified."

"Sounds like there's a story there," Yannie mused.

Y/N nodded, already formulating angles in her mind. "Oh, there is. The question is whether he'll let anyone tell it."

The article Y/N penned was a masterclass in nuanced criticism. She praised Jin's ambition and the groundbreaking nature of his casting while questioning Hollywood's motives. Was this a genuine step towards diversity, or a calculated move to tap into the global Asian market? She highlighted Jin's lack of experience in period dramas and the immense pressure he faced stepping into such an iconic role.

The piece went viral within hours of publication. #JinInBridgerton trended on Twitter, with fans and critics alike dissecting Y/N's every word. Jin himself remained silent on social media, but Y/N had a feeling her article had struck a nerve.

She was proven right a few days later when Jin appeared on The Late Late Show. The host, after some playful banter about Jin's transition from action movies to Regency romance, brought up Y/N's article.

"So, Jin," the host said, his tone light but his eyes gleaming with the scent of potential drama, "there's been a lot of buzz about your casting. One article, in particular, has gotten a lot of attention. Any thoughts?"

Jin's laugh was perfectly calibrated to sound carefree. "Oh, you know how it is," he said, waving a hand dismissively. "There's always someone looking to stir up controversy. I try not to pay too much attention to it."

"But this writer, Y/N from Spotlight, she raised some interesting points about diversity in Hollywood and the challenges you might face in this role," the host pressed.

For a split second, Jin's mask slipped. Y/N, watching the interview from her apartment, leaned forward, catching the flash of irritation in his eyes before his smile reasserted itself.

"Look," Jin said, his tone a touch cooler than before, "I respect everyone's right to their opinion. But at the end of the day, I was cast because I'm right for this role. I'm here to act, not to be a poster boy for diversity or to debate Hollywood politics. I'll let my performance speak for itself."

The host, sensing he'd struck gold, opened his mouth to ask a follow-up question, but Jin smoothly changed the subject, regaling the audience with a humorous anecdote about learning to ride horses for the show. The moment passed, but Y/N knew she'd gotten under his skin.

As the Bridgerton production ramped up, Y/N found herself assigned to cover various aspects of the show's development. She attended costume fittings, watched rehearsals from afar, and interviewed supporting cast members. But Jin remained elusive, always just out of reach.

It was at one of these events – a press day showcasing the show's elaborate sets – that Y/N first encountered Kyrie Evans, Jin's co-star and leading lady. Fresh off her Golden Globe win for a gritty indie drama, Kyrie was Hollywood's newest darling, her casting in Bridgerton seen as a coup for the show.

Kyrie was everything Jin wasn't – effortlessly cool, refreshingly candid, and undeniably talented. As Y/N watched her interact with the press, she couldn't help but draw comparisons to Jin's more guarded approach.

"Ms. Evans," Y/N said when she got her chance to speak with the actress, "your casting alongside Jin has generated a lot of excitement. How has it been working with him so far?"

Kyrie's smile was warm and genuine. "Oh, it's been wonderful," she gushed. "Jin is such a professional, always prepared and ready to give 110%. And let me tell you, the man can smolder like nobody's business. Our chemistry readings nearly set the room on fire!"

Y/N raised an eyebrow at this, her journalistic instincts tingling. "That's quite an endorsement," she said carefully. "Some have questioned whether Jin has the acting chops to carry a show of this caliber. It sounds like you disagree?"

For a moment, Kyrie's sunny demeanor faltered. "I think," she said, choosing her words with care, "that people will be very surprised by Jin's performance. He's not just a pretty face or a famous name. He's a dedicated artist who's pouring his heart and soul into this role."

As Kyrie moved on to the next reporter, Y/N mulled over her words. There was sincerity there, certainly, but also a hint of something else. Protectiveness, perhaps? Or was Kyrie simply playing the game, talking up her co-star as expected?

The interaction with Kyrie, brief as it was, added another layer to the complex picture Y/N was forming of the Bridgerton production. As she left the set that day, her mind was already piecing together the elements of her next article.

But the entertainment world never stands still, and the Jin-Kyrie dynamic was about to be complicated by an unexpected player.

News broke late one evening of a surprise announcement: Jeon Jungkook, a rising solo artist making waves in the music industry, was gearing up to release his first album. The internet exploded with excitement, #JungkookIsComing trending worldwide within minutes.

Y/N, like any entertainment journalist worth their salt, immediately began connecting the dots. Would this major music event affect the buzz around Bridgerton and Jin's high-profile role?

As she dug deeper, combing through social media and reaching out to industry contacts, Y/N stumbled upon something curious. A series of photos from a music awards show afterparty several months back showed Jungkook in deep conversation with none other than Kyrie Evans. In one blurry shot, their heads were bent close together, Kyrie's hand on Jungkook's arm.

It could be nothing, Y/N knew. Celebrities mingled all the time at such events. But her instincts told her there was more to the story.

The next day, as Y/N was piecing together her notes on the Jungkook announcement, her editor Yannie called her into her office.

"I've got a proposition for you," she said without preamble. "We want to do a deep dive on Jin's Bridgerton journey. Behind-the-scenes, exclusive access, the whole nine yards. I want you on it."

Y/N blinked in surprise. "Me? Are you sure? Jin and I... well, we haven't exactly hit it off."

Yannie grinned. "Exactly. You've gotten under his skin. You've challenged him. That's exactly the kind of energy we want for this piece. We don't need another puff piece about how dreamy he looks in Regency costumes. We want the real story – the struggles, the doubts, the triumphs. You're the one who can get it."

As the implications of the assignment sank in, Y/N felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. This was a huge opportunity, the kind that could catapult her career to new heights. But it also meant spending extended time with Jin, a prospect that filled her with an emotion she couldn't quite name.

"What about access?" she asked. "Jin's team hasn't exactly been forthcoming so far."

Yannie's grin widened. "Already taken care of. I've been in talks with the show's producers. They love the idea of an in-depth feature. Jin's been informed. He's... well, let's say he's agreed to cooperate."

Y/N could only imagine how that conversation had gone. She pictured Jin's face, that perfect mask cracking under the strain of forced politeness. Despite herself, she felt a twinge of sympathy for him. This couldn't be easy for him either.

"Alright," she said finally. "I'm in."

As she left Yannie's office, her mind was already racing with possibilities. This was her chance to really dig into Jin's story, to peel back the layers of celebrity and find the human being underneath. It was also, she realized with a mixture of anticipation and dread, a chance for Jin to challenge her own preconceptions.

The next few months promised to be a rollercoaster. Y/N took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. Whatever happened, she was determined to tell this story – Jin's story – with all the complexity and nuance it deserved.

Little did she know that this assignment would not only change her career but would also set her on a collision course with destiny, one that would intertwine her fate with Jin's in ways neither of them could have imagined.

As she gathered her things to leave the office, Y/N's phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number. Her breath caught as she read the message:

"Ms. Y/N, I look forward to our upcoming collaboration. Let's both do our best to uncover the truth. - Kim Seokjin"

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captain-joongz · 3 months ago

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thank you so much for the tag @shadowkoo! it's such an interesting idea and i loved delving into my blog in this way <3

i've only been writing on here for a little less than a year, but i'm so damn grateful for the lovely community that opened their arms to me, and loved on my works and made me feel accepted.

i struggled a lot in this year and the one before, mainly because i felt super burnt out and like i trapped myself in a situation where i felt unmotivated. starting to write was my escape and my attempt to bring back some creativity and joy to my life, and it worked out better than i could have hoped for!

so thank you, for an amazing year that i truly enjoyed more than the last few all thanks to having a creative outlet here! <3

and thank you for leaving so much lovely feedback on my blog, i truly couldn't have asked for better readers!

the first fic i actually posted on my blog was Heroes, which was posted almost whole six months before i truly became active on here!

the first official fic that started off this blog then became Abraxas ch.1, which was posted on 16th of February, a day after my birthday!

number of fics posted : 7 one-shots, 8 chapters across 3 series, 18 drabbles during the hard hours

together that makes almost 225k words total!

number of fics in progress : 7 new fics + 3 new chapters

Tits out

Wooyoung x reader, bffs2l, college au, smut | 7k words

posted: March 3rd

this was my first one-shot posted, and the rush of adrenaline i felt when i woke up the next day and there was 99+ icon on my activity was indescribable. I'll never forget breaking my first 1000 notes on my first fic and getting my first comments!

thank you so much, everyone <3

Deserve you

Seonghwa x reader, brother-in-law!Hwa, wedding night au, pure angsty porn | 18.5k words

posted: July 17th

I remember working on this fic relentlessly and being so proud of it! I had a major break-down in April and left school, and wasn't writing for some time because i wasn't in the mental space to, and this was the first thing i poured my heart into when i got back into my fics. the idea has been stewing in my mind for months at that point, and i felt so fulfilled finally putting it out!

thank you to everyone who loved this fic and lost their minds to me about it, i loved watching your reactions more than anything!

Dragonheart

OT7!BTS x reader, dragon au, dragon-rider au, high fantasy | currently sits at 36k words

first posted: July 9th (the masterlist) | August 14th (the first chapter)

My first OT7 project! I love dragons so much, and having the chance to write about them is such a passion of mine! i have so much in store for this story, so much to unfold and such a journey to take, all the while making this a love song to the mythical creatures I've always been obsessed with and to the seven boys who helped me stay sane!

and of course, to you my readers, who supported this series and have endless patience with me while i write new chapters for you!

According to my AO3 stats, the favourites are vastly different on there than they are here!

On my account there, the favourites are as follows :

1.Dragonheart

2.A little show

Yoongi x reader, college au, s2l, fluffy smut | 9.6k words

posted: April 21st

3.Tits out

4.Deserve you

5.Cinderella

Yoongi x reader x Hoseok, club owners au, s2l, smut | 19.7k words

posted: September 17th

Abraxas, ch.2

Yoongi x reader, mob boss au, police officer au, investigative, crime | the series currently sits at 78k words

this chapter has over 39k words, and it's the longest I've ever written - it even had to be split up into two parts for the ease of reading!

Penny for your ghosts, ch.2

OT7!BTS x reader, hybrid au, supernatural au, ghost hunting au | this series currently sits at almost 20k words

i posted this chapter after months of not being active, on the 24th of December, like a little present for all my patient darlings!

Deserve you

Seonghwa x reader, brother-in-law!Hwa, wedding night au, pure angsty porn | 18.5k words

posted: July 17th

As i said before, i do have quite the soft spot for this fic, and it's very close to my heart, but i do genuinely think that this is some of my best writing, and i re-read it occasionally haha. i feel that this was some of my most creative time, and i wrote this fic with an ease, as if the words just wanted to come out and i was simply their medium. though Tits out is definitely up there too!

i've been periodically putting out fic recs and talked about my favourite fics, so if you're interested, check out my library!

otherwise, the few absolute favourites that i'd choose would be these:

Ugh, as if! by @ennysbookstore (khj x reader)

Look after you by @mingigoo (khj x reader)

Plug & Play by @bangtanintotheroom (khj x reader)

we can't be friends by @jensthwa (cs x reader)

obliviate me by @bvidzsoo (psh x reader)

home for the holidays by @highvern (jwy x reader)

Masked miracles by @remedyx (bts x reader)

Trouvaille by @spookyserenades (bts x reader)

fast lane by @yminie (ksj x reader)

fail-safe by @jiminrings (myg x reader)

love roulette by @whatifyoulivelikethat (myg x reader)

strike a chord by @snackhobi (myg x reader)

Illicit favours by @yoongiofmine (myg x reader)

petty by @hamsterclaw (jjk x reader)

package deal by @hoseokhasmyheartxx (myg x reader x jhs)

Sex & Candy by Marcy Playground

Nothing Matters by The Last Dinner Party

Too Sweet by Hozier

Dis-ease by BTS

Wonderful Nothing by Glass Animals

Love Again by Dua Lipa

Come back to me by RM

Set Me Free pt.2 by Jimin

So Beautiful by DPR Ian

D-Day by Agust D

Peanut Butter & Tears by DPR Ian

UGH! by BTS

La Bohéme by Charles Aznavour

Light My Love by Greta van Fleet

Run BTS by BTS

to get back into writing, as i will have more free time, to finish the requests that i've gotten and haven't found the time to write, to pour my heart into updating the series i've started

to experiment more with my writing and my genres and try something new

to post a Halloween fic that i didn't have time to write for this year's Halloween

to turn cherry-yoongs from a side-project into a fully functioning fic library/review blog

to continue growing and to never lose the spark for writing <3

and here we are! the end <3 this was super fun to make, and i loved sharing this with you, so thank you once again to Raven, who tagged me in hers!

i hope that whatever comes to us in 2025, we'll make the year our own and continue soaring even higher into the sky 🩷🥂

and also special thanks to my three anonies ✨💋🪷, thank you for reaching out and hanging out!

tagging (if you feel like it, if not, definitely don't feel pressured into making this <3) :

@spookyserenades @remedyx @potatomountain + anyone else who sees this and feels inspired to make one!

#captain-joongz #2024 wrapped #tumblr wrapped

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eerieedits · 25 days ago

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wongyuseokie · 3 months ago

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Hello, I'm Indi. Welcome to my blog. To figure your way around this blog, please follow the links here 💕

For those who are new, here's a little about me: I'm 28, ENFP, and I go by she/her pronouns. So, if I look familiar to any of you, it's because once upon a time, specifically in March 2021, I accidentally deleted my old blog, and it took A LOT to not just call it quits, but hey, I'm still here, woo hoo. I used to primarily write for BTS, but something happened, and I got trapped in Seventeen (it happened while watching Going Seventeen). If you click the link to my Seventeen Masterlist below, you'll find out precisely what and how badly I fell for them.

So here's a quick little overview; here are some quick links for you to follow:

If you wish to read my seventeen fics, click here: 💎

-if tumblr isn't an ideal location to read, then you can read my fics on AO3, too, over here 📚

Also, I'll post other links here. Scroll down to see more.

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Graphics have all been done by the wonderful @shadowkoo 💕

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pars-ley · 4 months ago

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About me:

(banner made by the wonderful @shadowkoo)

I'm Ley, part of the dirty 30's club

I write fanfiction for BTS and GOT7 , I also stan stray kids but do not write for them, and am a baby atiny (feel free to scream about any of these to me in my inbox)

My writings are both SFW and NSFW (PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH MY BLOG IF YOU ARE UNDER 18)

My bias' are Jimin (Vmin), Jackson Wang, Felix and Wooyoung

I was born and live in London, UK.

I'm a mother, have a full time job and am studying

Currently trying to learn Korean (it's not going well)

I am very friendly and always happy to chat, so feel free to drop me a message

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Most recent fics:

Come alive (part two) (Jackson X reader)

Just like magic (Jackson X reader)

When the leaves turn red (Namjoon X reader)

I still want you (part one) (Jimin X reader)

Illicit affair (Yoongi X reader)

Blue (Jackson X reader)

Traces of you (Jimin X reader)

Networks:

the bts writers club

k-vanity

got7 writers collective

Bangtan writers hq

Lapydiaries

K smut society

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shadowkoo · 2 years ago

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bts masterlist

wips ☾ updates ☾ ao3 ☾ main m.list ☾ kofi ☾ taglist ☾ tape credit

𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉:

ongoing - ✎ | completed - ✓

hiatus ✧ | discontinued - ✗

𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

The Ex Text ✓ ↠ ex boyfriend with benefits, booty call ↠ 3.2k | estimated reading time 15 minutes

The 2 AM texts have started again. It’s a bittersweet familiarity that you can’t run away from, and despite wishing to forget him: no one will ever measure up to the exceptional standard set by your ex, and you’ll never have anyone as good as him either. Like a permanent mark on your heart, Jungkook’s presence has become an insatiable craving, an addiction you’ll never outgrow or cast aside.

Oh Brother ✓ ↠ brother’s best friend, college au, pwp ↠ 1.8k | estimated reading time 7 minutes

Things are bound to get messy when you fuck your brother’s best friend repeatedly. Better not get caught, for both of your sakes.

Touch Of Cherries ✓ ↠ pwp, valentine's day themed, threesome ↠ 6.5k | estimated reading time 25 minutes

With Valentine’s Day fast approaching, your thoughtful and devoted boyfriend is determined to make it unforgettable. But when you suggest something completely unexpected like a threesome - with his best friend, no less - he’s caught entirely off guard. Shock quickly turns into curiosity, and as the day draws closer he realizes there’s a whole new side of you he can’t wait to discover.

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘

soon...

𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

The Taste of Sin ✓ ↠ witch/warlock au, s2l, horror, black magic au ↠ 6.7k | estimated reading time 27 minutes

Following his sister’s passing, Taehyung faced a daunting battle within himself, one where he eventually succumbed to the enveloping shadows that gripped his soul. Your task is to free him from the clutches of the black magic that now consumes him. The only problem? He doesn’t want to be saved.

Ten out of Ten ✓ ↠ college au, enemies to lovers, fratboy!bangtan ↠ 8.6k | estimated reading time 35 minutes

For the past three years, Kim Taehyung has made it his mission to annoy you relentlessly on campus, finding every possible way to drive you up the wall during your shared classes. However, as you both enter your senior year, something strange happens. Taehyung begins to sense a shift in his energy, realizing he might just have some secret feelings for you. What unfolds when you make this earth-shattering discovery too?

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘

soon...

𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

Just Dance It Off ✓ ↠ ballet dancers au, e21, smut, angst, fluff, college au ↠ 9.5k | estimated reading time 40 minutes

You're over the moon when you land the female lead in the end-of-semester show. It feels like your hard work has finally paid off, everything is going great. Well, until you learn who your partner is…

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘

soon...

𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

soon...

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘

Chasing Clouds ✎ ↠ military au, doctor au, s2l, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, romance

Namjoon made the decision early on in his training that he would abstain from dating or entering any form of relationship while in active duty. He’s determined not to burden anyone with the likelihood of being to be notified of his death or causing pain to someone he loves by his long absence. Ironically, he found himself drawn to you, a doctor who challenges his beliefs and contradicts everything he upholds.

𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

soon...

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘

soon...

𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

Baby Maker ✓ ↠ slice of life, romance, fluff, smut, newlyweds ↠ 1k | estimated reading time 4 minutes

You and Yoongi have been relishing the comfort of your newly married life, savoring each moment together. However, there’s an additional want tugging at your heartstrings – the thought of becoming a mother. That’s right, you want a baby. Yoongi isn’t sure if he’s ready for the journey of bringing a baby into your lives. But he’ll agree to anything that makes you happy, and if it’s a baby you want, it’s a baby you’ll get.

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘

soon...

𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

soon...

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘

soon...

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖘

All About You ✎ ↠ hockey au, pro athletes, OT7 (oneshots for each member)

The upcoming season for the Denver Dragons is predicted to be an absolute game-changer! From lightning-fast breakaways to jaw-dropping saves, get ready to witness a showcase of skill, determination, and pure passion in both the game on the ice and the one in these player’s hearts. The team is hungrier than ever, prepared to do whatever it takes to secure their victory. With rivalries heating up, new talent on the rise, and fresh sparks flying, this season promises unforgettable matchups that will have fans on the edge of their seats. So grab your jerseys and get ready to witness what this season has coming. Let the games begin!

𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖇 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖘

soon...

𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖘:

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Any instances of plagiarism will result in public exposure, blocking, and appropriate actions taken against the offenders as I am committed to safeguarding the originality of my ideas and content.

Any instances of inspiration will always be duly acknowledged and properly credited.

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xomakara · 5 months ago

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Seduced By the Bad Boy

SUMMARY | Your so-called 'Bad Boy' best friend Wooyoung catches you looking at adult toys after taking a nap beside you.

PAIRINGS | Wooyoung x Reader

RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+

GENRE | BestFriend!Wooyoung, BestFriend!Reader, chubby!Reader, college au, non-idol au, smut, friends to lovers. bad boy trope

CONTENT/WARNINGS | profanity/strong language, filthy dirty thoughts, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), fingering, oral sex (f. receiving/m. giving), dirty talk, praise kink, pet names, creampies

LENGTH | 5,280 words

TAGLIST | @jjoongstar

NETWORKS | @illusionnet @atzhouse @cromernet @wonderlandnet

@ksmutsociety @k-vanity @othersideoutlawsnetwork

AUTHOR’S NOTE | It's finally finished. Thank god. Thank you @rems-writing for suggesting a bratty bad boy trope and thank you to these lovely folks @shadowkoo @beomcoups @inkchwe @kwanisms for the sprinting sessions. I would never have finished this without that lol.

I hope you all like it. Lots of love 💚

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"Y/N!" Wooyoung called out as he barged into your apartment, throwing his bag on the ground. "Where are you!?"

You let out a frustrated sigh as you looked away from your phone to find Wooyoung knocking on your door before barging into your room and sitting next to you on your bed. You held back an eye roll but smirked, putting your phone down.

"What's the point of knocking on the door if you don't even give me a chance to respond?" You chuckled as he crawled next to you and collapsed against the pillow with a huff. Wooyoung groaned while laughing and leaned over to push at your knee playfully.

"I wouldn't have to barge in if you responded faster, but you're slow and I got shit to do," he mumbled, grabbing the extra pillow and tucking it under his chin while holding his head up. You glanced over to find his eyes were already set on you, but that's nothing new. The two of you have a very, odd, relationship and have no shame.

"And by shit to do, you mean school and fucking?" You rolled your eyes when Wooyoung scoffed, amused and grabbed a loose piece of lint and threw it at him. "Speaking of, how's that thing between you and that girl, Jinhee?"

"Don't tell me you're actually interested in what's happening to me and a girl," Wooyoung made a gross face, which you also had an identical one. You scrunched up your nose and shook your head and then he sat back, eyes narrowed and pursed lips as if he were thinking very hard. "Is Y/N into women now? Does she want a three—"

"Fuck off, Woo," you hissed, cutting him off with a glare. Wooyoung only laughed while placing his hand on his heart and pulling out his puppy eyes. "We both know you only come over when you want to cuddle or rant or get tips on fucking."

You waved your hands towards yourself, scoffing when he puckered his lips out for attention. You gently pushed him back by his forehead, but it did little to his antics as he was leaning in the opposite direction and fell flat against the pillows. You turned around to see his chest moving rapidly up and down as a breathy, high-pitched laugh rang in his voice, making you smirk.

When you first met Wooyoung back in high school, you were instantly friends as your personalities were alike. Well, you had more common sense than him. It was only later in the years did you finally understand what Wooyoung was and what his habits were about. He categorizes everyone in his life into two groups: women he's involved with, and you. The relationship between you and Wooyoung confuses you even to this day, because there is literally no romantic feelings. And that's the part that's confusing about your relationship, because he openly flaunts how much he loves to make out with random girls at parties, but yet... you get the affection that the rest of the girls wanted to receive, minus the sex.

There was that one girl who lasted the longest, which is roughly like a few months. Everyone thought it was love and it made sense why it lasted, because it seemed like it. The couple's relationship seemed to blossom into a romance, with flirting and soft kisses exchanged whenever they were near each other. Wooyoung, in particular, seemed to soften and become calmer. But then the jealousy came, and it was all downhill from there.

Nowadays, it was rare that there was someone that caught his eyes long enough, and when it did, the girls lasted no longer than three to four weeks. The girls get possessive over him and when they found out that he was best friends with you, they suddenly despised you. Wooyoung is typically unbothered by this, as you don't interfere in his personal life, and it doesn't usually bother you either. But on rare occasions, you'd get that sad call where Wooyoung would mumble over the phone about missing you, even though he saw you the day before, and how he was sorry. Those occasions were when you'd comfort him from a distance, too afraid to cross the invisible line that both of you were the only one's who knew were there. So as much as you hated the flaunting and the girls who wanted your head on a pike, you played nice and continued with the façade.

"Don't touch me," you muttered as you squished your side against the wall, which was pretty useless because soon Wooyoung's torso was plopped over you with his fingers wiggling between you and the wall.

"Hey, this is the best way to cuddle. Let me feel you," Wooyoung whined while pressing his cheek onto yours and held onto you tighter. "Mhmm, I feel so complete now. "

"What am I? Your teddy bear or something?" You mumbled, still pushing him away from you. He held tight before shuffling to wrap his arm around your stomach and chest and nuzzled into your shoulder.

"Yeah, you're my cuddly Y/N," Wooyoung mumbled, "and we're going to be together forever."

"Good god, you sound like a psychopathic weirdo right now," you gave up on shoving Wooyoung off and let him take up most of the room and leaned your head on him with a defeated sigh. You slapped his hand away when he was squeezing your soft body. "Is that why you come over? To squeeze my fat?"

"How many times do I have to say you're not fat? You have the perfect amount of cushion, especially here..." You couldn't see, but you felt the smile on Wooyoung's mouth and immediately shivered when you felt his finger and thumb squeeze the flabby fat on the side of your waist. You whipped around to smack his hands away, his high pitched laughter ringing in your ears when you turned. "C'mon, I was complimenting you! How would I live without my stress toy? I have needs and you help fulfill them."

"Get the fuck out of my apartment, Jung Wooyoung," you slapped his hands and hid your waist from his reaching hands. He was pouting and rubbing his hands. "That's what you get."

"Fine, I'm done squeezing the hell out of you," Wooyoung laughed, making a few breathy noises and nodded along before smashing himself into you again. He wrapped his arms around you before falling back onto the bed with a groan. His limbs were sprawled around you and he kept shifting until he could hug you tightly.

You rolled your eyes as you gently heard his soft snoring for a few minutes. You decided to browse online and maybe do some online shopping, especially now that there were sales and discounts for the season. You didn't think much about browsing your favorite adult toys, so you thought why not? You haven't had much action lately and would rather not rely on your imagination and your hands. It'd been quite a while since you had something to spice up your alone time and with the adult money you're saving by living by yourself, you can buy things like these for yourself.

A few clicks into browsing around, the feeling of someone else being with you while shopping online for adult sex toys is a little uncomfortable and awkward, not to mention a bit embarrassing. You glanced next to you, hoping that Wooyoung was sleeping deeply enough so he can't see what's currently happening on the screen. Thankfully he was drooling on his pillow with an obnoxious open mouth snore that signaled that he was knocked out. You let out a soft sigh before returning your attention to the screen and continued browsing around the pages of the familiar site. You did come across the item you were interested in and the 25% off and the 50% off discount did sound appealing to your eyes. Not that your items cost a lot of money, but why not buy it for cheaper? You've been meaning to try out some edgier stuff that'll add a little bit more intensity when you were having 'me time'.

Wooyoung moaned lightly from his slumber before nudging his head to fit in your hair better. You turned your head around and found his cheek now pushing against your temple as you could literally hear him breathing and how his chest vibrated with each exhale. Wooyoung's presence was oddly soothing, you will admit, but there were times where he really annoyed you and was a complete menace to you. However, at times like this where your body fits right with him, his warmth providing a bit of relaxation after the exhausting days, it felt nice, as odd as it sounds, having Wooyoung snuggle in your bed with you.

Your gaze followed a strand of his hair that was sticking to his forehead and you gently brushed it back as well, smiling fondly. Wooyoung grunted a bit in his sleep and a pout formed on his face. The strands you tried to brush away were falling over his eyebrows and again, so you took hold of another. His hair was surprisingly soft when it wasn't stiff with his gel and hair spray. Wooyoung hates when you ruin his 'modern' look so that's why he keeps it styled up and almost never lets his hair down, not even when he sleeps over. So you couldn't resist but comb back his hair once more, making his hair even more disheveled. You patted down the edges a little bit before deciding it's enough and went back to browsing on your phone.

"Mmm," you hummed softly, a smile slowly etched on your face as you eyed the details and prices of your ideal wand vibrator. The first impression didn't look too bad and the prices were even better; 70% off for a limited time. You could grab yourself a new set of lingerie for yourself as a celebration for moving into a new apartment and you haven't indulged yourself in something new and cute in a while, and maybe for some future potential dates.

The problem right now is whether or not you want the red one with the wider head, which will probably get the job done a bit faster...

"Why are you looking at sex toys?" A sleepy mumble whispered in your ear, startling the hell out of you when you found Wooyoung reading over your shoulder. You quickly closed your phone and threw it somewhere behind you. Wooyoung chuckled while dropping his weight on top of you with his whole body and pinned your body down, trapping your arm underneath.

"So I don't end up in your bed, you fucking weirdo," you shoved him with a grumble and felt Wooyoung's face erupt in soft, airy laughs right by your head.

"You know you can just use me," Wooyoung muttered, his voice dropping an octave lower with a raspy tone that came from his post nap state. "I'm sure I'll feel better than a dildo."

You glared at Wooyoung for even bringing it up and of course Wooyoung saw and threw on his smirk. His nose was brushing against the side of your jaw line and he was constantly staring down at the website. You shifted to scoot away from him, not liking the fact that you're talking about him dicking you down like that with no remorse.

"At least with a dildo, I don't have to worry about catching feelings," you rolled your eyes.

"What if I wanted you to catch feelings?" Wooyoung softly asked. The tone of his voice made you bite the inside of your cheek and kept you frozen under him. "What if I wanted to be your good boy and not a bad one for once, just for you? What would you have to say then, huh?"

He shuffled closer, his hot breath ghosted over the soft flesh of your lips and down to your neck. The skin to skin contact was intoxicating, especially when his soft hand was running down your waist. You glanced over to see his expression and noticed that he was so close to your face.

Too close.

"Are you serious? Are you joking? What game are you playing, Jung Wooyoung?" You glared at him and placed your hand on his shoulders, ready to push him if he tried something.

"Can I not be serious for once?" Wooyoung whispers, his deep brown eyes searched your face and you could feel him analyzing every single feature on your face. Your hand was limp and stayed frozen on his shoulder, not knowing if it wanted to pull him closer or push him far away. His fingers were lightly tracing over the hem of your sweat pants, dipping to run circles over your bare hip, exposed where your shirt had ridden up. "Can't I change for you, the only person who seems to understand me? Can't I be your good boy? Because god knows, it's all I ever want to be."

"What if this is another joke?" Your voice sounded more like a plea rather than a question. "There's no way that you would like a girl like me, all soft and chubby." You glanced down at your round stomach and thick thighs to find your chubbiness not too different from a soft cushion.

"You don't even see yourself the way that I do. How do I get that through your skull?" Wooyoung whispered, his hands cupping either side of your cheeks to force you to look at him, which made you involuntarily shiver. You gulped loudly when he pulled away with a serious, straight face. "Y/N, can't I just treat you like what a man should do with a woman that he likes and wants? Can't we go out and actually start something that can actually lead somewhere rather than this confusing friendship? Can you take the next step for us and see if there was something beyond platonic love with me?"

"You know being with me means that you'll have to stop your fuckboy ways, right? The constant fucking, the multiple women, the one-nighters... It means that the two of us would only have each other to love, and that's a big risk," you mumbled out with shaky lips and searched his expression. You swallowed thickly before moving your gaze to his plump, full lips. "Are you ready to give that all up?"

"Do you even realize how crazy I've been over you? How I've always followed you around like a little duckling, showering you with affection because I didn't know how else to handle my growing feelings? That even when I sleep with other people, I can never get you out of my mind and always think about what could have been?" Wooyoung's voice rose in a quiet rant as he took your hand and placed it on his neck, guiding it to where his pulse throbbed visibly. You watched your hands intently, seeing the slight bob of his Adam's apple before his fingers left yours, leaving your hand flat and steady on the warm skin.

You stared at his darkening, chocolate colored eyes that were lit with something that made your tummy twist. Your voice was small and barely audible when your other hand slipped up his shoulder and around his neck, grabbing onto the short, black hair at the base of his hairline."What about all the girls that are out there, waiting for a sliver of your attention and love?"

"Don't you know I'd do anything for you?" His breath was hot against the skin of your lips.

"Yeah? Like what?" You leaned closer, the tip of your nose brushed over the tips of his. You shuddered in anticipation as you kept your eyes on his lips.

"I’d give everything up just for you. Do anything just to prove myself to you. Worship the fucking ground you walk on and put the moon and stars up for you because you fucking deserve everything I could possibly give. Because you're beautiful, no, magnificent," his head tilted closer, his lips were now mere inches apart. You could feel his lips ghosting over yours, sending soft, butterfly kisses. "I'd let you destroy me. Let you take every last bit of me because I'd happily surrender to you. So please, let me be a good boy for you and show you how much I've craved you."

You couldn't wait any longer. Gathering all your courage, you closed the distance between the two of you, capturing his lips with your own. Eyes fluttering shut, you reveled in the sensation of his soft, silky skin against yours. You released a guttural moan at the feeling, your fingers tugging Wooyoung down against you by the base of his scalp. One hand kept its firm grip in his hair as the other squeezed around his neck.

Your senses were invaded as Wooyoung turned into putty with a soft moan as he kissed you like there's no tomorrow. His body was fully pressed against yours, both knees on either side of your hips and elbows were digging into your plush mattress. His soft moaning sounds turned into groans when he suddenly tilted his head to the side to press closer into the kiss. One soft hand ran up to your face to gently caress the cheek, and you felt your insides turning to mush at the soft touch. There was a part of you that always wanted Wooyoung, but the idea of your friendship meant the risk wasn't worth it. But now...

Wooyoung rolled onto his back, dragging you up with him as he wrapped his arms around your middle, hugging you tight and making you straddle his lap. The sound of a whine filled the air when he stopped to rest his forehead against yours, a shaky chuckle reverberated in between your connected lips. You sat back slightly, your fingers grasping the hems of your oversized shirt and pulling it over your head. Your skin heated under his wandering eyes. You pressed your hips down against Wooyoung and grinned when a sharp gasp broke the silence in the air and his hands grabbed at your ass, pressing your clothed cunt hard against his groin.

You moved forward and gave soft kitten licks to the plushness of Wooyoung's lips. "You're really gonna be my good boy?"

"Will you have me?" His whisper sent another spark to your lower half and you pressed yourself closer with another roll of your hips, smiling at his choked off grunt. He nipped at the flesh of your lower lip and you opened your mouth to his awaiting, warm tongue.

"Can you even handle a chubby girl like me?" You sucked on the slick, wet tongue with a soft moan that melted into a chuckle when he took that moment to grab your breasts in his soft hands, cupping and fondling your perky nipples.

"Baby girl, there is no one that I would rather worship," he chuckled as his hands explored your skin and body, setting your insides and soul on fire as you returned each of his touches and affections. Wooyoung switched positions once again so you're flat on your back, his hands brushing against the hem of your sweatpants. "May I have the pleasure of worshiping your body? Lick every inch of your gorgeous, voluptuous, plush body until my name is all your pretty lips can remember? Please, may I be good for you?"

"Yes, you may," you nodded, watching the smirk stretch across his swollen lips as he dragged the remaining clothing down the length of your legs, throwing them somewhere over his shoulders before running his hands up your body.

And then Wooyoung ate.

Oh how he ate you up like a starved man.

With his wicked hands and sinful tongue, you're sure this is your hell and your heaven. The man has made you feel ways that you're pretty sure should be illegal. Wooyoung is currently below, his tongue drawing pretty patterns and kitten licks between the seam of your soaked core.

"Fuck, Wooyoung. It feels so good," you couldn't keep your praise at a reasonable level when Wooyoung started to pick up the pace of his licks. The fingers from your left hand were fisting into his long hair, holding him in between your thick thighs. "How do I taste?"

"Sweetest damn thing in this entire world," Wooyoung responds when he looks up at you. His brown orbs were turned dark with lust. His wet lips were swollen and shining with your sweet slick. His black, longer hair was now completely falling and framing his flushed face. "Are you going to cum for me, baby girl? Squeeze these delicious thighs around my face."

He dived back to continue feasting on your sweetness with a soft hum vibrating over your pussy lips. You whimpered at the feeling of his tongue diving between the lips. With one hand he spread your dripping lips further with his fingers, showing the soft nub and dove in. You gripped tighter into his hair and buckled your hips. You cried out his name with a curse when you felt the pad of his index finger starting to rub light circles onto your throbbing clit. It sent shockwaves through your lower tummy and made your muscles contract, your pussy spasming against the warmth.

It took only a few more strokes against your clit with his skilled tongue for you to fall apart. A scream caught in the back of your throat as your climax washed over you. Your thighs instinctively squeezed together, smothering the man in between your thighs.

You looked down and caught Wooyoung smiling when his index finger continued to massage tight, small circles, helping you ride your high. A burst of pride rose through your chest at the sight, and you're pretty sure you wanted to keep this sight for the rest of your life, and possibly for forever. You're hooked and you knew you had fallen even harder.

As soon as the waves had slowly subsided, you uncrossed your thighs and pulled at him to move up, causing him to give a small chuckle as he shuffled to sit in between your hips.

"Someone is eager for more," Wooyoung teased.

"Oh shut the hell up and get to kissing me before I change my mind," you sat up as he moved towards your lips. As he sealed his soft lips on top of yours again, you took the time to push up his shirt and pushed him back. Wooyoung smiled around the kiss and bit your lower lip before sitting back a bit, hands still resting around your waist. He smirked as he helped take off the material and once his chest was bare, you were back on each other.

You were slightly surprised when you suddenly found yourself with your back hitting the soft mattress underneath your body. "Get naked, Wooyoung. I can't be the only one here."

"Be patient, sweetheart," he hushed and your fingers quickly reached for his pants and dragged them down his thighs. He moved off of you as you continued to work the fabric off the curve of his ass, tossing the clothes somewhere behind him.

"Condom?" He whispers once he's fully naked and settles on his knees between the meaty skin of your thighs. He brushes back his hair and takes your body in once more. Wooyoung rested a strong hand against your hip and began rubbing tight circles against the skin.

"Don't need one," you pulled his neck down, arms wrapping around his neck in a hug. "I'm on birth control. I'm ready for you. I want you. Now fuck me, Jung Wooyoung."

"Who am I to deny a pretty thing like you what you want?" Wooyoung scooted closer, his soft hand traveled lower to push your thighs further open. His dick is aligned, pushing through your slick folds, grazing the bundle of nerves on your slit.

"Fuck, Wooyoung. Why are you teasing me right now?" You whimpered when the tip brushed against your entrance before pulling back again."Please hurry the fuck up and just stick it in me."

"What was that, baby girl?" Wooyoung asked.

"Fuck. Just fuck me, please. I need you," you whispered. Wooyoung grabbed your face and guided you into a harsh, sloppy kiss, smothering and squishing his lips into yours. At the same time, he pushes in his hips and pulls you against him. His cock fills and stretches your hole and you gasped against his mouth, trying to breathe and find any other noise to make in your state of bliss. "Holy, fucking fuck."

Wooyoung smirked along your lips and thrust his hips forward until he's fully seated. You moaned at the feel of his cock buried into you. He fit like a puzzle piece, like he was meant to be there and there alone.

He felt perfect.

"Feels so fucking good, baby girl," Wooyoung grunts as his head fell into the crook of your neck. "Do you want it to be gentle? Do you want it to be rough? You gotta speak up or else I don't know."

"Right now? I just want you. Just move," you threaded a hand through his black hair and gave his hair a tug, causing him to growl. Wooyoung moved slowly, making sure his dick rubbed along each spongy, wet and throbbing spot in your walls. "Oh fuck. Right there."

"Goddamn, baby girl," Wooyoung half grumbles, half groans, into your neck. "Tell me how you're feeling. Better than what a toy can do?"

"Fuck you," you let out a soft whimper, your eyes closed tightly. "Yes, okay. Fuck. You feel so much better than a shitty toy. You're perfect. Everything about you is. Fuck. That spot. Fucking god, that spot. Don't stop please, oh holy fucking shit."

"Yeah?" Wooyoung brought his thumb to run smooth circles over your clit again, pressing his hand firmly over your navel. "Let me hear you, Y/N. Tell me I'm your good boy. Say my fucking name. That's all I ask."

"You have no idea, how many times I have dreamt this, wishing that you would notice how fucking whipped I am for you." Wooyoung slowed down a bit, fucking slow, deep and hard into your tight and wet core. The build-up is slowly beginning to fill the pit of your tummy. "Fuck, look at the way I slide inside you, Y/N. My dick was made to fill you up. Look how perfectly you are sucking me in."

"Fuck," a curse ripped from your mouth, a drawn-out moan followed close behind as his cock repeatedly thrusted into you. "You feel so good, Wooyoung."

Your hand flies down and grasps on to his toned biceps, his body hovering above yours. Your fingers dig into the skin.

He picks up his pace, his thighs tensing at the strength in his powerful hips as he drives into you, his breathing turning heavy as he kisses the top of your nose. "Yes, keep your thighs up. Your body is gorgeous and the noises are driving me crazy. I could just spend the entire damn day fucking you and drinking every single last drop of your moans and cries. Fuck. Shit. Yeah, squeeze around me baby, that's fucking amazing."

Wooyoung rolls onto his back with a moan, pulling you up onto his lap as the head of his length presses snuggly into that sweet spot that causes your toes to curl. You lean back, legs spread as his soft, muscular legs support your weight while you balance. Your body shuddered, legs shaking while his hands took the opportunity to grasp at the cheeks of your ass.

Your breath hitched at the new angle that hit different spots in you. "Holy shit, Wooyoung."

You rose and fell and moved in sync together. Wooyoung helps move your body as if you weigh nothing, moaning when the head rubs against the inner part of your cunt. You slammed your hips down, over and over. You threw your head back and squealed at the amazing feeling, squeezing around his length that's buried deep.

"Keep bouncing baby. Fucking bounce on my cock. Come on baby, don't stop." Wooyoung groaned from below you, his grip on your ass tightened. His hand roams from the plump skin of your ass down the curves of your back. "Come for me, Y/N. You're gonna make a mess all over my dick, aren't you? Make me feel like I'm the luckiest motherfucker to make you cum over and over and over. Better than a fucking toy that's for sure."

"Shit, Wooyoung," One hand clamped around his knee while the other grabbed at his arm that was still squeezing your ass. "Cum in me, Wooyoung. Please. Cum in me."

"Hell yes, I'm close too, sweetheart," Wooyoung was picking you back up and bringing you back down in time with his upward thrusts. "Ride my cock. Ride me like your toy. Ride me till you've reached the point where you don't know how you still live without me. Use me like your own goddamn dildo."

You whimpered at his words and threw yourself forward, leaning your body against the hot, broad expanse of his chest and wrapped your arms around his head. "You're going to be my personal toy? Use you whenever, wherever?"

"Yes, oh fuck," Wooyoung's voice rose and pitched higher in an octave. "Babe, I'm gonna-"

"Give it to me. Fucking give it to me please." You muttered.

"Fuck, I love you," Wooyoung slammed in and the two of you came. You buried your face into his neck as his orgasm racked both of your bodies. He shot his hot, sticky load inside you, his cock was twitching against the tight walls as his body was quivering, tensed and curled around yours.

He nuzzles your neck with a breathy smile. Your thighs were trembling and your insides were twitching, and it feels like it's neverending. You moaned his name as another wave passed through, your walls fluttering around his spent dick. Your body went slack as soon as the contractions passed and Wooyoung pulled out, helping you down against the pillows beside him. The two of you just lay there, taking heavy breaths and not really speaking, just trying to regain composure.

You turned your head to see him smile. "I love you too, Wooyoung. Always."

"So the next time you decide to buy some fancy ass dildo, come straight for my dick, babe. Because, hell, a toy can't replace this." He waved his hand along his body with a shit-eating smirk and you laughed, pushing his body lightly and hugging his side.

"Shut up, Wooyoung. Oh my fucking gosh," you couldn't help the laughter that bubbles inside your chest. He laughs beside you and turns on his side, moving in closer, tucking your face into his chest. "Brat."

"But you love this brat," Wooyoung jokes and the laugh gets louder. "Don't forget, Y/N. Anytime and anywhere."

"Silly man," you mumbled and looked up at him and smiled softly. "Well then, don't mind me if I take you up on that offer again."

"This offer doesn't expire,” Wooyoung sneaks a soft kiss, his fingers threading through the messiness of your hair.

And you can only chuckle, before going in for another kiss.

A bad boy. You fell in love with a bratty bad boy. And there was nothing wrong with that.

Because Wooyoung is the perfect type of brat for you.

In life, and especially between the sheets.

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xomakara · 3 months ago

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After Midnight

SUMMARY | You are on a blind date, and the guy turns out to be a total jerk. Increasingly uncomfortable, but too polite to get up and leave, you are grateful to be rescued by Yangyang, the cute college frat boy in your class and the object of your affections, who comes over and gives you an out. PAIRINGS | Yangyang x Reader RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blocked GENRE | smut, college au, non-idol au, blind date gone wrong CONTENT/WARNINGS | profanity/strong language, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), fingering, slight dirty talk, praising, vaginal penetration LENGTH | 8,887 words TAGLIST | --- NETWORKS | @k-vanity @ksmutsociety AUTHOR’S NOTE | Finally managed to get something written for Yangyang! Finally! Thank you @shadowkoo for the beautiful banner! I hope you all like it and enjoy it 💚

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The dimly lit bar feels like a scene out of someone else’s life. The hum of conversation buzzes around you, but it feels distant, muffled by the tightening knot in your stomach. You shift uncomfortably on the barstool, your fingers tracing the condensation on your glass. Across from you sits Wooseok—your blind date. A guy who seemed charming over texts but now drips with an arrogance so thick it could coat the walls.

“So,” he says, leaning back arrogantly, his smirk as cocky as his tone. “You into sports? Or are you one of those artsy types?”

You force a smile, trying to mask the irritation clawing at you. “A little of both, I guess.”

His laugh is sharp, dismissive. “Yeah, I heard that one before. Bet you love yoga or something, right? All that ‘namaste’ crap.”

Oh god. You glance at your half-empty drink, wishing it were stronger, faster. Anything to numb this awkwardness. Why did you agree to this? Why didn’t you just ghost him when his condescension became clear over text? But no, you’d been raised too well for that. Too polite. Too much of a people-pleaser. And now here you are, stuck.

He picks up the thread again, his voice rising above the ambient noise. “Anyway, I’m more of a gym guy. You know, real fitness. Not that flaky stuff. Gotta stay in shape, especially if you want to keep up with me.”

You nod absently, your eyes darting across the room. Relief floods through you as you spot Yangyang, the cute frat boy from your class. He’s sitting with a group of friends a few tables over, laughing and sipping beers. His smile lights up the room, and you feel a pang of longing.

If only this were a date with him.

As if sensing your gaze, Yangyang glances over. Their eyes meet, and for a moment, everything else fades away. His lips curl into a reassuring half-smile, and you feel a flutter of hope. Maybe—just maybe—he’ll save you from this nightmare.

But then your date leans closer, his cologne overpowering even the faint smell of beer and smoke. “So, what do you say we get out of here? Maybe grab some dessert? My treat, of course.”

His tone is smooth, almost too smooth, and there’s something in his eyes that makes your skin crawl. You open your mouth to decline, but the words catch in your throat. Before you can muster a response, Yangyang stands up, his attention shifting fully to you.

“Y/N!” he calls out, his voice warm and playful. “How’s it going?”

Your date frowns, his annoyance obvious. “Who’s this guy?”

You feel a surge of gratitude as Yangyang approaches, his presence radiating confidence.

“I’m Yangyang,” he says, extending his hand to your date. “A friend of hers. Classmate, actually.”

Your date shakes his hand reluctantly, his jaw tight. “Nice to meet you.”

Yangyang’s grin widens, and he turns to you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You weren’t answering my texts earlier, so I figured I’d come find you. What’s the deal? Having fun?”

You blink, caught off guard by the sudden shift. But then you realize—he’s giving you an out. A way to escape this unbearable situation. “Oh, uh… yeah, sure. It’s been… interesting.”

Yangyang chuckles, his gaze flicking between you and your date. “Well, I hate to interrupt, but we’ve got that group project meeting tomorrow, and I need to go over some notes with you. You free to head out now?”

There’s a pause, and you can practically see the gears turning in your date’s head. Finally, he straightens up, his pride clearly wounded. “Sounds like you’ve got plans. Guess I’ll let you go.”

You stand quickly, relief washing over you. “Thanks for… uh, dinner? Drinks? This.”

He snorts, shaking his head. “Yeah, no problem. Have fun with your… homework.”

Yangyang steps closer, his arm brushing yours as he guides you toward the exit. “Don’t be rude, man. Have a good night.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, once you’re out of earshot.

Yangyang grins, his dimples deepening. “No problem. Couldn’t let you suffer through that alone. You looked like you needed rescuing.”

You laugh softly, the tension easing slightly. “You have no idea. How did you even know it was me?”

“Oh, I saw you walk in earlier,” he admits, his voice lowering. “Figured I’d wait a bit, see how things went. When things got weird, I knew I had to intervene.”

You glance at him, your cheeks heating. “That’s… kind of amazing, actually.”

He shrugs, looking away briefly. “Happens to the best of us. Anyway, you okay? Want to grab some coffee or something? My treat.”

Your heart skips a beat. Coffee? With him?

“I’d like that,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

You both step outside, the cool night air hitting your faces. Yangyang walks close enough that both of your arms brush occasionally, sending shivers down your spine.

“So,” he says, his tone light but teasing. “What’s next?”

You turn to him, your pulse quickening. “Depends,” you reply, feeling bold suddenly. “What do you want to do?”

“Funny you should ask,” he whispers, his voice low and husky. He meets your gaze, his eyes dark and intense. “Because I’ve been thinking about this all night.”

Before you can respond, he steps closer, his breath warm against your cheek. “Do you trust me?” he asks, his voice barely audible.

You swallow hard, your heart racing. “Yes.”

He smiles faintly, his hand reaching out to lightly touch your waist. “Good. Because I don’t wanna take this slow.”

And then, without waiting for an answer, he presses his lips to yours. His kiss lingers on your lips, a sweet, dizzying sensation that makes your knees weak. You glance up at him, his dark hair catching the faint glow of the streetlights, and he grins, a playful glint in his eyes.

“So,” he says, his voice light but teasing, “coffee? Or do you want to see if I can make this even more interesting?”

You laugh softly, feeling a strange mix of nerves and excitement. The date with Wooseok feels like a distant nightmare now, washed away by Yangyang’s effortless charm.

“Coffee sounds good,” you reply, tilting your head slightly. “But if you’re trying to impress me, you might have to work harder than that.”

He chuckles, the sound low and warm, and nudges you playfully. “Challenge accepted.”

The two of you walk side by side down the dimly lit sidewalk, the quiet hum of the city surrounding you. Yangyang leads you to a small, cozy café tucked away from the main street, its windows glowing warmly. Inside, the air smells of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries, and the soft murmur of conversation fills the space. A young barista behind the counter glances up with a bright smile as you approach.

“Hey, Yangyang,” the barista says, their tone friendly but subtly flirtatious. “Long time no see. What can I get for you tonight?”

Yangyang smiles back, leaning casually on the counter. “Hey, Ruby. Two coffees, please—something strong. And maybe a slice of that chocolate cake.”

“Coming right up,” Ruby replies, their fingers already moving deftly over the espresso machine.

As Ruby works, Yangyang turns to you, his expression shifting to one of curiosity.

“So,” he begins, his voice dropping just enough to feel intimate in the bustling café, “what made you agree to a blind date with him? He seemed… not your type.”

You sigh, shaking your head as you think back to Jake’s arrogance. “I don’t know. I guess I thought it was worth giving it a shot? But yeah, he was… not my type. At all.”

Yangyang nods, his gaze lingering on you as if he’s trying to read something deeper. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that anymore. Not when you’ve got me around.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you meet his gaze, feeling a sudden intensity in the air between you. Before you can respond, Ruby sets down two steaming mugs on the counter, each topped with a swirl of foam.

“Here you go,” Ruby says, sliding the plate with the chocolate cake toward you. “Enjoy.”

“Thanks,” Yangyang says, taking the mugs and handing one to you. “Let’s grab a table.”

You follow him to a small corner booth, the dim lighting casting shadows that make the space feel private. As you sit across from him, the warmth of the mug in your hands contrasts with the coolness of the night outside. Yangyang takes a slow sip of his coffee, watching you over the rim of his cup.

“So,” he says again, setting his mug down carefully, “tell me something about yourself. Something real.”

You raise an eyebrow, feeling both amused and intrigued by his directness. “Something real? What kind of question is that?”

He shrugs, leaning back in his seat, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. “You seem like someone who doesn’t open up easily. So, I’m curious. What’s something most people wouldn’t know about you?”

Your heart skips a beat at the question, and you shift uncomfortably, unsure how much you want to reveal. But there’s something about the way Yangyang looks at you—calm, attentive, and genuine—that makes it hard to resist.

“Okay,” you say slowly, picking at the edge of the cake with your fork. “I… write poetry. Like, really bad stuff, mostly. But it helps me process things.”

Yangyang’s lips curl into a slow, appreciative smile. “That’s pretty cool. Do you ever show it to anyone?”

You shake your head, feeling a flush rise to your cheeks. “No. It’s just… for me. Private.”

He nods thoughtfully, his gaze never leaving yours. “Fair enough. Maybe one day, though, you’ll let me read some. If you want to.”

The suggestion hangs in the air, heavy with possibility, and you find yourself wondering what it would be like to share that part of yourself with him. Before you can dwell on it too much, Yangyang reaches across the table, his fingers brushing lightly against yours.

“You don’t have to answer that,” he says softly, his touch sending tingles up your arm. “But I hope you know I’d listen. To anything you wanted to say.”

You swallow hard, feeling the heat of his words settle deep in your chest.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Yangyang’s expression shifts, a flicker of something raw crossing his face before it settles into a gentle smile.

“Maybe because I like you,” he admits, his voice low and sincere. “And maybe because I saw the way he was treating you, and I couldn’t stand it. I wanted to fix it. For you.”

The honesty in his words leaves you breathless, and you realize, with a jolt, that you’ve been holding onto so much tension since the start of the night. With him, though, it’s different. Easier. Like you can finally exhale.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you say quietly.

“Yeah, I did,” he replies, his voice firm but warm. “Because you deserve better than that. And if you’ll let me, I’d like to show you how much better.”

The sincerity in his tone catches you off guard, and you find yourself nodding slowly, a knot of emotion tightening in your throat.

“Okay,” you manage to say, your voice shaky.

Yangyang’s smile returns, brighter this time, and he leans forward, his hand slipping beneath the table to rest on your thigh. The contact sends a spark through you, and you bite your lip, glancing up at him with uncertainty.

“I really like you, Y/N,” he murmurs, his voice filled with promise. "Tell me if I’m moving too fast.”

Your pulse quickens, and you feel the weight of his hand on your leg, warm and deliberate. “You don’t waste any time, do you?”

He laughs softly, his breath feathering against your cheek as he closes the distance between you. “Like I said before, I don’t wanna take this slow.”

And then his lips are on yours again, soft and insistent, pulling a quiet gasp from deep within you. His hand tightens slightly on your thigh, drawing you even closer, and you melt into the kiss, your fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie.

The world seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you and the electric hum of connection. His tongue traces the curve of your bottom lip, and you part your mouth willingly, deepening the kiss until you’re both breathless. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are dark with desire, and he presses his forehead against yours, his breath hot and uneven.

“God, you’re incredible,” he whispers, his voice ragged. You don’t have the chance to respond before he speaks again, his voice thick with urgency. “We should go somewhere quieter. Somewhere we can focus on each other.”

Yangyang’s hand slips into yours, his fingers interlacing with yours as he leads you out of the café. The cool night air nips at your skin, but his touch is warm and grounding, a steady anchor in the otherwise chaotic evening. His hoodie swishes against his jeans as he walks, and you can feel the faint hum of excitement radiating off him.

“Where are we going?” you ask, your voice just above a whisper, curious and a little nervous.

He glances at you, his smile soft and mischievous. “Trust me?”

You hesitate for only a moment before nodding. “Yeah.”

He squeezes your hand tighter, like he’s trying to reassure you without saying it aloud. And then he breaks into a light jog, tugging you along with him. You don’t question it, following his lead with a laugh bubbling up in your chest. There’s something freeing about running through the streets with him, letting go of all the awkwardness and tension from earlier tonight.

The park comes into view after a few minutes, its gates already closed for the night. But Yangyang doesn’t seem fazed. He pulls you along the iron fence until he finds a small gap where a section of bars has rusted and bent outward.

“Shortcut,” he says with a wink, crouching down to slip through first. You hesitate again, looking around nervously. The park is eerily quiet, the shadows of trees stretching across the ground like skeletal hands. But Yangyang sticks his head back through the gap, his eyes bright and encouraging. “Come on, I promise it’s worth it.”

Swallowing your doubts, you duck through the gap after him, brushing dirt off your jeans as you straighten up. Yangyang takes your hand again, guiding you deeper into the park, away from the well-lit paths and toward the darker, more secluded areas. The crunch of leaves underfoot grows louder, and the scent of damp earth fills the air.

Finally, he stops near a large oak tree, its branches twisted and gnarled, reaching out like they’re trying to embrace the sky. The moonlight filters through the gaps in the canopy above, casting dappled patterns on the ground. It’s quiet here—peaceful, almost magical.

"Here?" You asked.

"Yeah," Yangyang nods. "Look up."

You tilt your head back, feeling a rush of awe as you take in the view. The stars glitter against a dark blue background, like tiny pinpricks of light in an infinite canvas. The air feels clear and fresh here, free from the noise of the city, and the wind rustles softly through the trees, adding to the serenity.

"I wanted to bring you to my spot," Yangyang murmurs. "Where I go when everything gets too much. When the world feels overwhelming."

You looked at him. "I'm sure you bring other girls here."

"Nah," he replies, a flicker of regret crossing his eyes. "I came here before I even joined the frat. Back when it was just me, getting by on scholarships and part-time jobs."

You reach for his hand, running your thumb along his knuckles gently. "You had a tough time?"

He smiles sadly. "Yeah. And even now, when I've got help with tuition and the whole student life deal... the pressures are still there, you know?"

It's strange to hear him talking like this, opening himself up to you. It feels vulnerable and intimate. You take a tentative step towards him. "I think I can relate. Even though I have a scholarship and good parents, I still have to balance work, studying and finding time for social life, and it can be a lot."

Yangyang nods, and you can tell he understands. He tilts his head, searching your face as he searches his next words. "What would help you deal with all that?"

The question takes you by surprise. You think it over carefully. "Spending time with friends. Releasing emotions through writing. Watching tv." You look back up at the stars and try again. "But the thing that helps most, the most soothing thing for me, is just going somewhere alone, listening to nature or the city. Finding somewhere peaceful and calming."

"Somewhere like here?" He asks.

"Yeah," you sigh contentedly. "I haven't found somewhere quite like it, though."

His hands settle on your hips as he pulls you in for a sweet, lingering kiss, his teeth lightly grazing your lower lip. You smile against his lips, and the butterflies in your stomach turn into something wild. He backs you up against the trunk of the tree, his body flush with yours, and you can't help but run your hands up his neck and into his soft, dark curls. The moonlight illuminates his face, revealing the hunger in his gaze. You close your eyes as he trails kisses down your neck, sending a thrill up your spine. He lifts his head and searches your gaze again.

God, he tastes so good, you think, your mind hazy with desire. His flavor is sweet, like the coffee you shared earlier, but there’s an undercurrent of something wild and untamed, something that sets your pulse racing even faster.

When he pulls back, his breath comes out in uneven puffs, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Fuck,” he mutters, leaning his forehead against yours. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first day I saw you in class.”

Your lips curve into a smile, giddy and breathless. “Really?”

He nods, his curls bouncing slightly. “Every time you walked into the room, I couldn’t focus on anything else. You have no idea how many times I almost asked you out, but I kept chickening out.”

You laugh softly, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Well, I’m glad you finally did.”

“Me too,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. Then his lips are on yours again, softer this time, more deliberate. His hands roam down your sides, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt to rest on the bare skin of your lower back. The coolness of the night air contrasts sharply with the warmth of his palms, sending a shiver up your spine.

You press closer to him, your own hands fumbling with the zipper of his hoodie. When you pull it down, he shrugs it off his shoulders, tossing it aside without a second thought. Underneath, he’s wearing a plain white T-shirt that clings to his torso, outlining the muscles you only catch glimpses of during class. Your fingers dip beneath the fabric, skimming across his skin, feeling the tautness of his stomach beneath your touch.

He groans into your mouth, his body tensing under your exploration. “Jesus,” he breathes, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “You’re killing me.”

You smirk against his lips, feeling a surge of confidence. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No,” he growls, pulling you even closer. “Not even close.”

His hands move higher, sliding up your ribcage until they’re cupping your breasts over your bra. You arch into his touch, a needy sound escaping your throat. His thumb brushes across your nipple, teasing it into a hard peak, and you gasp, your head tilting back as pleasure shoots through you.

“Yangyang…” you murmur, half-pleading, half-whining.

He presses a quick series of kisses along your jawline, his breath hot against your skin. “Tell me what you want,” he says, his voice thick with hunger.

You bite your lip, suddenly shy. “I…”

He grins, his teeth flashing in the dim light. “That’s okay. Let me guess.”

And without waiting for your answer, his hands shift again, one sliding down to palm your ass while the other slips beneath your waistband, his fingertips trailing dangerously close to where you need him most.

Your breath hitches, your whole body trembling with anticipation. “Yangyang…” you say again, this time more urgently.

He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his dark eyes gleaming with desire. “Yeah?”

“Please,” you manage to whisper, your voice barely audible.

His answering smile is slow and triumphant. “Anything for you.”

Your breath catches in your throat as Yangyang’s lips press against yours again, this time with a hunger that sends shivers down your spine. His hands move to your hips, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you. You melt into him, your fingers threading through his dark curls as the world around you fades away. The cool night air is no match for the heat building between you, and you can feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest.

Just as you’re about to deepen the kiss, a sharp voice cuts through the silence. “Hey! You two! What do you think you’re doing?”

You freeze, your body stiffening as you recognize the authoritative tone. Slowly, you pull away from Yangyang, your eyes widening as you turn toward the source of the noise. A tall, broad-shouldered park ranger stands a few feet away, his arms crossed and his jaw set in disapproval. His uniform fits him like a glove, emphasizing his muscular build, and his sharp, observant gaze locks onto you both.

Yangyang curses under his breath, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Crap,” he mutters, tugging at your hand. “Let’s go. Now.”

Before you can respond, he’s already pulling you deeper into the shadows beneath the tree. Your pulse races as you follow him, the thrill of being caught making your stomach twist in knots. You glance back over your shoulder, your heart pounding as the ranger takes a step closer, his flashlight sweeping across the ground.

“I said stop!” the ranger calls out, his voice echoing through the park.

You press yourself closer to Yangyang, your breaths coming in short bursts. “What do we do?” you whisper, your voice trembling.

Yangyang glances around frantically, his mind working quickly. “We need to lose him,” he says, his eyes darting toward a small trail leading deeper into the park. “Come on, let’s go this way.”

Without waiting for your response, he drags you along the path, his grip firm but reassuring. The trees close in around you, their branches creating a natural barrier from the ranger’s view. You stumble slightly, the uneven ground making it difficult to keep up, but Yangyang’s hand stays locked around yours, guiding you forward.

The sound of heavy footsteps grows louder behind you, and you can hear the ranger muttering under his breath. “Kids these days… always causing trouble,” he grumbles, his frustration evident.

Yangyang smirks despite the situation, his playful nature peeking through. “Don’t worry,” he whispers, squeezing your hand. “We’ll give him the slip.”

You can’t help but laugh nervously, the tension between you and Yangyang growing stronger with every step. As you round a corner, Yangyang pulls you into a dense bush, muffling your laughter with his hand. You hold your breath as the ranger’s flashlight beam passes by, illuminating the leaves around you momentarily.

When the light disappears, Yangyang releases a shaky laugh. “That was close,” he says, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

You nod, your heart still racing from the adrenaline. “Too close,” you agree, your voice barely above a whisper.

Yangyang’s gaze softens as he looks at you, his playful demeanor melting into something more serious. “You okay?” he asks, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You nod again, feeling a warmth spread through you at his concern. “Yeah,” you say, smiling faintly. “Just… a little shaken.”

He chuckles, his confidence returning. “Well, I guess we showed him, huh?”

You roll your eyes, but the smile on your face doesn’t fade. “I wouldn’t exactly call that showing him.”

Yangyang shrugs, his dimples deepening as he grins. “Close enough. Now…” He pauses, his expression turning mischievous once more. “How about we get out of here before he comes back?”

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by his suggestion. “And go where?”

His grin widens, and he steps closer, his breath warm against your cheek. “My place,” he murmurs, his voice low and inviting. “It’s not far. We can be there in ten minutes.”

Your pulse quickens at the thought, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling in your chest. Part of you wants to playfully protest, to tease him about his boldness, but the other part—the part that’s been drawn to him since the moment he walked into your life—is already saying yes.

Yangyang must sense your hesitation, because he adds, “I promise, it’ll be worth it.”

You look into his eyes, searching for any hint of insincerity, but all you find is sincerity and a flicker of desire. And maybe, just maybe, a touch of vulnerability. It’s that last part that seals the deal, pushing aside any lingering doubts.

“Okay,” you say softly, your voice barely audible.

His answering smile lights up his entire face, and without another word, he takes your hand and leads you out of the bush, navigating the dimly lit paths of the park with ease. The cool night air brushes against your skin, sending goosebumps down your arms, but Yangyang’s touch keeps you grounded, his presence a steady anchor in the chaos.

As you leave the park behind, the streetlights guide your way, casting long shadows that stretch and shrink with each step. Yangyang’s pace quickens, his excitement palpable, and you can’t help but match it, your own anticipation building with every passing second.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity but is probably only a few minutes, Yangyang stops in front of a modest apartment building. His free hand reaches into his pocket, pulling out a set of keys as he unlocks the door. He ushers you inside, his movements almost frantic with eagerness.

The apartment is cozy, with simple furnishings and a faint scent of laundry detergent and fresh air—just like him. Yangyang leads you to the living room, where he finally lets go of your hand, turning to face you. His chest rises and falls slightly, his breathing still a little uneven from the rush of the escape.

“So,” he says, his voice low and teasing, “what do you think?”

You take a moment to survey the room, your eyes lingering on the small details—the bookshelf filled with textbooks and novels, the worn couch draped with a blanket, the faint hum of a refrigerator in the background. It’s nothing fancy, but it feels lived-in, comfortable. And somehow, that makes it even more appealing.

“It’s nice,” you admit, your voice soft.

Yangyang’s smile returns, warmer now, less playful and more genuine. “Good,” he says simply, stepping closer. “Because I didn’t bring you here just to show you my apartment.”

Your breath hitches as he closes the distance between you, his hands reaching up to cradle your face. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, and you can feel the sincerity in every brush of his fingertips. When his lips meet yours, it’s slow and deliberate, a marked contrast to the urgency of earlier.

This time, there’s no rush, no fear of being interrupted. Just the two of you, lost in the embrace that neither of you seems willing to break.

Yangyang breaks the kiss, his eyes locking with yours. His hands slide down to your shoulders, then lower, tracing the curve of your back until they settle on your hips. The heat between you is palpable, a tangible force that seems to push and pull at the edges of your restraint.

“Do you trust me?” he asks quietly, his voice low and steady.

You nod, though the question sends a shiver through you. Trust. It’s such a simple word, yet it feels so heavy in this moment. You realize, almost suddenly, that you do trust him—completely. There’s something about the way he looks at you, like you’re the only person in the world who matters, that makes it impossible not to.

“Good,” he says, his lips curving into a sly smile. “Because I want to show you something.”

Without waiting for a response, he takes your hand and leads you deeper into his apartment. The hallway is dimly lit, the soft glow of a lamp casting long shadows across the floor. The air is quiet, save for the faint sound of your footsteps and the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards beneath you.

Yangyang guides you to a door at the end of the hall, one you hadn’t noticed before. He pauses for a moment, glancing over his shoulder at you before reaching out to turn the handle. The door swings open with a soft click, revealing a cozy bedroom bathed in the warm light of a bedside lamp.

His bedroom. The thought flutters in your mind, sending a fresh wave of excitement coursing through you. Yangyang steps inside first, pulling you in after him. The door closes softly behind you, sealing the space as your own private world.

The room is simple but inviting, with a large bed taking up most of the space. A pile of pillows rests against the headboard, and a few books are scattered haphazardly on the nightstand. A faint scent of cedar lingers in the air, mingling with the familiar smell of laundry detergent that seems to follow Yangyang everywhere.

He turns to face you, his eyes dark with intent. “I wanted to bring you somewhere… quieter,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “Somewhere we could be alone.”

You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, the rhythm accelerating as his words sink in. Alone. The word carries a weight that’s both thrilling and terrifying. You glance around the room, taking in the details—the softness of the carpet underfoot, the warmth of thelighting, the way the shadows seem to dance along the walls. It’s intimate, cocooning, and somehow perfectly fitting for what you know is about to happen.

Yangyang steps closer, his hands settling on your waist again. This time, there’s no hesitation in his touch—just confidence, laced with a tenderness that makes your knees weak. He leans in, brushing his lips against your ear. “You don’t have to say anything,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. “Just let me take care of you.”

The request hangs in the air, a silent promise that sends a jolt of electricity through your veins. You nod again, unable to find the words to respond. Yangyang smiles, a slow, knowing grin that makes your stomach flutter.

With one hand still resting on your waist, he reaches up with the other, sliding his fingers through the loose strands of your hair. The gesture is gentle, almost reverent, as if he’s savoring the texture and weight of it. You close your eyes, tilting your head slightly to give him better access, and feel a soft hum of pleasure ripple through you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve wanted to tell you that since the first day I saw you.”

The confession catches you off guard, sending a rush of warmth flooding through your chest. You open your eyes, meeting his gaze, and see nothing but honesty reflected there. It’s overwhelming, the depth of feeling in his expression, and it leaves you momentarily speechless.

Before you can respond, Yangyang shifts his grip, guiding you toward the bed. His movements are deliberate, each step calculated to draw you further into the moment. When you reach the edge of the mattress, he stops, his hands sliding from your waist to rest on your hips.

“Sit,” he commands softly, his voice a velvety rasp that sends shivers dancing down your spine.

You obey without hesitation, lowering yourself onto the plush comforter. The fabric is soft beneath you, and the faint scent of linen fills your nostrils, adding another layer of sensory overload to the mix. As you settle in, Yangyang kneels beside the bed, his eyes never leaving yours.

For a moment, there’s silence—a charged, electric kind of stillness that seems to hold the weight of everything unsaid between you. Then, slowly, deliberately, Yangyang reaches out, his fingers brushing against the buttons of your shirt.

“May I?” he asks, his voice a teasing half-whisper.

You nod again, your throat too tight to speak. Yangyang grins, his eyes gleaming with mischief, and begins working on the buttons with expert precision. Each pop of the closure seems to echo in the quiet room, a symphony of anticipation that heightens the tension between you.

When the last button slides free, he tugs the fabric apart, revealing the thin layer of lace beneath. Your breath hitches as his eyes flick downward, briefly scanning the sight before returning to your face. “So pretty,” he murmurs, his tone a mix of awe and desire.

Without warning, he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the hollow of your throat. The sensation is fleeting but insistent, a tease that leaves you yearning for more. You instinctively tilt your head back, giving him better access, and feel a surge of satisfaction when he obliges by trailing kisses along your collarbone.

“Yangyang...” you manage to whisper, your voice trembling with a combination of need and uncertainty.

He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his lips curved into a wicked smile. “Shh,” he says gently. “Just let me love you.”

And with that, he resumes his exploration, his hands and mouth working in tandem to unravel every thread of resistance within you.

Yangyang’s hands move with an almost reverent grace as he undresses you, his touch light but deliberate. Each piece of clothing he removes feels like a revelation, not just to him but to you as well. You feel suddenly exposed, yet entirely safe in his presence.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and gravelly with emotion. His fingers brush against the edge of your bra, hesitating for a moment before carefully unclasping it. The fabric slips away, revealing you to his gaze, and you catch a flicker of awe in his dark eyes.

“You don’t have to say that,” you whisper, your cheeks heating under his intense scrutiny.

Yangyang shakes his head, his smile soft and genuine. “I know what I see,” he says simply. His hands cup your shoulders, thumbs brushing lightly over your collarbones, and you shiver at the tenderness of his touch. “And what I feel… it’s overwhelming.”

He leans in then, his lips finding the sensitive skin just below your ear. A sound escapes you, half-laugh, half-groan, as his teeth graze the lobe gently. His hand trails down your arm, fingertips leaving a trail of fire in their wake before wrapping around your wrist. He guides your hand to his chest, pressing your palm flat against the rapid thudding of his heart.

“Feel that?” he asks, his voice thick with desire. “That’s all you.”

You nod, unable to speak, your own heart pounding in response. Yangyang’s free hand snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him. The solid warmth of his body against yours is intoxicating, and you cling to him instinctively.

His lips find yours again, this time with a hunger that leaves no room for hesitation. The kiss is deep, consuming, every stroke of his tongue igniting a blaze within you. His hand slides lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties, and you gasp into his mouth as his fingers tease the soft curve of your hipbone.

“Yangyang,” you breathe, clutching at his shoulders for balance.

“Tell me what you want,” he rasps, his breath hot against your cheek. His fingers dip lower, brushing against the wetness between your legs, and you clench your thighs together, both resisting and inviting his touch.

“I—” Your voice falters, uncertain, as his fingers ghost over your most sensitive spot. You arch into the sensation, your hips tilting involuntarily.

Yangyang chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your body. “It’s okay,” he murmurs, his tone reassuring. “Take your time. We have all night.”

His words send a shudder through you, a mix of relief and anticipation. You relax slightly, letting go of some of the tension that had been coiled tightly within you. Yangyang takes advantage of your momentary surrender, his fingers sliding back between your legs, this time with purpose.

The first tentative touch makes you jerk, a sharp intake of breath escaping your lips. Yangyang holds still, watching you intently, his expression a blend of concern and arousal. “Too much?” he asks, clearly trying to read your reaction.

You shake your head quickly, your cheeks burning. “No,” you manage to whisper. “Just… unexpected.”

A slow grin spreads across his face, and he resumes his exploration, his fingers tracing delicate patterns against your folds. You bite your lip to stifle a moan, your body responding eagerly to his ministrations.

“So responsive,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with admiration. “You’re incredible.”

His fingers press harder, delving deeper, and you gasp, your back arching off the bed. Yangyang shifts his position slightly, angling his fingers to hit that perfect spot inside you, and you feel yourself spiraling closer to the edge.

“Yangyang,” you choke out, your voice trembling with need. “Please…”

“Please what?” he teases, his voice low and husky. His free hand cups your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple in rhythm with his finger movements.

You whimper, torn between the dueling sensations of his touch. “I… I don’t know,” you admit, frustrated by your inability to articulate the raging storm within you.

Yangyang chuckles again, the sound dark and intimate. “That’s okay,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss you deeply. His fingers quicken their pace, stroking in and out of you with increasing urgency. “Let yourself go. Let me take care of you.”

The combination of his words and actions is too much, and you feel the wave building inside you, cresting higher and higher with every thrust of his fingers. Your breath comes in shallow pants, your body tensing as you approach the precipice.

“Yangyang, I—”

He doesn’t let you finish. Instead, he presses a hard kiss to your lips, swallowing your cry of release as you come apart in his arms. Your body shudders, waves of pleasure rolling through you, leaving you boneless and gasping for air.

Yangyang pulls his fingers from you slowly, watching your face with rapt attention. His eyes are dark, filled with a mixture of awe and possessiveness. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, his voice raw with emotion. “You’re amazing.”

You blink up at him, still dazed from the intensity of your orgasm. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you manage to joke weakly.

Yangyang laughs, the sound warm and genuine. “Oh, we’re just getting started,” he says, his voice dropping to a teasing purr.

Yangyang’s hands trail down your body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. His touch is deliberate, almost reverent, as if he’s memorizing every curve and dip of you. When his fingers brush against the side of your thigh, you shiver, the sensation sending a spark of electricity through your veins.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. His eyes never leave yours, their intensity making your breath hitch. “I want to see you touch me.”

His words send a jolt of arousal through you, but there’s also a flicker of uncertainty. You’ve never been this intimate with anyone before, not like this. The thought of exploring his body feels thrilling and terrifying all at once. But when he guides your hand to his chest, the moment becomes too electric to resist.

Your fingers curl around the soft fabric of his hoodie, hesitating for just a second before you tug it up and over his head. The movement exposes the warm skin beneath, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. You can feel the heat radiating from him, the thrum of his heartbeat underneath your palm. It’s intoxicating.

“Go on,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire. “Touch me.”

You do. Your fingertips trace the ridges of his collarbone, the muscles of his shoulders, the faint dusting of hair that trails down his sternum. Each touch sends a shiver through him, his breath hitching as your exploration grows bolder. When your hand skims lower, brushing against the waistband of his jeans, he groans, the sound raw and needy.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his voice breaking. “Don’t stop.”

His reaction emboldens you, fueling the fire that’s already burning between you. You let your fingers dip beneath the hem of his shirt, sliding along the taut planes of his abdomen. His skin is warm and smooth, the muscles beneath tense with anticipation. You can feel the way his body responds to your touch, the way he shifts closer, his breath fanning across your cheek.

“So good,” he rasps, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

His praise sends a thrill of pleasure through you, your confidence growing with each passing second. You slide your hand higher, brushing against the edge of his nipple, feeling it pebble beneath your touch. He gasps, arching into your hand as a low moan escapes his lips.

“Turn around,” he says suddenly, his voice commanding yet laced with urgency. “I want to touch you.”

You obey without hesitation, turning to face the bed and leaning forward slightly. The position puts you on display, your back arched and your ass lifted slightly. Yangyang’s breath hitches as he takes in the view, his gaze darkening with hunger.

“Jesus,” he mutters, his hands coming to rest on your hips. “You’re perfect.”

He strokes your sides, his fingers trailing up to your ribcage before dipping lower, pushing the material of your dress aside to expose the lace of your panties. The sight of them makes his grip tighten, his fingers pressing into your skin as he pulls them down slowly, revealing the curve of your ass and the delicate skin beneath.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he breathes, his voice rough with need. “I want to taste you.”

Before you can respond, he drops to his knees behind you, his hands cupping your ass as he presses a series of light kisses along the crease of your thigh. The sensation is electrifying, sending shivers of anticipation rippling through you. You can feel the heat of his breath against your skin, the promise of what’s to come making your core throb with need.

When his tongue finally makes contact, you cry out, your hands clutching the sheets as waves of pleasure crash over you. He licks a slow, deliberate path up your folds, his tongue darting inside you with relentless precision. The sensation is overwhelming, your body trembling as he works you with expert skill.

“Yangyang,” you gasp, your voice breaking as he grazes his teeth along your clit. “Please—”

He doesn’t let you finish. Instead, he bites down gently, the sharp sting followed by a rush of warmth that sends you spiraling. Your thighs tremble, your body tightening as he continues to stroke and tease, his tongue flicking faster and harder until you can’t take it anymore.

“I’m close,” you manage to whisper, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nods, his hands gripping your hips as he redoubles his efforts. The sudden surge of pressure builds rapidly, your body tensing as you teeter on the edge. And then, with one final thrust of his tongue, you shatter, your orgasm crashing over you in waves of pure bliss.

Your legs give out, but Yangyang catches you, guiding you gently to the bed. You collapse onto your back, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. He climbs onto the bed, hovering over you with a predatory smile.

“That was incredible,” he murmurs, his voice filled with admiration. “But we’re not done yet.”

He leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as he positions himself between your legs. You can feel the thick ridge of his cock pressing against your entrance, the heat of him making you ache with need.

“Are you ready?” he asks, his voice low and strained.

You nod, unable to form words as your desire consumes you. With one swift movement, he pushes inside you, filling you completely. The sensation is intense, your bodies perfectly aligned as he begins to move.

Yangyang’s breath hitches as he slides into you, the heat of his body pressing against yours. You feel every inch of him, thick and demanding, filling you completely. His hips move with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His lips find yours again, kissing you deeply as he sets a steady pace, drawing out the moment.

“You feel so good,” he whispers against your lips, his voice low and trembling. “So tight… so perfect.”

His hands grip your hips, holding you firmly as he continues to thrust into you. You can feel the way he’s holding back, wanting to savor this moment, but the strain in his voice tells you just how much he wants to let go. Your own desire is building, spiraling higher with every movement of his hips. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him on, desperate for more.

Just as the tension between you reaches its peak, a loud POP echoes through the apartment, followed by the sudden absence of light. The room plunges into darkness, the only sound now the heavy breathing of the two of you.

“What… what was that?” you ask, your voice shaky and breathless.

“Power outage,” Yangyang replies, his tone amused but still strained. “Looks like we’ve got the place to ourselves for a while.”

The darkness seems to heighten everything. Without the distraction of sight, your other senses become sharper. You can feel the warmth of Yangyang’s body pressed against yours, the weight of him grounding you. His breath tickles your neck as he kisses your collarbone, his movements growing more insistent as the adrenaline of the unexpected outage pushes him closer to the edge.

“Let’s not waste it,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with desire. He shifts slightly, adjusting his angle, and you gasp as a new wave of sensation hits you. His thrusts become deeper, harder, each one bringing you closer to the edge.

“Yangyang…” you moan, clutching at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin.

“Tell me what you want,” he demands, his voice rough with need. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

“I want you… I need you,” you whisper, your voice breaking. “Don’t stop.”

He growls in response, his hips snapping forward with renewed urgency. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the silence, mingling with your ragged breaths. You feel yourself teetering on the brink, the pressure building inside you with every thrust. Yangyang’s hand moves between your thighs, his fingers finding your clit and stroking it with expert precision.

“Almost there,” he promises, his voice a harsh whisper. “Come for me. Let go.”

The darkness feels like a cocoon, wrapping around you both as you fall apart. Your body shudders, your muscles tightening around him as you reach your climax. Yangyang follows soon after, his movements becoming erratic as he buries himself deep inside you, letting out a deep groan as he spills inside you.

For a moment, all you can do is cling to each other, the weight of your bodies the only anchor you have in the dark. Yangyang rests his forehead against yours, his breathing slowly returning to normal.

“That was…” he starts, but trails off, his voice soft and vulnerable.

“Perfect,” you finish for him, your voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckles softly, kissing your forehead before pulling out of you and lying down beside you. You roll onto your side, facing him in the dark, your fingers tracing the contours of his face.

“What now?” you ask, your voice curious.

“Now…” he pauses, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Now we wait. See how long this lasts.”

The thought sends a shiver of excitement down your spine. There’s something thrilling about the uncertainty, about being forced to slow down and enjoy the moment. You nestle closer to Yangyang, feeling his arm wrap around your waist as you rest your head on his chest.

“I could get used to this,” you murmur, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

Yangyang’s chest rises and falls with a soft chuckle, his voice warm against your ear. “I could too,” he admits, his tone laced with contentment. “There’s something about the dark that makes everything feel… simpler. No distractions, just us.”

You smile into the darkness, feeling the weight of his words settle between you. His fingers trace lazy circles on your back, the gentle rhythm soothing yet electrifying all at once. The power outage has stripped away the usual comforts of light and sound, leaving only the raw connection between you two. It’s intimate in a way you hadn’t anticipated, but now that it’s here, you realize how much you crave it.

“Do you think we’ll be stuck like this for long?” you ask, your voice soft as you nuzzle closer to him.

“Who knows?” he replies, his lips brushing against your temple. “Maybe it’s a sign. A chance to slow down, to really feel each other without anything else getting in the way.”

His words send a flutter through your chest. You can hear the sincerity in his voice, the way he’s embracing the moment rather than letting it frustrate him. It’s one of the things you love most about him—his ability to find beauty in the unexpected.

“You’re right,” you murmur, tilting your head to press a kiss to his collarbone. “This is kind of nice. Just… being together like this.”

Yangyang hums in agreement, his arm tightening around you. “Yeah,” he says after a pause, his voice low and thoughtful. “It’s perfect.”

The silence stretches between you, broken only by the occasional rustle of sheets or the soft whisper of his breath. You trace the lines of his chest with your fingertips, marveling at how familiar yet endlessly fascinating his body feels. Each curve and plane feels like home, like something you never knew you needed until now.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks suddenly, his voice curious.

“I was thinking about how glad I am that you were there to bail me out of that bad date,” you admit, your voice soft but laced with gratitude. “If it wasn’t for you… I don’t even want to imagine how that night would’ve ended.”

Yangyang chuckles, the sound warm and comforting against your ear. “Well, I couldn’t let you suffer through that alone, could I?” he teases, his fingers brushing lightly over your shoulder. “Besides, I think we both know how much better this turned out.”

You smile, feeling a blush creep into your cheeks despite the darkness. “Yeah,” you agree, tilting your head to press a kiss to his chest. “This was definitely better. So much better.”

He hums in agreement, his hand moving to cup the back of your head gently. “I’m just glad I could be there for you,” he says, his tone sincere. “You deserve someone who makes you feel as amazing as you make me feel.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you tighten your hold on him, nuzzling closer. “You do,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “You really do.”

The silence between you is comfortable, filled with unspoken words and lingering touches. You trace the lines of his chest again, your fingers pausing over the faint scar near his ribs. It’s a mark you’ve grown familiar with, one that tells a story of its own.

“Do you ever think about how different things might’ve been?” you ask suddenly, your voice tinged with curiosity. “If you hadn’t shown up when you did.”

Yangyang pauses, his hand stilling on your back. “Honestly?” he says after a moment, his voice thoughtful. “I try not to think about it. Because the way things are now… this… it’s exactly where I want to be. With you.”

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his words. “Me too,” you murmur, pressing another kiss to his skin. “Me too.”

The power outage may have thrown you into darkness, but in that moment, you realize it’s brought you closer to something infinitely brighter. The moonlight and the stars seem to be flittering brighter above you and you decide, maybe, for tonight you won't wait for the lights to come back on.

Because this is perfect as it is.

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lovetaroandtaemin · 7 days ago

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Watchful Eye

Lee Seokmin x Reader

Word Count: 7,555 Genre: Angst, Smut, some fluff, mafia AU Rating: Explicit. MINORS DNI!

Summary: You and Seokmin were high school sweethearts, but when your distrust of Seokmin's new friends led to an argument about trust and control, the relationship ended. Years later, you and Seokmin have your own lives, but you have no idea that his centers around crime. What will happen when Seokmin happens to see you out on a date with a man that isn't him?

Content warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. DK is nuts and Reader is an idiot, toxic relationships, violence (off page murder), major character death (not DK or the reader), descriptions of grief, mentioned crime but no details, stalking, police incompetence, copious alcohol consumption, smut (unprotected sex, dirty talk, a little bit of biting, creampie). If you think I missed a warning, please let me know!

A/N: This fic is one of two of my submissions for the "War of Love" collab! Participating in this event has been such a fun challenge for me, since this is my first time writing a mafia fic! If y'all like this one, make sure to check out the collab masterlist, linked here. Keep an eye out for my other submission for this collab, too!

Taglist: @xomakara, @notyourjaem, @heechwe, @shadowkoo, @be-my-sunrise

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From the moment that Seokmin met you in high school, he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. His family and friends always told him that he was crazy for falling for you as quickly as he did, usually when he told them that he wanted to marry you once the two of you graduated, but he didn’t care about what other people thought. All he cared about was you. You made him feel special like no one else, and time spent with you made him happier than time spent with any other person.

It took significantly longer for you to fall for Seokmin, but eventually, you were just as in love with him as he was with you. His eyes sparkled like stars when he was excited, and you loved being the reason for that excitement. Sure, your friends tried to tell you that falling for someone as intensely as you did for Seokmin never ended well, but you didn’t listen.

Seokmin never let a day go by without telling you just how loved you were when the two of you were in high school, and he made damn sure to show it too. Every weekend, the two of you went to your favorite local pizzeria and stayed as late as you could without getting in trouble, and he always had some sort of small gift for you. Usually, it was some kind of stuffed animal or a book you’d been wanting, and you appreciated every single one.

When the two of you got to college, however, your lives started to take a very different turn. It started during your third year, when Seokmin introduced you to some new friends that he’d met in one of his classes. Jungkook and Jimin initially seemed like nice guys, with smiles that could put anyone at ease and personalities that seemed to just draw people in. After a party that went wrong, however, you started to wonder if your boyfriend’s new friends were as kind and gentle as they seemed.

You and Seokmin were both invited to a party hosted by his best friend Yeonjun, and your boyfriend asked if Jungkook and Jimin could also attend. Yeonjun seemed hesitant, but in the end, he agreed. You considered asking him why he hesitated, but you didn’t get the chance.

The night of the party, you and Seokmin, along with his new friends, drove to Yeonjun’s apartment. The party was to celebrate the fact that Yeonjun had finally moved out of his parents’ house, and you couldn’t have been prouder of your friend. He’d worked hard to save money, and when he was ready, he and his roommate Soobin spent countless sleepless nights struggling to find something within their budget. You thought, just like your friends did, that a night of fun was well-deserved.

The first red flag of the night was when you noticed the way that Jimin talked to the other girls at the party. Every time you saw him, he was talking to someone new, and each time, he had an almost predatory look in his eyes. In most other cases, you wouldn’t have judged him, but the way he carried himself, moving from person to person like they were nothing but toys to him, was unnerving. You considered saying something to Seokmin so that he could either call out his friend or reassure you that he wasn’t doing what you thought he was. In the end, though, you decided to ignore it, reasoning that he was just getting to know new people.

As the evening went on, you found yourself feeling more and more uncomfortable around Jungkook and Jimin, but you still couldn’t quite place why. So, you decided to ask Seokmin about them after the party, hoping that it would calm the feeling of dread that built up in your gut. Your boyfriend immediately reassured you that everything was fine, that they’re good people that are just awkward around people they don’t know well. You didn’t want to start a fight, so you decided to accept his explanation instead of ignoring your intuition.

Your gut feeling was proven right when you caught Jungkook stealing. Or rather, attempting to steal. At some point during the party, you noticed him leaving the kitchen to go into the pantry when he thought no one else was looking. Not knowing why the hell he would need to be in the pantry of all places, you decided to follow him. When you got into the pantry, you saw him trying to break into Yeonjun and Soobin’s liquor cabinet. Not wanting to escalate the situation beyond what was necessary, you wordlessly left the room and found Yeonjun. When you finally got his attention, you leaned closer to him and whispered, “Just saw Jungkook trying to get into your liquor cabinet.”

“Fuck, thanks for letting me know.”

Yeonjun ran to the pantry, and the next thing you heard was a screaming match. After what felt like forever, but was probably only a few minutes, you saw Yeonjun dragging Jungkook back to the kitchen. With rage in his voice and fire in his eyes, Yeonjun let go of Jungkook and yelled, “Get out!”

Since you and Seokmin were Jungkook’s ride, you left the party along with Jimin to take him home. You started by dropping Jungkook off at his apartment, then Jimin. You dropped your boyfriend off last, however, not wanting to be alone with either of his new friends when it could be avoided, especially after the way they behaved at Yeonjun’s party.

As you pulled up in front of Seokmin’s apartment building, you asked, “Can we talk?”

“Of course, baby. What do you want to talk about?”

“I don’t trust Jungkook and Jimin.”

“But why? They’re so nice.”

“Did you not see how they acted at the party? Jungkook got caught trying to steal alcohol, for fuck’s sake.”

“He didn’t mean to do that.”

“Seokmin, I saw him breaking into the liquor cabinet.” Your boyfriend was quiet after that, and you thought that meant that you’d started to get through to him.

When the awkward silence in the car got to be too much, Seokmin said, “I have to go in now. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Once Seokmin was back in his apartment, you pulled out of the driveway and went home. You were hoping to relax, but your phone started to ring as soon as you got into your apartment. When you checked your phone, it was Seokmin, so you answered.

“Hi, baby,” you said. “What’s up?”

“I talked to Jungkook, and he said it was just a misunderstanding!” His tone was chipper as he spoke, and you almost felt bad about what you were going to say next. Almost.

“Honey. I love you, but I don’t think that trusting Jungkook in this scenario is a good idea. Honestly, I don’t know if even talking to him is a good idea anymore.”

Seokmin’s mood shifted seemingly in an instant, and he asked, “Are you saying I shouldn’t talk to my friends anymore?”

“No. I’m telling you that I don’t think they’re good people! I just don’t want to see you get hurt or end up in a bad situation because you trusted the wrong people.”

“Since when do you decide who the wrong people are?”

“Since your friends tried to steal from Yeonjun!”

“My friends?”

“Yes, Seokmin. Your friends. I have tried to be nice, but after their behavior tonight, I do not consider them friends. Honestly, I’m surprised that you still do.”

“Baby, it was just-”

“I swear to god, if you tell me again that it was a misunderstanding, I’m hanging up right now.”

“But it was! I already told you that I talked to Jungkook about it. He just wanted to-”

You didn’t let Seokmin finish his sentence before you hung up and went to bed.

The next morning, you woke up to dozens of texts from Seokmin, each one trying to defend Jungkook’s actions the night before. Not wanting to read them all, you decided to try calling him again.

“Hi, honey,” he answered. “Did you get my texts?”

“I saw that you sent them, but I haven’t read them. Can you come over so that we can talk?”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll be there in about twenty minutes.”

“Thank you, baby. I’ll see you later.”

“See you later. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

With that, you hung up the phone and mentally prepared yourself for the conversation that you knew needed to happen. You hoped that it wouldn’t lead to the end of your relationship, but considering the lengths that Seokmin was willing to go to defend Jungkook, even at Yeonjun’s expense, you couldn’t say that it would be a surprise if you did break up. Still, you wanted to at least try to be optimistic.

The universe decided to reward your optimism by laughing in your face. Shortly after Seokmin arrived at your apartment, you said, “I don’t think that you should hang out with Jungkook and Jimin anymore.”

“Baby, we’ve been over this. They’re not as bad as they seem. I swear they have good intentions.”

“How do you know that they have good intentions?”

Seokmin hesitated for a minute before he said, “I just do, ok?”

“Why did you hesitate?”

With a sigh, he said, “Listen. I didn’t want to tell you this, but they’ve helped me out of a lot of bad spots lately.”

“What kind of bad spots?” you asked, though you were pretty sure you didn’t want to know the answer.

“I can’t say. All I can say is that I trust them.”

“I don’t.”

“I understand that, but I need you to trust me here.”

With a sigh, you said, “I don’t know if I do.”

“Why?”

“The fact that you’re so willing to vouch for people that stole from someone that you used to call your best friend is concerning, Seokmin.”

“You just don’t know them the way that I do.”

With a sigh, you said, “This conversation is just going around in circles. I’m done, Seokmin. I’m not gonna stay in a relationship with someone I can’t trust.”

Seokmin’s expression shifted in an instant, and he started to cry as he said, “Please, baby. We can work this out. What do I have to do to get you to trust me?”

“You can start by telling me what kind of ‘bad spots’ they got you out of, and why you couldn’t come to me to get you out of them.”

Seokmin let out a defeated sigh before he said, “I can’t.”

The room was silent for what felt like an eternity before you said, “I don’t think we’re right for each other anymore, Seokmin.”

You expected Seokmin to cry and beg you to stay with him, but he didn’t. Instead, he sighed and agreed without a fight. Seeing the way that he seemed to just deflate after you broke up with him hurt you, but deep down, you knew that your relationship had run its course. Between the sudden shifts in mood that constantly had you walking on eggshells, the secrets that you now knew he’d been keeping, and his fixation on making Jungkook and Jimin seem more trustworthy than they were, you’d had enough.

Hearing you say that you didn’t think that he was right for you anymore broke Seokmin. He desperately wanted to fix things with you, but he didn’t even know where to start. There was no way that he could tell you all of the ways that Jungkook and Jimin had helped him, so there was no way for him to rebuild the trust that he’d broken. He wanted to talk to you about why his emotions had been so all over the place, but he couldn’t, because it would mean explaining how he actually knew his new friends.

After you broke up with him, Seokmin spent basically all of his free time with Jungkook and Jimin. When they weren’t at Seokmin’s apartment playing video games and eating far too much takeout, they were at work, smuggling drugs and weapons in and out of the country for the Bangtan Syndicate. It was a difficult, dangerous job, but Seokmin loved it. He enjoyed the feeling of belonging that being part of a group gave him, and he loved how powerful he felt when he saw the fear in the eyes of someone that crossed the organization.

As the years went by, Seokmin became a respected member of the organization, even surpassing Jungkook and Jimin in terms of authority eventually. And, just like many others had before him, he definitely took advantage of the power that his position within the Bangtan Syndicate granted him. Whether he was charming his rivals’ wives into sharing important information or giving orders that he never had to doubt would be followed, he felt like he was on top of the world. The only thing missing from his life, really, was you.

To say that you were devastated by the end of your relationship with Seokmin was an understatement. He’d been your rock since the two of you were in high school, and letting go of that was no easy task. In the end, though, you knew that you had to. After all, there was no relationship without trust, and that was destroyed the moment he refused to tell you just why Jungkook and Jimin were so important to him.

It took a long time for you to heal after breaking up with Seokmin, but after a while, you did manage to put yourself back out there. You struggled to find someone that you really connected with at first, but the connection you were looking for showed up when you least expected it in the form of Yeonjun.

It all started when you were out at the club with a few of your friends, and you bumped into your former friend, literally. You were about to leave the dance floor, and when you turned around, you smacked right into him. You almost didn’t recognize him at first, but then he looked right at you and asked, “Wait, are you (Y/N)?”

You were concerned at first as to how a stranger at the club knew your name, but after looking at him again, you said, “Oh, shit! Yeonjun?”

“That’s me. It’s been a long time. How have you been?”

“Better than I was a few months ago. Just enjoying the single life now.”

“Wait, you’re not with Seokmin anymore?”

“No, we broke up a few days after your housewarming party.”

“Oh shit. Is it because of what happened with that ‘friend’ that he brought?”

“Yes and no. It’s a long story; I really don’t want to think about it.”

“Hey, I get it. Do you wanna dance?”

You thought for a minute before you answered, “That sounds great.”

You promptly turned back around to go back to the dance floor, with Yeonjun following you. It took some time for the two of you to find a groove, so to speak, but when you finally got comfortable with each other, the chemistry between you was undeniable.

Admittedly, you’d always thought that Yeonjun was attractive, even when you were dating Seokmin. Now that you were on the dance floor with him, talking and laughing like absolutely no time had passed, those thoughts came back with full force. This time, however, there was actually a chance that there could be something

At some point while you were dancing, Yeonjun leaned closer to you and whispered, “Do you wanna get out of here?” You shook your head, enjoying the moment, and he accepted your answer.

When you and Yeonjun were done dancing, the two of you exchanged numbers, and you left the club with your friends. As you drove home, however, all you wanted to do was text him. So, once you were back at your apartment, that was exactly what you did.

Y/N: Hi! I had a lot of fun tonight. I hope we can hang out again soon.

Yeonjun: Me too! It was nice to see you again.

The two of you texted for a while after that, catching up on what had happened since the last time you saw each other. After a while, though, you found yourself struggling to stay awake, so you texted him good night and drifted off to sleep.

After that night at the club, you and Yeonjun were practically inseparable. You went out on dates at least once a week, and when you weren’t out at the club or getting dinner, you were either at your apartment or his. As your relationship with him progressed, you found yourself feeling safe and loved for the first time in far too long.

Eventually, your one-year anniversary with Yeonjun arrived, and the two of you decided to celebrate by going out to your favorite restaurant for some dinner and drinks. When you got to the restaurant, you and Yeonjun each ordered your favorite foods, and while you waited, you talked about your relationship. As the two of you shared your favorite memories and made plans for the future, you couldn’t help but think that you wanted to spend every day of your life with him, and you found yourself hoping that he was as in love with you as you were with him.

It was a random Saturday night after the day’s tasks were done when Jungkook and Jimin asked Seokmin to go out to get some food with them to celebrate the end of a busy week. Initially, Seokmin wanted to say no, since he hated going out, but when Jimin agreed to pay, he figured that going out couldn’t be that bad.

When Seokmin arrived at the restaurant, the last person that he expected to see was you, especially when he saw Yeonjun sitting across from you. Truthfully, the fact that you seemed to be on a date with his former friend was painful, but Seokmin tried desperately to put on a happy face so that his friends couldn’t tell that something was wrong.

The moment you noticed Seokmin of all people sitting at a nearby table, watching you and Yeonjun, you turned back to your boyfriend and practically begged him to take you home. Yeonjun immediately paid for your meal and walked with you to the exit, concerned by your sudden shift in mood. When Yeonjun noticed your ex walking toward the two of you, however, he understood why you wanted to leave so quickly.

Just before you got to the restaurant’s exit, Seokmin, along with Jungkook and Jimin, moved so that they were standing in front of you. With a creepy smile on his face, Seokmin said, “Hi, (Y/N). Long time, no see. How have you been?”

You really didn’t want to talk to Seokmin, but you couldn’t exactly avoid him either. So, you decided to just get the conversation over with so that you could leave sooner. You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could, Yeonjun moved in front of you and said, “Please let us through.”

“He wasn’t talking to you,” Jungkook said.

“I don’t care,” Yeonjun retorted, getting angrier by the second. “We were just leaving. Let us through.”

Jimin started to move out of the way, but before he could, Seokmin grabbed his arm and said, “Not until I talk to (Y/N).”

With a sigh, you tried to move in front of Yeonjun to talk to Seokmin, but he wasn’t having it. When your ex and his friends realized that Yeonjun wasn’t going to back down, they gave up on trying to talk to you shockingly quickly. Grateful for the lack of further trouble, you and Yeonjun quickly left the restaurant, with your lover breaking several traffic laws to get to your apartment.

When you were finally home, you dragged Yeonjun inside and pulled him into a bone crushing hug, grateful that he’d gotten Seokmin to leave you alone. Sure, you didn’t think that your ex-boyfriend would ever hurt you, but that didn’t mean that the fact that he’d tried to keep you from leaving wasn’t terrifying.

Yeonjun held you like you would disappear if he let go, still worried about you and angry that Seokmin had the audacity to try to stop you from leaving the club. As you relaxed in his hold, however, he found himself relaxing as well, and all he could think about was how happy he was that he got to be there for you on a rough night.

Once you were both calmed down, you let go of Yeonjun and asked, “Will you stay here tonight?”

“Of course, baby. If you hadn’t asked, I would have offered,” he answered with a soft laugh.

You smiled and took Yeonjun’s hand, leading him to your bedroom. Once you were there, the two of you got ready for bed before lying down together, with Yeonjun holding you so tight you could hardly breathe. You definitely weren’t complaining, though. Being able to relax in your boyfriend’s arms at the end of the day was exactly what you needed at the end of a chaotic week.

Seokmin left the restaurant with his friends shortly after you and Yeonjun did, fuming that you were out on a date with someone that wasn’t him. Jungkook and Jimin tried to calm their friend and boss, but Seokmin wasn’t having it. “Find out what you can about where Yeonjun is living now,” he barked, his voice dripping with venom as he spoke. “I think we need to talk to him.”

“Talk to him about what?” Jimin asked.

“You’ll see.”

The next morning, you woke up to Yeonjun staring at you. Once he realized you were awake, he gave you a dopey grin and said, “Good morning, gorgeous. How’d you sleep?”

“Better than I would have without you. Thank you for sticking up for me last night.”

“You don’t need to thank me, love. That’s what good boyfriends do.”

“I still appreciate it.”

“And I appreciate you, so we’re even.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

After a few minutes of silence as you held each other close, the two of you got out of bed and got ready to go about your days. Once you were both ready to go, Yeonjun kissed your forehead, and the two of you walked out of your apartment together.

After you got home from work, you texted Yeonjun to ask him about his day, but he didn’t answer. You knew that he’d had a difficult day after work, but he’d never ignored you like this before. You would have been lying to yourself if you’d said that you weren’t hurt by the fact that he wasn’t talking to you. As the next day came and went, though, and you realized that still hadn’t heard from him, your disappointment that he was ignoring you turned to worry as you wondered if something had happened to him.

For a week after the last time Yeonjun left your apartment, you didn’t hear from him at all. You texted and called him constantly, but you didn’t get an answer. That was when you really started to worry. Was he upset with you about something? Had something bad happened to him? You had no idea, so you decided to go to his apartment. Just before you were ready to leave, however, your phone rang.

When you answered it, Yeonjun’s mother asked, “(Y/N), honey, are you there?”

“Yes, I’m here, Mrs. Choi. Is Yeonjun ok?”

There was a short silence before she whispered, “He’s gone. The police think he was murdered.”

And just like that, you couldn’t stand up anymore. Without even realizing it, you fell to the floor, sobbing as you struggled to process the fact that you would never see the man you loved again.

What happened next was a blur of conversations that you didn’t remember with investigators, Yeonjun’s family, and your friends as everyone around you struggled to process what had happened. You felt like you were in a daze as you answered the same questions over and over again, reciting your answers almost robotically as you tried not to break down in front of everyone. Anyone that didn’t know you and saw how you reacted to your boyfriend’s death would have thought that you didn’t care. But truthfully, you were devastated, struggling to process the greatest loss you’d ever experienced.

After Yeonjun’s death, you became a shell of the woman you used to be. You hardly talked to your friends, your family only saw you if they showed up at your apartment, and you didn’t do anything unless you absolutely had to in order to continue being a functional human. There were days that you no longer wanted to be a functional human, greatly preferring to rot in your bed for eternity, but you knew that Yeonjun would want you to keep going. So, that’s exactly what you did.

Eventually, you decided that you were ready to start spending time with your friends again. You started small by visiting them at their apartments or having them come to yours, but after a while, you decided to try small outings, like to the diner by your apartment or the cozy café that Yuna loved to drag you to.

As time went on, the small bar in your hometown became one of your favorite places to go. The atmosphere was surprisingly comforting, considering the typical clientele, and you never left in a bad mood. Well, almost never.

One night, you were out at the bar, and you swore that you saw Jungkook and Jimin out of the corner of your eye. When it happened, you didn’t think anything of it, but after you left, you couldn’t help but worry about whether they’d seen you. After all, you really didn’t want Seokmin around you again. In the end, though, you convinced yourself that it was a sick joke that your mind decided to play on you, though that was based more on protecting your sanity than it was on any certainty.

A few days after your last outing at the bar, your phone buzzed. When you looked at your phone, you assumed it was a family member or friend. Instead, it was a number that you didn’t recognize. When you finally saw the message, your heart started to race, and you felt like you were gonna be sick.

???: Hello, (Y/N). How are you today? Y/N: Who is this? ???: You’ll find that out soon, my dear. Y/N: Don’t fucking call me that. ???: Oh, but why not? Y/N: Because I don’t fucking know you! ???: Yes, you do.

You really wanted to know who the fuck was texting you, but you also really didn’t want to talk to whoever was on the other end of your conversation anymore. So, you decided to just block them and hope that whoever it was would leave you alone eventually.

They did not, in fact, leave you alone. Every day, it seemed like whoever was on the other side of the messages texted you from a different number, asking you how your day was. The texts went beyond what would be considered normal questions, though. Every message included details about your life that no one could have possibly known, like the color of the underwear that you’d put on when you got dressed after a shower or the amount of time that you spent deciding what restaurant to get dinner from on a night that you were too tired to cook. Every single text scared you more than the last, but the only thing you could think to do was continue blocking the numbers and hope that whoever was on the other end got bored eventually.

Seokmin couldn’t believe that he’d stooped as low as he did, texting you from burner phones while you acted like you didn’t want to talk to him, but there he was. Apparently, Jungkook and Jimin were better at collecting information about you than he thought. It was kind of strange, though. He was certain that his attention to detail would make you realize just how much he cared, but the fear evident in every message you sent back told a different story.

Anyone that saw the way that your relationship ended would have called him crazy for still trying. After everything the two of you had been through together, though he just couldn’t let you go. He loved you too much for that.

It didn’t take long at all after the strange texts began for you to go right back to the fearful, depressed person that you were right after Yeonjun died. You hardly left your house, you pretty much stopped talking to your friends, and you even shut your family out. No one saw you or heard from you for days or even weeks at a time, and you really only talked to them so that they knew that you hadn’t met the same fate as Yeonjun.

When Seokmin saw the way you reacted to his texts, from a distance, of course, he decided to let up a little bit. After all, he just wanted to show you that he cared about you, not scare you into never leaving your house. So, he figured that he should leave you alone, at least for the time being.

After a few weeks, the texts seemed to stop, and you slowly started to come out of your shell again. It took far longer than you would have liked, but after a while, you felt safe going out with your friends and family, and you even found yourself having fun when you did.

Every so often, you would swear that you saw Jungkook or Jimin while you were out, but in the end, you figured that it was probably your mind playing tricks on you. After all, you hadn’t seen them since before Yeonjun died, and you moved to a completely different city after his passing. How would they even know where you lived?

Your newfound peace was short lived. Before you knew it, the texts started again, each time with new details about your day that you knew you hadn’t shared with anyone, like the things that whoever was on the other end of the messages said after you got home from Yuna’s apartment.

???: Did you have a good time with Yuna today? Y/N: If this is some kind of joke, it isn’t fucking funny. ???: It’s not a joke at all, (Y/N). I just want to know how your day went. Is that so wrong? Y/N: It is when I didn’t tell anyone that I was hanging out with Yuna today. Who the fuck are you?

There were no more messages for the rest of the night, but you still found yourself unable to truly rest. So, you decided that enough was enough, and you were going to go to the police in the morning.

The next morning, you went to the police station immediately after you woke up, but the visit didn’t go the way you’d hoped. The officer that listened to your story told you that there was nothing they could do, considering there were no threats or leaks of personal information. You tried to argue, but in the end, they wrote it off as a “domestic dispute” and sent you on your way.

Feeling utterly defeated, you decided to go home and drink until you weren’t afraid anymore. You didn’t know how long that would take, but you desperately needed some peace in your life.

It took three beers, five glasses of wine, and more shots than you could count for you to reach your goal of not being afraid anymore. Of course, you only met that goal because you were dead asleep almost immediately, but hey, a win was still a win.

The next day, Yuna called you to ask you how you were. With a sigh, you answered, “Really fucking shitty.”

“What’s going on?”

“Do you remember those weird texts I used to get?”

“Yeah, why?”

“They started again.”

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. Have you gone to the cops?”

“I tried that yesterday. They told me it was a domestic dispute. There’s nothing that can be done.”

Yuna sighed and asked, “Why don’t you stay with me for a while?”

You thought about her question for a while before you asked, “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to bother you.”

“It’s not a bother at all. You should know that by now, (Y/N).”

With a sigh, you asked, “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“You know I don’t.”

You knew that you couldn’t win when Yuna made up her mind, so you said, “Ok. Thank you so much.”

“It’s no problem. That’s what friends do.”

With one more expression of gratitude, you hung up the phone and started to pack. It took longer than you anticipated, but a few hours later, all of your things were packed. So, you called Yuna again to coordinate a day and time to move your things out of your apartment. Once a day and time was set, you turned your phone off for the night, hoping to find at least a little bit of peace until you could move.

When the agreed upon day and time came, Yuna showed up at your apartment with her entire family to help you move. Shortly after Yuna and her family arrived, your parents and siblings did, too. As you thought about the number of people you had around you that were willing to protect you and take care of you warmed your heart, you felt ever so slightly better about the reason that you were moving in the first place. You were still scared out of your mind, but you also had a little bit of hope that you would be ok.

Once you were settled into Yuna’s apartment, you changed your number, and the strange texts finally stopped. It took much longer than it did the first time, but after a while, you finally started to feel safe again. Of course, your best friend was mostly to thank for that. She stayed up to talk to you every time you couldn’t sleep, drove you to work when you were too scared to leave your house, and generally always made sure that you were safe and happy. Every day, you thanked whatever god could hear you that you’d found a friend like her, and you only hoped that one day you could repay her kindness.

After you started to feel a little bit safer in your new home, you found yourself going out much more. It started slowly, with occasional visits to your favorite places in your city, but after a while, you were rarely home. You still mostly went out with friends or family, though, since you never had much fun when you went out by yourself.

It was a Friday night when you went out with Yuna and your other friends, Sojeong and Yerin, to celebrate Yuna’s birthday. Originally, the four of you were planning to go to your friend group’s favorite bar, but after a bit more discussion, you all decided to visit a newly opened club in your city after getting dinner at Yuna’s favorite restaurant. You were a little bit nervous about the new club, but your excitement over trying something new far outweighed any anxiety.

Your time at the restaurant was uneventful, honestly. All four of you got the same food that you always did, shared stories of your favorite memories of Yuna while you ate, and enjoyed each other’s company. It was just like every other time that you went out with your friends, but you loved that.

When you got to the club, things got much more interesting. Yuna chose to relax on her birthday, sitting by the bar instead of dancing like she usually did. Sojeong and Yerin immediately headed for the bathroom to do what they always did when your friend group went out together. After a brief moment to consider what you wanted to do with your time, you made your way to the dance floor.

The last person that you expected to run into was Seokmin, but the universe had a funny way of bringing the people that you hated back into your life. When you saw him, you immediately wanted to find your friends and leave, but before you could, he approached you and asked, “Hi, how have you been?” He seemed oddly nervous as he spoke, with shaky hands and an inability to look you in the eye.

“I’m good,” you answered, hesitant but curious. “How are you doing?”

“Fine, I guess. Just trying to have some fun, you know?”

“Where are your friends?” you asked, just as nervous as he looked.

“They’re not my friends anymore.”

“What?”

“You were right. They’re bad news.” Seokmin looked almost sad as he spoke, and you couldn’t help but feel just a little bit bad for him.

Of course, Seokmin was still friends with Jungkook and Jimin, but he would say whatever you wanted to hear if it meant that he got to talk to you, even if it was just for a few minutes.

Neither of you spoke for what felt like an eternity before you asked, “Do you wanna dance?”

Seokmin seemed to perk up immediately as he said, “That sounds nice.”

It took some time for you and Seokmin to find a groove, but once you did, you felt happier than you had in months. Sure, you knew that he’d gotten involved with some shady shit, but you blamed that on his former friends, not him. You really wanted to say, “I told you so,” when Seokmin told you that Jimin and Jungkook were bad news, but you didn’t want to ruin your night. So, you just enjoyed the time that you spent dancing with your ex. At least, you did until a concerning thought entered your mind.

What if it had been Jimin and Jungkook behind the creepy texts that you’d gotten? It would certainly explain the times that you thought you saw one of them when you went out.

You quickly shook the thought out of your head and focused on the man in front of you, losing yourself in the music that blared through the club as you enjoyed your night and tried not to think about the worst period of your life.

Many songs and many more drinks later, you found yourself thinking about Seokmin differently. Sure, you knew that it was probably a bad idea to hook up with your ex, especially considering the reasons that you broke up, but in the moment, you didn’t really care. All you wanted was to get fucked properly, something you hadn’t experienced in far too long.

In between songs, you looked up at Seokmin and asked, “Do you wanna get out of here?”

“That depends on where you wanna go, sweetheart.”

“Your place?”

Seokmin could hardly believe it. You actually wanted him. Hoping he didn’t look or sound too excited, he answered, “Sure. I’ll call us an Uber.”

The wait for the Uber to arrive and take you back to Seokmin’s apartment was torture, especially considering the way his hand gripped your thigh for the entire ride. Once you actually got there, though, the wait was worth it. The moment you were through his front door, you were pinned to a wall, and his lips were attached to your neck. Every kiss and bite turned you on more than the last, and you could hardly contain yourself, especially when you felt his hand make its way right where you wanted him the most and start teasing you through your panties.

You knew that it was a bad idea to go home with somebody you only talked to for an hour or so, especially when that person was your ex that you hadn’t seen in ages, but you didn’t care in the slightest. The way Seokmin touched you felt too good for you to think about anything else. He’d always had that effect on you, if you were completely honest with yourself. You knew that you’d probably hate yourself when he was done with you, but that was a problem to deal with later. For now, a soft moan slipped out of your mouth, and you said, “More, please.”

“What do you want, sweetheart?” he asked, moving away from your neck.

“Anything, please,” you begged, desperate for more of his touch.

“If anything is ok, why don’t you be a good girl and take what I give you?”

You whined again but didn’t say anything more.

“That’s what I thought,” he said.

Seokmin continued to touch you through your clothes, and you started to buck your hips up in an attempt to get a bit more stimulation. He considered holding you in place so that you couldn’t move, but in the end he decided against it. You were just so cute when you were that desperate, especially when it was all for him.

Seokmin was distracted from his thoughts when you whined and said, “Please just fuck me already.”

“Hm, are you sure, baby?”

“I’m sure. Just, please,” you whined.

He pretended to think for a minute before he said, “Ok. Take that pretty dress off for me.”

“Shouldn’t we go to your room first?”

“Do you want to do this or not?” he asked. You promptly stopped talking, and he added, “That’s what I thought.”

After that, Seokmin let go of you so that you could undress yourself, and you watched as he did the same. Once you were both bare, he pinned you to the wall again and aligned his tip with your entrance. He was careful when he pushed into you, but that gentleness didn’t last. As soon as he was sure that you were ok, he pounded into you relentlessly, too lost in the way you felt to worry about how rough he was with you.

“Feels so good, baby. Love the way you feel wrapped around me like this,” he groaned.

You were already too far gone to respond with words, instead whining and kissing Seokmin with every bit of passion you could muster. Every movement of his hips brought you closer to your release, and you loved the way he felt inside you.

It was only a matter of time before you felt your high building, and based on the lack of a steady pace as Seokmin fucked into you, you had a strong feeling that he was getting close too. So, with a loud moan, you whined, “’m close, Minnie.”

“Fuck, me too. Cum for me, baby.”

That was all you needed to hear to come undone around Seokmin’s cock, screaming his name as he continued to fuck you through your release. After a few more thrusts, he stilled inside of you, groaning your name as he filled you. You probably should have been concerned that he came inside of you, but you were still too lost in your post-orgasm haze to care.

While you caught your breath, Seokmin held you upright and whispered sweet nothings into your ear, and you finally let yourself relax as he held you close. At least, you did until his phone rang from the pocket of his discarded pants. He carefully let go of you long enough to silence his phone, and you asked, “Who was that?”

“No one,” he replied, though the abruptness of his answer was suspicious.

“Seokmin, who was it?”

“Just a friend.” You glared at him, and with a sigh, he added, “It was Jungkook.”

“I thought you said that you weren’t friends with him and Jimin anymore.” Seokmin was silent in response to your statement, and you realized that it was all a lie.

“I’m sorry, I just-”

“No. I don’t want an apology. I want the truth this time, Seokmin. The whole truth.”

That was when Seokmin finally confessed to everything. From sending you the texts from burner phones to hiring someone to kill Yeonjun after seeing the two of you out together, he told you that all of it was because he loved you and wanted you to be his again.

“You don’t do that shit out of love, Seokmin!” you yelled, hot tears streaming down your face as you desperately tried to find your clothes so that you could get out of his apartment.

“But I did! All of it was because I love you!”

“Well, I don’t love you!” you screamed, running as fast as your legs could carry you out of Seokmin’s apartment and as far away from it as possible. When you couldn’t keep going anymore, you found yourself alone in an unfamiliar part of your city. You decided to call an Uber to try and get home, but before you could, you opened your phone to a new message. You didn’t recognize the number, but you knew now who the message was from.

???: You may have gotten away this time, but next time, you won’t be so lucky. I’m watching you.

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Soul Like Me

Joshua Hong x Reader

Word Count: 6,037

Genre: Angst, some fluff, non idol AU

Rating: Some adult themes, MINORS DNI!

Summary: You and Joshua have been friends for most of your life, and you thought that you always would be. Turns out, your feelings for each other are stronger than you thought, but love isn't always enough to keep a relationship strong.

Content Warnings: Breakups, suggestive content (making out but nothing more), brief mentions of body image struggles, some allusions to previous traumatic experiences but nothing detailed, alcohol as a coping mechanism, other unhealthy coping mechanisms, mentioned sex but no smut, angst with no happy ending.

A/N: This is my second submission for the Angst Olympics collab! As always, if you enjoyed this fic, make sure to check out the other fics in the collab masterlist, linked here! There are so many incredible writers participating, so make sure to show them some love!

Taglist: @xomakara, @notyourjaem, @heechwe, @shadowkoo, @okiedokrie-main, @chugging-antiseptic-dye

Fic is under the cut.

Joshua Hong was one of your favorite people in your life for most of what you remembered of it. The two of you met at school when you were kids, and as the years went by, you only grew closer. You laughed together, cried together, and lived your lives together. All of your fondest childhood stories included him. No one made you laugh like he could, and he was the first person that you turned to when you needed someone to talk to, whether you were depressed because of a breakup or stressed out because you got into yet another argument with your mom. Joshua was your best friend, your rock. Every moment with him made you feel like you weren’t alone anymore, like you were finally understood. You loved him, even when you didn’t quite know what that meant yet.

You finally realized that you were in love with Joshua when the two of you were in college. After a particularly difficult breakup, he was the one that helped you pick up the pieces of your heart that were shattered by yet another careless man that you’d allowed into your life in the hopes of finding the love of a lifetime.

When the breakup happened, you’d been dating Chan for almost a year, and the entire time, you were certain that he was as in love with you as you were with him. However, you tended to be proven wrong in only the most heartbreaking ways every time you were even remotely sure of something. This time, your perception of Chan was shattered when the two of you got into a particularly heated argument and he let it slip that he’d only started dating you because of a bet with his best friend.

Chan’s admission hurt you deeply, to say the least. So, you threw him out of your apartment, screaming at him that you never wanted to see him again while holding back tears. Then, you picked up your phone and called Joshua, asking him to spend the night at your apartment with you. Your best friend was at your door in minutes, knocking loudly and yelling, “It’s Josh! Let me in!”

You hurried to open the door and responded, “It’s ten o’clock at night! Are you trying to get noise complaints?” Though, the smile on your face when you saw him was proof that you weren’t actually upset with him.

“Fuck noise complaints,” he said with a laugh while struggling to hold the ridiculous number of bags in his arms. “All I care about is cheering my best friend up.”

“Thanks for coming, Josh. Seriously, I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have you.”

“It’s no problem. You know I’ll always pick up when you call. All I ask in return is that you help me carry these bags. They’re heavy, and I don’t want to drop anything.”

You took the bags that he handed you and stepped aside so that he could enter your apartment, asking, “Holy shit, did you bring your entire house over?”

“No. I brought a lot of snacks, though. I also brought a few DVDs and a deck of playing cards, since I figured you’d probably want something to do to take your mind off of whatever happened. Now, what happened?”

“It was all a bet,” you said, fighting back tears as you started to remember your earlier argument with Chan.

“What do you mean?”

“We got into a fight about something stupid, and he told me that he only asked me out because of a bet. He never loved me, at least not as much as I loved him.”

The moment the words left your mouth, you started to sob, and Joshua pulled you into a tight hug. As you cried into his shoulder, he rubbed your back and whispered soft reassurances, and you relaxed just a little bit in his hold. As your breathing evened out, you couldn’t help but think that you wanted to be held by Joshua more often. Your best friend made you feel safe and cared for in a way that Chan never could have, even if your now ex had given enough of a shit about you to try.

Once you were feeling better, you spent the rest of the night watching the movies that Joshua brought with him. While you watched them, the two of you talked about everything except for the pain that had caused you to invite him over in the first place.

When the conversation started, you were just making snarky comments about the movie you were watching. As time went on, though, the conversation got a bit more serious, and you turned to Joshua and asked, “Why are you so nice to me?”

“Why wouldn’t I be, silly? I’ve known you since we were kids.”

“That doesn’t mean that you have to like me, though.”

“Oh, come on,” Joshua responded with a slightly frustrated sigh. “Don’t start with that, (Y/N). You’re amazing.”

You smiled slightly as you said, “Thanks, Josh,” knowing that you’d spend hours arguing if you didn’t relent right then.

As you thought about the way Joshua so casually complimented you, like it was second nature for him to care for you, an all-too-familiar rush of butterflies filled your stomach. Well, the giddy nervousness itself was familiar at least. Experiencing it as a reaction to your best friend hugging you while telling you how amazing he thought you were, however, was not. Sure, you’d always thought that Joshua was good-looking, anyone that had eyes did, but you’d never really thought of him in any way that wasn’t strictly platonic before.

Joshua was your best friend, for fuck’s sake. You couldn’t have feelings for him. What if he didn’t feel the same way? What if he got uncomfortable around you and your friendship ended? The thought alone terrified you, so you decided that you would keep your mouth shut and hope that the feelings went away.

In an attempt to focus on anything but the growing tension in the room, you turned to Joshua and asked, “Did you bring enough stuff with you to stay the night?”

“I always do.”

You softened when he spoke, responding, “I know I already said it, but thank you. Seriously. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’d probably still be upset,” he said with a laugh. “Seriously, though, I’ll always be here when you need somebody. What kind of best friend would I be if I wasn’t?”

Right, he was your friend. Nothing more. No matter how badly you now found yourself wanting more.

After brushing your teeth and changing into pajamas, you went to your room to go to sleep, while Joshua settled in your guest room. You tried your best to fall asleep, you really did, but instead, you just stared at your ceiling and thought about Joshua. It was funny, really. The harder you tried not to think about him, the more he consumed your thoughts. It was like the universe was determined to make you want him, regardless of whether he even wanted you in the same way.

Eventually, your exhaustion won over your anxious mind, and you did fall asleep. That didn’t mean that you escaped from your newfound feelings, though. Even as you slept, you were bombarded with thoughts about your best friend in a number of scenarios that friends weren’t supposed to picture each other in.

The next morning, you woke up to the smell of bacon and the sound of Joshua singing along with the music playing from his phone. You’d always loved his voice, so hearing it immediately after you woke up was a pleasant surprise. You slowly walked into your kitchen, hoping not to disturb him, but when he heard you coming, he stopped singing and turned the music off. With an exaggerated pout on your face, you asked, “Why’d you stop?”

“I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Josh, when have I ever indicated to you that hearing you sing bothers me?”

With a shy smile on his face, he replied, “You haven’t.”

“And you know me. I would tell you if something you did bothered me, right?”

“Right.”

“So, hearing you sing does not bother me.”

“Ok.”

With a grin on his face, Joshua restarted the music, and the two of you sang along together until breakfast was ready. As soon as the eggs and bacon were done cooking, you each fixed a plate and sat down at your kitchen table. Once you were comfortable, you said, “Seriously, thank you for being there for me last night. I don’t think I tell you enough just how much I appreciate your friendship.”

“You don’t have to thank me, (Y/N). We’ve been over this.”

“Yes I do. I was a wreck last night until you came over.”

“If you really wanna thank me, you can enjoy your food.”

You were quiet after that, knowing that you’d never win. You couldn’t really be upset, though, since you knew that he was speaking from a place of love. He always spoke to you from a place of love.

After the two of you finished breakfast, you said, “You know that the fact that you cooked means that I’m doing the dishes, right?”

“Absolutely not.”

“But that’s how we always do it when you spend the night. Whoever didn’t cook washes the dishes.”

“Unless I’m spending the night because you’re upset about something. That’s when I do both so that you get to relax.”

“That has never been the rule, and you know it.”

“Well, it is now.”

“But why?”

“Consider it a bribe. I do the breakfast dishes, and you tell me what you were so upset about last night.”

“I was upset about breaking up with Chan,” you said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“And I know that, but the way you were acting was different. It wasn’t just ‘I just had a bad breakup’ sad. I think there was something else going on.”

“But there wasn’t.”

“(Y/N). I know you, and you know as well as I do that’s bullshit. Come on, talk to me. Did I do something wrong?”

With a defeated sigh, you responded, “No, you didn’t.”

“Then what’s going on? You got all quiet last night out of nowhere, and you looked like you were thinking about something.”

Finally, you relented and said, “I’m just having some new feelings that I don’t know how to process. Can we talk about it another time?”

Joshua softened at your explanation and replied, “Yeah, of course. I’m still doing the dishes, though.” Then, he laughed and stood up from the kitchen table before you could get another word in. As he walked away, you realized that the butterflies in your stomach were back. Every moment with him was making you want him more, and you hated yourself for it. Yet another reason to not tell him, you supposed at the time.

It took a couple of months for you to give in and tell Joshua that you liked him, even though you’d promised yourself you wouldn’t from the moment you realized it. Ironically, you confessed your feelings on a night that was very similar to the night that you realized you had feelings for him in the first place. He was spending the night at your apartment, and while one of the worst movies you’d ever seen played on your television screen, you sat with him and talked about how ridiculous the movie was.

“I will never understand how you always manage to find such terrible movies,” you laughed.

“Hey! I don’t think this one is all that bad,” he retorted. “Besides, you were just talking about how fun it is to watch.”

“Yeah, because it’s fun to make fun of!” you defended. “The acting is mediocre at best, the sets look like they were made by a bunch of bored kindergarteners, and the plot makes no sense! What about that isn’t fun to laugh at?”

“I guess you’re right.”

As the movie’s ending credits flashed across your tv, the room went silent, and you quickly got lost in your thoughts. The butterflies in your stomach had returned, a sensation that you were growing increasingly familiar with, and irritated by, as your feelings for Joshua grew. You were driving yourself crazy trying to move on, but nothing worked. It was like your heart was out to get you, and you couldn’t understand why.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Joshua say your name and ask, “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied, hoping that he wouldn’t notice that you still weren’t entirely focused.

Of course, he did notice, and he said, “I know that look. It’s your thinking look. What’s going on?”

With a defeated sigh, you asked, “Do you remember the new feelings I mentioned when you spent the night after I broke up with Chan?”

“Yeah, I think so. Why?”

“Those feelings are still there, and it’s getting harder to ignore them.”

“Then don’t ignore them. Talk to me about what’s going on.”

That was when you finally admitted, “I realized the night that Chan and I broke up that I like you. I didn’t mean for it to happen, and if the fact that I have feelings for you makes you uncomfortable, I will happily distance myself until they go away. I just-”

“Stop right there. I am not uncomfortable, and I do not want you to distance yourself from me. That is the last thing that I want. Ok?”

Joshua’s calm demeanor despite your admission made you feel slightly better, so you said, “Ok.”

“Now, what was that about you having feelings for me?” he asked, a teasing smile forming on his face.

“You heard what I said,” you answered with a soft laugh.

“Does that mean that this is a date?”

“I don’t know. Do you want it to be a date?”

Joshua pretended to think for a moment before he answered, “Yeah. I think I do.”

“Then yes, it is.”

Without wasting any more time, Joshua cupped your face in his hands and kissed you just like he’d wanted to do his whole life. You didn’t know this, but he’d been interested in you for a long time, and he’d spent far more time than he cared to admit hoping that someday you would feel the same. Now that he knew that you did, he definitely wasn’t going to waste any time.

As you melted into Joshua’s touch, you found yourself wondering why the hell it took you so long to finally confess. You couldn’t get too upset with yourself, though, considering that you now knew that he wanted you too. Still, you couldn’t help but feel like a little bit of an idiot for not shooting your shot sooner.

It didn’t take long at all for Joshua to deepen the kiss and tangle his hands in your hair. A soft moan left your mouth, and all you could think about was how badly you wanted him. But, just as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your phone started to ring.

You groaned in annoyance as you let go of Joshua to check your phone. When you saw your mom’s contact photo pop up on the screen, though, you let out a loud laugh before leaving the room to take the call.

While you were in the other room talking to your mom, Joshua sat on your couch and wondered why the fuck he waited so long to tell you that he liked you. As he thought about it a bit more, though, he realized that it was because he was terrified of losing you as a friend. After all, he’d known you for most of his life, and you’d always been there for him when no one else cared enough to be. He didn’t think he could handle losing that friendship if you didn’t feel the same way or if the two of you did get into a relationship that didn’t end well.

When you came back into the room after calling your mom, Joshua smiled at you and asked, “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, everything is fine. My mom just wanted to ask if I’m still going to my sister’s place for dinner tomorrow.”

“Are you?”

“Yeah. I also asked if you could come with me, and she said yes. Do you wanna come to family dinner this week?”

“Yeah, that would be great.”

“Awesome, I’ll let her know. Later, though. I wanna spend more time with you first,” you said before you kissed him again.

As your relationship with Joshua progressed, you couldn’t believe how almost perfect it seemed to be. He never made you feel unloved when you were with him; he was always doing little things to show you just how much he loved you. Even your family adored him, which was a pleasant surprise, considering they’d never liked your previous partners much. Joshua grew especially close to your niece, who called him her best friend and cried whenever it was time for him to leave family events that he attended with you. You loved the way he seemed to fit into your life, despite any minor problems that the two of you had, like both of you being too stubborn to let petty arguments go.

If anyone had asked Joshua about his relationship with you, he would have told them that it was almost perfect. Sure, he loved you, and he was elated that you loved him too, but there were a few things that worried him. The main one was that you didn’t let him in like he thought you needed to. He understood that there were things that you were reluctant to ask for help with, especially your admittedly poor mental health, but all he wanted was to be there for you. Not knowing what else to do, he decided to just talk to you about it.

One night, you were sleeping over at Joshua’s apartment, and he figured that it was a good time to have the conversation that he thought the two of you needed to have. So, while the two of you were lying in his bed, he asked, “Honey, can I talk to you about something?”

“Yeah, of course. What’s up?”

“I’m really worried about you.”

“Why?”

“Well, I’ve noticed that you tend to push me away when you’re upset. It kind of feels like you don’t trust me to be there for you, and that hurts, if I’m being honest.”

With a sigh, you replied, “It’s not that I don’t trust you. I just worry about bothering you. You already have so much going on. I don’t want to add on and stress you out more, you know?”

“Hey, I understand that, but you could never bother me, my love. Ok?”

“Ok.”

“Please just let me be there for you.”

“I will.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Thank you, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too, honey,” you said as you pulled him into a hug and buried your face in his neck, yawning as you relaxed in his arms.

With a soft laugh, Joshua asked, “How about we get some sleep, honey?”

“No, I don’t wanna,” you complained.

“I heard you yawning, lovebug. You cannot convince me you’re not tired.”

“I’m always tired. I wanna stay up and talk to you.”

“I mean, so do I, but we also need sleep. Please, baby? For me?”

With an exaggerated sigh of frustration, you laughed and said, “Ok, but only because I love you.”

“I love you too.”

After that, you and Joshua both went silent as you dozed off together, satisfied with the results of your conversation and hopeful that your relationship would be ok.

Your relationship was not, in fact, ok. Sure, you made some progress in letting Joshua in more, but it was a long, difficult process. Especially when you thought about all of the ways that previous partners had left you completely broken and unable to truly let people see all of you. You wanted to be better for Joshua’s sake, though, and you knew that an important part of that was trying to prove to him that you really did trust him. Easier said than done.

No one could say that you didn’t try to let Joshua in more, but there were always going to be situations where you held back. You did tell him when you were hurting, but you didn’t always tell him why, especially if he was the reason that you were upset. In your mind, there was no point in starting an argument because you were certain that you were overreacting when he upset you anyway. You also tried to the best of your ability to hide it when you were struggling with deeper issues, like the lingering memories of your exes that kept you up at night and all of the very detailed reasons that you hated your appearance, because you knew that there was no way for him to help you.

The other problem was that he was pushy when he thought that something was wrong. He refused to stop asking you what was wrong until you snapped, and then he blamed you for the argument that ensued, like the entire problem hadn’t started with him not listening when you told him you didn’t want to talk about whatever was wrong. It drove you insane, but you knew that there probably wasn’t much that you could do to fix it. So, you shoved the resentment down until there was nothing but happiness and love remaining, at least when it came to what everyone else could see.

Joshua could tell that you still weren’t letting him in, but he couldn’t understand why. All he wanted was to be a shoulder for you to cry on, and after a while, he wondered if you still wanted the same. Sure, he understood that there were some things that you weren’t comfortable with talking about, but he couldn’t wrap his head around why you lied about being ok when it came to the simpler things, like getting into fights with your sister or the times that he knew you were upset with him. He had no idea how to approach the situation, though, which only upset him more.

The other thing that worried Joshua was your tendency to rely on less-than-healthy coping mechanisms to handle some of your more serious problems. At one point, before the two of you had started dating, he’d noticed you leaning on alcohol a bit too much to numb the pain, and he’d successfully encouraged you to stop drinking. But, there were other concerning things that he noticed that he really didn’t want to think about, especially when he considered the reasons you probably had those particular coping mechanisms. Instead, he tried to focus on the fact that you really did seem to be getting better when it came to finding healthier outlets for your emotions.

When you and Joshua spent Halloween together a few months after your three-year anniversary, you knew that it was probably the beginning of the end for your relationship. You didn’t want that to be the case, but you couldn’t help but think that something was going to go wrong.

You were proven right when the two of you went to a play at a theater in your city and got into an argument in the middle of the theater’s lobby. Almost since the play had begun, you felt overwhelmed, but you desperately tried to ignore it for Joshua's sake.

It didn’t take long after the show ended for you to start really panicking, but Joshua still wanted to take pictures with the rest of the cast before he left. So, you said, “I need to step outside, but I’m not trying to rush you. You keep getting pictures; I just need a minute.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“Baby, it’s ok. I just need to step out. You go ahead and get the pictures that you want.”

“Are you sure? I-”

“Just fucking go,” you snapped before you walked out of the theater.

Joshua didn’t understand why you didn’t want him with you when you got overwhelmed. He was your boyfriend, for fuck’s sake, so why were you so against him being there for you? Did you not trust him? Did you still buy into that bullshit about bothering him? He had no idea, so he decided to talk to you about it once you were away from the theater.

While you stood outside, trying to fight back the anxiety that threatened to bubble over into a full-blown breakdown right outside of your city’s theater, you found yourself wondering how the fuck your relationship with Joshua got so bad. When the two of you first got together, you’d made a promise to each other to work together and love each other no matter what. As time went on, though, you noticed the distance between the two of you growing to the point that you didn’t know if you could continue trying to bridge the gap.

Joshua never did talk to you about the problems at the theater. Instead, he decided to ignore the situation and hope the two of you could get better. It was only a matter of time before his hopes and yours would be shattered.

The day that your relationship with Joshua finally ended was the day that you fell apart, though it wasn’t just because of the breakup. It all started when you got into an argument with your sister that left you feeling angry and confused. When she finally left your apartment, you felt like she hated you, and you needed support. So, against your better judgement, you called your boyfriend and asked him to come over.

Joshua was at your door in an instant, and you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and started to sob. It hurt him to see you in such a vulnerable state, but he knew that he couldn’t change the way your family treated you, no matter how badly he wanted to. So, he did the next best thing: holding you close and giving you a safe place to process your emotions. He didn’t know that he wasn’t as much of a safe space for you as he used to be, but at that point, you had no intention of telling him that.

As you cried, you found yourself thinking about the absolute train wreck that was your life. Your family treated you like you were nothing to them unless they wanted something from you, past heartaches haunted you more than they should have, and all you wanted was to fall back into your previously established unhealthy coping mechanisms. Of course, you knew that they were unhealthy, but you didn’t care. After all, they were pretty fucking effective.

Once you’d cried all you could, you let out a sigh of defeat and said, “I need a drink.”

“No, you don’t. You know that’s not a good idea.”

“I don’t really care right now, honestly.”

It killed Joshua that you seemed hell bent on destroying yourself. He knew that you struggled, and he understood. Hell, considering how long you’d known each other and the things that he’d seen you go through in your lifetime, he was pretty sure he knew you better than anyone else did. Despite the fact that he understood, however, he couldn’t just sit by and watch you throw all the hard work you’d put into getting better down the drain.

“Baby, you’re not drinking.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want you to fall back into a bad place!”

“I’m already there. It doesn’t fucking matter. None of it fucking matters anymore.”

“Does the fact that I care about you matter?”

“Of course, it fucking does.”

“Then act like it.” You were quiet after that, but he continued, “All I want is to be there for you.”

“What if I don’t want you to be there for me?” you snapped, exhausted and overwhelmed from the day you’d had and not wanting to keep fighting with him.

The moment the words left your mouth; you knew that you made a mistake. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and you waited for Joshua to say something. In the end, he just sighed and said, “If that’s the way you feel, we don’t have to do this anymore.”

You started to tear up as you said, “Wait, please. I didn’t mean-”

“Stop lying to me, (Y/N). I can’t take the lies anymore.”

With that, Joshua walked out of your apartment, and you cried yourself to sleep that night for the first time in years.

When you woke up the next morning, you opened your phone to a message from Joshua. You really didn’t want to open it, but you hated ignoring people. Especially the man that you still loved.

Joshua: Just so you know, this doesn’t mean that I don’t care about you anymore. It just means that we both need to heal so that we can treat ourselves and each other better. You’re still my best friend, and I still want to be a part of your life. Ok? Y/N: Ok. Thanks, Josh. Joshua: How many times do I have to tell you not to thank me for caring about you?

You didn’t respond to his message after that. You couldn’t, really. All you wanted to say was that you loved him, and you knew that he didn’t want to hear those words from you anymore.

For a while after you broke up with Joshua, things were ok between the two of you, at least for the most part. Your relationship wasn’t exactly the same as before, of course, but you still considered him one of your closest friends and made a conscious effort to include him in your life. He appreciated that greatly and did the same for you, which made you happier than words could say. After all, you knew that you could be ok with not being in a romantic relationship with him, but losing him as a friend would have killed you.

As time went on, your greatest fear came true. You found yourself getting sucked into surprisingly heated arguments with Joshua more frequently than you ever did when you dated him, and after a while, you started distancing yourself, tired of fighting constantly. On top of that, you struggled more with your mental health than you originally anticipated after your breakup, which made you want to pull away from your now ex even more.

When you finally realized that your friendship with Joshua had run its course, there was no huge argument, with screams to fuck off and accusations of lying about the love the two of you once had for each other. The end of your friendship was much less explosive than that. However, that didn’t make the last texts between the two of you any less painful.

Y/N: Can I ask you something? Joshua: What is it? Y/N: Do you want to talk to me? Joshua: I do, but it hurts. Y/N: I understand. Should I give you some space?

There was no response after that, and that was how you knew that one of the longest-enduring friendships of your life was over.

Not having Joshua in your life hurt you more than you ever thought it could. Sure, you knew that it would be painful if it ever happened, but you honestly underestimated just how painful it was to lose the man that used to make you feel just a little bit less alone. Every time you saw something that made you think of him, you felt like you were going to start crying. You thought about calling him constantly. You still found yourself starting to type messages to him that you knew you couldn’t send, because you knew that he didn’t want to read them anymore.

One of the main ways that you dealt with losing Joshua as a friend was throwing yourself into new friendships and putting far more effort than what was necessary into rekindling and maintaining old ones. You lost sleep texting friends that lived in different time zones. You spent most of your free time either glued to your phone as you talked to your friends or organizing hangouts with your friends that were close enough that you could see them sometimes. After a while, every moment of your free time was filled by other people. You had absolutely no time for yourself, but that was by design. If you were alone, you’d spend too much time thinking about the pain that still threatened to swallow you whole.

Joshua wasn’t faring much better than you were. You’d hurt him deeply, but that didn’t change that he still wanted you in his life. In his mind, you’d showed him time and time again that you didn’t want the same from him, though, so after a while, he stopped bothering to reach out. Instead, he spent more time with his friends and family, and he also found himself getting sucked into his own less-than-healthy coping mechanisms, like drinking. Yes, he knew that he was a hypocrite for leaning on alcohol to handle difficult emotions after expressly telling you that it was a bad idea, but he didn’t care anymore. All he cared about was numbing the pain.

It was a random Saturday night when Joshua found himself at the club once again, desperate to forget you. Instead of dancing like the friends that he’d arrived with, however, he tended to just sit at the bar and drink until he could barely remember his own name. It probably wasn’t the safest choice he could have made, but goddamn, it was effective when it came to numbing the pain. At least, it was until he looked up and saw you walk into the club.

You hated it when your friends decided to drag you out to random clubs that you’d never been to. You understood why they did it, of course, but that didn’t mean you enjoyed the experience. Still, you tried to put on a happy face for their sake. After all, you were pretty sure they were tired of you talking about how much you missed Joshua. You were tired of talking about it too, if you were being honest with yourself. However, you were also relieved that you slowly seemed to be getting over him.

All of your progress in moving on seemed to go away the second you spotted Joshua sitting at the bar, cocktail in hand. From the moment you laid eyes on him, you wanted to leave the bar, go back to your apartment, and sob until you were too tired to stay awake. You knew that your friends would never allow that, though, so instead, you made your way to the dance floor.

While you were dancing, a man you’d never seen before caught your attention. He was gorgeous, with elegant features that made you stop and stare for what was probably far too long, and based on the fact that he stared at you the exact same way, he was just as interested as you were. From the moment that you made eye contact with him; you knew that he was the perfect distraction for the night. So, you approached him and introduced yourself.

“I’m Jeonghan,” he said. “Do you wanna dance?”

“That sounds great.”

With a smile, Jeonghan took your hand, and the two of you started to move in time with the song that blasted through the club. You knew that he probably wouldn’t be interested in you beyond one night, but you didn’t care in the slightest. All you cared about was not being alone anymore, even if you were fairly certain that there was no hope of a lasting connection with the person that dulled your loneliness for the night. But then again, you never really did know what the universe had in store for you.

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Don't Run Away

Lee Seokmin x Reader

Word Count: 4,498

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Rating: Some adult themes, MINORS DNI!

Summary: When unexpected circumstances lead to Y/N sharing an apartment with her best friend's older brother, the transition from acquaintances to roommates is anything but smooth. Over time, however, the two realize that they truly care about each other. Will a drunk confession bring them together, or will Y/N continue to run away from her feelings?

Content Warnings: Mentions of cheating/toxic relationships but no details, food, alcohol, misunderstandings. If you think I missed a warning, please let me know!

A/N: This fic is part of the Lonely Hearts Cafe collab, hosted by the incredible @camandemstudios! If you like this fic and want to check out the other incredible fics in this collab, the masterlist can be found here! Make sure to show all the other writers involved in this collab some love!

Taglist: @xomakara, @notyourjaem, @heechwe, @shadowkoo

Fic is under the cut.

When your best friend called you at 10 PM on a random Friday, you knew that your life was going to be turned upside down. The only thing that you didn’t know yet was exactly how. Well, you couldn’t really know until you answered the phone, so that’s exactly what you did.

“What’s up?” you asked.

“Hi, bestie!” Chaewon began. “You know how I did that thing for you that one time?”

“What do you want, Chae?”

“So, you remember Seokmin, right?”

“Yeah,” you said, suspicious of where the conversation was going. “Is he ok?”

“Jihyo dumped him and kicked him out of their apartment. Is there any possibility that he could stay with you until he finds his own place?”

You sighed, unsure of how to answer. On one hand, Seokmin was the bane of your existence. Every time he was around you and Chaewon, he did everything in his power to annoy the two of you. Your best friend never paid him any attention, citing typical sibling dynamics as an explanation for his determination to pester you two, but you just couldn’t let it slide. Everything he did got under your skin, and you really didn’t know if you wanted to be stuck in the same apartment with him for who knows how long.

On the other hand, however, you knew firsthand just how much breakups sucked when you lived with the person that broke up with you, and that made you want to help. Despite how much Seokmin got on your nerves, he was in a bad spot, and you were able to help him out of said bad spot. Plus, your old roommate had recently moved into her fiancé’s apartment, and you really couldn’t afford your apartment on your own.

Reluctantly, you said, “Yeah, he can stay here.”

“Thank you so much, (Y/N). We both owe you one.”

“Don’t worry about it. I need help with rent anyway.”

“Can he start moving in tomorrow?”

“Yeah, that works.”

“Thank you so much. I told him he could sleep on my couch tonight, but I don’t have room in my apartment for him to stay here long-term.”

“I understand. I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess.”

“See you tomorrow!”

You hung up the phone with a defeated sigh. Sure, you liked to help people, and you loved Chaewon dearly, but you were not looking forward to living with Seokmin. Still, you were determined to try to make the best of the situation. After all, you hadn’t seen Seokmin in years. Maybe he was different now that you weren’t kids anymore.

When Seokmin moved into your apartment the next morning, your hopes were shattered. The moment he saw you, he started making snarky comments.

“Wow, (Y/N). I wasn’t expecting you to still be such a loser,” he said, gesturing to the band tee you threw on after waking up.

“Do you really wanna talk that way to the woman whose apartment you’re moving into?” you asked, already tired of his shit. Seokmin immediately shut up after that, and you couldn’t help but smile. You knew that you were being an asshole, but sometimes that was necessary to get other people to stop being assholes to you.

Your hopes that Seokmin wouldn’t be as insufferable as he was when you were kids were ruined once again after all of his things were moved into your apartment. The two of you were standing in your living room, and with a shit-eating grin on his face and a voice that could piss off even the kindest of souls, he looked right at you and commented, “You look like shit today. Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you spat. “I look like shit because I woke up at six in the morning so that I could help you move all of your shit into my apartment. I’m really not in the mood for this today. If you’ll excuse me, I have things to do.”

Before Seokmin could say another word, you stormed off to your room and got to work reorganizing your bookshelf. You’d planned to start earlier in the day, but when Chaewon and Seokmin showed up at your apartment with more boxes than you thought humanly possible shoved into the back of Seokmin’s truck, you knew that your day would not go according to plan.

You spent the rest of your afternoon reorganizing your books while Seokmin unpacked, and for the most part, he left you alone. Occasionally, he would come into your room to ask for help moving something heavy, but for the most part, he kept to himself. You started to wonder if you’d been too harsh earlier, but in the end, you didn’t particularly care if you were. After all, Seokmin was rude, loud, and exactly the type of person that you didn’t want to be around

After that first day, however, living with Seokmin went much smoother than you thought that it would. Sure, he still had his annoying moments, like when he made jokes about the music you liked or the way you dressed, but for the most part, the two of you got along fine. You even started to enjoy his company, something that you never expected to happen

You also never thought that you would say that Seokmin was incredibly attractive, yet here you were, admiring every little thing about the way he looked while he told you about his favorite video games over dinner. You hated to admit it, but he looked good now that he was out of the awkward phase you’d witnessed in high school.

Seokmin also found himself enjoying your company far more than he thought he would. When he was younger, you were just his little sister’s annoying best friend. Actually living with you, however, introduced him to a different side of your personality that made you seem significantly less annoying. He was embarrassed to admit it, but he also thought you were absolutely gorgeous, and he occasionally found himself wondering if you thought about him the same way that he thought about you.

A few months after Seokmin moved in with you, Chaewon’s birthday arrived, and everything went to shit as you started planning her party. You’d planned parties before, and they’d gone well, but this time, every single thing went wrong, and it was overwhelming, to say the least. The decorations took far longer than usual to set up because all of your friends that had previously agreed to help bailed on you at the last possible second. The restaurant that you’d hired to cater the party called you to tell you that they couldn’t complete your order because of an ingredient shortage. And to top it all off, the morning of the party, Chaewon called you in tears because she’d caught her boyfriend cheating on her with his best friend. You were happy to be a shoulder for your best friend to cry on, but you couldn’t help but get angry at Heeseung for deciding that his girlfriend’s birthday was the right time to try to fuck someone else.

The last straw was when you asked Seokmin to pick up the cake that you’d ordered from Chaewon’s favorite bakery. He happily agreed to pick up the cake, but when he came home, he was empty-handed and angry. Confused and slightly annoyed, you asked, “Where’s the cake?”

“Nonexistent,” he spat, clearly frustrated but also clearly trying not to take it out on you.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that the cake doesn’t exist, it-”

“I know what nonexistent means, Seokmin. Why the fuck isn’t there a cake?”

“They said that it isn’t ready, and they won’t have it ready until tomorrow.”

“But the party is tonight.”

“I know that!” Seokmin snapped.

“You didn’t have to yell at me,” you mumbled, tears starting to form in your eyes.

“God damn it. I’m sorry, (Y/N). I just-”

“No, it’s ok. I’ll be right back,” you responded, abruptly leaving the kitchen to go to your room.

You knew that Seokmin didn’t mean to lash out at you, and you knew that you would have to explain to him that he wasn’t the reason that you broke down, but you weren’t thinking about that as you collapsed onto your bed and sobbed. Everything that could have gone wrong went wrong, and you were just tired. You really wanted your best friend to have a fun birthday party, but every mishap shook your faith in your ability to pull it off just a little bit more.

Once you weren’t crying anymore and felt like you could breathe again, you decided to look for Seokmin and apologize. He was nowhere in your apartment, however, and you started to worry. Where the fuck could he possibly have gone? And why didn’t he tell you where he was going or even that he was leaving? You didn’t know, so you decided to text him.

Y/N: Where are you?

Seokmin: Out.

Y/N: I mean I figured, but where did you go?

Seokmin: I just needed to take care of something. I’ll be back in about an hour.

Y/N: Ok, see you then.

Slightly more than an hour after you texted him, Seokmin walked through the door with one of the most beautifully decorated cakes you’d ever seen. The frosting was Chaewon’s favorite shade of blue, and darker blue fondant roses surrounded the words “Happy birthday, Chaewon!” You immediately started to tear up again, and Seokmin promptly set the cake down and pulled you into a hug before he asked, “What’s going on?”

That was when the floodgates opened once again. In between sobs, you explained, “I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to snap at you. Trying to plan this party has just been too much, and I-”

“Hey, it’s ok,” Seokmin interrupted, rubbing your back as you cried. “I know you didn’t mean it. I was just worried about you. I figured you might be a bit overwhelmed, so I handled the cake. Seungkwan helped me add some more decorations after I got the cake from the supermarket.”

“Thank you. That means a lot.”

“Don’t mention it.”

The room went silent after that, and you found yourself finally starting to relax in Seokmin’s arms. As you realized just how calm he made you feel, however, you started to get a little bit frustrated as well. You appreciated the fact that he took the time to comfort you, of course, but the way his arms felt around you and the soft way that he’d spoken to you as he comforted you made your crush on him even more intense, and you were not in the mood to deal with that. Still, you did briefly consider ripping the bandage off and just telling him how much you liked him and how you felt when he hugged you, but you knew that it probably wouldn’t go over well. After all, you had a pretty strong feeling that he’d never see you the way you’d started to see him since he’d moved into your apartment.

Seokmin was happier holding you than he had been in a long time. Even Jihyo never made him as happy as he was in that moment, which was far from what he expected, but he didn’t really mind the feeling. He wanted to tell you exactly how he felt, but he knew that Chaewon’s birthday was not the ideal time to do that, especially when he considered how overwhelmed you’d been all day. On top of that, he was fairly certain that there was no way you could ever like him the same way he liked you. Regardless of his certainty of how you felt about him, he still let himself have the slightest bit of hope that your feelings would change one day.

At some point, the time for guests to start arriving at your apartment arrived, and you felt like a nervous wreck. Through it all, though, Seokmin was right by your side, and you greatly appreciated it. Not many people had been invited to Chaewon’s party, but that didn’t change the fact that the party would probably still be complete and utter chaos. After all, your friends tended to be very loud and very messy, especially when alcohol was involved.

The first person to arrive was Seungkwan, Seokmin’s friend that helped him decorate the cake. When you saw him, you greeted him with a smile and a hug and said, “Seokmin told me what you did. Thank you so much.”

“It’s no problem,” Seungkwan said. “Seokmin mentioned how upset you were when he told you about the bakery being run by idiots, and I’m always happy to help a friend out of a jam.”

“You have no idea how much I appreciate that.”

You let go of Seungkwan and waited for the other guests to arrive, which didn’t take long. As Chaewon’s closest friends filed into your apartment, you couldn’t help but smile and think about just how loved your best friend was by pretty much everyone that she met.

The birthday girl herself arrived last, and that was when the fun really began as people started dancing, drinking, and partaking in other activities that you had no real interest in. You loved Chaewon dearly, but she was much more of an extrovert than you were, and it showed as the party went on. While she was in the middle of the dance floor with a guy that you barely knew, you were off to the side enjoying your third glass of wine of the evening. Or your fourth, you weren’t really sure anymore. All you really knew was that at some point, Seokmin came up to you and asked, “Why aren’t you dancing?”

“Not really interested,” you answered. “Besides, I’ve never really found the right partner.”

“Fair enough.”

“Why aren’t you dancing?” you asked, hoping to get the attention back onto him instead of you.

“Haven’t found the right partner yet,” he answered.

The way he opened his mouth again made you think that there was something else he wanted to say, but nothing else was said. So, you didn’t press. Instead, without really thinking about it, you blurted out, “Maybe I could be the right partner.”

Seokmin’s eyes widened at your comment, and that was when you actually processed what you said. Before you could apologize or defend yourself, however, he smiled and said, “Maybe you could be.”

“Wanna find out?”

“I thought you said you weren’t interested,” he replied with a soft laugh.

“I wasn’t until you showed up.”

The expression on Seokmin’s face shifted to something that you couldn’t quite identify, but he still reached his hand out for you to take and led you to where everyone else was dancing. As your body moved in time with his, you thought about whether it would be a good idea to finally tell him how you really felt. On the one hand, he’d been incredibly receptive to your initial attempt at flirting, as evidenced by the fact that you were even on the dance floor with him at all. On the other hand, you had no way of knowing if he actually wanted a relationship like you did or if he was just trying to have a bit of fun while he was at a party.

Despite your concerns, the chemistry between you and Seokmin was undeniable. So, against your better judgement, you leaned closer to him and whispered, “You know, I have a huge crush on you.”

Seokmin didn’t respond verbally, but he didn’t need to. The expression of shock on his face and the way he abruptly stopped dancing told you all that you needed to know. So, wanting to avoid any further embarrassment, you went to your room.

When you finally made your way through the crowd of people in your apartment and got to your bedroom, you shut the door and collapsed onto your bed, crying over everything that had gone wrong over the course of the day yet again. During the first half of the party, you actually started to feel better about all of the mishaps that had occurred before the guests arrived. Once you saw the way Seokmin reacted to your confession, however, the emotions that you’d so carefully hidden away came right back to the surface.

You cried for what felt like hours before there was a gentle knock on your door. You quickly sat up and stopped yourself from crying just long enough to choke out, “Who is it?”

“It’s Seungkwan. Seokmin asked me to come get you, since we’re getting ready to have cake.”

God, he didn’t even want to talk to you himself. He had to send Seungkwan to get you instead. The thought hurt you, but after a deep breath, you managed to say, “I’ll be out in just a minute!”

You quickly collected yourself, pushing your tears away until you could cry uninterrupted and plastering a fake smile on your face. When you opened the door, you said, “Thanks for letting me know.”

You carefully walked back to your living room, where Chaewon was standing, a plate of cake in her hand and a smile on her face. The rest of the guests had just finished singing “Happy Birthday,” and she looked happier than she’d been in weeks. You had a strong feeling that it was because Heeseung was finally gone, but you didn’t want to ask and ruin the party by bringing him up if that wasn’t the case. So, you chalked it up to the party that you planned being far more successful than you’d expected.

As Seokmin and Seungkwan served everyone else at the party a slice of cake, you felt like you were going to start crying again. So, you slipped out of the room and onto your balcony for some fresh air.

You knew that you were probably overreacting, but your frustrations with the events of the day and your drunkenness were a perfect storm for an overreaction. So, while you hated yourself for crying over a guy not liking you back, you didn’t let the self-hatred stop you from feeling the way that you needed to feel, at least while you were outside alone.

You never went back to the party, so you had no idea what time it ended. When you went back inside, however, you figured that it had been over for a while, considering the fact that your apartment was spotless, and the only people still in your living room were Seokmin, Seungkwan, and Chaewon.

“Hi, bestie!” Chaewon began. “Where were you?”

“Outside,” you answered halfheartedly.

“But why?” Seokmin asked. You chose not to answer him, however. If you didn’t know better, you would have said he looked hurt, but you couldn’t wrap your head around why. After all, he’d made it clear that he didn’t want to be around you.

“Is everything ok?” Chaewon asked.

“Yeah. I’m fine, Chae,” you replied. “I’m just tired. I think I’m gonna go to bed. Good night, guys.”

Seokmin, Seungkwan, and Chaewon all said good night, and you trudged to your room. You’d thought that you were over what had happened during the party, but the tears that streamed down your face as you thought about the rejection again proved you wrong.

The next morning, you woke up to Seokmin’s voice calling your name from another room. You really didn’t want to go out there and see what was going on, but you knew that ignoring him would only make the situation worse. So, you hesitantly walked out to your kitchen and asked, “What’s up?”

“I just finished making pancakes,” he answered, his signature grin on his face as he held a spatula in his hand. “Do you want some?”

“No thanks. I’m not hungry,” you replied flatly.

“Oh, ok. Well, I’ll leave them on the counter in case you change your mind,” he said, the smile disappearing from his face as he spoke.

You felt bad for upsetting Seokmin, but you really couldn’t bring yourself to act like you were ok ater all of the embarrassment of the night before. He didn’t even speak after you told him that you liked him, and that hurt you more than it would have if he’d just told you that he wasn’t interested. So, you avoided him unless speaking was absolutely necessary.

Weeks went by with you avoiding Seokmin, and it killed him inside. All he wanted was to talk to you, but unless it was absolutely necessary or he spoke to you first, you just refused to give him the time of day. He desperately wanted to know if he’d done something wrong, but you wouldn’t even talk to him long enough for him to find out. So, he started to think about other ways to figure out what had happened.

It was Valentine’s Day when Seokmin decided to try talking to Chaewon and asking her if something was going on with you. He knew that he probably wouldn’t get much information from her, considering the fact that he wasn’t particularly close to his sister, but he really didn’t know what else to do. So, he sent Chaewon a text. Hopefully, he could find out what happened and actually get you to spend time with him to celebrate the holiday together.

Seokmin: Hey. Did something happen with (Y/N)?

Chaewon: Why do you wanna know?

Seokmin: Come on, Chae. She hasn’t been acting like herself lately. I just wanna make sure she’s ok.

Chaewon: She’s fine. Have you ever considered that she just doesn’t wanna talk to you?

Seokmin: It’s the only explanation I can think of. I just can’t figure out why.

Chaewon: Well, I can’t tell you.

Seokmin: God damn it. Fine.

When the conversation with his sister proved to be a wasted effort, he decided to try something else. He really didn’t like the idea of tricking you into telling him what was wrong, but he was at a loss for what else to do. So, when you came home from work, he approached you and asked, “Can I talk to you about something?”

“Sure,” you replied, hesitant but curious. “What’s going on?”

“Something is wrong with your room.

“What do you mean? I haven’t noticed any problems.”

“The problem is that you’ve been spending more time in there than usual and avoiding talking to me unless you have to. What’s going on?”

Your eyes went wide at his question, but you quickly regained your composure and deadpanned, “I’m not avoiding you.”

“Yes, you are. Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Then why don’t you talk to me anymore?”

You didn’t want to answer at first, but when you saw the hurt in Seokmin’s eyes, you sighed and said, “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“(Y/N), I mean this with the utmost respect. What the actual fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about what happened at Chaewon’s party a few weeks ago.”

“What the hell happened at Chaewon’s party? I thought we got along great until you disappeared.”

“Do you seriously not remember it?”

“Remember what?”

“That I told you that I liked you.”

“Yeah, I remember that, but why would that make me-”

Oh.

“You didn’t even say anything after I said it. The way you reacted made me think that you were uncomfortable, and I wanted to deal with the way I felt about your reaction in private, so I left.”

“I wasn’t uncomfortable. I was just surprised. I’ve liked you for a while, so I really didn’t know what to say when I found out that you felt the same way.”

“So, I’ve been avoiding you for no reason this entire time?” you asked, shocked at how badly you’d misinterpreted his actions.

“Pretty much,” he answered with a laugh. “I’m sorry about how I reacted. I didn’t mean to make you think I was upset with you.”

“No, it’s ok. I just feel like an idiot for not talking to you about the whole thing sooner.”

“Hey, you’re not an idiot. You panicked, and that’s perfectly understandable.”

“So, you don’t hate me?”

“I never could. Actually, I think that I might love you.”

Your eyes went wide once again at the admission, and with a smile, you said, “I think that I might love you too.”

After you admitted that you felt the same way about him that he felt about you, Seokmin took the opportunity to pull you closer and kiss you. With a soft sigh, you relaxed into his hold, wrapping your arms around his neck. When he finally pulled away, he smiled and said, “So, how do you wanna celebrate Valentine’s Day, baby?”

You giggled when you heard the nickname and asked, “Can we just watch a movie and cuddle? I think that going out would be a little much for me right now.”

“Of course,” he answered as he led you to your couch and sat down.

You took a seat on your couch next to Seokmin and leaned closer to him, and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close.

There were no words that could possibly describe the amount of relief that coursed through Seokmin’s body now that you were actually talking to him again. Not only that, but you actually liked him the same way that he liked you, and he couldn’t have been happier as he held you close while the two of you watched a movie.

As the end credits rolled across your screen, you felt like you were about to fall asleep any second. Despite your exhaustion, however, you needed to ask Seokmin something. Hesitantly, you looked up at him and asked, “So, does this mean that we’re together?”

“I mean I would hope it does,” he answered with a soft laugh. “Otherwise, I think things might get awkward.”

You laughed at his response and said, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby.”

“Can we go to bed, honey? Please?”

“Of course.”

Seokmin smiled and took your hand, leading you to his bedroom. You were so tired that you didn’t even realize it until you saw the blanket covering his bed that was a different color from the one covering yours. Even when you did notice, though, you didn’t really care. All you cared about was the fact that you’d patched things up with Seokmin, and he was now your boyfriend.

After Seokmin moved the blankets out of the way, he carefully got into bed and reached his arms out toward you, a silent request for you to join him. You happily obliged, snuggling closer to him as he covered both of you with the blanket. Once you were both comfortable, he whispered sweet nothings into your ear until you fell asleep thinking about the best Valentine’s Day you’d ever had and how sometimes, a random call at 10 PM wasn’t that bad.

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lovetaroandtaemin · 25 days ago

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Take This Heart

Lee Seokmin x Reader

Word Count: 2,629

Genre: Angst, fluff

Rating: Some adult themes, MINORS DNI!

Summary: All Seokmin wants is for his fiancee to act like she loves him again.

Content warnings: Unhealthy relationship, depression and anxiety, DK thinks that Reader is cheating but she isn't, sad shit with a bittersweet ending.

A/N: This fic is my first submission for the Angst Olympics collab! If you like this fic, check out the other incredible works that are part of this event in the masterlist, found here.

This fic was loosely inspired by "Love Me or Leave Me" by Little Mix! I definitely recommend listening to it while you read this one.

Taglist: @xomakara, @notyourjaem, @heechwe, @shadowkoo, @chugging-antiseptic-dye, @gyubakeries

Fic is under the cut.

Seokmin knew that something was wrong when you stopped telling him good night before you went to sleep. He didn’t know exactly what it was, but he definitely knew that something had changed. At first, he chalked it up to stress about your upcoming wedding, but when even the little gestures that used to serve as subtle reminders of your love for him stopped, he knew that there was something deeper going on. The last thing Seokmin wanted to do was assume the worst, though, so he decided to just talk to you about his concerns before he had the chance to spiral.

It was late at night on a random Saturday when Seokmin came to you and asked, “Baby, do you have a minute to talk?”

“Yeah, of course,” you answered. “Is this about wedding planning or something else?”

“Something else.”

You were confused, but still, you asked, “What’s up?”

“I’ve just noticed that you’ve been a bit distant lately. Did I do something wrong? Is something going on?”

With a sigh, you answered, “You didn’t do anything wrong, baby. I’ve just been a little bit tired lately. There’s a lot going on at work.”

“Why don’t we go to bed then? It’s getting kind of late, anyway.”

You nodded and said, “That sounds like a good idea.”

With that, you followed Seokmin to your shared bedroom and found a comfortable spot on your bed. He climbed into bed next to you and held you close, and it took everything you had not to turn away. Not because you didn’t want him to hold you, but because you thought that you didn’t deserve for him to comfort you, especially when you’d worried him by pushing him away.

The feelings of doubt and inadequacy that had been firmly planted in the front of your mind since the beginning of your engagement to Seokmin actually started long before he asked you to marry him. It wasn’t until the wedding planning actually started that the feelings grew the way they did, though, making you want to reject him so that he could find someone better than you.

At first, you thought that the feelings would go away once you started to focus on actually planning the wedding. After all, you were more excited than words could say to finally be marrying the man that you loved. As you attended cake tastings, dress fittings, and meetings with vendors, however, you found yourself sinking deeper than you originally anticipated into a hole that you had no clue how to get out of.

You knew that Seokmin noticed that you were acting differently, but you had no idea how to even begin to explain the thoughts that plagued your every waking moment. So, all you could do was hope that the feelings went away or that you could force yourself to stop putting unnecessary space between yourself and your fiancé.

Seokmin knew that the explanation that you’d given him for why you were pulling away was complete and utter bullshit when he actually asked you about how work was going the day after your initial conversation. You’d just gotten home, and he asked, “How was your day, baby?”

“Oh, it was fine. Easy day, not a lot for me to do.”

Seokmin wanted to ask you why you’d said the night before that there was a lot going on, but he decided against it. After all, he was tired, and he didn’t want to ruin the night by starting what could be a pointless argument. So, he just let it go, hoping that it was just because the stressful parts of your job were more manageable now and that you would go back to your typical affectionate self.

Seokmin’s hopes were completely shattered as time went on. For weeks, the distance between you and Seokmin increased to the point that the two of you acted more like roommates that flirted occasionally than an engaged couple. So, he decided to talk to you again over dinner and asked, “Baby, are you sure that I didn’t do something wrong?”

“I’m sure. Why do you ask?”

“Well, you’ve been really distant lately. Is something else going on?”

“I’ve just been really tired and stressed. Planning a wedding is a lot, you know?”

“Yeah, I definitely know. How did your dress fitting go, by the way?”

“It went better than I thought. I’m really happy with the way the dress looks, and I can’t wait for you to see it when the day comes.”

You tried to sound happy, but Seokmin could tell that something was off. You sounded almost defeated as you spoke, and he started to question everything. Were you unhappy with something related to wedding plans? Did something bad happen at the fitting? Did you even want to marry him still? The anxiety was starting to eat him alive.

Seokmin tried to talk to you a few different times to try to find out what was going on, but each time, the conversation went the exact same way. He would ask you if something was wrong, and you would tell him that everything was fine. Each attempt dug him deeper and deeper into a pit of anxiety, and he started to wonder if you’d stopped loving him completely.

You knew that pushing Seokmin away was hurting him, but you couldn’t seem to stop yourself. All you could think about was the fact that he deserved better than you, and every day, you sunk further and further into the depression that threatened to destroy your relationship.

At some point, Seokmin started to wonder if you were pulling away from him because you were seeing someone else. Ordinarily, he would never even consider the possibility of you cheating on him, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something that you weren’t telling him. That feeling, combined with the fact that you were talking to him less than you ever had and spending most of your free time staring at your phone, left him more confused and hurt than ever, and an affair was the only reason that he could think of for your actions.

Seokmin finally decided that enough was enough the day that the two of you went to dinner with both of your families to celebrate your engagement. Everyone had been too busy with other responsibilities to plan a get together when Seokmin first proposed, so you, Seokmin, and your families all agreed to get together and celebrate when the wedding got closer.

The problems started when the two of you were getting ready to leave. Doing your hair and makeup took far longer than you’d originally anticipated, and you were getting frustrated. With a groan, you set your hairbrush down, and Seokmin asked, “Do you want me to help you do your hair, honey?”

“No.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind-”

“I already said no!” you yelled. Seokmin jumped at the loud noise, and that was when the guilt hit you. You tried to reach out for him and said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine,” he spat. “Let’s just finish getting ready so we can get this fucking dinner over with.”

There was complete silence in your apartment after that, except for the occasional sound of one of you dropping something. The drive to the restaurant was silent too, and it killed you. You desperately wanted to apologize and explain why you’d been so sensitive for the past several months, but the words just wouldn’t come to you.

Before you knew it, you were in the restaurant parking lot waiting for your parents to arrive. While you waited, you tried to talk to Seokmin a few times, but each time, he gave you the cold shoulder. Your fiancé ignoring you was painful, but you knew that you’d hurt him just as much, if not more, by distancing yourself from him in the first place. So, you decided not to push him, hoping that the two of you would be able to talk it out soon.

You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even notice your parents calling your name. When you finally did see them, though, you forced a smile, hoping that they wouldn’t notice how upset you were. Apparently, they didn’t, considering the fact that your mom pulled you into a bone crushing hug and said, “Congratulations! I am so sorry that we couldn’t get together to celebrate with you two sooner.”

“It’s ok, mom. I’m just happy you guys are here now.”

“Good to see you, son,” your dad said as he shook Seokmin’s hand.

“Good to see you too, sir,” your fiancé replied, the fake smile on his face glaringly obvious.

After a few more minutes of small talk, Seokmin’s parents and sister arrived, and everyone went into the restaurant. After you were all seated at a table and your orders were placed, Mrs. Lee smiled at you and said, “It’s so good to see you, dear. Congratulations!”

“Thank you so much,” you replied, well-rehearsed false joy dripping from every word. “I’m so happy to finally be marrying the man that I love.”

“We’re so happy to have you join the family,” Mr. Lee added.

You didn’t respond verbally, but you still smiled at his words. Seokmin’s family had always been so kind and welcoming toward you, and you were honored that they already considered you part of the family. Plus, you really were happy to be marrying Seokmin, and you really wanted to show that, despite how much you’d been struggling. When you saw the expression on your fiancé’s face as you spoke, however, you realized that you probably were not as successful as you’d hoped.

Seokmin was pissed off when he saw the way you interacted with his parents, to say the least. Sure, the things that you said sounded sweet, but the way you looked at him, and his family, certainly wasn’t. He could tell that you were lying when you spoke about how happy you were to marry him, and the thought made him feel sick. Was he pushing you into a wedding that you didn’t want? He decided to find out once the two of you were home.

The rest of the dinner went far worse than Seokmin could have possibly anticipated. Every word out of your mouth sounded either sarcastic or just plain rude, and he could tell that both his parents and his sister were getting upset. A few times, he tried to get your attention by squeezing your hand or tapping your shoulder, but each time, you ignored him.

You tried so hard to seem happy the entire time that you were out. After a while, though, the thoughts that you didn’t deserve to be loved so much by Seokmin or his family got to be too much to bear, and that feeling, combined with the overstimulation that always came with being in crowded spaces, made you a bit snappy. You knew that Seokmin noticed, considering the frustration etched onto his face every time he looked at you, but you really didn’t know how to manage all the complex emotions swirling around your brain.

The dinner ended with rushed goodbyes, and once you and Seokmin were alone again, he drove you home in complete silence. You wanted to say something, anything, to break it, but when you saw how tightly he gripped the steering wheel as he drove, you knew that trying to talk to him would only make him angrier. So, you continued to be quiet until the two of you got back to your apartment.

Once you were inside, you turned to Seokmin and said, “I’m sorry. Can I just-”

“Stop. Just stop.”

“But I-”

“Stop.” You went quiet after that, and he asked, “What the fuck is your problem?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean what the fuck is your problem with me? What the fuck did I do to you to make you want to treat me the way you have?”

“You didn’t do anything. I just-”

“Bullshit. I saw the way you looked at me at dinner. You treated me like I was a fucking nuisance instead of your fucking fiancé.”

“I didn’t-”

“I’m not done.”

“Ok.”

“On top of the way you acted tonight, you’ve been pushing me away for months. What the fuck happened that made you stop acting like you give a shit about me? Is there someone else? Did I do something wrong? I need to know, (Y/N).” You knew that Seokmin was still angry, but as he spoke, you heard the sadness in his voice too.

“There’s no one else, and you did nothing wrong.”

“Then what the fuck is going on? Why do you act like you don’t love me anymore?”

That was when the weight of all of the hurt that you’d been carrying for so long finally broke you, and you started to sob uncontrollably.

Seokmin was left even more confused when you started to cry, but seeing how suddenly you just broke down hurt his heart. After all, despite how much you’d hurt him, he still loved you more than he’d ever loved a romantic partner before. So, he decided to put aside his anger temporarily and pulled you into a hug before asking, “What’s going on?” His voice was softer this time, but you could still hear how much pain he was in as he spoke.

It took a long time for you to stop crying once you started, but once you felt like you could finally speak again, you said, “I don’t deserve you.”

Seokmin immediately shushed you and said, “Hey, don’t say that. What happened, baby?”

That was when you told him everything. In between the sobs that had started again, you explained that you’d always worried that he was too good for you and that when he proposed, your doubts only got harder to ignore. When you finally finished explaining, you said, “I’m so sorry.”

Seokmin held you the entire time you spoke, rubbing your back as you poured your heart out to him. He felt like a terrible partner for not realizing what was wrong sooner, but he knew better than to beat himself up. So, he just sighed and asked, “You know I love you, right?” You nodded, and he added, “I think that we should postpone the wedding.”

You started to cry again at the mention of postponing your wedding and said, “I’m sorry, please don’t leave. I can fix this, I swear. I didn’t mean to-”

Seokmin shushed you gently and said, “I’m not going anywhere. I should have finished that thought; I’m sorry. What I mean is, I think that we should postpone the wedding so that we can get you into therapy. I love you, and I absolutely still want to marry you, but I think the focus needs to be on your wellbeing right now, not a wedding.”

With your voice barely above a whisper, you asked, “You’re not leaving?”

“I’m not leaving. The only thing that could make me leave is you explicitly telling me that you want me gone. That didn’t happen, so you’re stuck with me.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“I’m not mad. Definitely hurt, but not mad. That’s the other reason I think that we should postpone the wedding. The past few months have been hard on both of us, so I think that couples’ therapy would be a good idea before we get married.”

You nodded in agreement and said, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Loving me.”

“I’ll always love you, baby.”

“I love you. Are we ok?”

With a sigh, Seokmin answered, “Yeah. We’re ok. Just don’t push me away anymore, please.”

“I won’t.”

"Thank you."

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