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The CEO Collision - Part Two

Pairing: CEO!Seonghwa x CEO!reader (f)

Warnings / content for Part Two: Suggestive content, reader has a wet dream, alcohol consumption, making out, profanities. Please note that other than Ateez, all other character names used are fictional.

Word Count: 9.7k

Masterlist for The CEO Collision

The grand ballroom of the Signiel Hotel was an epitome of elegance. Towering chandeliers bathed the room in golden light, illuminating the clusters of influential figures in healthcare and technology. Conversations hummed in the air, accompanied by the occasional clinking of glasses and laughter.

You stepped into the hall, your maroon blazer and tailored trousers cutting a sharp silhouette. You carried yourself with the poise expected of a CEO, even as the weight of the weekend’s unresolved tension lingered in the back of your mind.

The event organizer greeted you with a warm smile as you approached. “Ms. Kim, welcome! We’re thrilled you could join us. Your keynote has already stirred a lot of excitement.”

You returned the smile with a nod. “Thank you. It’s an honor to be part of such an esteemed gathering.”

As you exchanged pleasantries, a flicker of movement from across the room caught your eye. Your chest tightened when you realized who it was.

Seonghwa.

He stood near a group of executives, his presence effortlessly commanding attention. The navy suit he wore seemed almost too perfect, as if he had been sculpted to fit the very image of a polished CEO. His hair was neatly styled, his expression calm, and yet the sharp edge of his gaze reminded you of how easily he could unravel your composure. You forced yourself to look away, turning your attention back to the organizer and engaging in small talk with other attendees.

The conference was in full swing when you found yourself at one of the refreshment stations, a glass of sparkling water in hand. You had been navigating conversations all morning, but the weight of Seonghwa’s presence never left your periphery.

“Ms. Kim Y/N,” a smooth, familiar voice broke through the din, sending a ripple of unease down your spine.

You turned, finding Seonghwa standing a few feet away, a neutral expression on his face that did little to hide the intensity in his eyes.

“Mr. Park,” you said, keeping your tone even. “I didn’t realize Byeol Materials Group was participating in this conference.”

“We’re presenting on the new technologies we’re developing during the afternoon panel,” he replied, his gaze steady. “I assume you’re delivering the keynote?”

“I am,” you confirmed, lifting your glass to take a measured sip. You refused to let him see how his presence unsettled you, especially after what had happened on Friday night.

The hum of voices around you faded into the background as the tension between you and Seonghwa thickened. His presence had a way of throwing you off balance, though you fought hard to maintain your composure. “Let’s not make this personal,” you said quietly, leaning in just enough to ensure only he could hear you. “There’s too much media here for any drama.”

His lips curved into the faintest smirk. “I wasn’t aware I was being dramatic. But if you say so.”

You shot him a pointed look, but before you could respond, a familiar voice interrupted.

“Ms. Kim, Mr. Park,” the event organizer chimed in cheerfully. “The media would love to capture a few shots of you both together as you attended the same university.”

Your stomach flipped. You hesitated for only a fraction of a second before stepping forward, fully aware of the eyes and cameras trained on you. Seonghwa, ever the picture of confidence, moved to stand beside you. “Shall we, Ms. Kim?” he said, his tone unreadable.

You forced a professional smile as the cameras clicked, capturing the two of you side by side. The flashes felt like a spotlight on the unspoken tension, the memories of Friday night simmering just beneath the surface.

As the photographers thanked you and dispersed, Seonghwa leaned in slightly, his voice low and quiet enough for only you to hear. “Careful, Y/N. You might just get used to being by my side.”

You didn’t respond, instead stepping away with a polite nod to the organizer and heading toward the next group of attendees. But his words lingered, unsettling and infuriating all at once.

The conference hall’s grand stage gleamed under the soft spotlight as the emcee’s voice filled the room. “And now, we’ll begin the much-anticipated showcase segment. Some of the most influential figures in the industry are here to present their groundbreaking work.”

Polite applause followed. You smoothed your blazer and checked the time, knowing your turn was coming. From the agenda, you’d noted Seonghwa was presenting before you.

“First, please welcome Mr. Park Seonghwa, CEO of Byeol Materials Group.”

The applause swelled as Seonghwa strode to the stage with his signature confidence, the tailored lines of his suit emphasizing his poised demeanor. You watched, arms crossed, trying to ignore the sudden quickening of your pulse.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his voice smooth and commanding, “Byeol Materials Group has been at the forefront of supplying essential components for the medical field. Today, I’m proud to unveil our latest innovation—nanostructured alloys designed to enhance the durability and efficiency of surgical instruments.”

The screen behind him lit up with sleek graphics, detailing the intricate design of the materials. He explained their applications in minimally invasive surgeries and how they reduced wear and tear over time. The room buzzed with interest.

“Furthermore,” Seonghwa continued, “our alloys are 30% lighter than current industry standards, making them easier for surgeons to handle during long procedures. Our goal has always been to empower the medical community with tools that improve patient outcomes.”

He finished with a confident smile, and the applause was thunderous. You couldn’t deny his charisma or the quality of the work Byeol Materials had achieved. It was a shame that his company was struggling despite the quality work they produce.

As he stepped off the stage, his gaze found yours in the crowd. His expression was unreadable, but you refused to let it rattle you.

After a couple more people pitched their products, it was your turn. “And now,” the emcee announced, “please welcome Ms. Kim Y/N, CEO of Aurum Medical Technologies.”

You walked onto the stage, your heels clicking against the polished floor. The room was silent, expectant. Taking a deep breath, you stepped up to the podium and smiled. “Good afternoon, everyone,” you began, your voice steady. “At Aurum Medical Technologies, we believe that innovation should always serve the people who need it most. Today, I’m excited to introduce our latest device: the VITRA-Scan 360.”

The screen behind you came alive with visuals of a sleek, handheld device. “The VITRA-Scan 360 is a portable diagnostic tool designed for rural and underserved areas. It combines ultrasound, X-ray, and thermal imaging into one compact unit, making it easier for healthcare providers to make accurate diagnoses without the need for large, expensive machinery.”

You noticed some members of the audience leaning forward, intrigued. “This device operates on solar power, ensuring functionality even in areas with inconsistent electricity. It’s lightweight, affordable, and, most importantly, accessible.”

Your voice warmed as you spoke about the pilot program in remote areas and the lives already improved by the device. You finished with a confident smile. “Our mission at Aurum is simple: to make advanced healthcare available to everyone, everywhere.”

The applause was louder than you’d expected, and you felt a rush of pride. As you stepped down, you caught Seonghwa watching you from his table, his expression unreadable.

Later, as the attendees mingled, you were approached by a journalist. “Ms. Y/N, your presentation was truly inspiring. How do you see Aurum and Byeol collaborating in the future, given the synergy between your device and their materials?”

You froze for a fraction of a second before answering smoothly. “Our companies have always shared a commitment to innovation in healthcare. If an opportunity arises for collaboration, I’m sure we’d both consider it carefully.”

Seonghwa, who had been nearby, joined the conversation effortlessly. “I couldn’t agree more,” he said, his tone perfectly diplomatic. “It’s always a pleasure seeing Aurum’s work align with industry advancements.”

The journalist beamed. “That’s fantastic to hear. Thank you both.”

As they left, Seonghwa turned to you with a slight smirk. “That sounded convincing.”

You raised an eyebrow. “It’s called professionalism, Seonghwa. You should try it sometime.”

His chuckle was low, almost amused. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Before you could respond, someone else pulled you into another conversation, but the tension between you and Seonghwa lingered, crackling like a live wire in the air.

As the conference continued, you found yourself navigating the various discussions and networking opportunities, but your mind kept returning to Seonghwa. Every time you caught sight of him, you couldn’t ignore the undercurrent of tension between the two of you. The forced pleasantries were getting more difficult to maintain, but you had learned to be professional above all else.

During a brief break, you found yourself standing by the refreshments table, absently swirling a glass of water. Your thoughts drifted to the words he had said earlier in the day—“You might just get used to being by my side.” The audacity of it still burned, but something else stirred in you too. A vague curiosity, maybe, or the faintest trace of regret.

You didn’t want to think about it.

-x-x-x-

The following morning, as you sat in your office going over emails and reviewing the updates on the VITRA-Scan project, Nari walked in holding her phone with a slightly amused expression.

“Ms. Y/N, you might want to take a look at this,” she said, a hint of a smile playing at her lips.

You frowned. “What’s this about?”

She handed you her phone, and you saw the headline of an article displayed clearly on the screen.

"CEO Kim Y/N and CEO Park Seonghwa: Serving the Healthcare Industry and Serving Looks"

Your heart sank a little. It wasn’t just a professional headline—it was as if they were already making assumptions about something personal. You read the first few lines.

"At the prestigious Healthcare Conference held this past weekend in Seoul, CEO Kim Y/N of Aurum Medical Technologies, a subsidiary company under her family’s conglomerate, Celestia Croup, and CEO Park Seonghwa of Byeol Materials Group not only made waves with their innovative presentations, but also sparked speculation about the future of their companies. With both companies focused on advancing medical technology, the collaboration between them seems like a natural next step."

So far, so good. Just business, as expected. But then the tone shifted, and your stomach tightened.

"However, the most talked-about part of the event wasn’t just their companies’ potential collaboration. The chemistry between the two CEOs was impossible to ignore. Industry experts are already buzzing about the possibility of a personal connection beyond the professional one. While neither Kim Y/N nor Park Seonghwa have commented on their relationship, their interactions at the event seemed to suggest there’s more than meets the eye."

You rolled your eyes. The media was already spinning stories based on the brief moments you and Seonghwa had shared. The article went on:

"Sources have hinted at the growing bond between the two CEOs. Both have shared interest in shaping the future of the medical field. It is widely known that Kim Y/N’s twin brother, Kim Hongjoong, Vice Chairman of Celestia Group, is best friends with Park Seonghwa for many years, and the twins and Park Seonghwa attended the same high school and university for their bachelor’s and master’s degrees. Despite their obvious success, they’ve remained largely private about their personal lives, fueling speculation that a union between them could not only change the future of healthcare but could also create a power couple the business world has yet to see."

The article continued to speculate about the chemistry, the potential for collaboration, and even touched on the possibility of future announcements—though no engagement was explicitly mentioned. But still, you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. This was so far from reality, and yet here it was, being portrayed as something much bigger.

You passed the phone back to Nari. “This is ridiculous. Just because Seonghwa and I talk doesn’t mean we’re some... power couple.”

She raised an eyebrow. "Well, it doesn’t not mean that. The media is always looking for a narrative, Ms. Y/N. And honestly, you two do make a lot of sense, business-wise. But I know you're not exactly thrilled about them connecting the dots personally."

You rubbed your forehead. “It's just—why can't they focus on the business? We literally spent hours talking about our companies and the future of medical technology. But instead, they’re already making us out to be something we’re not.”

Nari was quiet for a moment, clearly choosing her words carefully. “I get it. But you know how it works. You're in the spotlight now, and they’re going to keep coming back to this. Whether you like it or not, they see two powerful CEOs, and it’s hard for them not to imagine what that could mean beyond the boardroom.”

You sighed heavily, feeling the weight of everything. "But it's not like that. Not for me, anyway. Not yet."

“Well, whatever happens, just remember that you’ve got control over how you let all of this affect you,” Nari said, offering you a reassuring smile. "You're in charge of your own narrative. They can speculate all they want, but at the end of the day, it's your life."

You nodded, trying to shake off the frustration. “Yeah, you're right. I just wish they'd focus on the real story—the work, the innovation. Not whatever this other story they’ve invented is.”

Nari chuckled lightly. "Well, you're certainly giving them something to talk about. I can’t imagine how they would react when your families announce your engagement."

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Yeah, and I’m sure I’ll be hearing about it for the weeks.”

-

Seonghwa sat at his sleek, modern desk, scanning through reports when a ping interrupted his concentration. It was a news notification, and his eyes immediately went to the headline:

"CEO Kim Y/N and CEO Park Seonghwa: Serving the Healthcare Industry and Serving Looks"

He arched an eyebrow and clicked the link, his lips curling into a smirk as he read through the article. The write-up was as expected—professional at first, but it didn’t take long for the media to start speculating. About you both. He could already feel a hint of satisfaction stirring in his chest. Despite how much he tried to keep things strictly business between him and you, the media always had a way of making things look more... personal.

His secretary and close friend, Wooyoung, who had been in the corner of the office, immediately caught wind of the article as well. Wooyoung’s loud voice broke the silence. "Ooooh, what’s this?" Wooyoung’s grin was almost too wide, and Seonghwa barely managed to suppress an eye-roll. “Is that you and Y/N, CEO Park? Looking mighty cozy there."

Seonghwa, still amused by the article, leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the desk. "Seems like the press is already shipping us, huh?"

Wooyoung bounced over to him, peering at the screen. "Look at that—chemistry between you two. They’re practically writing a love story for you." He chuckled, crossing his arms. “Should I start calling her ‘Mrs. Park Y/N’ now?”

Seonghwa snorted softly, glancing at Wooyoung, who was holding back a teasing grin. “I’ve always told you, Woo, the press knows how to spin everything. We’re both CEOs, working together on important projects. There’s nothing more to it.”

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Right, right. Nothing but pure business, like as if your parents didn’t ask for her hand in marriage.” He leaned in a bit closer. “But the way you’re looking at that photo—if it were up to me, I’d say you’re enjoying the attention.”

Seonghwa didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he zoomed in on the picture from the conference, both of you standing next to one another, engaged in a conversation that looked way too intimate to the public eye. He couldn't help but admire how you looked together—professionally, yes, but also with undeniable chemistry that he hadn’t exactly planned on showing. Still, he couldn’t deny a small part of him liked it.

In a swift movement, he took a screenshot of the picture. Wooyoung caught the action immediately.

"No way,” Wooyoung grinned. “You’re actually saving it?”

Seonghwa shot him a look. "What do you think? She’s my future wife… hopefully."

Wooyoung gasped in dramatic disbelief. “No way! Are you serious?” He burst into laughter, holding his stomach. “That’s the ultimate flex, Seonghwa. You’ve officially entered the 'power couple' territory. Are you going to print out that picture and hang it in your office next?”

Seonghwa, leaning back in his chair, tried to keep a straight face, but there was an amused glint in his eyes. “You should be thanking me. You’re getting free entertainment for the day.”

Wooyoung snorted, still chuckling. “I’m starting to think this might not just be business anymore. Maybe the CEO Park I know is finally catching feelings.”

Seonghwa shot him a smirk. "Or maybe you're just reading too much into it, Wooyoung. It's just a picture, and I’m just... appreciating the good press."

Wooyoung shook his head, clearly not buying it. "I think you’re doing a little more than appreciating the press, but hey, I’m not judging. At least you’re consistent, man." He gave Seonghwa a knowing wink before heading to the door. “You just wait. The media's going to have a field day with you two soon.”

Seonghwa didn't respond right away, still staring at the picture on his screen. The phone buzzed, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw a message from you flash across the screen.

"Let’s keep it professional for now, CEO Park."

He smiled to himself before typing a quick reply, “Always.”

Wooyoung had a point, though. Whether he liked it or not, things between him and you were no longer just about business; honestly, it never really was. But that didn't mean he'd make any rash moves. For now, he was content to let the media do their thing. After all, they had no idea just how complicated things truly were.

But the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips told a different story.

---

The sunlight pierced through the curtains, gently waking you from a deep slumber. You groggily opened your eyes, the remnants of sleep clouding your mind. As you stretched beneath the covers, a vague memory clung to you, lingering like a faint echo. Something… someone had been on your mind in the night. The confusion immediately hit you, and you rubbed your temples as if to shake the feeling away.

But the lingering sensations—those weren’t just in your head. They were visceral.

Your breath hitched slightly as the fragments of a dream started to piece together. The image of Seonghwa, naked, his hands on you, his lips brushing against yours in a way that was both tender and desperate. The way his body pressed against yours, his warmth enveloping you. You could almost feel it now, the rush of heat in your veins, the dizzying effect of his touch, the sense of his presence so close to yours...

You groaned, feeling the unmistakable heat rising in your body. You didn’t want to admit it, but the dream had been... real. Far too real for comfort as you felt your panties sticking to your folds.

You quickly sat up, throwing the blankets off your legs and rubbing your face with both hands, trying to clear your mind. "Get a grip," you muttered to yourself, voice strained. But no matter how hard you tried, the images from the dream wouldn’t fade. The sensation of his lips, the sound of his voice close to your ear, the way he had made you feel... everything still felt too vivid.

You cursed under your breath, moving quickly to your bathroom, trying to steady your racing thoughts. Your pulse was erratic, and you couldn’t tell whether it was from the lingering effects of the dream or from the anxiety of it all.

You splashed water on your face, hoping the coolness would wake you up properly. But the truth settled in like a heavy weight on your chest—you couldn't just shake it off. You couldn't ignore the pull Seonghwa had on you, no matter how much you resented it.

But why now? Why this dream? It was too much, too soon. You had barely begun to process the complexities of your situation—your possible engagement, your strained relationship with him, the pressure from your families, everything. You weren’t supposed to be thinking about him this way. You weren’t supposed to feel this… confused.

Taking a deep breath, you looked at your reflection in the mirror, trying to steady yourself. "Get it together, Y/N," you whispered, almost as if trying to convince yourself. But in the pit of your stomach, a flicker of warmth still burned, and you hated that it felt so real.

As you finished getting ready for the day, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed. You couldn’t ignore the way your body still hummed with the remnants of the dream. And the fact that you had wanted him, even in that dream… Well, that made things even more complicated than before.

You made your way downstairs, still feeling the effects of the wet dream that had stirred something inside you earlier. Your body still hummed with a mix of confusion and desire, and you tried to push the thoughts out of your mind as you entered the dining room.

But as soon as you stepped in, you froze.

There, sitting at the table like it was the most natural thing in the world, was Seonghwa. He was casually sipping his coffee, and the way he licked his lips after taking a slow sip had your pulse racing immediately. It was a simple, almost unconscious movement, but in your current state, it was enough to send a ripple of heat through your body.

You tried to keep your expression neutral, but it was hard to ignore the flood of memories from the dream that came rushing back. The image of his lips, so close and yet so far, felt too real. Your mouth went dry as you blinked rapidly, trying to shake the lingering thoughts.

"Good morning, Y/N," your father greeted you warmly, though it did little to ease the discomfort settling in your stomach. "We’re having a light breakfast before we head out for the day. Seonghwa’s joining us for a meeting, so we thought we’d talk over breakfast."

Your brother, Hongjoong, flashed you a playful grin from across the table. "Nothing to worry about, though. It’s all business today."

You nodded absently, trying to focus on the mundane, but your gaze flickered back to Seonghwa. He was still drinking his coffee, completely unaware of the effect he was having on you. Or maybe he wasn’t—maybe he knew, and he was enjoying the power he had over your thoughts. His eyes met yours for a brief moment, and for a split second, it felt like everything else faded away.

You turned away quickly, moving to the counter to pour yourself some coffee, hoping to regain some composure.

Seonghwa cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "It’s a busy day ahead," he said calmly, his voice smooth, just like it always was. "Hongjoong and I have a meeting with an investor soon."

Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. "I see," you replied, forcing yourself to focus on something—anything—other than him. But his presence was overwhelming and every small movement he made seemed to draw your attention like a magnet.

You felt Hongjoong's eyes on you, noticing the way you stiffened. "You alright, Y/N?" he asked, his tone teasing, but there was concern in his voice. "You seem distracted."

You quickly recovered. "Yeah, just tired," you said, avoiding his gaze. You could feel Seonghwa’s eyes on you again, but you refused to look up, even though the energy between you two was thick with something unspoken.

Your mother, oblivious to the undercurrent of tension, smiled warmly. "Well, it’s good to have everyone together this morning. Seonghwa, it’s been a while since we had breakfast with you."

Seonghwa simply smiled, his lips curving just enough to be polite but not enough to hide the playfulness in his eyes. "It’s nice to start the day with a meal like this." He glanced at you then, and there was something in the way his gaze lingered that made your breath catch in your throat.

You quickly grabbed your bag from the counter, desperate to escape the building tension. "I should head out soon," you said, not looking at anyone in particular. "Lots to do."

Seonghwa gave you a knowing look, the smallest hint of a smirk pulling at his lips as he leaned back in his chair. "I’m sure you’re busy," he said, voice smooth and quiet.

You barely held back the shiver that ran down your spine. Without another word, you turned on your heel and quickly made your way to the door, feeling his eyes follow you as you left.

-

You walked into your office, trying to shake off the tension from the morning. The elevator ride had felt like an eternity, every second of silence making your thoughts feel more overwhelming. But as soon as you entered your office, the sight of Yeri sitting on your desk made you pause.

She was grinning mischievously, a cup of coffee in hand, clearly waiting for you. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she teased, her voice high and full of energy. "I thought you'd be late after your little... 'adventure' this past week."

You froze for a moment, caught off guard. Then, the memory of Yeosang's birthday party flashed before your eyes—the balcony, the almost-kiss, the strange, unexpected pull toward Seonghwa. Your face heated up, and before you could stop yourself, everything came rushing out.

"I had a dream about him, Yeri. A wet dream," you blurted, hands shaking as you quickly closed the door behind you. "About Seonghwa."

Yeri’s eyes widened, her coffee cup freezing halfway to her mouth. "Wait, what? You what?" she gasped, her voice rising in excitement. "Tell me everything."

You rubbed your temples, feeling the familiar flush creeping up your neck. You had no idea why you were telling her this, but it was like the floodgates had opened, and now everything was spilling out. "I don’t even know how it happened, but I woke up all… hot and bothered." You groaned, sinking into your chair, unable to stop yourself. "And now all I can think about is him. His lips. His touch. Everything. And he joined my family for breakfast today and I just… ugh, I don’t know!"

Yeri’s eyes sparkled with amusement. She set her coffee down on the desk and slid over to the chair next to you. "Oh my god," she muttered, trying to hold back her laughter. "You’ve got it bad, huh? I mean, really bad."

"I don’t know what’s happening," you admitted, feeling a mix of frustration and embarrassment. "It’s so confusing. I’ve hated him for years, but now? After all this time? I just…" You trailed off, burying your face in your hands. "I can’t stop thinking about kissing him, Yeri."

At that, Yeri burst out laughing, her voice echoing around the room. She couldn’t help herself, her playful teasing turning into full-blown amusement. "Oh my god, you want to kiss him? The same Seonghwa who you’ve been at odds with for ages?!" She was practically squealing with excitement. "This is so much better than I ever expected! The CEO tension is real! I mean, he’s already been in your pants before too."

You groaned, hiding your face behind your hands. "I don’t even know what to do with myself. It’s like I want to strangle him and kiss him at the same time. And every time I see him, I get this strange pull—like something’s drawing me to him."

Yeri leaned in closer, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, I think you know exactly what you want. Don’t tell me you’re going to keep playing this game of pretending you don’t feel anything." She raised an eyebrow. "Just give in already. He obviously wants you too."

You stared at her in disbelief. "Yeri, do you even know what you’re saying? We’re supposed to be engaged for business reasons, not because we like each other."

"Oh, please," she said, waving a hand dismissively. "Everyone knows there’s something more than business going on here. You and Seonghwa are playing a dangerous game. You’re already half in love with him. You had feelings for him before, I’m not surprised how easy it is for you this time."

Your heart skipped a beat at her words, and for a brief moment, you wondered if she was right. Could it be that simple? Could you really be falling for him despite everything?

Before you could reply, Yeri was already bouncing in her seat, practically vibrating with excitement. "You’re totally falling for him again! You just haven’t realized it yet."

You rolled your eyes, but the truth was, her words hit too close to home. The feeling in your chest wasn’t just confusion or attraction. It was something deeper, something you had been ignoring for too long.

"I don’t know, Yeri. This is all so messed up," you admitted, feeling your heart race at the thought of Seonghwa.

Yeri gave you a wink, clearly relishing the situation. "You’ve got this, Y/N. Just remember, if you need any advice, I’m your girl. We’ll make sure Seonghwa doesn’t get away."

You leaned back in your chair, still trying to sort through your feelings. “Yeah, I guess so,” you muttered, your mind already a swirl of conflicting emotions.

A notification on your phone went off and you quickly took a glance at it.

Seonghwa: Would you like to have dinner with me at my place tonight?

Your eyes widened a bit, and your heart skipped a beat. "Oh my god, Yeri, he just asked me to come over for dinner."

Yeri chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "So you’ll be alone with him?"

"Actually, I’m not sure, since he lives with his parents too," you replied, typing your response to Seonghwa, your fingers trembling slightly as you tried to act cool.

You: With your parents?

Seonghwa replied almost instantly.

Seonghwa: I’m not sure if they would be joining us, but most likely they will. Depends on when they get back from their golf trip. Why? Would you rather be alone with me?

You could feel your cheeks heating up at the question. The implications of what he was suggesting didn’t escape you. Yeri leaned in, her smirk widening as she watched your face flush.

“Y/N, I swear. If you don’t go, I will personally drag you to his house myself,” Yeri teased, nudging you playfully.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. "This is ridiculous. Why does he always have to make everything sound... so complicated?"

“Complicated?” Yeri leaned back, clearly enjoying your dilemma. "More like exciting, right?"

You groaned inwardly, but the more you thought about it, the more you realized how true it was. There was something undeniably exciting about the prospect of being alone with Seonghwa. After everything that had happened, the tension between you two was palpable. Your dream, the awkward moments at work, and now this dinner invitation... everything felt like it was building up to something.

Yeri’s voice broke through your thoughts. “Just text him already. I know you want to.”

You stared at the screen of your phone for a long moment, then, against your better judgment, you typed a reply.

You: I’m fine with that. I’ll see you tonight then.

You hit send, your breath catching as you realized you had just agreed to dinner with Seonghwa—alone, at his place.

Yeri was grinning ear to ear. “There we go. This is going to be so interesting.”

Your heart thudded in your chest, a mixture of anticipation and nerves swirling inside you. What the hell was going to happen tonight?

-

The large dining room was warmly lit, the soft glow of chandeliers casting a gentle light over the table. The meal was simple but delicious—a homemade feast, rich in flavors and variety. Seonghwa sat at the head of the table, looking effortlessly composed as usual. His parents, both welcoming and kind, chatted with you like they had known you for years.

Seonghwa's mom, a woman with a calm and gentle demeanor, smiled at her son. "You really outdid yourself, Seonghwa," she said, her voice full of admiration. "This dinner is lovely."

You blinked in surprise, glancing between her and Seonghwa. "Wait, you cooked all of this?" you asked, unable to hide your disbelief.

Seonghwa shot you a subtle, almost shy smile. "I did. Not all of it cause I did not have much time, but I prepared most of the dishes," he replied, a proud glint in his eyes. "I’ve always liked to cook."

You couldn’t believe it. With all the resources and staff available to him, you had assumed the meal had been prepared by one of their chefs. But here he was, cooking for his family, and doing it with ease.

His dad, a tall man with a warm smile, chuckled beside you. "It’s true," he said, his voice full of pride. "Seonghwa prefers to do things himself. He even insisted on cleaning his own room when he was younger. Wouldn’t let the staff near it. Even today, he cleans his own room."

You raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Really? You clean your own room?" you asked, amused. Seonghwa simply shrugged, looking slightly embarrassed but not apologetic.

"Guess I’m a little... particular about how things are done," he said, his gaze briefly flickering to you. "I like to have control over the little things."

His mother laughed softly, shaking her head fondly. "He’s always been that way," she said. "Even now, if there’s something wrong in the house, he’ll be the one to fix it."

It was a side of Seonghwa you had never seen before. The CEO who exuded confidence and power, yet here he was, a man who took pride in doing his own work—whether it was cooking or keeping his personal space organized.

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a little more at ease in this warm, homey environment. "I’m impressed," you admitted, lifting your glass of wine. "I had no idea you were like this. Hongjoong has never said a word to me."

Seonghwa’s smile softened, and for a moment, he looked less like a CEO and more like someone who was simply enjoying the company of his family and friends. "I try to keep things balanced," he said quietly, meeting your gaze for a moment before turning back to his parents. "I think it helps me stay grounded."

The rest of dinner continued with light-hearted conversation, and though you still felt the awkwardness between you and Seonghwa lingering, it slowly began to dissipate. His parents were warm and engaging, and Seonghwa, despite his usual guarded demeanor, seemed comfortable, as though he truly enjoyed the time spent with his family and you.

As the meal came to an end, Seonghwa’s mother insisted on serving dessert that their chef was currently preparing, and you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the hospitality. "Thank you for having me over," you said to Seonghwa’s parents, your voice sincere. "This has been really nice."

Seonghwa's mother smiled softly, setting down her wine glass as she looked over at you. "We’re always so happy to have you. Also, would you like to see the library until dessert arrives? It’s one of my favorite places in the house," she said with a gentle tone. "It’s quite beautiful, and Seonghwa’s been wanting to show it to you."

You blinked in surprise, glancing at Seonghwa. His expression was unreadable, but his lips curled into a small, polite smile. "I’d be happy to show you," he said, standing up from the table, gesturing for you to follow.

Seonghwa’s mom beamed, clearly pleased. "I’m sure you’ll love it," she added, her eyes twinkling. "Take your time."

You nodded and followed Seonghwa, leaving the dining room behind. The warmth of the house, the pleasant scent of the meal still lingering in the air, gave everything a homely feel. As you walked down the hallway, you couldn’t help but admire the house’s interior—elegantly furnished, with an air of comfort and sophistication.

You arrived at a grand set of double doors at the end of the hallway. Seonghwa pushed them open, revealing a large, quiet space. The library was nothing short of spectacular when he switched the lights on.

It was a room filled with towering bookshelves, each one neatly organized and brimming with books of all kinds. Soft, dim golden light spilled from the chandeliers overhead, creating a peaceful, inviting atmosphere. You could see why his mother loved it here—it was a perfect blend of elegance and tranquility.

"This is beautiful," you said, stepping into the room, your voice softer now as you took in the surroundings. The scent of old books mixed with the faintest hint of polished wood, and the sheer size of the library was awe-inspiring.

Seonghwa gave a small nod, his eyes scanning the room before settling back on you. "It’s my mom’s favorite place. She spends a lot of time here when she wants to relax," he explained, his voice calm, almost wistful.

You ran your fingers along the spines of the books as you walked past them, feeling the weight of history in each one. "Do you spend much time here, too?" you asked, glancing back at Seonghwa.

He paused for a moment before nodding, his expression thoughtful. "I used to, when I had more time. But lately, it’s been harder to find the time to sit and read for hours." He walked over to a section of the room, gesturing for you to follow. "I come in here when I need to clear my head. It’s quiet and I like the dim lights."

As you followed him, you noticed a few family photos scattered around the room on small tables—pictures of Seonghwa as a child, with his parents, and some even with his friends. It was strange seeing him in such a different light, outside the role of the CEO or the enigmatic, aloof businessman you were used to.

"You’ve got a lot of history here," you remarked, turning to him as you looked at one of the photos. "It’s nice."

Seonghwa’s gaze lingered on the photo for a moment before he turned back to you, his expression softening slightly. "It is," he agreed quietly. "My parents have always valued family... even in the midst of everything else."

You nodded, feeling the weight of his words. There was a vulnerability in his voice that you hadn’t heard before, a side of him that was far from the powerful CEO. It made you see him in a new light, one that made everything between you feel even more complicated.

"You can take a look around," Seonghwa said, breaking the silence. "There’s no rush."

You smiled, appreciating his hospitality, and began to wander further into the library. It felt like a space where time slowed down, where the outside world couldn’t touch you. As you moved along the shelves, you spotted a beautiful leather-bound collection of books on medical technology and advancements, which caught your attention.

“Is this yours?” you asked, and he nodded. "I didn’t know you were into this," you said, pulling one of the books out and flipping through it. "I figured you were more into business."

Seonghwa chuckled softly, walking over to stand beside you. "I’m interested in a lot of things. Medical technology has always fascinated me—especially with the work we do at Byeol Materials. I think it’s important to understand the field, even if it’s not my main focus."

You glanced up at him, surprised by the depth of his knowledge and interest. There was so much more to him than you had originally thought.

"It’s rare to find someone who has such a broad perspective," you said, your voice a little softer now. "Most people focus only on their own lane."

He met your gaze, his expression slightly more open. "I believe in understanding as much as I can," he said quietly. "The more you know, the more you can contribute."

You both stood in comfortable silence for a moment, the connection between you growing stronger, yet still laced with an undercurrent of tension that neither of you had fully addressed.

You wandered through the library, your fingers gliding along the spines of the books. The smell of aged paper mixed with wood polish filled the air, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. The room was beautiful, but your focus wavered, your mind still replaying the dinner conversation and the glances Seonghwa had been throwing your way all evening.

One book title caught your eye on the top shelf, its gold lettering glinting softly in the dim light. You stood on your tiptoes, reaching for it, but it was just out of your grasp. Frustrated, you stretched further, only to feel a presence behind you—warm, solid, and far too close.

“Need some help?” Seonghwa’s deep voice murmured against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

You didn’t turn right away, your breath hitching as his scent enveloped you. Slowly, you looked over your shoulder to see him towering behind you, his arm reaching past you to effortlessly grab the book. His other hand came to rest on the shelf beside your head, caging you in.

“Seems like you’re always in situations where you need saving,” he teased, his voice low and dripping with amusement.

You turned fully, your body brushing against his, your chin tilting up to meet his gaze. “I didn’t ask for your help, but I’ll take it,” you replied, your tone laced with challenge.

His lips curved into a faint smirk as he handed you the book, but you didn’t take it right away. Instead, you let your fingers brush deliberately against his, holding his gaze, which had darkened with something unspoken.

“You know,” you said, your voice soft but daring, “I’m starting to think you enjoy being the hero.”

Seonghwa tilted his head slightly, his smirk deepening. “Maybe I just enjoy you being in situations where I can step in.”

Your heart raced, the tension between you thick and electric. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the intensity of his stare pinning you in place. Boldness surged through you, fueled by the charged atmosphere and the heat you felt in your pants. You reached up, placing your hand lightly on his chest, your fingers grazing the fabric of his loose black t-shirt.

“Always so sure of yourself,” you murmured, your voice dropping as you leaned in just a fraction, enough to feel the whisper of his breath on your skin. “It’s almost unfair.”

He inhaled sharply, his gaze flicking to your lips before locking onto your eyes. “Careful, Y/N,” he said, his voice tight, controlled, but laced with something dangerous. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Maybe I like the heat,” you countered, your fingers curling slightly into his shirt.

For a moment, he didn’t move, his eyes searching yours as if he were debating something. Then, he lowered his head, bringing his lips achingly close to yours, but not quite touching. “You really want to do this?” he asked, his voice a husky whisper. “It will only get hotter from here.”

You tilted your head, your lips barely grazing his, your voice dropping to a provocative whisper. “I do,” you said, letting the challenge linger in the charged air between you. Your hand moved down his chest, the heat of his body seeping through the thin fabric of his shirt, until it hovered near the waistband of his pants.

Before you could take it further, Seonghwa’s larger hand caught yours, his grip firm but electrifying. In a swift motion, he laced his fingers with yours and pinned your hand against the bookshelf, his body pressing into yours as the tension finally snapped. Without hesitation, his lips crashed against yours, a blend of frustration and unrestrained desire pouring into the kiss.

The book you had been holding slipped from your other hand, hitting the floor with a dull thud, but you didn’t care. Your free hand snaked around his neck, fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair as you pulled him closer. He responded with equal intensity, his free arm wrapping around your waist to press you firmly against the shelves, as if he couldn’t bear even a fraction of space between you.

The kiss deepened, a heady mix of heat and urgency, leaving no room for hesitation or second-guessing. His lips moved against yours with a confidence that made your knees weak, and when he bit down gently on your lower lip, a quiet gasp escaped you, making him smirk against your mouth.

Breaking the kiss just enough to look at you, his breath came in short, shallow bursts, his dark eyes locked onto yours. “You’re dangerous,” he murmured, his voice rough and dripping with raw emotion. “Do you even realize what you’re doing to me?”

Your chest heaved as you tried to steady your breathing, but the wicked grin on your lips betrayed your confidence. “I think I have an idea,” you replied, your voice teasing but breathless.

His gaze flicked to your lips once more, and for a second, you thought he might lose himself all over again. But then, as if some shred of restraint returned, he let out a frustrated sigh and leaned his forehead against yours.

“Y/N,” he started, his tone a mix of warning and longing, “fuck… if we don’t stop now, I won’t be able to.”

Your hand tightened around his neck, your lips brushing against his in a whisper of a kiss. “I don’t want to stop.” For a moment, the world stood still as he processed your words, his restraint hanging by a thread. Then, with a low growl that sent shivers down your spine, Seonghwa closed the gap between you again, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was hungrier, hotter, and more desperate than before.

His hand trailed up your back, pulling you impossibly closer, while his other hand slid along your jawline, tilting your face to deepen the kiss. You responded with equal fervor, your fingers threading through his hair and tugging just enough to earn a low, guttural sound from him that made your stomach flip.

His lips left yours only to trail down your jaw and to your neck, leaving a searing path of heat in their wake. Your head tilted back instinctively, giving him better access as your breath hitched, a soft moan escaping your lips when he gently sucked on your skin, being careful to not leave a mark. Every kiss, every touch was filled with the unspoken tension that had built up over years, threatening to consume you both.

His hands gripped your hips, anchoring you against him, and you could feel his clothed hard dick press against your stomach. A sharp vibration broke through the haze, causing Seonghwa to groan against your skin. The spell shattered as his phone buzzed insistently in his pocket.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” he muttered under his breath, pressing his forehead to your shoulder for a brief second before fishing out his phone with one hand, while the other cupped your cheek, thumb gently rubbing your skin. He glanced at the screen, his jaw tightening when he saw the caller ID.

“Wooyoung… this better be good,” he answered the call, his voice low and rough, a mix of frustration and obligation. As he listened to his secretary, you couldn’t help but admire the sight of him—slightly disheveled hair, lips swollen from your kisses, his entire demeanor still radiating heat even as he handled business. It was a stark reminder of the duality he carried so effortlessly, and it made your heart race all over again.

“Okay, I’ll handle it in a bit, Woo,” he said curtly before hanging up, his gaze snapping back to you. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of what had just happened—and what had been interrupted—hanging heavily in the air.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, his voice softer now, tinged with regret. “That couldn’t wait.”

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the lingering tension. “It’s okay. Duty calls.”

His eyes lingered on you, conflicted but undeniably drawn. “This isn’t over,” he said, placing a soft kiss on your lips, his voice carrying a promise that sent a thrill through you.

“I’ll hold you to that,” you replied, your tone teasing but your heart hammering in your chest.

With that, he slipped his phone back into his pocket, straightening his shirt as he composed himself. “Let’s go before something else derails us.”

You nodded, following him out of the library, but the charged atmosphere between you remained. The walk back to the dining room was thick with tension. Neither of you said a word, but every glance, every brush of his hand against yours as you walked, felt loaded with unspoken words. The air was charged, your body still humming from the encounter in the library, and you couldn’t help but replay every moment in your mind.

When you entered the dining room, Seonghwa’s parents were still seated, chatting softly over dessert and wine. His mother’s eyes lit up as she saw the two of you, and she smiled warmly. “There you two are! I was beginning to think you’d gotten lost among the shelves.”

“Not at all,” Seonghwa replied smoothly, his voice back to its composed, professional tone. “I was just showing Y/N around. We got caught up in a few interesting finds.”

You nodded, managing a polite smile despite the fluttering in your chest. “Your library is incredible, Mrs. Park. I could spend days in there.”

Her smile widened with pride. “I’m so glad you think so. It’s always been my sanctuary, and I’m thrilled you enjoyed it.”

Seonghwa’s father leaned back in his chair, regarding the two of you with a curious glint in his eye. “It’s good to see you two getting along,” he said, his tone casual but carrying an undertone that made your cheeks flush. “It’ll make working together easier, I’m sure.”

Seonghwa cleared his throat subtly, stepping closer to you and resting a hand lightly on the back of your chair as he pulled it out for you to sit. The simple gesture felt protective, and you found yourself glancing up at him, only to meet his gaze for a fleeting moment before he turned to take his own seat, the glances noticed by his parents.

The conversation at the table shifted to business matters, with Mr. Park asking about Aurum Medical Technologies’ latest developments. You answered confidently, explaining your plans for expanding production and introducing new products to meet growing demand. The steady rhythm of professional talk helped calm your racing thoughts, though every now and then, you’d catch Seonghwa watching you, his gaze thoughtful and intense.

When dessert was finished, Mrs. Park rose from her seat. “I think this has been a lovely evening,” she said warmly. “Y/N, it was such a pleasure having you here. I do hope we’ll see more of you.”

“I’d like that,” you replied sincerely, standing to shake her hand. She surprised you by pulling you into a gentle hug instead, her affection catching you off guard but leaving you with a sense of comfort.

After saying your goodbyes, Seonghwa walked you to your car. The evening air seemed to thicken around you, amplifying the tension that had been simmering all night. Seonghwa stood close, his hands resting casually in his pockets, but his eyes betrayed something far less composed—a storm of emotions swirling just beneath the surface.

“Thanks for coming tonight,” he said softly, his voice low and sincere.

“Thanks for inviting me,” you replied, matching his tone. “Your parents are wonderful, and the dinner was... unexpectedly pleasant.”

His lips quirked into a faint smirk, and he stepped closer. “Unexpectedly pleasant? Should I be offended?”

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. “Let’s just say you have a knack for catching me off guard.”

“Good,” he murmured, his voice dipping lower. “I like keeping you on your toes.”

Before you could respond, Seonghwa reached out, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. The touch was light, almost tentative, but the intensity in his gaze was anything but. Your breath hitched as he leaned in, his movements slow, deliberate—giving you every chance to pull away.

But you didn’t.

Your back pressed against the cool surface of your car as Seonghwa closed the distance between you, his hand sliding to cup your cheek. His lips found yours in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened, his other hand bracing against the car door to trap you in place. Your hands instinctively moved to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as you melted into him, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and longing.

The kiss was intoxicating, every brush of his lips against yours igniting a fire that burned through every coherent thought in your mind. When he finally pulled back, both of you were breathing heavily, your faces just inches apart.

“Drive safe,” he said, his voice rough, his lips curling into a faint smirk that made your knees weak.

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breathing as you nodded.

His fingers lingered against your cheek for a moment longer before he stepped back, allowing you to open your car door. As you slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine, you couldn’t resist glancing at him one last time. He was still standing there, his hands in his pockets, watching you with an intensity that made your pulse race all over again.

As you drove away, the taste of him still lingering on your lips, one thought consumed your mind: you were in deep, and there was no turning back now.

Once your car was no longer in his view, Seonghwa headed back inside his family mansion, closing the front door behind him, running a hand through his hair as he exhaled. The kiss had left him exhilarated and on edge, his mind replaying the moment over and over. He turned toward the living room, only to freeze in his tracks at the sight of his parents seated on the couch, identical smirks plastered across their faces.

“Well, that looked... passionate,” his father remarked, folding his arms and leaning back against the couch.

Seonghwa groaned, his hand dragging down his face. “You were watching?”

His mother let out a soft laugh, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Not intentionally, dear. But you were right outside the window, and, well... it was hard to miss with a window this large.”

Seonghwa felt his ears heat up, and he turned away slightly, muttering, “It wasn’t... I mean, it’s not what it looked like?” his own words felt like a question because he didn’t know what to say.

His father raised a skeptical brow. “Really? Because it looked like you just kissed the woman you’ve been pretending not to care about.”

“Dad,” Seonghwa warned, though his tone lacked bite. He sank into the armchair across from them, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, fine… I like her. A lot. But I don’t know if she feels the same way.”

His mother’s expression softened instantly, and she leaned forward, resting her hand on his knee. “Seonghwa, I’ve seen the way she looks at you. There’s no way she doesn’t feel something.”

“Mom, you don’t know that,” he said quietly, his usual confidence faltering. “I hurt her multiple times before. I don’t even know if she’s forgiven me completely. We… never really spoke about the past.”

His mother shook her head, a gentle smile gracing her lips. “Trust me, Seonghwa. A woman doesn’t look at a man the way she looks at you unless she feels something deep. And Y/N is wonderful—strong, kind, and intelligent. You’d be a fool not to give this a real chance.”

His father chimed in with a nod. “She’s got a sharp mind, that one. Definitely someone who can keep up with you, maybe even outmatch you.” He grinned, clearly enjoying teasing his son. “You’d better not mess this up again.”

Seonghwa couldn’t help but smile despite himself. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Dad.”

His mother gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Just be honest with her, Seonghwa. Show her how much you care. If she’s the right one, and I know she is, it’ll work out.”

Seonghwa sat back, his thoughts drifting to you—your laugh, the spark in your eyes when you teased him, and the softness in your gaze when you thought he wasn’t looking. Maybe his mother was right. Maybe there was more between you than he dared to hope for.

“I hope you’re right,” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. But deep down, a part of him was already planning how he could win your heart completely.

End of Part Two.

[leibal]

The Retreat – Signiel Spa is a minimalist spa located in Seoul, South Korea designed by Teo Yang Studio. Blending traditional Korean design elements with contemporary touches, the design of the space draws inspiration from the word “아름다운” (areumdaun), which translates to beauty in Korean and is derived from the concept of “being the true self”.

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"Lee Je-hoon together with Lee Som will stand on the stage of 2023 Buil Film Awards this October 5th taking place in the Haeundae-gu Signiel, Busan. Before the official ceremony, both actors will be the first to walk the red carpet this year and will kick off the film awards in a flashing manner." (via Busan Ilbo)

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“Divorce with Hwang Jae-gyun” — Jiyeon in Tears at First Official Appearance

*Photo Source: Instagram, Written at the bottom of the image

 Hello, this is Awesomek! Today, I’m bringing you the latest updates on Tiara’s Jiyeon, who has been making headlines recently. I’ll be sharing some personal news as well as her appearance at a recent fan meeting. Let’s dive into the details!

1. Tiara’s 15th Anniversary Fan Meeting Attendance

 Tiara held a grand fan meeting in Macau to celebrate their 15th debut anniversary, and Jiyeon was there, joining her members on stage. They performed hit songs like “Roly-Poly” and “Sexy Love,” leaving fans deeply moved. The warm and friendly atmosphere among the members and their strong bond shone through the entire event. This fan meeting held a special meaning for Jiyeon. It was her first public appearance since announcing her divorce, yet she remained professional and showed that she still values her promises to fans. It was truly impressive.

2. Jiyeon and Hwang Jae-gyun’s Divorce News

 Recently, Jiyeon officially confirmed her divorce from baseball player Hwang Jae-gyun. The two reportedly decided to part ways to pursue different paths in life. While specific details like property division haven’t been disclosed, Hwang Jae-gyun’s past purchase of a 205.32m² unit at Lotte Signiel is currently listed at a price range of 7.7 billion to 10 billion KRW as of October. Jiyeon and Hwang Jae-gyun had been a beloved couple representing both the entertainment and sports industries for several years. We hope this decision brings positive changes for both of them moving forward.

3. Sharing Emotions with Fans

 During the fan meeting, Jiyeon’s candid emotional expressions caught the audience’s attention. While she kept a bright smile and connected with her members on stage, there were moments when she couldn’t hold back her tears. Although she tried to suppress them, the tears eventually fell, and fans cheered her on with shouts of “Don’t cry,” showing their unwavering support. It’s clear that the love and encouragement from fans were a great source of comfort for her. Let’s continue to support Jiyeon and the Tiara members as they move forward on their paths! Will you join us?

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Best 7-Star Hotels in the World: The Ultimate Guide to Unmatched Luxury

When it comes to unparalleled luxury and opulence, the 7-star hotels in the world stand in a league of their own. These extraordinary establishments redefine the concept of hospitality, offering guests an experience that transcends mere accommodation. From breathtaking architectural designs to world-class amenities, these hotels are a testament to extravagance.

One of the most iconic 7-star hotels is the Burj Al Arab in Dubai, often dubbed the "sail of the Arabian Gulf." This architectural marvel boasts lavish suites, personal butler service, and a helipad for those arriving in style. Equally impressive is the Emirates Palace in Abu Dhabi, where gold-plated interiors and private beaches offer guests a taste of royal luxury.

In Asia, the Pangu 7 Star Hotel in Beijing offers panoramic views of the Olympic Park, with interiors that blend traditional Chinese elements with modern luxury. The Signiel Seoul in South Korea, perched in the Lotte World Tower, is another gem, providing guests with stunning views of the cityscape and the Han River.

Europe is not left behind, with the Town House Galleria in Milan offering an exclusive experience in a historical setting. Meanwhile, in Switzerland, the Penthouse Suite at the Grand Resort Lagonissi, Athens, features a private beach and a heated pool, making it a true sanctuary of relaxation.

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[A Korean’s Take] ‘Signiel Seoul’ Korean Hotel Reviews – Analyzing the Lowest Prices!

Hello! I am your best Korean hotel assistant, HB (Hotel Boy).

Today, I will give you a detailed review of the “Signiel Seoul” Hotel(★★★★★ 5 Star) located in Songpa-gu, Seoul.

This luxury hotel is no stranger to my blog. In fact, I’ve previously featured it in my post titled ‘Traveling to Seoul: Top 10 Five-Star Hotels Loved by Koreans’.

Based on the experiences of a lot of Korean & Global users, I will provide you with a detailed hotel analysis that will easily sink into your eyes, ears, and mind.

And most importantly, I hope it will be helpful for your hotel selection and enjoyable trip to Korea.

Now, let’s get started!

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Esom to Host Buil Film Awards 2023 Solo After Lee Je Hoon’s Emergency Surgery

Esom and Lee Je Hoon were supposed to co-host the 32nd Buil Film Awards, but the latter had to withdraw due to health issues. Esom will now take on the challenge of hosting the prestigious event by herself, making history as the first solo female MC of the ceremony.

What Happened to Lee Je Hoon?

Lee Je Hoon, who starred with Esom in the hit drama “Taxi Driver”, was rushed to the hospital on October 1 after experiencing severe abdominal pain. He was diagnosed with ischemic colitis, a condition that causes inflammation and reduced blood flow in the colon. He underwent emergency surgery on October 2 and is currently recovering at the hospital.

(Photo : Lee Je Hoon Instagram) His agency, COMPANY ON, released a statement on October 3, confirming his absence from the Buil Film Awards and the Busan International Film Festival 2023, where he was scheduled to appear with Park Eun Bin for their movie “The Silent Sea”. - “We will have to watch the progress of his recovery, but he will probably have to be hospitalized for about a week,” the agency said. Fans and colleagues expressed their concern and support for Lee Je Hoon, wishing him a speedy recovery. - “I hope he gets well soon. He’s such a talented actor and a good person,” one fan commented. - “Lee Je Hoon, fighting! We’re waiting for you to come back healthy and happy,” another fan wrote. - “I’m so sorry to hear that. I hope he recovers quickly and smoothly. He’s one of my favorite actors,” a fellow actor said.

How Will Esom Handle the Hosting Duties?

Esom, who was originally paired with Lee Je Hoon as the MCs of the Buil Film Awards, will now host the event alone. The organizers decided not to replace Lee Je Hoon and instead entrusted Esom with the sole responsibility of leading the ceremony.

(Photo : Cosmopolitan Korea Official) Esom is known for her versatile acting skills and charming personality. She has appeared in various movies and dramas, such as “Scarlet Innocence”, “Microhabitat”, “Save Me 2”, and “Dr Cheon and Lost Talisman”. She has also won several awards, including Best Actress at the 39th Blue Dragon Film Awards for her role in “Microhabitat”. Esom expressed her gratitude and excitement for being chosen as the host of the Buil Film Awards. - “I’m honored and happy to be part of such a meaningful event. I’m also nervous because it’s my first time hosting an awards ceremony, especially by myself. But I’ll do my best to make it a memorable night for everyone,” she said. Esom also revealed that she had been preparing for the hosting gig with Lee Je Hoon before his sudden surgery. - “We had a lot of fun rehearsing together. He’s a great partner and a friend. I’m sad that he can’t join me, but I hope he recovers soon and returns to his fans,” she said. Esom added that she will dedicate her hosting performance to Lee Je Hoon and wish him well on stage. - “I’ll try to convey his spirit and energy through my hosting. I’ll also send him a message of support and love during the ceremony. I hope he can watch it from his hospital bed and feel better,” she said.

What Can We Expect from the Buil Film Awards 2023?

The Buil Film Awards is one of the oldest and most prestigious film awards in South Korea. It was established in 1996 by the Busan-based daily newspaper Busan Ilbo along with sponsor Hwaseung Group. It aims to promote and celebrate Korean cinema and its achievements. The 32nd Buil Film Awards will take place on October 5 at Signiel Busan, a luxury hotel located near Haeundae Beach. It will be broadcast live via MBC and Naver TV.

(Photo : Lotte Entertainment, Next Entertainment World Official) The nominees for this year’s awards include some of the most acclaimed and popular movies of 2023, such as: - “Smugglers”, starring Jo In Sung and Kim Hye Soo, which leads with 10 nominations in 9 categories - “Concrete Utopia”, starring Park Seo Joon and Park Bo Young, which follows with 8 nominations - “The Night Owl”, starring Kim Yoon Seok and Kim Soo Hyun, which has 7 nominations - “Emergency Declaration”, starring Song Kang Ho and Lee Byung Hun, which has 6 nominations - “The Silent Sea”, starring Gong Yoo and Bae Doo Na, which has 5 nominations Some of the other notable nominees are: - Han Ji Min for Best Actress for her role in “Josée” - Ryu Jun Yeol for Best Actor for his role in “Alien” - Kim Tae Ri for Best Supporting Actress for her role in “Emergency Declaration” - Yoo Ah In for Best Supporting Actor for his role in “Voice of Silence” - Kim Ji Young for Best New Actress for her role in “The Night Owl” - Kim Do Yoon for Best New Actor for his role in “Smugglers” - Hong Eui Jeong for Best New Director for his debut film “Voice of Silence” For the complete list of the 32nd Buil Film Awards, check out the nominees below. Best Director - Yim Soon-rye, The Point Men (2023) - Jung Juri, Next Sohee (2022) - Roo Seung-wan, Smugglers (2023) - Um Tae-Hwa, Concrete Utopia (2023) - Hong Sang-soo, Walk Up (2022) Best New Director - Kim Sein, The Apartment with Two Women (2022) - Park Song-yeol, Hot in the Day, Cold at Night (2022) - Lee Ji-eun, The Hill of Secrets (2022) - Choi Seung-yeon, Sprinter (2022) - Ahn Tae-jin, The Night Owl (2022) Best Actor - Doh Kyung-soo, The Moon (2023) - Ryu Jun-yeol, The Night Owl (2022) - Yoo Hae-jin, The Night Owl (2022) - Yim Si-wan, Unlocked (2023) - Lee Byung-hun, Concrete Utopia (2023) Best Actress - Yang Malbok, The Apartment with Two Women (2022) - Jeon Do-yeon, Kill Boksoon (2023) - Bae Doona, Next Sohee (2022) - Yum Jung-ah, Smugglers (2023) - Kim Seo-hyung, Greenhouse (2022) Best Supporting Actor - Kang Ki-young, The Point Men (2023) - Kim Jong-soo, Smugglers (2023) - Park Jeong-min, Smugglers (2023) - Kyo Kyu-pil, The Roundup: No Way Out (2023) - Kim Sung-cheol, The Night Owl (2022) Best Supporting Actress - Lee Yeon, Kill Boksoon (2023) - Go Minsi, Smugglers (2023) - Na Moon-hee, Hero (2022) - Park Sewan, 6/45 (2022) - Kim Sun-young, Concrete Utopia (2023) Best New Actor - Byeon Woo-seok, 20th Century Girl (2022) - Jung Il-woo, Highway Family (2022) - Kim Seonho, The Childe (2023) - Lee Shin-young, Rebound (2023) - Lee Soon-won, 6/45 (2022) Best New Actress - Im Jee-ho, The Apartment with Two Women (2022) - Kim Si-eun, Next Sohee (2022) - Kim Yong-ji, Doom Doom (2022) - Go Minsi, Smugglers (2023) - Ahn Eun-jin, The Night Owl (2022) Best Cinematography - Kim Young-ho, The Moon (2023) - Choi Young-hwan, Smugglers (2023) - Kim Tae-seong, Ransomed (2023) - Cho Sang-yoon, Hero (2022) - Cho Hyung-rae, Concrete Utopia (2023) Best Film or Picture - Next Sohee (2022) - Smugglers (2023) - The Night Owl (2022) - Concrete Utopia (2023) - Walk Up (2022) Best Art or Technical Award - Jin Jong-hyun, The Moon (2023) - Lee Hu-Kyung, Smugglers (2023) - Kim Bo-muk, Phantom (2023) - Cho Hwa-sung, Concrete Utopia (2023) - Shin Yu-jin, Killing Romance (2023) Best Screenplay - Kim Sein, The Apartment with Two Women (2022) - Jung Juri, Next Sohee (2022) - Han Gyu-ri and Ahn Tae-jin, The Night Owl (2022) - Park Gyu-tae, 6/45 (2022) - Lee Sin-Ji and Um Tae-Hwa, Concrete Utopia (2023) Best Music - Chang Kiha, Smugglers (2023) - Hwang Sang-jun, Hero (2022) - Kang Ki-young, Phantom (2023) - Kim Joon-seok, Life Is Beautiful (2022) - Kim Hae-won, Concrete Utopia (2023) The Buil Film Awards 2023 is expected to be a star-studded and exciting event that will showcase the best of Korean cinema. Esom will be the first solo female host of the ceremony, after Lee Je Hoon had to drop out due to health reasons. Esom will honor Lee Je Hoon and deliver a splendid hosting performance that will impress the viewers and the attendees. We hope that Lee Je Hoon will recover soon and return to his fans with his amazing acting skills. We also hope that Esom will have a successful and enjoyable hosting experience. We look forward to watching the Buil Film Awards 2023 and cheering for our favorite movies and actors. What do you think of Esom hosting the Buil Film Awards 2023 alone? Who are you rooting for at the awards ceremony? Let us know in the comments below. And don’t forget to share this article with your friends and fellow K-movie fans. Subscribe to IDOLS KPOP for exclusive updates and captivating content. Read the full article

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Qri on the 91st floor of the Signiel hotel for a birthday party

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SIGNIEL HOTEL WEDDING

Photographed by Oh Joomg Seok Studio

SIGNIEL HOTEL WEDDING

Photographed by Oh Joomg Seok Studio

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서울 호텔 순위 가격 조식 후기 추천 2023

서울 호텔 순위 가격 정보 및 조식 후기까지 정리하여 알려드리겠습니다. 서울 호텔 순위에는 롯데 시그니엘 서울 호텔 부터 신라호텔, 포시즌스 호텔 등 다양한 호텔들이 있습니다. 이 순��는 지난 3년 동안 서울 호텔 순위 평균 평점 기반으로 순위를 정했습니다. 지역별로 서울 5성급 호텔 위치, 가격, 주소, 전화번호 및 현재 진행하고 있는 다양한 프로모션 이벤트 정보를 자세히 살펴보겠습니다.

아고다, 트립닷컴, 익스피디아, 호텔스컴바인, 트립어드바이저, 호텔스닷컴에서 2023년 투숙객 평점 9점 이상인 서울 호텔 순위 top10을 최저가로 예약가능한 할인 코드도 함께 알려드리겠습니다. 사이트마다 호텔별 할인률이 다르고 일정 인원이 채워지면 예약 마감이 되어 요금이 오르는 시스템이니 서둘러 예약하시는 것을 추천드립니다. 예약 사이트별 할인코드 확인 아고다 트립닷컴 익스피디아 호텔스컴바인 트립어드바이저 호텔스닷컴 호텔위치가격 평균평점시그니엘 서울 송파구55만 원대9.32포시즌스 호텔 서울종로구65만 원대9.32롯데호텔서울 이그제큐티브 타워중구39만 원대9.27서울 신라호텔 중구44만 원대9.15그랜드 머큐어 앰배서더 호텔 앤 레지던스 서울용산구27만 원대9.07그랜드 인터컨티넨탈 서울 파르나스강남구38만 원대9.05오크우드 프리미어 코엑스강남구35만 원대8.95롯데호텔 서울중구36만 원대8.8인터컨티넨탈 서울 코엑스강남구36만 원대8.87비스타 워커힐 서울광진구32만 원대8.85* 비수기 평일 성인 2인 기준 가격

서울 호텔 순위 Top10

시그니엘 서울 호텔 (Signiel Seoul)

- 평균평점 9.32 / 투숙객 후기 5,858건 - 주소: 서울 송파구 올림픽로 300 롯데월드타워 - 연락처: 02-3213-1000 - 1박 가격: 520,000원 시그니엘 서울은 한국에서 가장 높은 호텔로, 롯데월드 타워의 76층에서 101층까지 자리하고 있습니다. 555m의 높이를 자랑하며 서울의 웅장한 파노라마 전망을 제공합니다. 또한, 시그니엘 서울은 일몰과 일출을 한 곳에서 감상할 수 있는 유일한 호텔입니다. 서울 호텔 순위에서 빠지지 않는 호텔입니다. 모든 객실에서 탁 트인 전망을 볼수있습니다. 샴페인 바, 미슐랭 스타를 획득한 레스토랑 실내 수영장, 피트니스센터를 보유하고 있습니다. 별도의 주차장이 없는 것이 단점이지만, 호텔 근처 입구에서 안내를 받을 수 있습니다. 조식 정보 시그니엘 서울에서는 스테이와 라운지에서 풍성한 조식 뷔페를 즐길 수 있습니다. 오전 6시 30분부터 10시까지 제공되며, 두 곳에서 모두 한강과 서울 시내의 멋진 전망을 감상하실 수 있습니다. 투숙객 후기 "최근에 새롭게 지어진 호텔이라 모든 시설이 깨끗하고 객실 공간도 넉넉해서 정말 좋았어요. 또한 직원분들도 매우 친절하셔서 필요한 것들을 적극적으로 대응해주셔서 너무 감사했습니다." "리솁션 팀의 응대가 친절해서 기분 좋았고, 커뮤니티와 방의 상태도 만족스러웠다는 것이 정말 좋았습니다." 시그니엘 서울 예약 바로가기 아고다 / 호텔스닷컴 / 트립닷컴 / 익스피디아 / 트립어드바이저 / 호텔스컴바인 포시즌스 서울 호텔 (Four Seasons Hotel Seoul)

- 평균평점 9.32 / 투숙객 후기 3,787건 - 주소: 서울 종로구 새문안로 97 - 연락처: 02-6388-5000 - 1박 요금: 650,000원 포시즌스 서울 호텔은 광화문 광장에서 도보로 가까운 거리에 위치한 5성급 호텔입니다. 5개의 레스토랑과 바, 피트니스 센터, 전통 한국식 사우나 등을 보유하고 있으며, 모든 객실에서는 도시 전망을 자랑합니다. 포시즌스 호텔 서울에서는 한국 요리, 광둥 요리, 일본 요리, 이탈리아 요리 및 세계 각국의 퓨전 요리를 맛보실 수 있습니다 . 바 보칼리노와 찰스 H.에서 이국적인 칵테일 또는 다양한 종류의 와인도 즐겨보시기 바랍니다 . 골프 익스피리언스 고객은 전 세계의 유명한 골프 코스를 3D로 재현한 실내 골프장을 이용하실 수 있습니다 . 피트니스 센터에서는 맞춤형 개인 훈련을 받으실 수 있습니다 . 한국식 사우나 시설은 9층에 위치해 있으며, 건식 사우나, 습식 사우나, 욕조, TV 라운지 및 낮잠용 침대를 갖추고 있습니다 . 조식정보 포시즌스 호텔 서울에는 더 마켓 키친이라는 뷔페 레스토랑이 있습니다. 이곳에서 세계 각국의 요리와 다양한 맛을 생생하게 만날 수 있는 뷔페를 제공합니다. 조식은 매일 오전 6:30부터 오전 10:30까지 운영되며, 성인은 69,300원, 어린이는 34,650원입니다. 이 외에도 점심, 저녁, 주말 브런치도 제공합니다. 투숙객 후기 "일찍 도착해서 짐만 맡겨두려고 했는데, 체크인을 일찍 해주셔서 감사했습니다. 프론트 직원들이 프로페셔널하면서도 친절해서 기분 좋았어요." "프론트 데스크부터 객실 청소 서비스까지 모든 것이 너무 만족스러웠어요! 다른 호텔들과 비교해서 이 호텔이 가장 만족스러웠어요. 2박밖에 하지 않았는데도 다음에 꼭 다시 방문하고 싶을 정도로 인상 깊었어요. 최고의 호텔이었습니다!" 포시즌스 서울 예약 바로가기 아고다 / 호텔스닷컴 / 트립닷컴 / 익스피디아 / 트립어드바이저 / 호텔스컴바인 롯데호텔 서울 이그제큐티브 타워 (Lotte Hotel Seoul Executive Tower)

- 평균평점 9.27 / 투숙객 후기 1,289건 - 주소: 서울 중구 을지로 30 - 연락처: 02-771-1000 - 1박 요금: 393,788 롯데호텔 이그제큐티브 타워는 서울 호텔 순위에 항상 들어가는 호텔입니다. 2018년 9월에 개장한 럭셔리 비즈니스 호텔로, 최상급 시설과 호화로운 분위기, 섬세하고 차별화된 서비스를 제공합니다. 이그제큐티브 타워의 객실은 도시 전망이 보이며 또한, 명동에 위치해 있어 쇼핑센터와 연결되어 있고, 경복궁 같은 인기 명소와 가깝습니다. 롯데호텔 서울 이그제큐티브 타워에는 세계적으로 인정받는 셰프들이 직접 선보이는 다양한 일품요리를 즐기실 수 있는 레스토랑이 있습니다. 피에르 가니에르 서울, 무궁화, 모모야마, 도림, 라세느 등이 있습니다 . 이 외에도 바와 라운지가 있습니다. 조식정보 롯데호텔 서울 이그제큐티브 타워의 르 살롱에서는 맛있는 조식뷔페를 제공합니다. 조식뷔페는 매일 아침 06:30부터 10:00까지 운영됩니다. 르 살롱은 아메리칸 풀 뷔페와 테이블 서비스(계란요리)로 구성된 조식을 제공합니다. 투숙객 후기 "한국에 오랜만에 방문한 친구와 함께 롯데호텔 이그제큐티브타워에서 머무르면서, 정말 즐거운 시간을 보냈습니다. 르살롱에서 맛있는 음식도 많이 먹었고, 특히 침구의 포근함에 빠져서 편안한 잠을 잘 수 있었습니다. 다음 날에는 사우나에서 여유롭게 시간을 보내며, 몸과 마음을 편히 쉴 수 있었습니다. 롯데호텔 이그제큐티브타워에서의 숙박 경험은 정말 최고였습니다" 롯데호텔 예약 바로가기 아고다 / 호텔스닷컴 / 트립닷컴 / 익스피디아 / 트립어드바이저 / 호텔스컴바인 서울 신라호텔 (The Silla Hotel)

- 평균평점 9.2 / 투숙객 후기 4,883건 - 주소: 서울 중구 동호로 249 - 연락처: 02-2233-3131 - 1박 요금: 440,000원 서울 신라호텔은 최고급 시설과 고객 서비스로 서울 호텔 순위에서 상위에 있는 유명한 럭셔리 호텔입니다. 호텔의 대표적인 특징은 맛있는 음식과 정중한 직원 서비스입니다. 로비에서의 따뜻한 환영과 객실에서의 맞춤형 서비스까지, 호텔에서 최상의 환대를 느낄 수 있습니다. 또한 고객 만족도를 최우선으로 생각하는 서울 신라호텔은 다양한 시설을 제공합니다. 호텔은 다양한 연령대와 관심사를 가진 게스트들을 위해 설계되었습니다. 쇼핑, 수영, 럭셔리 스파에서 휴식 등 다양한 액티비티를 즐길 수 있습니다. 세계적인 미식을 맛볼 수 있는 레스토랑을 비롯하여 면세점, 쇼핑 아케이드, 유명 브랜드 상점 등 독특한 쇼핑 경험을 제공합니다. 서울 신라호텔의 가장 두드러진 특징 중 하나는 현대적인 디자인과 전통문화의 조화입니다. 호텔의 건축과 인테리어 디자인은 전통적인 한국 문화와 현대적인 미적 감각을 융합하여 독특하고 세련된 분위기를 조성합니다. 고급스러운 객실은 편안한 침대, 넓은 욕실, 최신형 엔터테인먼트 시설 등 고급스러운 시설을 갖추고 있습니다. 조식정보 서울 신라호텔의 조식은 더 파크뷰 레스토랑에서 제공됩니다. 조식의 종류는 다양하며, 음식의 맛과 신선도가 좋아 조식평이 좋습니다. 서울 신라호텔의 조식 금액은 성인 80,000원, 소인 40,000원입니다 .  투숙객 후기 "리노베이션 후에 방이 확실히 넓어지고 최신 시설들이 갖추어져 있었어요! 입구에서부터 직원들이 명단을 확인하고 라운지로 바로 안내해주면서 빠르고 간편한 체크인을 할 수 있었어요." "라운지 음식과 조식은 깔끔했지만 특별한 수준은 아니었어요. 그래도 접시를 너무 빨리 치우는 게 좀 그랬어요. 휴양지 같은 분위기는 아니었고 서울 시내 호텔이라 약간 무거운 분위기였어요" 신라호텔 예약 바로가기 아고다 / 호텔스닷컴 / 트립닷컴 / 익스피디아 / 트립어드바이저 / 호텔스컴바인 그랜드 머큐어 앰배서더 호텔 레지던스 서울 (Grand Mercure Ambassador Hotel)

- 평균평점 9.0 / 투숙객 후기 1,035 - 주소: 서울 용산구 청파로 20길 95 - 연락처: 02-2223-7500 - 1박 요금: 277,500원 그랜드 머큐어 앰배서더 호텔 앤 레지던스 서울 용산은 서울 용산에 위치한 럭셔리 호텔입니다. 요가 및 필라테스 스튜디오, 완비된 피트니스 센터, 실내 골프 코스를 자랑하며 레저 및 신체 활동에 대한 다양한 관심을 가진 투숙객을 만족시킬 수 있는 호텔입니다. 202개의 객실은 반려동물 동반이 가능하여 반려동물과 함께 숙박할 수 있습니다. 호텔의 주요 장점 중 하나는 위치입니다. 서울 호텔 순위에서 빠지지 않고 등장하는 이유는 호텔의 위치가 뛰어나는 이유도 있습니다. 분주한 여의도 금융 지구와 다양한 레스토랑, 이태원역까지는 차로 단 10분이 소요됩니다. 항공편으로 오시는 경우 김포국제공항까지는 차로 약 30분, 인천국제공항까지는 버스로 약 1시간 30분이 소요됩니다. 조식정보 그랜드 머큐어 앰베서더 호텔 앤 레지던스 서울 용산의 조식은 알라메종은 프렌치 모던 레스토랑입니다. 투숙객 후기 "숙소가 꽤 넓었고, 화장실이 정말 깨끗하다는 점이 마음에 들었습니다. 르라보 어메니티도 만족스러웠습니다. 샴푸나 컨디셔너의 기능은 조금 아쉬웠지만, 르라보가 고가 브랜드인 만큼 특별한 느낌을 받았습니다." "직원 분들도 매우 친절하셨습니다. 저희는 3명이서 함께 여행을 갔는데, 객실 카드키를 3개 준비해주셔서 편리하게 이용할 수 있었습니다. 미리 고층 객실 배정을 요청했던 것 같은데, 27층으로 객실을 주셔서 밤에 보이는 야경도 정말 멋졌습니다." 그랜드 머큐어 앰배서더 예약 바로가기 아고다 / 호텔스닷컴 / 트립닷컴 / 익스피디아 / 트립어드바이저 / 호텔스컴바인 그랜드 인터컨티넨탈 서울 파르나스 (Inter Continental Grand Seoul Parnas)

- 평균평점 9.0 / 투숙객 후기 - 주소: 서울 강남구 테헤란로 521 - 연락처: 02-555-5656 - 1박 요금: 387,000원 그랜드 인터컨티넨탈 서울 파르나스는 강남구 테헤란로에 위치한 고급 호텔입니다. 2020년에 리모델링을 통해 한국의 전통적인 아름다움을 현대적으로 재해석한 550개의 객실을 보유하고 있습니다. 리모델링을한 이후로 서울 호텔 순위에 들어간 호텔입니다. 객실 창문으로부터 강남의 도시 경관을 감상할 수 있습니다. 실내 수영장과 클럽 인터컨티넨탈이라는 독점적인 프라이빗 라운지를 포함하여 다양한 편의 시설과 서비스를 제공합니다. 지하철 2호선 삼성역에서 도보로 단 5분 거리에 위치하고 있습니다. 조식정보 그랜드 인터컨티넨탈 서울 파르나스의 조식 레스토랑 이름은 그랜드 키친입니다. 조식은 뷔페식으로 나오며 조식 뷔페의 가격은 주중과 주말 모두 성인 70,000원, 49개월 ~ 12세 (초등학교 6학년)는 35,000원입니다. 조식 뷔페의 운영 시간은 06:30 ~ 10:30 입니다. 투숙객 후기 "호텔에서의 숙박은 청결한 위생 상태와 폭신한 침구로 편안한 휴식을 취할 수 있었습니다. 객실은 넓고 쾌적했으며, 조식도 다양하게 제공되었고 맛있게 먹을 수 있었습니다." "호텔 직원분들의 친절한 서비스는 매우 만족스러웠습니다. 다음에도 기회가 된다면 꼭 다시 방문하고 싶은 곳입니다." 그랜드 인터컨티넨탈 예약 바로가기 아고다 / 호텔스닷컴 / 트립닷컴 / 익스피디아 / 트립어드바이저 / 호텔스컴바인 오크우드 프리미어 코엑스 (Oakwood Premier Coex)

- 평균평점 8.8 / 투숙객 후기 2,267 - 주소: 서울 강남구 테헤란로 87길 46 - 연락처: 02-3466-7000 - 1박 요금: 350,549원 이 호텔은 서울의 비즈니스와 문화의 중심인 강남트레이드센터 복합 시설 내에 위치하여 최적의 접근성을 자랑합니다. 수영장, 피트니스 센터, 그리고 골프시설을 이용하실 수 있습니다. 주방은 냉장고, 전자레인지, 식기세척기뿐만 아니라 대형 TV, DVD, 세탁기와 같은 가정용 가전제품으로 완벽한 생활 공간을 제공합니다. 조식정보 오크우드 프리미어 코엑스 센터에는 단품요리 와 부페시긍로 조식을 제공합니다. 객실 예약을 하실 때 조식을 포함하지 않으셨다면 추가 요금 성인 38,000원 아동 19,000원을 지불해야 합니다. 투숙객 후기 "주변 쇼핑이나 환경등이 좋다. 특히 다른 호텔보다 가격이 저렴한 편이라 더 맘에드는 호텔이다." "다른 호텔에 비해 취사시설이 있어 아이를 데리고 가기 좋다." 오크우드 프리미어 코엑스 예약 바로가기 아고다 / 호텔스닷컴 / 트립닷컴 / 익스피디아 / 트립어드바이저 / 호텔스컴바인 롯데호텔 서울 (Lotte Hotel Seoul)

- 평균평점 8.8 / 투숙객 후기 5,995건 - 주소: 서울 중구 을지로 30 - 연락처: 02-771-1000 - 1박 요금: 363,000원 롯데호텔 서울은 관광명소, 지하철, 쇼핑 등 모든 편의 시설을 갖추고 있습니다. 공항에서 버스로 한시간 정도 소요되며, 서울의 중심지 명동에 위치해 있어 관광명소를 대중교통을 이용해서 편하게 가실 수 있습니다. 공항 버스가 호텔로 바로 오는 점이 장점으로 작용하는 호텔입니다. 화장실도 넓은 편이며 직원들의 서비스도 만족스럽다는 평이 많은 호텔입니다. 조식 정보 롯데호텔 조식은 라세느 레스토랑에서 제공합니다. 이용시간은 6:30~10:00 까지이며, 서울 3대 뷔페로 유명한 만큼 음식의 퀄리티와 신선도가 뛰어납니다. 투숙객 후기 "리모델링 한지 얼마 되지않아 방이 깨끗하고 이쁘다." "백화점과 연결되어 있어서 쇼핑하기도 좋고 명동거리와도 가까워 외국인 관광객들에게도 좋을 것 같다. 대체적으로 만족하는 호텔이다." 롯데호텔 서울 예약 바로가기 아고다 / 호텔스닷컴 / 트립닷컴 / 익스피디아 / 트립어드바이저 / 호텔스컴바인 인터컨티넨탈 서울 코엑스 (InterContinental Seoul COEX)

- 평균평점 8.7 / 이용후기 5,144건 - 주소: 서울 강남구 봉은사로 524 - 연락처: 02- 3452-2500 - 1박 요금: 367,000원 가격이 비싼 다른 서울 5성급 호텔에 비해 가격이 적당한 편입니다. 위치가 강남구 봉은사로에 있어 편리하고 규모가 큰 편입니다. 호텔의 청결상태나 직원들의 서비스가 좋습니다. 코엑스와 연결되어있어 편의성이 훌륭하며 브랜드 가치에 알맞게 룸 컨디션도 만족스러운 호텔입니다. 조식 정보 1층에 있는 레스토랑에서 조식을 드실 수 있습니다. 클럽룸을 예약할 경우 라운지 조식 이용이 가능합니다. 투숙객 후기 "가격이 주변 동급 호텔에 비해 저렴한 편이지만 서비스는 뒤쳐지지 않는다." "특히 조식 퀄리티가 좋다. 앞으로 기회가 되면 또 가고싶은 호텔이다." 인터컨티넨탈 서울 코엑스 예약 바로가기 아고다 / 호텔스닷컴 / 트립닷컴 / 익스피디아 / 트립어드바이저 / 호텔스컴바인 비스타 워커힐 서울(Vista Walkerhill Seoul)

- 평균평점 8.9 / 이용후기 2,194건 - 주소: 서울 광진구 워커힐로 177 - 전화: 02-455-5000 - 1박 요금: 329,000원 워커힐 서울은 한국의 수도 서울에서 자리한 아름다운 리조트입니다. 이 곳은 화려한 한강과 서울의 도심을 내려다볼 수 있는 멋진 전망을 자랑합니다. 뛰어난 서비스와 편안한 숙박 시설로 유명한 비스타 워커힐 서울은 여행객들에게 인기가 높습니다. 다양한 종류의 객실과 스위트룸을 보유하고 있습니다. 비스타 워커힐 서울은 특히 로맨틱한 분위기가 필요한 커플들이나 휴식과 힐링을 원하는 여행객들에게 특히 인기가 많은 호텔입니다. 조식정보 비스타 워커힐 조식은 그랜드 워커힐 2층 더 뷔페에서 7시 부터 10시 까지 운영합니다. 조식 뷔페 레스토랑는 비스타 워커힐과 연결되어 있어 편하게 이용이 가능합니다. 투숙객 후기 "서울에서 젊은 연인끼리 조용한 휴식을 원한다면 비스타 워커힐만한 곳이 없다." "젊은 감성의 감각적인 인테리어가 멋진 호텔." 비스타 워커힐 서울 예약 바로가기 아고다 / 호텔스닷컴 / 트립닷컴 / 익스피디아 / 트립어드바이저 / 호텔스컴바인 이상 서울 호텔 순위 정보에 대해서 알려드렸습니��. 서울 근교 가성비 호캉스 호텔 이나 제주도 호텔 리조트 순위가 궁금하신 분들은 읽어보시길 추천드립니다. 함께 읽으면 도움이 되는 글 괌 가족여행 호텔 추천 괌 숙소 리조트 장단점 비교 베스트 10 서울 근교 가성비 호캉스 호텔 추천 순위 가격 최저가 예약 top10(최신) 부산 5성급 호텔 리스트 top8 (해운대,기장,서면) 서울 애견호텔 리스트 추천 가격비교 할인코드(2023) Read the full article

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Seoul, the vibrant capital of South Korea, offers a stunning skyline and breathtaking landscapes that can be enjoyed from various vantage points. If you're looking for hotels that provide the best views in Seoul, you're in for a treat. From panoramic cityscapes to picturesque mountains, this article will guide you through some of the top hotels in Seoul that offer unforgettable views. Whether you're a traveler seeking a luxurious experience or a nature enthusiast craving scenic beauty, these hotels will ensure you have an extraordinary stay with mesmerizing views of Seoul.

Main Points

Lotte Hotel Seoul: Located in the heart of the city, this renowned luxury hotel offers breathtaking views of Seoul's skyline. With its prime location and tall building height, guests can enjoy panoramic vistas of the city's iconic landmarks such as Namsan Tower and the Han River.

The Shilla Seoul: Situated in the central district of Jung-gu, The Shilla Seoul provides guests with magnificent views of both the city and the lush greenery of Namsan Park. The hotel's higher floors and spacious windows offer a fantastic vantage point to appreciate Seoul's beauty.

Grand Hyatt Seoul: Perched on a hill overlooking the city, the Grand Hyatt Seoul showcases stunning views of the Han River and the surrounding mountains. The hotel's rooms, as well as its restaurants and bars, provide fantastic opportunities to admire Seoul's scenic landscapes.

Signiel Seoul: Occupying the upper floors of the Lotte World Tower, one of the tallest skyscrapers in Seoul, Signiel Seoul offers unparalleled panoramic views of the city. Guests can enjoy sweeping vistas of the Han River, Namsan Mountain, and the Seoul cityscape, all from the comfort of their luxurious rooms.

Vista Walkerhill Seoul: Nestled amidst the serene surroundings of Mount Acha, Vista Walkerhill Seoul provides guests with a unique combination of urban views and natural beauty. The hotel's location overlooking the Han River allows guests to appreciate both the cityscape and the picturesque mountain landscape.

Conrad Seoul: Situated in the Yeouido business district, Conrad Seoul offers stunning views of the Han River and the vibrant Yeouido Park. The hotel's rooms and executive lounge provide exceptional vantage points to enjoy the city's mesmerizing scenery.

Banyan Tree Club & Spa Seoul: Located in the upscale district of Namsan, this luxurious hotel offers breathtaking views of Seoul's skyline and the iconic N Seoul Tower. The hotel's outdoor swimming pool and rooftop bar provide fantastic spots to take in the city's beauty.

In conclusion, these hotels in Seoul offer remarkable views that will leave you in awe. Whether you prefer sweeping city panoramas or serene mountain landscapes, these accommodations provide exceptional vantage points to appreciate the beauty of Seoul. Enjoy a memorable stay while immersing yourself in the captivating views this vibrant city has to offer.

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반역 (betrayal)

pairing – bang chan, hyunjin x reader

word count – 7.2k

warnings – brat!reader, degradation, dirty talk, kind of forced submission, masturbation (f), blowjob/deepthroat, slight knife play, impact play, use of toys (ropes, wand and nipple clamps), double penetration, unprotected sex, body cumshot.

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a “congratulations, y/n” followed by a bunch of applause was the last thing you heard before your mind drifted completely into oblivion, celebrating internally as you managed to keep a relaxed demeanor in front of your boss and your co-workers.

the meeting, which lasted for barely 30 minutes, felt like a whole eternity. your heart kept on pounding with excitement, your sweaty hands kept on clenching to your leather purse and both of your legs spent the entire time fidgeting, anticipating the most important verdict of your whole career.

congratulations and promotion, those were the words you were looking forward to the most ever since one of your co-workers told you that Mr. Hwang, koisra’s CEO, was starting to evaluate every analyst on the market’s research area to promote it, since the head of the department was about to retire soon.

not in a million years you imagined you would be standing there, in one of the top consulting firms in south korea, getting a promotion and winning 7,700,000 KRW per month for doing the work you enjoyed the most.

well, doing the work you loved most and pulling some strings, like every thinking human being would do.

[6:42 p.m., Hwang Hyunjin]

meet me at the signiel tonight

we must celebrate, isn’t that right?

the way your phone vibrated against your hand shook you out of your trail of thoughts, lowering your gaze just a little to read the message resting on your home screen: meet me at the signiel tonight. the signiel, probably one of the most expensive hotels around seoul and hyunjin’s favorite place to de-stress. you knew him for long enough to know what his definition of celebration was, but you truly couldn’t be mad about it. not when he was a crucial factor in Hwang’s decision to promote you.

instead of replying, you looked for his gaze around the meeting room. sitting across the other side of the table, both of his eyes were already fixed on you, a proud smirk faintly raising on the corner of his lips while his eyes gave you a compassionate look.

hwang hyunjin, the head-director of the partners identification area and your favorite worst nightmare. you had always thought that he earned his position because of the power his last name held but, once you met him, you understood that he deserved it. smart, witty, hard-working and a bastard with a god-complex, he always ended up having things his way.

and that included you. partly.

partly because he took an effort in seducing you. and partly because the decision of falling into his temptation was actually yours. it was not really something you would take pride in, really, but sometimes ulterior motives are what really moves people to do something. like my mother used to say, work smarter, not harder.

however, as much as your initial motive was far from why you were still with him now, you couldn’t deny that hyunjin was probably the man of many people’s dreams. yours included.

“that would be it for today, we will see each other next friday as usual” mr. hwang announced, interrupting the eye-contact between you and hyunjin who was now standing up from his seat in order to leave the meeting room. you ran both of your hands against your skirt to straighten it before standing up, the excitement of the promotion mixed with hyunjin’s promised night made your heart throb in anticipation, a warm familiar sensation traveling throughout your whole body.

but that cozy feeling disappeared in a matter of seconds when another set of eyes darted you a cold gaze from across the room, making you feel almost powerless. even if you wanted to look away, his intimidating presence made you look at him for a few seconds, your whole body trembling inside at such an infuriating look.

you wouldn’t really consider breaking up with chan a mistake because that was a decisive moment in you working towards getting that promotion for yourself, but you also couldn’t deny the fact that your heart melted in nostalgia every time you looked at him. he was a good partner, caring, hard-working, smart and patient.

but as hard as you loved him, you never really saw a future in him.

he left the meeting room without saying anything, not even a smile or his characteristic faint smirk he used to give you before, when you achieved something you worked for. as much as that action made your heart sank, you swallowed hard and left the meeting room, trying to focus your mind on the excitement behind the promotion or on the plans you had for the night.

“y/n, hey!” moon-ji, one of the interns of the company, who was also a research analyst like you, reached out to you as soon as she saw you leaving the meeting, “congratulations on your promotion!”

“thank you, moon-ji” you replied, giving her a soft smile and slightly touching her shoulder.

“i was planning on giving you some flowers as a gift for your promotion and as a sign of gratitude for everything you have teached me, but it seems like someone already stole my idea” she joked, letting out a soft laugh.

“flowers?” you asked her confused, looking over at the desk you had occupied for the last 2 consecutive years. and there it was, sitting on top of various work-sheets, probably the most expensive flower arrangement you had ever seen in your entire life. however, as soon as you read the white gift-card resting on top of a bunch of roses, you inevitably gulped.

“the secret of success is perseverance. congratulations on your promotion, beautiful.

to y/n, from hwang hyunjin and bang chan.”

the smile that once was settled in your face faded away after reading the last words, your pair of curious eyes dancing around the whole lobby trying to catch a glimpse of either hyunjin or chan, but they were nowhere to be found.

reading both of their names together on a gift meant for you made your heart beat a hundred times faster than before.

maybe you wouldn’t have reacted this way if only hyunjin and chan weren’t enemies to death.

even though you had been living in korea for a while now, you just couldn’t get used to the expensive life-style people carried in seoul. no matter how many times you had walked those streets or ate at those restaurants, it always shocked you how expensive everything looked to the point that you almost always ended up feeling out of place. nonetheless, you couldn’t deny how much you loved everything about the city.

“i have a reservation,” you mumbled as you approached the reception of the hotel “under the name of Hwang Hyunjin”.

the young lady behind the counter gave you a courtesy smile and proceeded to dive into the computer in front of her, clicking the keyboard as her eyes danced from one side to another. “i have the reservation here,” she indicated “but mr. hwang has not arrived to the hotel yet”.

“oh” you cooed, “i’ll just wait for him here in the lob-”

“actually,” the lady interrupted, her gaze going over the rounded pair of glasses she was wearing, “the room he booked is also under the name of bang chan, are you accompanying them?”

“bang chan?” you muttered, almost inaudible for the lady behind the counter but crystal clear for the person who was standing right behind you.

“that would be me” he intervened, one of his hands resting on your lower back as the other one leaned on to receive the card to the hotel room. “mr. hwang had a setback but he will be joining us soon”.

the lady frowned once she caught a glimpse of the terror engraved in your face and, almost instinctively, her eyes immediately went over chan. without prying any further, she handed chan a red card that was meant for the door of the hotel room, “signiel seoul hotel hopes that your stay is pleasant enough for you to come back, please enjoy the night”.

and even though she might’ve had a ton of questions about the odd situation, she kept them to herself. when it came to powerful people, or people with influence, it was better to stay quiet than to ask any questions that they didn’t feel like addressing.

“start walking” chan whispered in your ear right after he saved the card in the pocket of his black pants, the hand that was resting on your lower back pushing you ever so slightly as a way of encouraging you to do what he commanded.

“first the flower arrangement and now this?” you questioned in a whisper, trying not to draw any attention of the people gathered around the lobby or the hotel staff, “can you explain me what the fuck is going on?”

“shut up and keep on walking, y/n” he mumbled without even looking at you, his jaw completely clenched as he guided you all the way to the hotel’s elevator, “you don’t want to cause a scene here, do you?”.

luckily (or unlucky) for you, the elevator filled up with at least 6 other people, leaving no empty room for you and chan to have a talk. however, that only exempted you from having a not-so-pleasant conversation for just a few minutes.

[9:12 p.m., Hwang Hyunjin]

did you like the flowers i bought you?

they are pretty, right?

something came up but i’m on my way now.

suddenly, the whole elevator felt way smaller than it actually was. the few people gathered there felt like a whole crowd, your body starting to sweat almost immediately as soon as you read his messages and you found chan’s gaze fixed on you. you knew both of them –and you knew they would never do anything to harm you–, but still, it was impossible for you not to be afraid of whatever it was that was going on between the two of them.

and just when you thought the whole room ran out of oxygen, the doors of the elevator opened.

“room 9097” chan mumbled really close to your ear before pushing your lower back again, signaling you to start walking. and, as astonished as you were, you did.

oh, how you wanted to win the endless battle against your mind, but as soon as you heard chan’s deep voice right next to you or felt his warm touch on your skin, you couldn’t help but bring back the best memories you treasured of him.

as you walked down the long hall, with each step you were drawing yourself further and further from the people that were gathered once in the elevator, leaving behind the bustle and crowded atmosphere only for it to be replaced with the coldness and overwhelming presence of chan. being around him was nothing new, since you two worked together under the same company, but it had been a while since the last time your body found this close to his.

his figure overcame yours as he took the red card to open the door of the hotel room, your eyes fixing on the numbers that were engraved with blank ink in the middle of it. “after you” he mumbled, opening the door for you.

he will never lose his charm.

“make yourself comfortable,” he added, closing the door right after he got in “not that i need to say that, since you come here every once in a while with hyunjin, right?”

“what is this about, chan?” you bluntly asked, laying your purse next to the night stand. he was right, though, you had been at least 5 times at that hotel and that was a very low number for the countless times you remembered.

“i can’t congratulate you for your promotion?” he asked, mocking pain in his words as he drawed a chair to sit right in front of you with both of his legs spreaded.

“since when you and hyunjin are friends?” you questioned him, taking a sit on the edge of the bed right in front of where the chair was positioned. “last time i checked, he wasn’t too fond of you and you hated him with a passion”.

“turns out that, at the end of the day, we had more things in common than we thought we had”. he explained stretching his body on his seat. as hard as you tried to avoid looking at him, you couldn’t help but end up fixing your gaze on the pair of veiny hands that were resting on his knees. those hands that made you see heaven and hell, both at the same time. “you haven’t changed at all” he mocked, his eyes trailing your gaze’s path all the way to his body.

“it hasn’t been that long” you replied coldly, crossing one of your legs on top of the other, “don’t act like you don’t see me on a daily basis”.

“i wish i didn’t,” he added, his gaze fixing on your legs and the hems of your dress without shame, “it would save me a ton of anger”.

“are you still bitter about us breaking up?” you teased, letting out a faint laugh as you rested your body’s weight on your forearms, “i told you i wanted to focus on my career and i did”.

“do you really take pride on getting a promotion for fucking the CEO’s nephew?” he questioned, both his eyes giving you a threatening look, “that’s low, even for a slut like you”.

“a slut like me?” you counter-attacked, trying to maintain your composure even after the words that came out of his mouth stinged your pride, “you never complained about it when we were together, dare i say you loved it”.

“that was back then,” the dark-haired spoke, “when i had something that no one else had”.

“i’m not an object, chan” you fired back, trying to keep up with his intimidating aura.

“you never complained about me treating you that way in bed when we were together, dare i say you loved it” he hissed, using the same words you did just mere seconds ago.

and before you could respond to him anything, the door of the room opened.

there he was, hyunjin, wearing the same black suit he had at the meeting with his long dark hair loose, holding a leather bag of the same color as his clothing.

you stood up from the edge of the bed and walked towards him, the amount of intense emotions threatening to explode right in front of his face. “can you explain me what the fu-” and without leaving you any more time to finish that sentence, he took a fistful of your hair and pulled it harshly, making you kneel right in front of him.

“shhhhhhhh,” he hummed, his characteristic playful smirk making an appearance in no time, “i brought you here to listen, not to talk”.

chan stood up from the chair and walked towards hyunjin, the two of them looking down at you while you struggled to find a comfortable position to ease the pain provided by hyunjin’s grip on your hair. “i don’t know what twisted thing is going on in both of your minds” you hissed, making eye contact with one and then another, "but i truly have no interest in knowing”.

“are you sure?” hyunjin questioned, mocking a sweet tone in his voice as he leaned down to be eye-level with you. “you don’t even want to know the story behind my newest friendship, beautiful?”

you looked at him in awe for a couple of silent seconds, your eyes threatening to start watering from the pain inflicted on your scalp as hyunjin’s grip got harsher and harsher with time. “i’m going to tell you, anyways.” he added with a smile while chan leaned down to open the leather bag.

and just when you thought the evening couldn’t get any weirder, you identified a lot of the things inside of the black leather.

things that both hyunjin and chan had used on you in the bedroom.

“i thought it was going to be way harder to get my way with you, you know?” hyunjin questioned, his available hand caressing your cheek with gracefulness as chan managed one of the things inside of the bag, “i thought it would take a lot of effort to have someone as intelligent and attractive as you are with me”, he continued his dark gaze making your whole body tremble under the warm touch of his hand, “but turns out, i had you for me since the very first day you started to work towards that promotion, isn’t that right?”

you knew where this was going, and to be honest, you were not quite sure if you were ready.

“i knew my last name was powerful enough to be respected, but i never knew it was all i needed to have you begging on your knees for me”.

“my bad” you mumbled with a faint smirk dawning on your face, “i should’ve been clear about my intentions before sleeping with you”.

“see, that’s the part i pity the most,” hyunjin rambled, looking over at chan’s maneuvers, “you didn’t really need me to have that promotion”.

chan’s figured moved towards your back, kneeling behind you as he grabbed both of your arms and settled them behind your back. you knew what was going to happen, but you had no intention to fight it.

not when your soul was ablazing for it to continue.

“my uncle was going to give you that promotion either way, your work is impressive” hyunjin mumbled, giving you a devilish smile, “too bad your neediness always get the best of you”.

“don’t act like you didn’t enjoy any of the nights we spent together, hyunjin” you counterattacked, wincing every time chan tightened the ropes around your wrists a bit too tight. “or do you want me to remind you how much you whined and begged for me?”

“tsk-” hyunjin clicked his tongue, “someone truly needs to fuck the brat out of you”.

“one should’ve thought you are just as dominant in bed as you are at work” you teased, trying to get the worst out of the long-haired, “but if only they knew how much of a pathetic needy man you are”.

“keep on talking” he whispered, tilting his head while never breaking eye-contact “and i assure you that you will regret it later”.

one last knot on the ropes tying your wrists and you couldn’t help but let out a faint cry, knowing that chan applied too much force on it on purpose. “she looks way better when that pretty mouth is put to good use” the short-haired mumbled, positioning himself right next to hyunjin who was now completely standing up.

“do you miss me already?” you teased chan, giving him a needy gaze on purpose to put him more on edge, “is that why you teamed up with hyunjin here? because you missed fucking me?”

“you never shut up, do you?” chan groaned, holding your hair with one hand while the other one unbuckled his belt and pants, your mouth watering from the sweet anticipation of getting something you fantasized with often. “the only time you are quiet is when you have your mouth full”.

you tried to resist his grip to make things even more fun, but he was always ten times more stronger than you were. and no matter how bratty you wanted to act, having his cock mere centimeters away from your lips made your cunt clench desperately around thin air “open your mouth”.

“make me” you teased, knowing that those words were like purchasing a ticket with no return.

chan cupped your cheeks and forced you to open your mouth, slamming his cock right into your warm hole while his hands moved from your cheeks to your hair, forcing you to swallow his whole length without giving you any time to adjust.

“look at her” hyunjin mumbled, taking a sharp black knife from the bag while he leaned on again to be on his knees in front of you, “always ready to take cock like the slut that she is”.

you gagged around chan’s length when you felt the sharp knife dragging along your dress, making cuts and ripping it off completely while hyunjin managed to undress you while having your hands tied up, “she knew she was getting fucked tonight, look at her”.

hyunjin dragged both of his hands along your body, making you tremble under his touch. the underwear you were wearing was almost transparent, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, and so he was the first to notice how your nipples hardened every time chan forced himself into your mouth.

“i’ve been buying tons of toys i want to try with you” hyunjin admitted, his sweet gaze almost caressing your presence while you tried to keep on taking chan’s cock inside your mouth, “i talked to chan about it and we both bought you something… other than the flower arrangement, of course”.

right after finishing that sentence, chan’s cock withdrew from your mouth to give you an opportunity to open your eyes and catch some breath. you panted, an immense amount of drool escaping your lips and staining your underwear as well as hyunjin’s hands. “look at how much that pretty mouth of yours was watering to the thought of being filled with cock” hyunjin mumbled, “were you thinking about sucking his cock when you saw here at the hotel?”

you licked your lips without giving him a proper answer, your eyes scanning every single one of the movements he did. “isn’t this cute?” hyunjin asked, standing up completely and holding what looked like a chain in between his fingers, “chan picked the design specially for you, but it was my idea”.

“she is going to like it” chan assured, taking the chain between hyunjin’s hands and leaning on to put them on you “you’ve always said how good it feels right here”.

his hands lowered down your top underwear to reveal your breasts, the sight of your hardened buds making chan’s cock instantly throb. “it might hurt a little, but i know you will end up liking it” he mentioned, taking the chain and clenching both ends of it on each of your nipples. “does hyunjin know how much like pain, y/n?”

you hissed at the feeling of the nipple clamps, almost arching your back while you tried to breathe out the overwhelming feeling. however, not giving you any time to get used to the sweet pain, chan’s hand grabbed the middle of the chain and pulled it, making your whole body straigthen up in an instant. “fuck-”

“you gag, i pull” he ordered, “you make any sound, i pull, understood?”

“is this my punishment for hurting you both?” you asked, your glossy eyes making hyunjin’s cock beg for its release.

“think of it as a payback” hyunjin answered, “you had what you wanted and now we are both taking what we want”.

chan pulled from the chain again, making you cry. the sound, however, drowned immediately as soon as he pushed his cock back again your mouth again. hyunjin lost almost no time, unbuckling his pants and belt while chan fucked your mouth. and ever since then, they spent taking turns on shoving their cocks inside your warm hole, making you drool, gag and cry around their lengths every time they forced themselves in you.

“i wish you could see yourself, y/n” chan groaned with his jaw clenched, the sight of you eagerly bopping your head over his length while hyunjin’s cock brushed one side of your face waiting to be used could make him cum almost instantly, “your parents would be extremely disappointed if they saw what you are doing right now”.

you slightly withdrew from chan’s cock to take hyunjin’s length inside your mouth, making a mess on yourself in the process. “isn’t she pretty?” hyunjin asked, his head rolling slight back due to the feeling of your warm lips wrapping around him, “taking two cocks at the same time like the good slut that she is”.

“i bet she is soaking wet by just having her mouth fucked” chan grunted, his hand caressing your hair while your mouth did wonders on hyunjin’s cock, “maybe we should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you”.

you shook your head against hyunjin’s length, withdrawing from it while a string of saliva connected your mouth with his cock. nonetheless, you weren’t counting on the chain hanging on your breasts to be pulled. “did i told you i was done?” hyunjin asked, earning a painful whine out of you before resumed your task.

“there are so many things we both want to do with you” chan admitted, starting to unbutton his shirt, “one night is not going to be enough”.

his voice full of lust and the hidden promise behind his words made you squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to receive any kind of stimulation on your core. never in your life you thought you would’ve ended up being used by both your ex-boyfriend and your current partner, but the idea excited you maybe a little bit too much, to the point where all your inhibitions were completely wiped off from your consciousness.

after hyunjin’s cock left your lips, he untied the ropes for you to be able to take your underwear off, as well as to give you more freedom on your upper limbs. “how long have you been planning this?” you asked with a sore throat, your hitching breath and quick heartbeats making you feel almost dizzy.

“maybe we never hated each other like you thought we did” chan replied taking out a familiar device from the bag, “you are not the only one who knows how to lie around here, y/n”.

“let’s play a game, shall we?” hyunjin interrupted, his hands slightly pushing your back into the bed while chan handed him the wand vibrator that you knew too well, “for every sound you make, you get one spank” hyunjin explained with a devilish smirk, his cold gaze fixed on how pretty the nipple clamps looked on you, “and no matter how good we are making you feel, you are not allowed to cum”.

you looked at him and then at chan, which had a serious demeanor on him. chan knew your limits more than hyunjin did, but the both of them were just as fearless. chan wanted to push you to the edge because he always loved to see how you outdid yourself, but hyunjin just liked to push your limits because he was a fucking sadist. and you loved them both equally.

“what happens if i cum without permission?” you panted, opening both of your legs once you felt hyunjin’s hands forcing your thighs open.

“you don’t want to now, y/n” he smiled, turning on the wand and dragging it across your thigh.

it wasn’t even close to your core, but a rebellious moan still managed to escape your lips as soon as the toy touched your skin “that’s one”.

you rolled your back while your forearms rested your whole weight, repressing another painful cry when chan unexpectedly removed the nipple clamps from your breasts. “good girl” he praised in a mocking tone, peppering kisses on your reddened and sore buds.

“no moaning” hyunjin warned, pressing down the wand even more against your bundle of nerves. you arched your back against the bed, trying to hold your breath in order to avoid making any kind of sound.

“you’re such an obedient slut” chan groaned against your breasts, his tongue grazing around them avoiding the place where you needed him the most in purpose, “always ready to fucked, always ready to please anyone who is willing to give you even the slightest crumb of pleasure… you are the perfect fucktoy for us to use, you know that?”

you nodded with your eyes closed, your back still painfully arched as your body tried to get used to the sensations of the vibrator.

“you should see how desperate she gets at work” hyunjin intervened, looking at how much you struggled to keep your composure, “every time she tells me how much she needs to touch herself at the restrooms when i’m busy because she just can’t go a day without having a cock to fill her up”.

“is that right, y/n?” chan asked, dragging his finger over your sensitive nipples and making your whole body squirm under his touch, “i can imagine how pathetic you look inside of the bathroom stalls with both of your legs opened, your cunt dripping wet while you desperately try to get some release with those pretty hands of yours”.

and, once again, you couldn’t repress the moan that escaped your lips at his words.

“this is your second one” hyunjin announced, increasing the mode of the wand.

“you want to cum already,” chan whispered, “isn’t that right?”. you shook your head in despair, one of your hands covering your mouth while tears started to prick in the corner of your eyes. the stimulation provided by hyunjin, along with chan’s presence and words was everything you needed to cum.

but you also knew that if you did so, the fun was going to be over in a matter of seconds.

“just look at her” hyunjin spitted, one of his fingers brushing against the skin on your thighs, “her whole body is shaking and his cunt is throbbing, i bet she can’t even make a coherent sentence because she is already too fucked out to even think properly” hyunjin mocked, the sight of your pulsating pussy making his cock twitch, “she is ready to cum, too bad she doesn’t have any permission”.

you tried to close your legs around hyunjin’s hand, but he was faster to place one of his knees on top of your thigh to prevent that from happening, “i will not stop until you reach your breaking point, so keep your legs open for us, slut”.

“you can make all the noise you want now” chan mumbled as he gave a look to hyunjin “we at least want to hear how good you beg and whine for us”.

you gasped deeply as you cursed under your breath, a ton of incoherent words leaving your lips while you did your best to obey hyunjin’s rule.

“go ahead,” hyunjin grunted, licking his lips at the sight of your weak body still fighting the urges to cum, “degrade yourself and we’ll see if you deserve to cum”

you knew exactly what the both of them wanted, and you knew why they wanted it.

they wanted to see you touch rock bottom because they couldn’t bear the fact that you had use the both of them for your own pleasure. they wanted to see you getting humiliated because it was a way of paying them back for the things you got at their expense. but right now, being completely naked in a bed in front of them, your whole body anticipating for a sweet orgasm while their gazes were fixed on you and their cocks were aching to be inside you… you couldn’t care any less.

“i’m nothing but a filthy slut” you cried, your hips bucking against the toy hyunjin was holding against you, “i’m nothing but holes for the both of you to use when you please”.

a devilish smirk appeared on both of their faces, groaning instinctively at your words.

“i need you both to fuck me” you cried, coming out almost as a painful scream, “fuck- i don’t even care which holes you use, just please-please, pl-please fuck me, i’m nothing but a fucking cockslut”.

your hips kept on grinding against the wand, while both hyunjin and chan stroked their lengths at the delicious sight of your pathetic body practically begging to be used and fucked like an object.

“just because we can’t spent another second without fucking your holes-” hyunjin groaned, pressing the wand against your bundle of nerves even more, “you can cum. but don’t you dare to think for a second that we are done with you”.

and with those three heavenly words, you let out the filthiest moan the both of them had ever heard from you. one spasm after another, your whole body and legs started to shake almost uncontrollably on the bed, your back completely arched while your hands held the soft bed sheets harshly.

“that’s our good slut” chan praised, trying to hold down your body “you look so pathetic and dumb right now, y/n”.

hyunjin turned off the wand and left it aside,undressed himself and laid down on the bed grabbing the nipple clamps that chan left on the side. “i hope you enjoyed it” he muttered, settling himself down on his back while he signaled you to get on top, “because now it’s time for the punishment”.

your weak legs got on top of hyunjin, whining and crying everytime his cock grazed against your core, providing you even the slightest overstimulation.

“2 spanks, isn’t that right?” hyunjin asked with his head slightly tilted, “don’t you think you deserve more?”

“yes, hyunjin” you replied almost automatically, ready to say anything to have your way. and your way was having the both of them fucking you until you forget everything but their names.

“how many do you want?” he asked, “or how many do you think you deserve?”

“give her 20” chan ordered, putting himself right behind you, “and i’ll give her another 20”.

hyunjin licked his lips and forced your whole body to rest on top of him, one of his arms locking you against him while the other one caressed your asscheeks, “count for me, please”.

and so you did. one after another one, you recieved every spank while being bent over hyunjin’s body, feeling his cock hardening every time you let out a painful cry. you couldn’t see yourself, but you knew from experience that a bunch of bruises were going to be decorating your ass tomorrow.

“so pretty” chan groaned, looking at how red both of your asscheeks looked. during your relationship, he was never too fond of causing you any pain. however, that all changed once he saw your pretty body squirming under him every time you received the slightest bit of stimulation.

after giving you a few seconds to gain your composure, hyunjin’s cock was the first one to slam itself into you, earning a moan out of your swollen lips. “you are- so fucking tight” he groaned, clenching his jaw at the sensation of your walls hugging his length, “no wonder why you are always begging to be filled”.

you placed both of your hands on his chest while your head rolled slightly back, feeling the warm sensation of his cock inside you. hyunjin’s hands grabbed the nipple clamps again, and he lost no time into clenching them around your nipples again.

“you look so pretty in these” he groaned, feeling how your cunt throbbed every time he tightened the clamps, “i want to see how pathetic you look riding me with these hanging on from your breasts.”

you let out a faint cry once the clamps were completely hanging from you again, the sore feeling of earlier making its appearance as soon as you tried to move on top of him.

“you are going to ride both of our cocks at the same time” chan mumbled, your whole body trembling with anticipation at the feeling of his length brushing against your asshole. “so you better make us cum”.

you took a deep breath as you felt chan prudding into your tightest hole, the painful feeling being almost unbearable.

“sluts like you can take a cock on their asses” hyunjin groaned, feeling how every time you clenched harder and harder against him, “suck it up”.

your whole body fell down on hyunjin again, your forearms too weak for you to even hold yourself. “i can’t-”

“yes you can” chan interrupted, almost groaning at the feeling of your warm hole, “you had taken me many times before, this time it’s not going to be an exception”.

let out a cry again, feeling how he slammed his cock in and out of you in an attempt to get you used to it. and as much as you hated to admit it, it worked.

the painful feeling was long gone, only replaced with pleasure and the arousal of knowing that both of their cocks were inside you, begging for you to milk them completely.

“start riding us” hyunjin ordered while the tip of his fingers brushed against the gold chain in front of him, “you know how to make us cum, pretty good slut”.

with hard work, you managed to raise your body by resting the palm of your hands on hyunjin’s chest, your hips involuntarily grinding against both of them.

“faster” chan demanded, landing a spank on your sore ass, “prove us how much of a slut you truly are”.

and just as if your brain was controlled by each of their words, you started to move eagerly against them, ignoring the soreness of your whole body. the way the nipple clamps felt on your breasts everytime they bounced, the way hyunjin’s and chan’s cock filled you up just fine, chan’s filthy words and hyunjin’s penetrative gaze was everything you needed to reach your second orgasm.

but you needed to take your time, you needed to engrave this memory in your head because never in your life you had felt more pleasured than being submitted to them.

“come on, slut” hyunjin mumbled, one of his hand pulling the chain of the nipple clamps ever so slightly, “weren’t you bold a few minutes ago talking about how much i beg for you when you ride me?”

and just like a small spark ignited a big fire, his words caused that bratty part of you to come out once again. your hands that were once resting on his chest moved all the way to his neck, choking him just fine and using him as a support, riding both of their cocks while hyunjin’s smirk grew wider and wider.

“you say i can’t go a day without being filled up with a cock” you moaned, making sure to clench around both of them constantly, “but you can’t go a day without wanting to fill me up, we are the same”.

chan let out a groan at the scene and your words, grabbing your hips while he actively slammed his cock into you, making you cry and whine even louder than before.

“that doesn’t make you any less of a slut” hyunjin moaned in between broken words, his smile growing wider everytime you choked him harder. “a beautiful, filthy, cockslut that just wishes to be used as a sex toy every single fucking day”.

you continued on doing your task, choking hyunjin as the chain grazed over his pretty plumped lips. chan’s cock felt heavenly inside you, stretching your ass just fine, but it was the sinful noises coming out of his mouth what made you feel the most aroused.

and just when you thought you had found physical stability in your body, chan grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced your head back, making you arch your back while his eyes found yours.

“you are nothing but our filthy cock slut” he groaned, punding your ass at a rough pace, “you are meant to please us and only us, every time and at any hour of the day that we want. you are nothing but our dirty cute sex toy, always available for us to use and fuck whenever we feel like it”.

“yes, yes, yes, fuck-” you chanted, feeling your orgasm approaching every time a word came out of his lips.

“you look so pathetic right now, y/n” he moaned, his noises mixing up with hyunjin’s, “being stuffed by two cocks and degrading yourself… i wish you could see yourself”.

he let out of your hair making your whole body fall against hyunjin’s once again, chan picking up the pace of his thrusts while he, like hyunjin, desperately chased his high.

“fuck- i’m cuming” you anounced once again, hiding your face on the long-haired’s neck.

“cum all over our cocks” he groaned against your ear, feeling how the movement of your hips became sloppier by the minute, “prove us how much of a slut you are for us”.

and with those last words, your high washed over you once again. not without hyunjin’s hands finding your neck and choking you back as a way of revenge, looking at your pretty glossy eyes trying to keep themselves open while you reached the highest point of your orgasm, your moans and whines coming out broken as hyunjin restricted the flow of oxygen through your head.

“please-” you whined.

“please what?” chan groaned, gripping your hips harshly while he chased his own high.

“please- cum-”

“what do you want, pretty?” hyunjin panted, feeling the consequences of your high driving him almost insane.

“cum- inside” you managed to mumble, your incoherent and fucked out mind too busy trying to recover from the nerve wrecking orgasm to even attempt to talk.

“do you want us to cum inside you?” chan asked with fake sympathy.

“y-yes” you whispered, your eyes rolling to the back of your head while you tried to bear the overstimulation on your holes and nipples, “cum inside”.

“our pretty dumb slut can even form coherent words” hyunjin mocked, slightly slapping one of your cheeks. “too bad we don’t follow orders from fuck toys like you”.

and with that being said, both of them withdrew their cocks from inside you, leaving you without any physical support and laying you down on the bed as you tried to catch a glimpse of what was going on.

“please- not”

“aren’t you a cockslut?” chan questioned, stroking himself right on top of your body, “cock sluts don’t mind where they get the cum, right?”

“inside-”

“be grateful we even fucked you in the first place, y/n” hyunjin groaned, looking at your pretty fucked out face, “and be grateful that we are going to cum on your beautiful body”.

tears started streaming down your face once you realized that you were not going to get what you truly wanted, that being filled up with their cum on both of your holes.

you looked at the both of them stroking their lengths on top of your body, begging for them to cum on you over and over again.

and that’s what they did, painting your abdomen and breasts with their sticky arouse.

“this is the only thing you are good for” hyunjin whispered in your ear, looking at how good your body looked while being dirty, “and just know that we will continue on using you over and over again, because that’s what sluts like you want, isn’t that right?”.

and you, being too weak to even rethink your decision, nodded.

if only you knew, that this was merely the beginning of what was about to come.

[raplinesmoon]

October (MYG x GN!Reader) - Oneshot

Pairing: Min Yoongi x GN!OC/Reader

Genres: heavy heavy heavy ANGST

AUs: interns!AU

Word Count: 8.3k

Trigger Warnings: a story about love that’s not a love story, some cursing, mentions of traumatic accident and brain injury/coma, mentions of hospitals and medical issues, mentions of life support and end-of-life-care, mentions of miscarriage, sadness and just generally people being assholes (including Yoongi), MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, please be kind to yourself and don’t read if any of these things make you uncomfortable or sad (your wellbeing is valued and important)

Ratings: R

Summary: Yoongi can’t remember his life before the fall. He doesn’t want to either - being with you while the mugunghwas bloom is enough.

A/N: Hi everyone! Putting this out there that this is probably the longest (and angstiest) thing I’ve ever written, and I cried a lot while writing it. This story is based on the Bollywood movie October, which is single-handedly one of the most amazing films I’ve ever seen in my life. This story deals with heavy topics (read at your own discretion), but I really tried my best to use my healthcare knowledge and some research to make this an honest portrayal. I recommend reading Being Mortal by Atul Gawande if this topic interests you more. Honestly, it was a journey for me to write this, and although it’s very sad, I’m really proud of it, and if you choose to read it, I hope it speaks to you in some way. Also, big thanks to Suzie (@lcksndkys) for beta-reading this and helping out on the medical side of things (she’s the best, pls give her a follow)!

Crossposted to AO3 here.

mini playlist: autumn leaves by bts | october theme by shantanu moitra | butterfly by bts | don't by eAeon ft RM | love die young by eric nam | like i need u by keshi | rEaR vIeW by zayn

November

“Hello, welcome to the Signiel, how may I help you today?” your chipper voice cuts through the din of the hotel lobby, a warm smile lighting up your face.

“Yes, can you tell us what’s good to see in your city?” The man’s accent is foreign, but kind. He seems genuinely in awe of the posh decor that surrounds him, and the subtle chill emanating from the sliding doors as they woosh open and close.

“Ah yes, there’s so much to see in Seoul! There’s Gyeongbokgung Palace, the Samsung Museum of Art, Namdameun Market…,” you drone on, sharply aware of a pair of cat-like eyes gazing at you from the corner of the lobby.

Your fellow intern Yoongi is there, mopping away at the already pristine marble floors, likely cursing his entire existence for accepting this internship. As interns, you expected you’d be in charge of greeting guests, taste testing the house specialties and coordinating events.

However, the menial tasks were a surprise. Sweeping floors, doing laundry, flushing toilets. Most of the interns, including you, took it in stride. Yoongi, however, was different.

Your eyes can’t look away from him as you watch him furiously mop, back and forth, back and forth, so hard you think he’ll knock the dirty bucket of water over and Manager Im will have his head.

Eventually his movements slow, coming to a complete halt. He lets out a deep sigh, the rich baritone of his voice cutting through the monotony of voices and travelling to your equally tired ears. He’s turned away from you now, instead staring wistfully at the beautiful grand piano tucked away in the corner, its pristine facade reflecting every tiny moment happening in the lobby with immaculate detail.

Glancing back towards the guests, you muster up another smile and offer them their room keys. When you look up again, Yoongi’s gone.

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The clinking of champagne flutes and the echoes of footsteps can be heard as you prepare for tonight’s event. A wedding - one of Seoul’s richest CEOs marries its biggest social butterfly.

You remember reading the groom’s name in a magazine somewhere, and now it currently dwells at the back of your mind. Kim Taehyung? That sounds familiar.

Banishing the intrusive thoughts of handsome Mr. Kim from your mind, you turn back to the task at hand. Napkins should be perfectly folded, not a single crease visible, and the edges should be neat and even with one another. Flowers go in the specific order indicated on your index cards, and candles should be placed in the center of the table, far enough away from the edge that they don’t fall and burn the whole place down.

As you finish placing the last flowers on the table, you’re rammed into by someone. The petals scatter to the ground, creating a large mess where a sophisticated centerpiece should have been.

“Shit, sorry, I-. Here, let me help you,” the person groans out, ennui evident in their listless tone.

“Hi Yoongi! How are you today?” you greet him, carefully bending down and tenderly picking up each stray petal. The mugunghwa flowers feel soft in between the pads of your fingers, their smell light and sweet.

Yoongi lets out a sharp grunt of acknowledgement, as he hunches over and desperately shoves the flowers back into your hands, like a man possessed. As the last bloom finds its way back to you, he nods and makes his way towards Manager Im standing all the way by the stage.

Trying your best to refocus your attention, you catch the faint wind of their seemingly unpleasant conversation from where you stand.

“Need off on the 30th and 31st -- parent’s anniversary -- silver jubilee.”

“Hotel at full occupancy -- should know better -- go get a haircut and stop bothering me please.”

“Fucking fine, keep me here to do your dirty work, then. All I’m asking for is a job that’s worth my qualifications, you know, like the fucking degree I’m supposed to be getting for this?”

You wince at Yoongi’s last comment, knowing the words ring painfully true yet no one else is brave enough to voice them. Manager Im doesn’t bat an eye, ushering Yoongi away with a sweep of his arms and moving on to another part of the room.

As he huffs past you to leave the room, you offer a weak smile Yoongi’s way.

“Thank you for your help picking up the flowers, Yoongi! I’ll see you later.”

Shoes tapping against the marble, he lifts his head but doesn’t turn as he makes his way out of the ballroom, failing to spare a single glance in your direction.

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December 31st

“You know what your problem is Yoongi? You’re constantly annoyed,” Yeri drawls, scowling as the whipped cream topping her coffee drips onto the ground.

You swing your legs from side to side on the curb, avoiding eye contact with Yoongi as he pushes himself out from underneath the hood of your car.

“You know why I’m irritated? It’s because I’m constantly surrounded by you two,” he gestures to you both and scoffs.

“Yah, don’t tell me you’re annoyed about me calling you irritating,” Yeri’s voice goes shrill as Yoongi flips her off, slinging his bag around his shoulder and walking over to his motorbike.

“Thank you for the oil change Yoongi!” you shout, but your voice is drowned out by the whirring of the engine as it fades away, the bike zooming down the road and away from you both.

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Tinsel and fairy lights shimmer along the vast hallway as Yoongi vacuums the carpet that is now full of glitter from the guests’ merrymaking. Despite the cheery exterior scene, the inside of Yoongi’s headset is blaring Seo Taji and the Boys, not Deck the Halls.

He’d unceremoniously landed himself in hot water with Im again, his frustration getting the best of him. Not surprisingly, Im had retaliated by putting him on cleaning duty the one night he knew all the interns were having their holiday party.

Yoongi groans loudly, blinking his eyes and letting his mind travel. If just thinks hard enough, he can almost imagine the bass thumping outside, the clinking of glasses as the drunkest one in the batch gets up to make their yearly toast… he can imagine you, full of warmth and laughter, sparing a smile for everyone you come across.

Yoongi hates that he can’t hate you like he does the others. That you’re always asking him about his day, thanking him for doing the bare minimum when he could be doing more, appreciative of his mere presence when all Im and the others want is for him to get lost. To disappear.

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“Yah, Namjoon, why are you on the ground again, are you drunk?” Yeri screeches, trying her best to lift up the gentle giant of a man who’s made himself at home on the grass by the pool.

“Druuuunk onnnn youuuuu babyyyy!” Namjoon shouts with vigor. Namjoon’s candid behavior has you smirking to yourself, thinking how nice it is to see the kind, reserved intern let loose and enjoy himself a little. Yeri seems to be enjoying it too, a faint blush coloring her cheeks despite the grimace on her face.

“A toast,” Seokjin, the broad shouldered senior intern exclaims, “to another year gone by!”

“Happy New Year!!” The chorus is loud and raucous.

Glasses are raised and hors d'oeuvres consumed, the golden lights twinkling in the night.

“Seokjin, another drink?” Yeri reaches out, offering up a beer in her hand.

“Nahhh, I’m okay,” he counters. “Besides, gotta drive home with Yoongi at the end of the night, you know how it is.

“Come to think of it,” you ponder. “I haven’t even seen him, where is Yoongi?”

You hoist yourself up onto the railing, dizzy from the effects of the alcohol reaching your head.

You feel the wet, slippery dew drops against your fingers and suddenly, nothing.

Slipping through space, the air whooshes around you as you fall, staring up at the sparkling lights one final time before you hear a loud thump and everything fades to black.

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“Patient is in acute respiratory distress —- I’m having trouble finding a pulse --- might need intubation,” the static crackles through the radio.

Yoongi was slumped against the hallway, eyes closed. Lost in a dream world of allegros and sonatas, he’s jolted awake by the jarring dissonance of a wrong note. Blearily, he rubs his eyes, but the note remains prolonged, piercing his eardrums.

It’s a siren. His pupils dilate as the bright red lights hit them. Something’s wrong.

Yoongi doesn’t know when he started running, or how, just that he’s skirting on death’s edge, skipping stairs two at a time, making his way down the emergency staircase to the ground floor exit.

He’s greeted with the sight of Manager Im, face blanched and brows furrowed, speaking to a police officer.

“Their name is ___. They fell from the third floor swimming pool, but normally no one goes there.”

The officer nods along, jotting Im’s statement down on a notepad, and it’s then that Yoongi turns and sees the blood.

A pool of it, and you, in the middle. Before he can even think, EMTs are strapping you in and lifting you onto a stretcher.

“Current status, 23 y/o F patient who will need mechanical ventilation, sedated, no movement. Pulse 110”, the voice blares through the megaphone.

All Yoongi can do is tremble, Seokjin coming to wrap an arm around him. He watches the ambulance as it drives away, wondering where and when everything decided to go so wrong.

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January 2nd

The fragrant perfume of gochujang and crackling of oil permeates the air as Yoongi pulls up to the tteokbokki stall, shaking out his windswept helmet hair from the frantic drive over.

Seokjin gives him a pitiful glance, Yeri and Namjoon both avoiding eye contact.

Yoongi decides to speak up first. “Dude, you could have told me what happened that night.

“Yoongi, I called you. I must have left at least 15 messages.”

“Listen up, interns,” Im sneers. “You will not breathe a word of this to anyone, okay? Not until the police report is complete. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Manager,” Yeri and Namjoon answer monotonously, Seokjin nodding along.

“Min,” Im says, “here’s an extra entry pass. Go and see them, and report straight back to me afterwards.”

Yoongi gapes at the keycard Im hands him, unsure of how to breathe.

“Yoongi,” Yeri breathes out, struggling to hold back tears. “Go. 3rd floor, neuro ICU, bed 28.”

Yoongi steps backwards. One step. Another. He feels as though he’s dragging his feet through a pool of quicksand. If he doesn’t get on the bike, he wouldn’t be able to go to the hospital. He wouldn’t be able to see ___, broken and bruised. He would be able to pretend that nothing had happened, that everything was normal, that you’d pop up out of nowhere and say “Hi Yoongi!” with that wide smile of yours.

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“Dr. Sungchul Kim, please report to the cardiology department.”

The loudspeakers are garish and blaring, befitting of a circus rather than the serious, sterile institution Yoongi finds himself in.

Yoongi thought the behind the scenes of the hotel was the most depressing thing ever, but he was wrong. The white walls and the smell of antiseptic taunt him, reminding him of the way these walls act as a prison for lives barely hanging on. Lives like ___’s.

As he approaches the ward, he can make out a haggard looking woman with kind eyes, conversing with a police officer towering over her.

“___ was a good person. They would never drink alcohol so recklessly, and all their friends at the hotel were such good influences. I know my child. They didn’t just fall, someone pushed them.”

“Ma’am,” the police officer starts, “I understand your concern, but we have to consider all possible options here.”

The officer’s conversation with your mother drifts away as Yoongi finds himself at the entrance of the neuro ICU. The guard gestures for him to remove his shoes and sanitize his hands.

Then, Yoongi is ushered into room #28 with a gust of cold air following behind him. He wonders if you were cold when you fell. He hopes not.

He tiptoes through the room, silent, as if one wrong footfall could wake any of the patients in here. People who sleep but don’t dream, don’t know when or if they’ll wake up.

At the end, towards the window, he stops and sees you. Small and frail-looking, bright spots of red and purple littering your entire face. They’ve cut off your hair, he muses. He remembers how you always used to wear it in a sleek, neat style, and how keeping it off your face highlighted your eyes.

And the tubes. There’s so many. Yoongi counts 19 in total, all hooked up to different machines and making their way into your body. He wonders what they’re all for, how they manage to keep you alive when you look anything but.

The nurse comes by to change your IV, and Yoongi feels sick. He’s an intruder, and he doesn’t belong here. Doesn’t deserve to be here. He turns on his heels and walks out of the ward, the monotonous beeping never leaving his head the whole time.

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January 16th

It’s hot and muggy in the apartment, the pressure cooker letting out the last bits of steam as Seokjin scoops out an even portion of rice, placing a perfectly shaped dome on Yoongi’s plate.

Silence was never an issue between the two of them, but now, it feels overwhelming. Like both of them have forgotten how to speak, forgotten how to live.

The days since the accident have all passed like this, in still and stagnancy.

“I still can’t get over how swollen their face was, and did you see all those tubes?” Yoongi’s voice is gruff, hoarse from days of no use, from keeping his head down and changing sheets and mopping floors.

Seokjin stares at him questioningly, wondering why Yoongi chose to broach this topic of conversation when they haven’t spoken in a week.

“I felt like I had the wind knocked out of me just standing there,” Yoongi drawls on.

“Is that why you never went back? I’ve been there twice already, you know. Namjoon has gone at least three times, and Yeri goes as soon as she gets off work every day.”

“I-, it’s not that, it’s the machines. They make it hard to concentrate,” Yoongi counters, feeling ashamed that while he was lost in a haze, his fellow interns were using their free time to visit the hospital.

“They asked about you, you know? Right before they fell. ___ asked, “Where is Yoongi?””

The same feeling of sickness from the ICU washes over Yoongi again, his breath heaving and palms becoming clammy. He wishes he could admit himself into the hospital too, maybe then he wouldn’t feel so guilty.

“Bro, something’s wrong with the food, it doesn’t taste right today” Yoongi starts, hauling himself up off the ground. “I’m gonna go to the tteokbokki stand and eat. You want anything?”

Seokjin looks up at him, cheeks full of food. “It tastes fine to me.”

“Alright then, see ya later man.” The door closes on a concerned looking Seokjin, as Yoongi makes his way out to the parking spot.

The cool air on his face has Yoongi feeling lighter, breathing easier, and he feels brave enough to detour from the tteokbokki stand and follow the green and white exit sign to Seoul National University Hospital.

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Inside, the ward air suffocates Yoongi once more, as he makes his way to room 28.

He sees your mother again, and another smaller version of you, trapped in yet another conversation, this time with the doctor. A sister maybe? He always thought you were an only child. Yoongi surprises himself constantly with how much he never knew about you, how much he could’ve found out if only he took a chance.

Passing by, neither of them fail to acknowledge the blonde haired boy making his way into ___’s room. Glancing again towards the end of the bed, he sees the same nurse from last time, clipboard in hand, recording your vital signs.

She takes notice of him lingering behind her. “Are you family?”

Yoongi shakes his head no.

“A boyfriend then?” Another shake of his head.

“The other boy that was here, is he the boyfriend?” Yoongi’s throat tightens, but he somehow manages to croak out a no.

“Sir, if you don’t have a reason to be here, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. I hope you understand, these are the rules.”

She beckons Yoongi out of the room. He turns and gives ___ one final wave, passing the two women on his way out, before being cast out into the frigid chill of the winter air once more.

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February

“Off again, Yoongi?!” Namjoon calls out, as the door shuts in front of him, and he and Seokjin hear the kickstart of the motorbike once more.

Yoongi’s been disappearing multiple times a week, firing up his bike and blazing through gas money. Somehow he always ends up at the hospital. Sometimes, he’s brave enough to go in and spend a minute, or five, or ten by your side. Sometimes he just lingers outside the ward, especially when he sees the nurse go on. Most of the time, he just sits outside on the bench, listening to conversations between the doctors and staff that work there. Yoongi would consider himself halfway to an MD based on the things he’s overheard sometimes.

Today, though, he’s possessed by the unknown urge to see you again. To check up on you. Maybe it’s based on the conversation he overheard last week between your mother and the doctor. About how you’re in a deep coma, and neither awake or alert. About how your case might be hopeless. He hears your sister cry, your brother (who he’d seen recently) with the doe eyes suck in a gasp, and your mother plead to give them some more time.

He wants to tell you that time’s running out, that you need to wake up soon or everything will be over. And yet, he wants someone to be gentle with you. To tell you that despite how hard it is, you can take all the damn time in the world. Just as long as you keep trying, keep fighting.

“Excuse me sir? This is a day pass.” The guard outside the hospital stops Yoongi.

“Shit, I-, I left my night pass at home. Can you just let me in please? I have to speak to someone, it won’t take long at all.”

“No entry without a pass, sir. Rules are rules.”

“Fuck, listen, I just need like five minutes please? I’ve been coming here everyday, they recognize me. I really need to speak to her.”

“No entry without a pass,” the guard becomes aggressive, pushing Yoongi away. Yoongi struggles in his grip, cursing out the guard with every breath, but he finds himself back on the curb, head held in his hands.

“Excuse me? I couldn’t help but overhear that you’re looking for a night pass. You can borrow mine.”

Yoongi stares up at the mellifluous voice, and does a double take. Kim Taehyung. The Kim Taehyung whose wedding he’d coordinated mere months ago. Before the fall.

“Are you sure you don’t need it?”

“I’m Kim Taehyung, I can get another hospital pass any time I want. My wife’s in the hospital for pregnancy complications. She’s staying for a few days, but I know she’ll be okay. That we’ll be okay. You, on the other hand, don’t seem so sure. Take it, please.”

“Mr. Kim --- Taehyung --- sir, thank you. Thank you so much. I hope your wife is okay.” Yoongi’s gummy smile shows for the first time in a long time, as he snatches the pass and presents it to the guard standing there with an astounded look on his face.

Taehyung watches the other man with a wistful smile. Give a life, save a life. He and his wife couldn’t save their baby, but maybe for the man with the gummy smile and the sad eyes, there was hope yet.

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“Hey. Hey ___. Wake up.” Yoongi whispers, flailing his arms around, trying to catch your attention.

He yearns to reach out and stroke the short spikes of hair that now adorn your head, hoping that a tender touch would jolt you to life.

“___, wake up please. I have something important to tell you.”

Yoongi feels the tears building up in his eyes, and he wants to fall to the floor from exhaustion. Working shifts at the hotel, then coming here and spending time with you. He wants everything to go back to the way it was before.

“You wanted to know where I was that day? The day you fell? Actually I was…. I wasn’t around. I wasn’t there.”

Yoongi chokes the words out, reaching behind his head to ruffle his hair and relieve the nervous itch that has built up in his bones.

That night, Yoongi sleeps on a bench outside, the bitter tang of tears and unspoken apologies clogging his throat.

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March

For the first time in months, Yoongi wakes up and heads to work on time. The hospital was important, but today, the hotel housed something even more important. ___’s car.

The abandoned red station wagon is parked in the same spot outside the hotel, collecting dust that flies away with each gust of the spring breeze.

“What do you need this time?” Yeri’s voice is clipped and harsh as she approaches Yoongi by the parking lot.

“Did uh, ___ ever talk about me? Like in college?”

“Are you kidding me Yoongi? That’s what you called me over to talk about?”

“Yeri, please! I need to know.”

“No, Yoongi! No! We had better things to talk about than your lazy ass! Why would they have cared?!”

“But they did Yeri! Why would they have asked about me before she fell? And none of you thought to tell me either! People’s last words are special, they’re not just something you can ignore!”, Yoongi is roaring, rage boiling in his veins.

“Look Yoongi, I really don’t think they were interested in you. You guys were too different. Now, if that’s all, both you and I should get back to work,” Yeri says icily.

“Fuck that, I’m out of here. See you around, Yeri.”

. . .

“Hey!” Yoongi gestures to the valet, pointing at the station wagon. “Do you have the keys for this?”

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Your mother is a professor, Yoongi muses. Another thing I didn’t know about her, he ponders to himself as he pulls the now shiny and sparkling station wagon into the driveway of your family home. Your mother steps out onto the porch, wide-eyed and shocked at seeing the familiar vehicle being driven by such an unfamiliar person.

“You’re the one from the hospital. How did you get our address?” her tone is laced with shock and surprise.

“My name’s Yoongi, I was one of ___’s fellow interns. I got your address from Yeri. I’m sorry for not letting you know in advance that I was coming, but I thought it was time to return the car to where it belonged.”

Tears fill the old woman’s eyes as she breathes a sigh of relief.

“Thank you,” she whispers. “Would you like to come in for some tea?”

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Everywhere Yoongi looks, baby pictures of you adorn the walls. You’re alone in some of them. In others, you’re accompanied by a mini you and a doe eyed boy. The common theme among all of them is that your smile is bright, eyes wide and filled with kindness. You’re happy. He’d never seen you any other way until the fall.

“Yoongi,” your mother calls out. “Please come and sit.”

She clears her throat, starting again. “Between here and the hospital, things have been so hectic, we forgot all about the car. Thank you for bringing it back for us.”

“You know,” Yoongi speaks, startling everyone at the table. “When I was a small child, I fractured my left arm. It should have healed in three weeks but it didn’t. I thought I’d never be able to play piano again. But eventually it healed. In the same way, ___ should have been okay by now, and she’s not. But she will be. She just needs a little more time.”

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April

The underside of ___’s bed has become a familiar place to Yoongi. Every day, he checks the bag filled with yellow fluid underneath, using it as his one sign that ___ is still alive.

“Nurse, isn’t her urine output a little more than usual today? What could that mean?”

Nurse, unfortunately, has never warmed up to Yoongi in the few months they’ve known each other.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?”

Yoongi flashes his teeth and lets out a gummy smile. “You’re right, I actually do have something I need to do. Bye, ___. See you soon.”

The little girl is anticipating Yoongi’s arrival in the waiting room. He plops down on the seat next to her, and pulls out a book from his bag.

“How much longer until your mom has the baby?”, he asks.

“I don’t know,” she whines. “You should ask the baby.”

“You’re right,” he chuckles, flipping open the pages of the book. “Now where did we last leave off? I think our hero was about to fight the mighty dragon…”

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The bland mush of the hospital café’s offerings leaves a strange taste at the back of Yoongi’s throat. Huddled around a table all together, ___’s uncle is the first to speak.

“I’ve seen cases like this before. I think we should pull the plug. If ___ has to live like this, like a vegetable, what’s the point of all this torture? They won’t even recognize us anymore, is that what you really want?”

“Please Won-jae, don’t start again with the negativity,” your mother looks this close to losing it, hair frazzled and clothes rumpled.

Yoongi clears his throat, startling the table guests once again. He notices they all seem intimidated by him, as if he’s a stranger that makes them uncomfortable, scared to admit their hopelessness.

“Just because ___ can’t recognize you, that doesn’t mean you can’t recognize them. They’re still the same ___.”

“I think he’s right,” the shy boy with the doe eyes speaks up. Yoongi had recently learned your younger brother’s name. Jungkook. The younger boy had looked at Yoongi with stars in his eyes, asking him for help with his homework and talking to him at any chance he could get. Yoongi would spend every second of the day with Jungkook and your younger sister Sooyoung if it meant the sadness in their eyes would disappear little by little.

“Anyway,” Yoongi says. “I have to get going. I’ll make sure to stop by the pharmacy and get ___’s medications before I leave. Is there anything else you need me to do?”

“No, Yoongi.” Your mother offers him a faint smile, tenderness in her gaze. “You’ve done more than enough.”

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May

“You’ve been spending a lot of time at the hospital these days,” Seokjin says the moment Yoongi walks in the door. “I was beginning to think I’d never seen you at home again either. Not like I see you at work these days anyway.”

Yoongi ignores him, leafing through the fridge for anything to eat. He finds nothing. Disappointed, he slams the door shut, Seokjin’s broad frame cornering him against the fridge.

“Only like the taste of hospital food now?”

“What the fuck is your problem, Seokjin? If you have something to say, just spit it out.”

“Fine. I will. I’ve covered 6 of your shifts over the past month. Yeri has covered 4, and Namjoon has covered 3. I can’t afford the apartment anymore because I’m the only one bringing money in since you never come to work, and I’m this close to asking Namjoon to move in with me.”

“Your point is?”

“You know what it is Yoongi! Why are you doing this? What were they to you anyway, it’s not like they were your best friend. The doctors said it themselves, the chances of survival are low.”

“Seokjin, you’re telling me you only do something when there’s a 100% chance it’ll work out? If there’s a chance, even a small chance that ___ will make it, I have to help.”

“Yoongi, you have to start living in the real world again. What you’re doing isn’t practical. You’re not helping anyone - not me, not you, and not ___.”

“Don’t you dare say that, Seokjin. Don’t you dare,” Yoongi wants to continue on, but is interrupted by the blaring of his ringtone. ___’s mother. Seokjin looks at the phone, daring him to pick it up, to confirm his suspicions that Yoongi is no longer capable of rational thought when it comes to you.

Accept call. With no hesitation, Yoongi leaves his best friend and roommate behind, revving up his motorbike and disappearing into the night once more.

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“___ has had a massive stroke. While their brain activity spiked, they weren’t able to regain control of her movements. It’s likely they’ll be paralyzed for life.”

The doctors deliver the crushing blow to the family huddled in the stairwell, Yoongi standing in the corner beside them.

“You heard what the doctor said, and yet you still foolishly cling onto hope. Why can’t you all just be practical for once? What kind of a person would want to live like this?” Won-jae’s biting words cut through the air, and Yoongi can see their devastating effects, watching the hope slowly drain from your family’s eyes.

There were many socially unacceptable things Yoongi would like to say to your uncle right now, but for the sake of avoiding chaos, he decides to be gentle instead.

“Maybe ___ wants to live like this. Maybe ___ wants to live, period. Maybe they don’t. In any case, who are we to decide that for them?”

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“Your uncle has the patience of a wild boar,” Yoongi says to you. He hopes you’re listening, that you can hear his rant. It’s not like Seokjin wants to speak to him anymore, so he only has you to let it out to.

“So what if you need the machines for a little longer? There are times when my motorbike doesn’t start either. Then, I just give it a good kick and it starts. The machines will do the same for you, so just bear with it ___. Okay? Just bear with it for me. For us.”

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June

The chill air of the morning greets Yoongi the moment he steps out onto his balcony, craving the iced Americano he always used to get from the hotel kitchen. The hospital coffee is absolute shit, he decides. And it wasn’t like he had money to afford fancy coffee from any of the cafés surrounding it. Seokjin had stopped loaning him money long ago, instead preferring to sulk with Namjoon and Yeri any chance he got.

A strange sight greets him across the parking lot. His bike, perched against a blooming tree, covered in a fresh blanket of mugunghwa flowers. He hadn’t even noticed the seasons changing, the sterile white walls of the hospital obscuring every ray of light that dared filter in through the windows.

An idea crosses Yoongi’s mind. He chucks on his sandals and makes his way to the carpark. Kneeling by his bike, he painstakingly picks up every single blossom, the light floral scent permeating his senses.

Not less than fifteen minutes later, he’s dumping the blooms out onto your hospital bed, dozing off in the chair next to your bed as he prepares for the long day ahead.

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He wakes to the appalled gasps and shrieks of the nurses, rubbing his eyes and balking at the sight before him. Your nostrils. They’re moving. You’re breathing on your own.

Dr. Sungyuk Park is by your bedside, the most renowned neurosurgeon in all of South Korea. The man who knows everything seems lost for words, and behind him, he sees Sooyoung and Jungkook hugging your mother tightly, tears in their eyes.

“Coma patients can often respond to strong external stimuli, like the smell of these flowers. In this case, it’s a very positive sign that we’re on the right track,” Dr. Park explains, and Yoongi feels the burden upon his shoulders lift with each word.

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July

“____, today at 5am, you opened your eyes. You’re doing very good, I want you to try to do a little bit more? Can you do that for me?” Dr. Park’s voice echoes across the ward.

Yoongi can’t believe it. A month ago, he brought the mugunghwa flowers to you. In that time, you’ve started slowly waking, coming back to life before him and your family’s eyes.

He rests a hand on your mother’s shoulders, fearing that the poor woman may fall over from sheer joy.

“I want you to look to your left for me,” Dr. Park continues, your orbs bloodshot but still beautiful to Yoongi’s own eyes following his finger slowly and precisely.

“Aaaand to your right please,” you follow seamlessly, the opening of your eyes mark the beginning of a new chapter in your story.

As Dr. Park steps out, your mother rushes to your bedside, gently reaching out to stroke the long bangs that now fall over your face.

“___,” Sooyoung cries. “Your hair is so pretty now. Now please get better. Get better so that we can all go home soon.”

“It’s been too long,” your mother sobs, collapsing against Jungkook. “It’s been too long without you, my dear. Please come back. Come back soon.”

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Sweat drips down Yoongi’s back, restaurant duty causing him to hover between the dining room and the kitchen behind it, cleaning up scraps, carrying plates, and bussing tables. Manager Im has him working double duty on probation, threatening that if he doesn’t show up for his shifts, his degree will be terminated and he’ll never graduate from the management program.

Normally, Yoongi wouldn’t have minded the hours. In fact, the old Yoongi would have taken this chance at redemption in stride. The new Yoongi, however, is filled with butterflies. He longs to see you every day, to see your pretty eyes looking up at him, to ask you how your day went.

The other day, Sooyoung ran up to him and hugged him tightly, saying that after just two weeks, you’d moved from being able to open your eyes to croaking out words.

Eomma had been your first. Garbled in tone, but the meaning crystal clear. Sooyoung had been with you all week, trying to teach you the syllables.

“SOO-YUNG,” she lisped out, the air escaping between her two buck teeth. “Soon you’ll learn my name too!”

Yoongi’s thoughts are interrupted by a plate being shoved towards him.

“Excuse me, waiter boy? Are you even paying attention? I told you to take this food back.”

“Why,” Yoongi seethes. “There’s nothing wrong with it.”

“Don’t talk to me in that tone! This food already tastes like shit and we’re paying for it, bring us something else on the house.”

Yoongi takes a deep breath, putting on his customer service voice. “I’m sorry the meal wasn’t to your satisfaction. Unfortunately, I can’t refund the order completely. I’m sure we can bring you another replacement that’ll be more to your liking.”

The man sneers, disdain evident in their expression. “Listen to me you fucking nobody, your job is to make people like me happy. You don’t have a life. I control your paycheck, and therefore I control your life. So, it’ll do you good to just shut up and do what I say.”

White hot rage blinds Yoongi’s vision, and before he knows it, the plate is clattering to the ground and his fist is flying into the asshole’s face. A scuffle starts, people jumping in from left and right to prevent the two of them from hurting each other.

Yoongi feels a pair of arms drag him away from the man, Seokjin holding him steady.

“Yoongi man, stop, just stop. Leave it alone, leave it!” Seokjin implores him to calm down.

Yoongi yanks himself out of Seokjin’s grasp, untying his apron with a groan and throwing it onto the luxurious hotel carpet. He can feel Im’s seething stare from behind his eyelids, but he no longer cares about Im, or the hotel, or this job. All he wants is you.

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As dawn approaches, Yoongi once again finds himself by your bedside. Except, this time, he’s not alone. Dr. Park is there, checking your vitals and jotting notes down on a clipboard.

“Dr. Park, does this mean she’s fully conscious now?” Yoongi gazes expectantly upon the old man, willing him to inject some much needed hope into his day.

“Thalamus… cortex… medulla oblongata… dorsal plexus of the spine. These medical terms have one spiritual connotation… the soul. And the soul never goes into a coma. Have patience, ___’s trying.”

And with that, he makes his final notes and leaves the room.

Yoongi takes this moment alone to stare into your eyes. He’s never properly looked into them, he realizes. Even when you’d always greet him daily, he always looked past you. Never at you. He takes all the time he has left.

“____. Hey ____. Listen to me, can you say Yoongi? YOON-GI. It’s simple, just try it.”

You look up at him with a blank stare. No response. Yoongi panics, his chest becoming heavy. For a moment, he entertains the terrible thought that you’ll never recognize him again, that maybe he doesn’t mean anything to you, even though you’ve come to mean everything to him.

“___, please. Please say something, do something. It’s me. Yoongi. You asked about me before. Please, please. Look to your left if you recognize me.”

When he sees your eyes shift to the left, Yoongi almost sobs with relief. He wants to collapse and hug you for making his insignificant existence feel worth something again. But he doesn’t want to scare you. Instead, he lifts himself up gently and waves goodbye, pinning something on the wall before slipping out of the ward before the first rays of morning light filter into the room.

When he doesn’t come back to your bedside that day, your family is left speechless. Gone, nearly without a trace. The only proof he’d existed at all was the small passport photo he’d clipped to the railing of your bed, the black ink of the Hangul lettering spelling out a single word. Yoongi.

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August

The new hotel brings a strange feeling with it. Yoongi’s not used to the crisp air of the mountains, growing up among the fog and fumes of Seoul. He’s not used to having a fresh start, to being unburdened by the weight of others’ expectations. He doesn’t know how to feel, so he settles for just living for now, spending every day training staff and overseeing operations.

When the Signiel offered him a new placement, Yoongi was reluctant to leave you behind. He’d paced for days on end, chewing his fingernails raw, wondering how to break the news. Your mother beat him to that.

“Yoongi, you’ve done more for us than you could imagine. Please, it’s time for you to go on and live your life. You’re still so young. We’ll manage.”

And so, Yoongi headed towards the hills. The cozy chalet he worked at was full of nothing but friendly and forgiving people. He struck up a friendship with the assistant manager, Hoseok, and the two of them would often roam the grove of Japanese Maple trees adjacent to the hotel, wandering and rambling on for hours and hours. Hoseok reminded him of Seokjin, and of Yeri and Namjoon, people he should have held close to his heart, but instead, he let go.

He wondered how you were constantly. Amongst preparing the drinks, dusting the decor, and planning excursions. His thoughts never strayed from you. Were you still in the hospital? Were you home? Was someone taking care of you?

He’d given the nurse strict instructions before he left, telling her every little detail he noticed you liked or responded to. The nurse waved him off with a smile, saying he was a fool in love. And that’s what solidified Yoongi’s decision to run.

Love. The feelings he developed for you were dangerous. Love made people selfish, it made people succumb to their deepest desires without a second thought for others. Yoongi decided that wasn’t fair to you. You deserved to live out a full and happy life. You deserved to live unburdened by his feelings, feelings that were out of his control, but could have sent you reeling off the rails were you ever to find out. Yoongi never wanted that for you, and maybe he’d never find out the reason you asked for him the day you fell, but he’d made his peace with it. The mountain air had done him some good.

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Peace, however, is a fickle thing. Yoongi’s startled awake in the middle of night by the blaring of his phone, your mother’s contact name lighting up the screen.

He scrambles to answer the phone, breathing heavily as he rasps out, “Hello? Ahjoomah, is everything okay? Is ___ okay?”

“Yoongi,” your mother sobs out. “The last few days have been so difficult. First ___ stopped responding, then they had another seizure. We had to take them back to the ICU, and the doctor told us they’re at a severe risk of cardiac problems. Once the seizure subsided, ____ started to become violent towards others and themself. They’ve had to put on restraints.”

“Ahjoomah, I-, let me help you, please.” Yoongi pleads, tears pricking his eyes. “What do you need from me?”

“Yoongi, I just wanted to let you know since you’ve become so close. Don’t worry about us, this is now part of our lives. You focus on your work, okay?” her voice cracks on the last syllable, and the line cuts dead.

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September

“___, can you please lift your leg for us again. Please try one more time,” the physiotherapist asks, struggling against your lashing figure.

Yoongi looks at the scene with grief, chastising himself for leaving. After the phone call, he’d packed his bags and caught the first train to Seoul, leaving an apology note for Hoseok. Come the morning, he’d woken up in the hospital waiting room to your mother’s shocked face, catching the faint hint of disappointment emanating from her.

“Doctor?” Yoongi says. “Is it okay if I just take ___ out into the hallway for a bit?”

He nods a reluctant yes, and Yoongi wheels your chair out into the sunny yet secluded alcove at the end of the hallway.

He leans against the wall, looking at your face that’s lolled to the side, turned away from him.

“I know you’re mad at me. I’m sorry. I’ll never leave you again I promise. Now, don’t you want to get better?”

As Yoongi falls asleep that night, his phone buzzes with a text from Seokjin.

You’re back, and you didn’t think to tell me? The keys are in the flower pot outside the door. There’s food in the fridge. I made samgyeopsal, your favorite. Oh, and Yoongi? When you come back in, please take a shower. You probably smell like sterile piss.

He lets out a loud laugh and looks up at you, suddenly stopping in his tracks when he sees the ghost of a smile flicker across your face.

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Bringing his foot down onto the plywood, Yoongi jumps on the makeshift ramp he’d built to commemorate your homecoming, testing it out for signs of weakness. Driving to your house each morning, checking out the ramp, lifting you in and out of bed, making sure there was fresh air circulating in your room… it had all become part of his daily routine.

His mornings, afternoons, and evenings were filled with you. He’d cook breakfast for Sooyoung and Jungkook in the kitchen. He’d strap you into the wheelchair and take you out for a spin every afternoon. In the evenings, he’d sit at the dining table with you and your mother, her professor side out in full force as she taught you how to write shaky letters once more.

Today, on his daily stroll with you, he’d stopped in the park for a moment. The weather was chilly yet enjoyable, but he still made sure you were bundled up in a coat and scarf.

Yoongi lets out a groan and plops down on a bench, right beside your chair. The falling leaves have him reminiscing on his life a year ago, and how different everything was back then. How both of you were two ships in the night, navigating the same murky waters yet never crossing paths. And now you’d become his anchor, and he was your lighthouse, guiding you to safety and security every hour of the day.

“Do you ever want to go far, far away?” Yoongi blurts out, unable to contain his thoughts. “Where would you go? You never imagined you’d go into a coma, right? None of us did.”

The last words are a whisper, Yoongi being careful not to dwell on the past. All that matters is the road to recovery.

“Can I ask you one final thing? That night, when you fell, why did you ask for me? Why did you ask for Yoongi?” The door was closing on this chapter for the both of them, but Yoongi would always wonder about the what ifs. What if he had been there that night, what if she had never gone into a coma, what if life for the both of them hadn’t morphed before their very eyes?

A strangled noise interrupts Yoongi’s thoughts once more. He glances over to you, and is shocked to find your lips moving.

“Yoon-gi,” you croak. “Yun-gi.”

Recognition fills your eyes, and Yoongi is incapable of doing nothing but hiding his head in his hands, not wanting you to see the tears of joy that fall and mix with the dew drops on the vibrant green grass.

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October

The call came in the middle of the night, annihilating Yoongi with the weight of its impact, and for once, he’s the weak one. Sobbing helplessly into his sheets as Seokjin throws his arms around his roommate and holds him through the night.

____ had another seizure last night. Their lungs collapsed. They passed away at 2:27am.

The words echo in Yoongi’s brain as he makes his way to your front door, pushing past the crowd of mourners as numbness encapsulates his entire being.

He passes your uncle, hunched over in the recliner, weeping into his hands. He passes your mother, holding on tight to Sooyoung and Jungkook, almost as if they too will slip out of her grasp at any moment.

He gazes into your room, surprised to still see you lying among the pillows. You look so peaceful, almost as if you’re asleep. It’s the most he’s seen you look like your old self in a long time and Yoongi feels nothing but pain as tears burn in his eyes. Pain that you were awarded a brief moment of peace, of normalcy, before it was all snatched away so soon. Pain that you’d never live out the life you deserved to have, to achieve the happiness that you were meant to achieve. And he’d never be there to see it too.

He stays the night, and the night after that, and the next two nights, helping with the signing of documents and ushering the guests out, one by one, until it’s just your mother and siblings with him at the table.

“We’re moving to Daegu in two weeks,” your mother gasps. “For a fresh start.”

Yoongi knows that their paths diverge here, that in two weeks, all traces of you, and Sooyoung with her buck teeth, Jungkook with his doe eyes, and your mother’s loving smile will be erased from his life. He keeps quiet, afraid to say anything. Afraid to tell them that he doesn’t want them to go, that his soul that had finally found an anchor would be cast out into the depths once more.

“You know Yoongi,” your mother chokes out a sob. “___ loved mugunghwa flowers. Every year, they’d eagerly wait for October when all the flowers fell from the trees and collect them on a sheet with thier father and count them one by one. Mugunghwa are known for their extreme resilience, weathering the worst of conditions to produce something beautiful. They’ll always be known as the “eternal blossom”, and I couldn’t think of a better way to describe our ___.”

The magic of the mugunghwa isn’t lost on Yoongi. He watches as your mother gestures out to a potted shrub in the yard. “____ had a plant of her own. Every day, they would come home and smile at it, water it, and tend to it. They’d pick the flowers when they fell and put them as a centerpiece on our table. I don’t…. I can’t just leave it here to die.”

“I’ll take it,” Yoongi says. “I’ll take care of it, don’t worry. It’ll be safe with me.”

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November

The heat of the spotlight burns the hairs on the back of Yoongi’s neck. He’s going to suffocate in this damn suit. He’ll have to talk to Seokjin to see if Yeri would be able to find him a replacement.

With a flourish of the keys, he ends the song and clears his throat into the microphone.

“That’s all for tonight, folks. My name is Min Yoongi, grand pianist at the Signiel Hotel, and the piece you just heard was called October. Thank you for listening.”

A/N pt 2: I didn’t want to put this in the summary, but this piece is dedicated to a classmate of mine that passed away suddenly this semester. I’ve been wrestling with a lot of grief surrounding their passing, wondering if I could’ve done or said something to make things turn out differently. Like Dr. Park says, the soul can never be put into a coma, and I hope that wherever they are, their soul is resting easy and at peace. As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜