#spotted : ace kang

[2000sgossip]

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[t3kandson]

Fire & Flee

Wordcount; 4,453

Fandom; ACE

Pairing; Reader X O5

Characters; Kim Byeongkwan, Kang Yuchan, Lee Donghun, Park Junhee & Kim Sehyoon

Warning; Threesome, fingering, oral sex (giving), double penetration, outside sex, angst, edging, love dilemma & talk of making babies.

Notes, Chapter 6/8 of Release that stress, rest of Chapters found here.

Happy New Year’s Day, the year that we get 4/5 our our baby’s back. 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

You was woken to the strange sensation of two lips upon your body. One resting by your neck as the other along your shoulder blade.

“Morning baby,” Byeongkwan said against your back helping to clear up your confusion. “Kwannie decided to come help this morning,” Chan purred in to your ear. “But isn’t that against the rules?” you asked turning to your back as they both hovered over you. “Rules are meant to be broken,” Byeongkwan whispered as his kisses found your naked nipple. “Plus how can I say no when I see this naked beauty just laying on the bed,” he added as his hands gently knead around your breasts. “No one will know,” Chan sniggered between kisses against your neck. “Know what?” you stifled a chuckle as Byeongkwan’s hands lowered down to your stomach, slipping further to your folds.

Back arching as his fingers plunge into your core, Chan’s teeth graze on your lower lips. “Know how a naughty minx you are,” Byeongkwan reply’s as he quickens his speed.

“Well with this,” he paused tapping the lips his teeth just let go. “I think people will definitely know,” Chan adds as he stands to pull his trousers off. “So i suggest maybe one of those good sucks to help quieten you,” Chan smirked placing his cock between your open lips.

Opening like a baby bird ready for there feed, Chan pushes his cock in deep down your throat that attacks your gag reflux. “That’s it baby Suck me good like you did in the lift,” He coo’s. Byeongkwan’s fingers curving around your sensitive spot has your moans vibrating along Chan’s shaft. “Shit, I’ll cum if you keep making her do that,” Chan pants removing himself.

“Just because your impatient don’t mean I am,” Byeongkwan pouted, speeding his rhythm. “Plus we need to get her so wet she can handle us both, isn’t that right baby,” he adds as you nod biting down on your lips. Feeling your orgasm attack from the strokes of his fingers against your wall, is almost overwhelming. “Both us in your sweet pussy, think you can handle that?” Chan says as his lips fall back to yours with the same emotion then the previous night. Suckling your cry’s, you fall off the edge, your body convulsing around Byeongkwan’s still attacking fingers.

Hands reaching to brush Byeongkwan’s hands, Chan stops you, his fingers lacing as his sweet kiss continues. “Baby, no, we need you soaking wet,” Byeongkwan sweetly scolds you. Writhing underneath Chan’s tongue and Byeongkwan’s digits, your cry’s are suckled as you feel overwhelmingly sensitive.

Chan’s fingers unlaced from yours as he leaves your lips. Lacing his fingers with Byeongkwan’s which has left you empty instead. Smiling at each other before there eyes take to yours, there fingers attack your sensitive core. The feeling of the fullness from them both has your back arch as you writher under there joint attack. Before you can beg then to stop they remove themselves sucking on there slick stained digits. Byeongkwan brings his saliva licked fingers to your mouth as you suck tasting yourself, before Chan brings his to do the same.

Throwing himself on the bed, Byeongkwan removes his clothes as he indicates you to ride him. Obeying you manoeuvre yourself over the tip of his pre cum dripping cock. Sliding yourself down his shaft you moan till you still as his hands cup your breasts. Eyes full of lust and devotion, he smiles heavenly at you before winking. Starting a pace, his hands fall to your hips to help guide you as you ride on his cock. Chan’s lips falling on your neck as he sits behind you, his own shaft digging into your back. Chan’s Hands wrapping around one of yours to pull it behind you, to place his cock into your palm. Pumping him sluggishly as you ride his hyungs cock, you hear Chan’s pretty moans right in your ear.

“Do you think you can handle us both?” he says as his lips press the spot under your ear. “Yes,” you cry as Byeongkwan harshly pulls you down his cock. Bending you over further that your lips are caught by Byeongkwan’s, Chan’s fingers invade alongside his hyung’s slightly slow thrusting cock. “Shit,” you cry as they both chuckle, “told you she won’t handle us both,” Chan sniggers. “I can, I handled it before,” you whine as if your core is desperate to be filled.

“Not with mine,” Chan said almost proudly, “but ok, let’s see if you can,” he adds as he swaps his fingers with the tip of his cock. Pushing himself in, he slides between your walls and Byeongkwan’s member. Crying as Byeongkwan rubs his fingers along your lips humming, Chan starts his rhythm. Byeongkwan restarting his own, they both fuck you with no mercy. Tears pooling down your eyes, you stretch between them both as you feel your core being abused by Chan’s Speed and Byeongkwan’s harshness. Chan’s hands pull your face to his awaiting lips, like he’s fighting for every bit of attention. Byeongkwan’s hands returning to your hips as he brings his pelvis up towards you.

You hear the pant that your suckling down beginning to be deeper as you know Chan’s not far from his release. Even though he knows Byeongkwan will wait for yours, this time Chan slows his speed as if he’s waiting for your own too. Heart and flowers still continuing, his fingers find your clit to help you along. Core springing you, the sensation overwhelming, your orgasm attacks with little warning. Walls clenching around them both it’s like it sets them both on fire too, both them filling you at the same time.

Falling into Byeongkwans chest the second Chan’s lips leave yours, he pants falling with you. Awkward silence fills the air which feels you with a confusion yet a little dread. “We need to wash you up, we got a long journey today,” Byeongkwan finally says as you lift yourself to look at him as Chan rolls himself off. “Where we going?” You ask excitedly. “Your find out when you arrive,” he says tapping the end of your nose. “But for now,” he pauses as he flips you so he’s hovering over you. “You need washing,” He adds chuckling pressing a quick kiss to move towards the bathroom.

Chan rumbled a cough attacking your attention fully dressed having changed. “You going?“ you ask wrapping the bedsheets around you to make your way towards him. “Yes it’s Byeongkwan’s time,” Chan says a little silent that tells you he has something on his mind. “Spill Channie,” you say crossing your arms his way. “Y/N we’re talk when your home from your date,” he winces. “No we’re friends remember,” you smile holding his pendent. “We don’t hide shit,” you smile as he closes his eyes. “However awkward it might make us, friends above everything you said that,” you add touching his chest as you brush your hands over his half of the pendent.

“Y/N last night was too much, I let go and I can’t come back,” he said pained as you looked at him shocked and confused. “It’s why, for us, my part of the pact ends,” he said closing his eyes. “No? Why? I don’t get it,” you cry feeling your heart hurt. “Y/N I think if we continue, things will change, my friendship with the guys, our friendship,” he adds holding his own half of the pendent. “To share the relationships I cherish, the pact is only you and the others now,” he says taking a step back. “No this is a blip, take some time to think, please,” you whimper tears falling.

He pulls you into his chest as you let the tears fall. “Ssshhh ok, ok, I’ll think it over, please don’t think of me though, don’t let what I said ruin yours and Byeongkwan’s date,” he pauses to look at you. “Promise me, and in return I’ll sleep on it,” he adds brushing the tears from your eyes. Nodding he presses a kiss to your temple as he makes his way towards the door. One last look has you view his own tears in his eyes before it shuts to the silence. Your mind furrowing with confusion, how just one date could get so very out of hand. But deep down you knew all these dates was making the whole pact fall apart. You feared for the one yet to be had, if any one would collapsed into heart and flowers it was Byeongkwan.

“Bath ready,” he startles you as you fight down a last sniffle before looking at him. His worried expression tells you he heard your conversation, but he remains quiet as he holds his hand your way.

Sinking in to the bath tub he holds his hands out to you to join him, smiling as you mirrored. Sliding into the bath, his hard muscle chest hard against your back, his arms pull you closer. You lay back onto him as the water floats under your chin. “You ok?” He asks Rolling his thumb on your collar bone under the water. Nodding into the silence as you closed your eyes, he manoeuvres you to face him. “Y/N I mean it? We’re friends, I want to be here for you,” he said cupping your face. “Me and Chan was friends,” you pout as your eyes threaten to sting. “Y/N your always be friends, that’s why he did that to protect your friendship,” he smiles. “It’ll just go back to how it once was, that’s all,” he said as if it was simple. “Everything’s changing Kwannie,” you said as he pulled you into his watery chest. “Don’t be silly, nothings changing, it’s just fun,” Byeongkwan said stroking your hair making it wet in the process.

“Sehni told me he likes me, like crazy likes me. Junhee keeps messaging me telling me he misses me, Donghun finally got jealous, like I thought that was something he couldn’t get, I’ve lost Chan, what if I lose them or worse, lose you,” you whined nuzzling up towards his neck. “Baby,” he said pushing you off to cup your face. “You won’t lose any of us, we’re all friends and foremost. You’d be blind if you didn’t realise we’re all crazy about you, but we all know we can’t act on it,” he says smiling brushing a kiss on your lips briefly. “Plus this is Chan, he’ll get horny and change his mind, your see,” he chuckled as you laugh. He’s right, Chan loves nothing more then sex, his pact is just temporary unavailable.

“Where we going then?” You question as you put the seat belt on in the car. “Chuncheon,” Byeongkwan said smiling at your confusion. “A quiet lodge near Soyang lake,” he smiles as your brain switches on with fiery excitement. “Wait that’s where my parents have taken my Grandmother,” you squealed as he smiled amused with your child like excitement. “Well it’s only fair that my date should reunite you with your family,” he says holding your hand. “Especially when I know you only turned down there offer to stay because you didn’t want to not see us,” he said as you looked to the floor feeling caught out. “Silly little thing, family should always come first,” Byeongkwan scolded as he started the car.

The glimpse of your mother standing outside the lodge had you squeal, you rushed from the car to throw your arms around her. “Why the tears, you only saw me a couple of weeks ago,” she smiled surprised under your grip. “I’ll always miss you even if it’s just a day,” you said snuggling into the home comfort of her smell. It was like she was holding your pain with just the hug and her being there. “Byeongkwan,” Your mum said with sincerity as you turned to face him, bowing with his usual respect he had for your family.

“Sounds like you’ve had a fun Christmas,” your mother said as you explained all the things you had experienced minus the sex stories. “It really was,” you smiled smelling the food she was prepping. “I think it’s sweet that Byeongkwan on his day with you he brought you to us,” she smiled hinting. “I love a boy who takes family seriously,” she said peeling the garlic. “Well they all take family seriously,” you scoffed folding your arm. “You can’t marry all of them,” she chuckled as your face scrunched up. “Mum I can’t marry one of them let alone all of them, there idols, plus there friends,” you said trying to keep your voice straight from further suspicion. “Well if dating becomes an option, know we approve of this young man,” she adds looking through the window of the kitchen at Byeongkwan helping your father cut wood.

“Especially with that figure,” your mum added as you looked at her in horror. “Mother,” you shrieked palming your face. “What, look he’s perfect, he keeps himself well, he’s a strong and beautiful man. Think of the perfect grandchildren you both could give me,” she added as you closed your eyes. “Mother please stop it, me and Byeongkwan are not going to be together let alone making perfect grandchildren for you,” you scoffed.

“Why not I think our babies would be perfect,” Byeongkwan teased, interrupting having slipped into the kitchen unnoticed. “Don’t you go encouraging her,” you add rolling your eyes. “See he’s in agreement, summer wedding yes?” She smirks playing along. “Ok, ok I’m off to see dad, I’m out of this,” you said placing your cup on the side as you dash from the room.

“You know we was only kidding right,” he said bringing you a drink from the kitchen. “Well half kidding, I agree we would make beautiful baby’s,” Byeongkwan adds before your father calls him over.

You watch intently as he fits around your family, in that second you could feel your heart warm to the idea of him being part of your family unit. Watching the way he intently listened to your dad and back your way, you could see your future right there. Thoughts of a summer wedding, suits, flowers but love on his face as he adores you walking the aisle. The protective worried yet supporting glances as you gift him a child. Adoration eyes upon meeting the family the love you shared made.

Yet the dreamy world shattered by rumours, scandals, the groups hard work down the drain. Just as Sehyoon pictured on Christmas Day, his words hitting your tongue easily if the time ever came. Byeongkwan deserved the world, you couldn’t give him that. Like Sehyoon with you, you had to bury those dreams, not just with him but with all of them.

Your thoughts are interrupted at the ping of your phone. Body freezing in fright yet confusion at the words.

Hi baby, I heard about Yuchan. It’s got me thinking. Well that’s all I’ve been doing since I left you Christmas morning. I think I’ve fallen for you, more then I thought ever possible. I don’t want the pact to change, but I need you to know, I think I’m beginning to fall in love with you,’

Heart thumping like crazy as you reread Junhee’s comments trying to unpick the words. You was right, everything was falling apart, after love comes complications.

‘Look, please don’t overthink it, just with the new year starting I needed you to know how I feel about you.’

“You ok?” Byeongkwan asked over your shoulder startling you. Passing the phone his way his face drops. He thinks for a while In the awkward silence as you look at his inwardly despair. “Y/N don’t over think this, Junhee’s right, like I said earlier we’re all crazy about you, he’s just confirming that, that’s all. Like he said nothing changes, he’ll hold it in like we all are,” he smiles with a smile your not convinced fits his mood.

“Your dad’s suggesting a bonfire tonight after dinner,” he smiles trying to change the conversation. Nodding he cups your face as you get lost in his eyes. “Smile please,” he says as you plaster a fake one upon your face as he deadpans you. “Real one Y/N, it’s suppose to be my date with you,” he says looking almost hurt.

“Sorry Byeongkwan your right, let’s shake this shit off,” you say with a more convincing smile.

“Maybe this will help,” you smile reaching into your hand bag, that’s still perching on your shoulder. Pulling out an envelope as he looked to you with furrowed eyebrows, yet subtle bright excited eyes. Opening he’s smile brights brightly, “what’s this?,” he scoffs with slight confusion. “It’s a membership for a year,” you explain as he still looks a little lost. “It’s one of these gyms that you can use in one of there settings. This one has quite a lot of them in not just Korea, but some oversea country’s too,” you explained as he smiled with slight cheekiness on his face. “You saying I’m fat,” he teased as you look in horror holding your hand to him. “No, no, just I know you release stress in the gym, I can’t always be here, this means you can release that stress even when I’m not around,” you said as he beams your way. “Y/N, you the only little thing I’m releasing my stress into,” he smirks looking around before pressing a sneaky kiss to your lips. “Thank you Y/N I do love this,” he smiled as he slipped it into his pocket. “I got your gift in our luggage upstairs,” he said turning to leave. “Kwannie it can wait there’s no rush,” you smile his way as he pauses looking in your eyes.

Grabbing your hand he brings you to the living room to help eat the food your mother and grandmother prepared.

Your sat by the fire your father lit, with your head lolled over Byeongkwan’s shoulder, listening to all the story’s of your childhood from your family. Listening to Byeongkwan chuckle to your tales is somewhat calming to hear. Smile on your mother’s face falls when she sees the comfort in your eyes. Smile returning she excused herself dragging your family with her.

“I’m sorry I’ve ruined our date with my mood,” you apologise lifting your head to face him. “Baby you haven’t, I’ve loved every second, not a minute is wasted on you ever,” he smiles cupping your face before pressing a kiss to your lips. Letting his tongue invade you, massaging his with yours, his lips part to lift a envelope of his own your way.

“What’s this,” you say taking it from him as he chuckles shaking his head in disbelief. “Surely you’ve realised this is your gift from me,” he says playfully. Opening you find two tickets to Paris in yours and Byeongkwan’s name dated for Valentine’s. “What’s this?” You ask tilting your head, “Some could say heart and flowers, but for us it’s a chance to explore all those places you spoke about visiting,” he explains. Heart thundering between wary of another date yet intense excitement of visiting another country, you look up to him face beaming yourself when your lips find his.

Getting lost for what feels forever he pushes you away to breathe as if he’s run out of oxygen. “What’s up?” you chuckled as he looks to you, eyes in total adoration. “Y/N do you realise what affect you have on me, minus my cock obviously,” he says as you shake your head. “Kissing you takes my oxygen away with how giddy you make me feel,” he compliments. “You think it’s much different with you?” You reply pressing your lips back to him. “I want to die by these lips,” you said between kisses. “We shouldn’t, not here,” he says looking around as if you was doing something wrong.

“My mother wanted us to make babies not long ago,” you smirk before moving to return your kisses back to him. “Your father certainly wouldn’t agree, not without that summer wedding,” Byeongkwan chuckled. You looked to the floor finding a loose beer can ring as you picked it up. Placing it on the tip of his wedding ring finger, you smirked. “Fixed,” you chuckle, as he pulls you to his lap. “Oh Y/N, I swear to god the second the relationship rules end, if you’ve not been stolen I’m going to marry you,” he growls as he presses his lips to yours with much more impatience.

Rocking yourself on his lap, you feel his bulge growing between you. His hands tugging on the strands of your hair as you hiss into the night. “Ssshhh baby,” he whispers, if you want me to fuck you, you need to be quiet.” He adds, smirking as he pulls your skirt that your thankful you wore up. Pulling your pants aside his fingers brush against your folds before finding your clit. Rubbing eights into them you bite on your lips to stifle the sound leaving.

“No sound Y/N, you have to hold it in, unless you want your father to beat me if we’re caught,” he warns. Fingers falling to your core he returns his unmerciful attack on your core. Like earlier you struggle as you move your pelvis to help his fingers fuck in to you. Cry’s slip as you begin to feel your orgasm start attacking. “Y/N,” Byeongkwan warns as you bite into his T-shirt to muffle.

Fingers leaving he frees himself, his throbbing veiny shaft looks angry and in need as you impatiently slide yourself down him. Moans leaving him, your fingers pressed on your lips mocking his way as you ‘shhhh’ him. “Fuck Y/N, I’m not falling in love with you,” he cry’s as you start your pace. “I’m already in love with you,” he moans as the heat of the fire burns against your back. “I always have,” he growls struggling as your pace increases.

His declaration instead of scaring you feels you with fuel, your eyes locking with his as you continue to bounce on his cock. Pressing his knuckles to his mouth to hold his cry’s, you bite the other side to hold your own. The sweat falling from his brow as he’s face flustered close to his edge. Knocking his hand you press your lips to his to wash down his cry’s as he does with yours. Hands falling under your top as he pulls you closer, he brings his thrusts up against you.

Both you chasing your high, you know as always he’s waiting for yours to reach first. Clamping your walls around him to prevent your release, you suck down his deeper grunts. Nails digging into your back, shows his struggle and in the moment you enjoy his vulnerability. “Please cum baby,” he cry’s between kisses, as you shake your head letting him suck down your chuckle. Nails finding the curve of his back as you scratch down the skin from under his own T-shirt. “Fuck,” he cry’s unlatching himself from your mouth to the air. “Y/N please,” he begs returning his lips as you increase your speed. His slams of your core down on his cock moves to hit your cervix and you realised he’s turned the table as your gasping for air yourself. “Cum baby, give it up,” he orders with a little more authority then normal. His demands does just that, you cry his name in to the night with no care who hears as Byeongkwan presses his hands to your mouth to muffle you. Convulsing on his cock, you milk him into his as he fills you with his cum.

Slowing your speed you come to a standstill, as you loll your head into his neck panting heavily. “I meant every word I said, I’m sorry to add to your dilemma.” He says as you press kisses of reassurance into his neck. Odd to feel that actually you wasn’t surprised, you had guessed pretty early how lust fallen he was becoming. “I meant what I said Y/N, the second that dating contract stimulation is removed, I’m marrying you,” he said as his hands rub against your back. It’s not long before exhaustion takes you.

Feeling him carry you to the spare room he presses a kiss upon you before moving to the bathroom to wash himself up.

Your woken minutes later by your phone ringing. Finding a drunken Donghun on the other side your amused to hear him calling your name. “Donghun?” You whisper into the phone. “Y/N,” he reply’s sluring his words. “What’s up,” you said sitting up in the bed as awakeness attacks. “We’ve made a big big mistake, you should have listened to me,” he cry’s into the phone in pain. “What’s happened?” You ask despite deep down knowing his emotions are tumbling out. “Y/N I’m jealous as hell, I hate your there with him, like I was yesterday when you was with Chan,” he admits. “Our pacts in trouble,” he adds making you feel your stomach squeeze as you fear losing him too. “I don’t know if I can share you, I don’t know if I can live a day without you neither,” he speaks into the silence. “Y/N, please reply to me, say something, please,” Donghun pleads.

You hear the bathroom plug empty and know Byeongkwan is about to enter, somehow you feel as if this conversation is breaking what ever bond that’s blossomed from this evening. “Donghun your drunk, you don’t mean this, get some sleep and we’re talk tomorrow,” you said hanging up and throwing yourself back onto the bed before Byeongkwan walks in.

Pretending your asleep you let him crawl into the bed snuggling up to you. This moment should be heaven, deep down it is, it’s perfect, he’s perfect. But yet another member has confessed there feelings and you don’t think your ready to let them go. Why couldn’t they be like Sehyoon, hold there feelings in, yet smile so the pact remained tight.

Once Byeongkwan fell to his slumber you checked your phone to see if Donghun responded to your sudden discontinued conversation. But your world comes crashing down when you found the message from the last stable member.

‘Everyone seems to be throwing there hat in the ring, if that’s the case I can’t hold my tongue or myself back anymore. I need you, I need us, this pact is almost as good as dead!’

Tears falling from Sehyoon’s words, you move yourself to the bathroom. Everything went wrong, Donghun was right, none of you could handle date nights, it was too much heart and flowers for the pact to handle. A.C.E's Masterlist

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*ੈ  ♡ ‧₊˚ primary muses

arlo cho - he/him - early to mid 20's - portrayed by park wonbin a rebellious & thrill-seeking young man who is constantly the bane of his mother's existence. definitely has his father's temper & anger issues; doesn't care who he hurts with his words when emotions run high. born with all the luxuries in the world but despises them all, choosing to spend most of his days racing expensive cars & selling drugs to the elite members of society. harbors an unhealthy resentment towards his neglectful but ridiculously wealthy parents. acts out in a desperate attempt for attention, but will die before admitting to it. stoic & aloof but has the softest spot for animals. gentle & kind if someone's made the effort in chipping away at the forcefully hardened exterior. au's: royal verse - demi-god verse

elliot hwang - he/him  - early 20's - portrayed by choi beomgyu a university student who was raised by his strict grandmother after his parent's tragic death. a gentle soul with a heart condition taking him from the world far too early; an absolute optimist despite his short life span. he's got an affinity for botany & spends most of his time in the gardens sketching or daydreaming. loyal & loving; everyone considers him their best friend & vice versa. usually a talker, but he finds it easiest to isolate himself when upset. rides his bike everywhere & always brings along his cat, kiki, for the ride. full of life, hoping to share it with the world before it's too late.

au's: guardian angel verse

eren kang - he/him - mid to late 20's - portrayed by song kang a server at his family's failing restaurant who lives a second life as an underground fighter in order to pay off his parents' debt & provide for his siblings. the eldest son with all the pressure on his shoulders; older brother to twin boys ten years his junior. a good-natured & caring man; hates the fact that he likes fighting. a bit of an anime & gaming nerd. has a terrible tendency to ignore & bottle his negative emotions; ends up exploding as a result. an absolute heart of gold though he constantly torn between the responsibility of caring for his family & living his own life. au's: royal verse - red dead redemption verse

noah park - he/him - early to mid 20's - portrayed by choi soobin a university student & ace of his uni's volleyball team. born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but to neglectful parents who cared only of their businesses; loving & energetic despite that, enjoys making people smile & laugh. basically raised by his nannies. an avid believer in retail therapy who can & will spend at least $500 a day on materialistic expenses; consequently resulting in his main love language being gift giving. the life of the party who everyone has had a crush on at some point; goes out to ignore the overwhelming sense of loneliness he feels at home. a soft boy to his core.

au's: idol verse - vampire verse - mermaid verse - stranger things verse

park jihun - he/him - early to mid 20's - portrayed by choi yeonjun an idol & socialite who's been in the limelight for as long as he could remember & excels at nearly everything he sets his mind to. a little brother to park minjun. exceptionally passionate about his career, &  is somewhat cocky, though he fears he will constantly be overshadowed by his older brother's success as a renowned choreographer. charismatic & enticing as they come; a visual that people just can't take their eyes off of. cares & loves deeply; easily jealous, yet (usually) unwilling to commit. the 'it boy' with a stack of nda's in his bedside table. au's: demon verse - wizarding world verse

park minjun - he/they - mid to late 20's - portrayed by park jimin OR lee juyeon a renowned choreographer & socialite who owns his own prestigious dance studio in new york city. an older brother to park jihun & his number one fan. was set to debut as an idol but quit the industry due to it's negative impact on his mental health.  a passionate & enthusiastic man who is full of life. cares deeply for others & it shows. an absolute foodie & car lover. owns more luxury & vintage vehicles than he likes to admit. puts his heart & soul into everything he sets his mind to. just a man who's settled for a life behind the scenes, but will always wonder what could have been.

au's: demon verse - idol verse

phoenix [ nix ] seong - he/him - mid to late 20's - portrayed by jeon jungkook a guitarist/front man of the heavy metal band SINNERS & socialite who wants nothing more than to live the life that he wants; not the life his parents laid out for him.  brooding & aloof to most, but softhearted & gentle to those who put in the effort. pessimistic by default, unable (or unwilling) to forget how others have hurt him in the past. owns a ducati superleggera v4 motorcycle that he enjoys flaunting & a doberman named cerberus. he finds solace & comfort in music, & can spend all day in bed listening to records. a somewhat misunderstood man who just wants to share his music with the world. au's: immortal verse - vampire verse - royal verse

yoo daeshim - he/they  - mid to late 20's - portrayed by kim taehyung a model & socialite who represents his mother's very successful agency. he's been called a nepo baby, but he's worked hard to get his career where it is today. an only child who had always been his parents' pride & joy. outgoing & fun-loving; a people person. bold & charismatic, & will shamelessly flirt with anyone he finds attractive. he's materialistic as they come & won't hesitate to fly on his private jet to paris out of sheer boredom. cunning & ruthless if he has to be. but all in all, a hopeless romantic who loves to be loved.

au's: greek god verse - immortal verse

  aurora [ rora ] kwon - she/her - early 20's - portrayed by jang wonyoung a child prodigy & medical intern who graduated high school at the age of 10, university at the age of 14 & then medical school at 18.  currently completing her residency program at a hospital run by her father. bubbly & down to earth, but she'll always carry the burden of the world's expectations on her shoulders. cares deeply about people & it's obvious in the way she treats patients. an absolute perfectionist who can't help but to stress herself out unintentionally. a workaholic through & through. grew up a bit spoiled, but she'd never admit it. loves all things sweet & pink. doesn't have a mean bone in her body. a girlboss who just wants to save peoples' lives.

au's: royal verse - mermaid verse - idol verse

cleo moon - she/her - early to mid 20's - portrayed by shin ryujin a tattoo artist who dropped out of art school a year into the program. the eldest daughter to 3 younger brothers, raised by a deadbeat dad. stubborn & slightly aloof, prefers to keep her circle of friends small. heavily shelters her heart. nicotine addict who always loses her vape. can easily spend her days drawing up flash sheets while the smiths plays in the background & her cat, luna, naps by her side. somewhat pessimistic; a half glass empty type of person. isn't afraid to stand her ground. a resilient young woman who had to take on way too much at a young age. au's: wizarding world verse - hand maiden verse - fallout verse

ella perkins - she/her - early to mid to 20's - portrayed by sabrina carpenter an esthetician & beauty influencer who uses her platform to spread positivity. a little (half) sister to lucy perkins & former pageant queen. charismatic & self-assured, though that doesn't mean she's exempt from doubting herself every so often. deeply rooted father & abandonment issues. self - reliant, sometimes even to a fault. raised by a single mother, she's been taught to never rely on a man (or anyone besides yourself, for that matter). a sweet girl with a rough childhood who strives to promote the importance of self-love, while refusing to address her desire to be loved by another.

au's: fairy verse

evie lee - she/her - early to mid 20's - portrayed by hwang yeji a writer & university student who has gained moderate popularity publishing her series of short poems. a child of divorce, her best friend & main confidant had always been her twin brother, everette. discovered her love of literature at a young age & used it as a way to express herself, as well as a coping mechanism. charming & captivating, yet she's never been able to make the right decisions when it comes to her love life. can be malicious if provoked. not afraid to flirt & dally in order to get her way.  an enchanting girl who never quite learned how to love or how to *be loved* properly. au's: fairy verse - siren verse

hana min - she/her - early to mid 20's - portrayed by kim chaewon a newly debuted idol who was born & raised in new york city. part of a nine member girl group called CLOUD9 where she holds the main vocalist & visual positions. a talented & hardworking girl with an obvious passion for music & performing. a fan favorite since pre-debut, she's on a fast track towards the 'it girl' title. kind-hearted & down to earth, doing her best to showcase her authentic self. seldom grows angry, but terrifying when she does. half glass full type of girl. innocent by default, but harbors a fiery side as well. just a girl living her dream life.

au's: non-idol verse

haruka ito - she/her - mid to late 20's - portrayed by minatozaki sana an actress that is usually casted as the female lead in dramas who's family is highly ranked within the yakuza. charismatic & ambitious, she had always known she'd make a living out of performing. only daughter & youngest child; has 3 older brothers. never short on confidence & very much aware of her beauty. loves being the center of attention, & can light up the room with her big & bright personality. a closeted bisexual with a slight preference towards other women. somewhat competitive & willing to go to extremes to get her way. a self-proclaimed princess who has been spoiled from the moment she was born. au's: royal verse - pirate verse - red dead redemption verse - dragon ball z verse

imogen [ immy ] boudreaux - she/her  - early to mid 20's - portrayed by shen xiaoting a ballerina performing for new york city ballet who was adopted into an extremely wealthy family as an infant. smart & incredibly headstrong, she never hesitates to speak her mind. unapologetic & stubborn at times. somewhat naive due to a sheltered upbringing. very grateful for the life she lives, but admittedly still curious about her birth parents & native culture. competitive in nature, almost to a fault; won't settle for anything less than the lead role. dreams of one day starting her own ballet academy & company. a gifted dancer who yearns to know where she came from.

au's: vampire verse

lucy perkins - she/her - mid to late 20's - portrayed by nicola peltz a stripper & aspiring musician finally living out her best life in los angeles. a vibrant & sensual woman whose confidence levels exceeds most people's. breathtakingly beautiful & she absolutely knows it. an older (half) sister to ella perkins. spends her weekends under neon lights & booming bass. fearless & ruthless; literally hitchhiked from the midwest to the west coast. working through her daddy issues every single day. loves being the center of attention & isn't afraid to admit it. a woman who knows her worth & will never settle for less than she deserves. au's: moulin rouge verse - mermaid verse

miyeon ' violet ' lee - mid to late 20's - portrayed by jennie kim OR soojin a socialite who waltzes through life due to her charismatic personality & captivating beauty. the type of girl who isn't used to being told no. kiho lee's older sister & number one supporter. smart & witty, but filled with untapped potential. the 'it girl' & frequent party-goer. absolutely despises her korean name due to bullying when her family moved to the US permanently. will never pass up brunch or a girl's night out. a somewhat pretentious woman that still has a heart of gold.

au's: wizarding world verse - royal verse - pirate verse

*ੈ  ♡ ‧₊˚ secondary muses

[blogynewz]

"Unstoppable Power Trio: Mbappe, Muani, and Kang-in Shine as PSG Dominate AC Milan 3-0, Claiming Top Spot"

Paris Saint-Germain emerged victorious with a convincing 3-0 win against AC Milan at the Parc des Princes, propelling them to the top of Champions League Group F. The match showcased the skill of Kylian Mbappe, who scored a brilliant goal just before halftime to break the deadlock. Randal Kolo Muani and Lee Kang-in also contributed to the scoreline, securing a comprehensive victory for the French…

[totosafeguidekk]

No worries about foreign pitchers missing two weeks…

A foreign pitcher's start was pushed back, but no worries. This is a completely different starting lineup for the LG Twins.

LG has practically been relying on a foreign one-two punch, Im Chan-kyu, and a strong bullpen. The Korean fourth and fifth starters have been underwhelming. Through seven days, LG has played 94 games, with Plutko leading the team as an ace with an 11-2 record and 2.33 ERA in 18 games, while Kelly has had his share of shaky outings, but has appeared in a team-high 21 games with a 7-5 record and 4.63 ERA. After starting the season in long relief, Lim quickly moved back into the starting rotation, going 8-2 with a 3.03 ERA in 16 starts. The trio combined for a 26-9 record and a 3.42 ERA in 55 games.

Other pitchers, including Kim Yun-sik, Lee Min-ho, Kang Hyo-jong, Lee Sang-young, Lee Jung-yong, Lee Ji-gang, and Choi Won-tae, had a combined starting record of 5-14 with a 5.28 ERA in 39 games. While most teams are worried about their 4.5 starters in Korea, LG's unreliability in the fourth and fifth innings is a critical weakness for a championship contender. Naturally, it's better for LG to have Plutko and Kelly on the mound.

However, recently, Plutko has missed about two weeks since July 25 against the KT Wiz due to a COVID-19 confirmation. He is scheduled to start against the Gwangju KIA Tigers on the 8th. Kelly was also hit in the right arm by Song Sung-moon's bat in the first inning against the Jamsil Kiwoom on July 3. He suffered a bruise and will be given a week's rest.

Last week, LG made one start with Plutko out and five starts with Korean pitchers. There were concerns, but it worked. Choi Won-tae filled the void left by the foreign pitchers, while Lee Jung-yong and Lee Ji-gang continued to improve.

Choi, who came to LG in a three-for-three trade that included Shin In-myeong, earned the win on July 30 with six innings of two-hit ball against Doosan in Jamsil. On July 5, he took the loss at Daegu Samsung Electronics, giving up six runs on nine hits in five innings, but he's not worried.

Lee recorded his first quality start since making the switch to the starting rotation on the 2nd with six innings of three-hit, no walks and four strikeouts against Jamsil Kiwoom. Lee Ji-gang also pitched the most innings since his debut, allowing two runs on four hits (one home run) and one walk in 5⅔ innings against Daegu Samsung Electronics on the 4th. He was able to go five innings after improving as a starter. On Tuesday, he pitched 5⅔ innings of two-run ball against Kiwoom, and on Sunday, he pitched five innings of one-run ball against Samsung Electronics in Daegu, fulfilling the role of a domestic ace. Samsung Electronics was in the midst of a two-game losing streak after winning seven in a row, so he fulfilled the important role of breaking the losing streak.

From Choi Won-tae on July 30 to Im Chan-gyu on July 8, Korean pitchers pitched at least five innings in six consecutive games. It was the first time this year.

This week, without Kelly, the four Korean starters will take the field for a six-game series against the KIA Tigers and Kiwoom Heroes. The worry is greatly reduced. The improved performance of the Korean starters has greatly reduced my anxiety.

LG's starting baseball is also getting better. It's a big boost for LG, which needs to defend its top spot. 먹튀검증

[vindicated-truth]

Agreeing with your tags wholeheartedly here:

And reposting the thoughts I've already written here and here about Lee Changjin, in his strange, soft spot for both Oh Jihwa and Han Kihwan.

Lee Changjin and Oh Jihwa

I do find it remarkable on the part of both the writing of the characters by Kim Sujin, and by the portrayal of the actors themselves, how even the four primary villains of the story—Kang Jinmook, Do Haewon, Lee Changjin, and Han Kihwan—all were three-dimensional characters that had nuance, complexity, and depth, and most importantly: all had distinct qualities that separate them as individuals, each with their own brand of evil.

Of the four of them, Lee Changjin did remarkably display the most tenderness, if only specifically for Jihwa.

One of the things the show put forth about the many different kinds of evil and the monsters who perpetrate them is that it’s actually possible for evil to come from loving too much: because you do everything to protect that person, even if it means everyone else will suffer.

This was best demonstrated by Do Haewon. In varying degrees, everyone else was also guilty of this, including Jihwa, whose worst guilt is trying to protect her brother when she could.

Changjin, remarkably, despite being a monster in so many ways himself, actually had the right kind of tenderness and whatever masquerades as love for him, for Jihwa.

He never overstepped his boundaries with her when she firmly set it. He let her go and let her divorce him, even as he still openly pines for her, but never pushes it on her. And he would always, always respect her, and openly admires her capability as a cop.

That’s also the most fascinating aspect of the show: how it showed that your love for a person can become your own undoing.

For Changjin it had been that maybe, if it wasn’t for his masquerade of a love for Jihwa, he would’ve been more of a monster than he already was.

For Haewon it had been the opposite: if it wasn’t for what masquerades as her excessive love for Jeongje, she would’ve been less of a monster than the one she had become.

Lee Changjin and Han Kihwan

The most fascinating parallelism of the partnership between Lee Dongsik and Han Joowon, and Lee Changjin and Han Kihwan, is that it’s hinged on the trust and devotion of both Lee halves of the partnership to their Han halves. And while Lee Dongsik’s faith in Han Joowon is warranted, it’s curious how Lee Changjin’s faith in Han Kihwan can almost be seen as naive.

I remember when Jihwa admitted this herself: that the reason she once married Lee Changjin was because she was drawn to his innocence. And I had wondered what she meant by it, because Changjin is far from moral—but seeing him with Han Kihwan affirmed it.

While Changjin is no doubt an immoral character, he is also, fascinatingly, so innocent.

If the entire plot of Beyond Evil can be likened to a card game, it was actually Lee Changjin who had all the aces. And it’s said that a game could only be won if the player knew how to play with the cards he had been dealt with—and yet Changjin fumbled the best hand he had been dealt with by trusting in the wrong partner.

He was the only one among the many, many “players” in the story who knew that Han Kihwan was Lee Yuyeon’s real killer. Not even Kang Jinmook knew this, because the one Jinmook witnessed as having run over Yuyeon was Jeongje, which is why it was Do Haewon Jinmook chose to blackmail all these years—to the point of coercing Haewon in providing him with a place to hide all the bodies of the women he had killed over the years.

(The horrifying fact should be noted that the bodies they dug up on the deer farm were more victims that hadn’t been previously identified nor connected to any of the other characters in the show, because even the prostitutes connected to Yoon Mihye—Jin Hwalim, Yeo Chunok, Wi Sunhui, and Lee Geumhwa—were already previously identified by Foreign Affairs.

The bodies in the deer farm were additional victims that the show did not choose to focus on anymore as they’re not connected to the central characters, but it’s enough to establish the horrifying fact that Jinmook killed far more women than was initially thought.)

For whatever reason, Changjin chose to follow Kihwan that night, which is how he happened to chance upon the exact moment Kihwan killed Yuyeon—and this should’ve been the biggest ace Changjin had up his sleeve in having the Chief of Munju Police Station and eventually the Commissioner General in the palm of his hand and yet—

He chose to let Kihwan go.

Changjin already had all the aces. Do Haewon was also already in the palm of his hand because Haewon is indebted to him for helping protect Jeongje. By all means, Han Kihwan should also be indebted to him as the only one who could possibly ruin Han Kihwan’s entire life, if Changjin came forward with the truth.

And yet there was no logical reason for him to have trusted Kihwan all this time and let him go—other than the naive belief that Kihwan would do the same for him.

Throughout the show, Changjin chose to protect Kihwan again and again, willingly killing anyone—even without Kihwan’s behest—who might come close to revealing Kihwan’s secret, for no other reason than he expects Kihwan will do the same for him.

He must have believed that the reason Kihwan quickly closed Yuyeon’s (and Bang Juseon’s) murders as cold cases is because Kihwan technically “owes” Changjin for his protection, and that Kihwan was protecting the “image” of Munju so that Changjin’s development project—which was his passionate, “innocent” ambition, as Jihwa once wistfully remembered—will finally push through.

Changjin had it completely wrong, because he didn’t know what Han Joowon already knew about his own father: Han Kihwan doesn’t look out for anyone else, other than himself.

Yet Changjin somehow had this innocence in him, as Jihwa had once described, especially with his strange unfounded belief in Kihwan. For 20 years, Changjin could’ve “cashed in” the debt Kihwan definitely owes him anytime throughout those years, and would have had Kihwan do his bidding—which Kihwan would have had no choice in, considering the weight of the secret Chanjin was keeping for him.

Instead, Changjin chose to be faithful to Kihwan, protecting his secret until the end—until Kihwan inevitably betrayed him, too.

What’s fascinating is that Changjin’s innocent and naive faith and belief in his perceived partner is actually mirrored by Dongsik’s own seemingly blind devotion to his perceived partner—one that Jihwa herself warned Dongsik against, pointing out that Han Joowon is still Han Kihwan’s son.

The parallelism in both father and son is there too: they are in fact the most powerful examples of the butterfly effect, in that their smallest actions set forth an entire series of events in the story, in completely opposite ways:

Han Kihwan set forth a chain of events 21 years ago that led to so many deaths and bloodshed; while Han Joowon set forth a chain of events 21 years later that finally brought about justice to everyone who deserved it.

Both Lee halves devoted themselves into blindly believing in the Han halves of their partnerships.

The primary difference is: only one Han proved himself worthy of his Lee’s devotion to him.

And I think, all things considered, it’s something to pity Lee Changjin for.

He trusted the wrong Han.

lee changjin is such a satisfying character for being hella quirky and complex (but still staying ridiculously underrated); only one point that had left me kinda sceptical for a while, was his russian background, since that's just way too corny for 2020s; BUT until i realized this fun fact of actor heo sung tae:

so most likely using russian was his own investment in lee changjin role, or the character was written especially for him. wow. in both ways, that's really cool ans speaks loud for the creative approach in making this drama. btw, his accent is so damn charming (:

also that mention of the brilliant way he started his acting career. i love this guy

[djdonghun]

chanshine??

[starrysvn]

married in vegas | kang yeosang

pairing: kang yeosang x fem!reader

genre: ex friends to lovers au, CEO au

synopsis: you dated kang yeosang in high school, making him your parent's worst nightmare. unfortunately for them, right now, he was your best chance at becoming your father's company's CEO.

warnings: fluff, d r a m a, a lil angst, smut (-18 DNI), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys), drinking

word count: ~10k

author’s note: third installment of the married in vegas series is here! i hope you’ll like this one and don’t forget to check the other ones out c;

series masterlist | regular masterlist | navi

“Kang Yeosang I’m going to fucking kill you”

Storming in your family’s business rival's office first thing on Monday morning was not how you’d envisioned the start of the week. Actually, you would rather be sitting at a cafè nursing a warm coffee, but unfortunately life never went according to plan. Stepping out of the car in front of the building, you felt the eyes of the whole world on you.

And to top it all off, when you slammed the door to his office shut behind you, he simply turned around in his chair and welcomed you with a smug smile painted on his pretty lips and a fake air of surprise in his eyes. “What’s the matter, sweetie?”

Blood boiling, you stomped forward until you reached his desk. Yeosang sported a stupid smirk, one you wished you could just swipe off his face with a loud smack. But you had manners,

“Are you completely deranged!?”

Almost.

You could see he was trying his best to mask a laugh, and only raised a brow instead. “Whatever could you possibly mean?” only he knew perfectly what you meant, and his mocking of the situation did nothing but fuel your anger. Just who had he become in college?

“I mean you pissing off my father for the whole event last night and sending him into the ultimate spiral, which he took out on me over the phone the second he got home!”

Yeosang now sported a proud smile. You rolled your eyes as he leaned forwards and rested his chin on his hand.

“Well, I can see who you got that from”

“I’m serious about this!” you scoffed, not believing this was the first conversation you were having with him in years. “He’s already offered a merger to the Jeong’s company, thanks to you he’s going to marry me off in point two seconds!” you groaned, finally letting yourself plop down on a nearby chair.

The silence that settled was thick, you could almost hear the gears in Yeosang’s head turn. You knew him well enough to know that it meant he was up to no good.

The relationship you shared with him was one of a kind for sure. It dated back to high school, when you made everybody talk in hushed whispers as you strolled down the halls hand in hand. Everybody was aware of your families’ dislike for the other, you and Yeosang dating was nothing short of the hottest gossip of the century.

Everybody loved it.

And your parents hated it.

They had been rivals in business for at least two generations, your fathers were always at each other’s throats to try and one up the other. Both your family and his had tried, in vain, to tear you two apart. Nothing worked, of course, because you and him were faking it.

Nothing gave your teenage selves more exhilaration than pissing off your parents. With them not being around much and neglecting you, it was hard to get their attention. No amount of perfect grades and extra credits could do the trick; in their eyes, you were only dutifully doing your job. But having a significant other to distract you from acing your way through high school, well, that was something that could tick them off. That significant other being the child of your business rival...

You thrived off of the high of disobeying, breaking curfew, sneaking out and making people talk. You loved how everyone thinking of you as the modern-day Romeo and Juliet, finally getting to stay together, angered your parents beyond belief.

“An article just came out” Yeosang giggled from his spot on the floor. You two had sneaked to the roof for lunch, not really feeling like putting up too much of a show in the school’s cafeteria.

“Another one? It’s like the second of the week!” you laughed, taking a bite out of your sandwich and leaning over his shoulder to peep at his phone.

“The heir to the Kang’s company is yet again causing trouble with his Juliet: the couple of high-schoolers was caught at an arcade downtown over the weekend-”

“Stop!” you giggled, making him look away from his phone with a bemused smile. The silence that settled was welcomed and comfortable, the muffled sounds of the city below you serving as white noise.

“Don’t you ever get tired?” you asked then, feeling his eyes shift onto you. “I thought the worst they could do was the school paper, but real magazines? Just how much do they like to pry?”

Yeosang shrugged, understanding the feeling. No matter how hard you tried, you could never escape your families’ shadows. That’s why you made a deal to make the most out of it. When he offered you a simple pat on the shoulder, you shot him a grateful smile.

That, sadly, came to a halt when you were unwillingly shipped overseas for college. Admittedly, although you were reluctant at first, being away from them felt like a huge weight being lifted off your shoulders. There was nothing much you could do to escape your parents’ decision, and you were sure a part of you didn’t even want to fight it, after all, you had enjoyed the anonymity that came with being away from your family.

But if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, one had settled over your heart; you came to miss Yeosang’s company. By then, you realized, you’d gotten used to seeing him every day in school and spending most of your free time with him. In the beginning, it was quite awkward, and you remembered having to try hard to even get a word out of him when you faked a date away from your fellow student’s eyes.

But as time went by, you started to appreciate his quiet but comfortable company, you felt as if he were the only one to understand, and over the years you started to consider him a friend. There were some things that only he understood, that you couldn’t run to your other friends for – those who enjoyed the type of life you felt trapped in.

That night you simply sent him a text, asking to meet at your usual spot. At this late hour there was no one at the park, just you and the far away sounds of the city. Your last day of high school had come and gone; you couldn’t even enjoy it because of the news you were given just as you stepped foot into your house. As soon as your father’s words sank in, you disappeared in your room for the whole afternoon, phone off and discarded somewhere.

The words echoed in your head as you mulled over them, laying down on your bed and staring at your blank ceiling. Your first thought had been to rebel against it, as per with every decision your parents made for you. Your second one was that finally you could escape them and all that came attached to your name, making the initial anger subside. And finally, you thought of Yeosang. Once you started though, you couldn’t stop; what would he say, if he’d care. Ultimately, just after texting him, if he’d be sorry you were leaving.

Because, with just thoughts of him swirling in your head, deep down you knew you’d be.

“I’m leaving” you whispered as soon as you heard him sit down on the swing beside you. Although it was late night, the air suddenly felt as heavy and hot as it was during the day. You didn’t dare look at him.

“My parents enrolled me in an American university, I didn’t stick around long enough to hear which one” you huffed, a quick, forlorn smile making its appearance on your lips. “I’m leaving late this summer”

It was quiet again for a little while, and when you turned to look at him, Yeosang was staring ahead, his hand gripping the swing’s chain tightly. “I’m sorry” you murmured finally.

“Why are you sorry?” You shrugged, looking away the moment his eyes found yours.

“You wanna go, don’t you? You’d be rambling on and on about how much you hate them and that they can go to hell for all you care, if you didn’t” there was a ghost of a smile on his face that you couldn’t quite place, just as you couldn’t the sadness in his voice. “And then you’d be plotting absurd ways to escape this”

When he looked at you, you kinda felt like crying, and you didn’t know why.

That night Yeosang walked you back home, hugging you goodbye and clinging onto you like he never wanted to let you go. You replayed the moment he held you, the closest he ever had, in your head until you fell asleep. You didn’t hear from him until the day you were leaving, a single text message lighting up your phone wishing you a safe flight.

The inevitable fallout that followed your distance pained you a little. Sometimes you wandered how he was doing, if things had gotten better for him, if he was still the same. If you ever crossed his mind, just like he did yours. Some nights your head got you thinking that maybe he didn’t value your friendship like you did his, and you got to wishing you had a true, valid excuse to call him. To ask him.

Because why would you call your fake high school sweetheart, when all that you shared was frustration and mutual understanding of the resentment of your respective families? Then you wondered about that one last hug, why had he held you like that?  

With time you stopped your conflicted wondering and started accepting that your paths had crossed and uncrossed.

But like muscle memory, calling up Yeosang was your immediate response to the mention of arranged marriage. Dialing his number whenever you wanted to vent about your parents making life-changing decisions about your own life, was like second nature. However, once you found yourself staring at his caller ID, you hesitated. You weren’t friends anymore; you didn’t know who he became while you were away.

Maybe he didn’t want to hear from you, maybe his parents had roped him into a marriage just like yours. Or maybe he had actually found someone. You didn’t want to impose. You didn’t want to turn his life upside down in case he’d found some sort of balance; staying out of the way was the least you could do.

So, like all the times you wanted to but didn’t, you hadn’t called.

You went on a few dates with the son of the CEO of the company your father wanted to merge with and stayed quiet. And while you didn't think much of it, unfortunately, your parents thought this newfound compliance of yours towards their wishes to be absolutely endearing. It was all they ever wanted from you, but never managed to get. If you had a dime for every time you’d heard the sentence “I knew some time away would clear your head”, you’d be even richer.

Despite granting their wishes, you stalled as much as possible. Marriage was the last thing on your mind. As you went on those dates, you were scurrying to make a plan, find an alternative. Clearly, it gave your parents the wrong impression.

That’s when Kang Yeosang, unbeknownst to you, decided to intervene. And thus, as if no time ever passed, throwing all of your doubts out the window, you stormed into his father’s company’s building, earning side eyes and surprised glances. Every ticking step of your heels was accompanied by a hushed whisper.

And now here you were, in his office, talking to him after years.

“Let’s get married” the simple words made you crash back into reality, taking your breath away and sending your heart plummeting down your stomach. All you could voice, though, was a strangled “what!?”

“Let’s get ma-”

“I understood perfectly the first time around, what the hell do you mean let’s get married?!” your eyes must’ve been blown out of your sockets for Yeosang to look at you so bemusedly.

“Exactly what it means” he asserted with a casual shrug, crossing his arms over his chest. You tsked at how nonchalantly he was proposing such an idea. “Our families would literally chase us down and chain us to them if we did” you reasoned.

“And what about it?” he lifted a brow, clearly challenging you to find a counter argument. “Yeosang…”

“C’mon, Y/N, let’s raise a little hell. It’s not like we didn’t before”

“We’re talking about marriage here, Yeosang, not dating and running around past curfew. This has implications, huge ones at that” but he just rolled his eyes, perfectly aware of what he was saying.

“Don’t tell me you really want to go about marrying Jeong now” those simple words caused ruckus in your stomach. Just how many people knew about this? How much did your father gloat about the merger of the century and your mother about the wedding of the year?

“You know about that?” the way your voice sounded small and helpless launched Yeosang back in time, when you would complain about your parents treating you like a puppet. He understood perfectly back then, just as he did now.

“Everybody does, Y/N” he didn’t want to be the one to break the news to you, but your parents made it look like a done deal. Yeosang wouldn't be surprised if it was.

“What I’m saying is that you’re about to be selected as CEO of your father’s company under condition that you marry his strongest ally, which is pretty unfair if you ask me” Yeosang said, making your mind push back thoughts of disgust towards this system in favor of listening to him. He leaned forward, elbows on the table and head resting on his hand. “But our fathers can’t see past their pride; they don’t realize that the two biggest companies right now are theirs”

“So by marrying you…” the mischievous glint in his eyes was familiar to you, the same one they had when he’d propose you two sneak out to go to the movies and then waited for you in his car in front of your house. The puzzle slowly begun to piece itself together in your head.

“You’d become your company’s CEO without having to marry Jeong, and all the press would suck up to you – and not your father – for successfully merging the two biggest companies on the market” he concluded, the cleanest smirk adorning his face. “That’s a pretty big fuck you to daddy if you ask me”

In the silence of the room, you tried to make sense of your jumbled thoughts.

Here’s what you knew: you wanted to become CEO of your father’s company. But you didn’t agree with having to marry someone in order to become it. What’s more, you didn’t want to marry a stranger. You also knew there was no other way.

You knew Yeosang, though. You two had done this before. You knew you shared the same frustration about your parents meddling with your lives, he was a friend. If you had to succumb one last time to your father’s wishes to get what you wanted, then you’d do it on your terms.

Your lips curved into a smirk as your let your eyes meet Yeosang’s. He was already looking at you expectantly. Why would he do this was the last question that crossed your mind, but you figured you’d find out sooner or later.

An idea slowly formed in your mind.

“I’m flying to Las Vegas for a conference next week” you said.

“What a coincidence” he winked.

And just like that, you felt pervaded by the same air of freedom that you breathed in as you ran down the school hallways hand in hand with Yeosang, the same rush that sneaking back into the house at ungodly hours after being with him brought you; it finally felt like you were holding your life in your hands again.

“Seonghwa, I need you to lie to my dad until I leave for the US” when you got back to your own office, you had immediately called in your assistant.

“What about?” not even concerned anymore, he simply took a seat across from you, a little smug smile on his face. “A little birdy told me you visited Kang’s building today” he wiggled his brows, making you huff in annoyance.

“You need to stop texting Hongjoong during work hours” you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “It’s none of your business anyway, but if he ask where I'm headed, tell him it isn't Las Vegas”

"Doesn't he know you'll be attending KQ Tech's conference?"

With just a shake of your head, Seonghwa smirked knowingly. You didn’t worry too much though; you knew he would help in any way he could, even if it meant dealing with your mother in your place.

“I’ll try not to think too hard about why you and Kang both will be attending, then” he winked, getting up from his seat and walking up to the door. You looked at him dumbfounded. “H-how do you know about that?” you asked, surprised.

“Hongjoong” with one last laugh, he walked out, ignoring your calling after him to get back and tell him how many more people could know about this. Finally, you gave up, sighing as you slumped down on your chair, hoping your secret would be safe for a week.

When the day you were supposed to fly out to Las Vegas came, it started off alright. You had a nice shower – even though it was five in the morning – and a peaceful breakfast. After checking your suitcase one last time, you strolled down to your car in the silence of the early morning.

Then, your mom decided to call. Apparently, she caught wind of Yeosang’s presence at the conference. All the peacefulness you had gathered, was quick to shatter into a billion pieces. Assuring her time and time again that the reason why you'd be in the same city as him was not the conference, wasn't enough. It was like she could smell bullshit through the phone, so you gave up. Yet again, she was making sure you knew not to talk to him, or approach him, and that other business partners and rivals would be attending. You knew very well what that meant; think of how it’d look like if you talked to him when everyone knows of the merger – rumors would spread like wildfire, and we wouldn’t want that, now would we, honey?

Rolling your eyes as she made you swear to not even look in his direction, you insisted that you needed to hang up or you wouldn’t be allowed on the plane. Not true, of course, but as your car slowed down in front of the airport and you saw Yeosang standing there, dashing as you’d never seen him in his total black outfit, you didn’t think you would’ve been able to bear any more of her blabbing.

When he noticed you, he hurried over to help you with your suitcase. His hushed “morning” accompanied by a cheeky wink didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you could only thank fuck that you were wearing a mask to hide at least half of your shocked expression. You didn’t remember him being this upfront in high school.

“Yes, mom, I won’t talk to him, look at him, stand in his immediate vicinity or breathe his air, now I need to go” you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose as Yeosang quietly chuckled. You glared at him, and he simply shook his head to hide a laugh, starting to walk to the entrance.

Feeling another wave of insufferable rambling coming, you decided to cut it off before she could finally talk your ear off. “Mom! I got it, no interactions with Kang Yeosang under absolutely no circumstances, I really have to go, bye” angrily hanging up the phone, you then carelessly threw it in you bag. You swore this woman lived to get on your last nerve.

Yeosang was just standing there, both your suitcases at his sides, and you could see his smile behind his mask. “Already breaking your promises, Y/L/N” he shook his head disapprovingly. “How disappointing”

It took about three seconds before you both started laughing, and again it felt like no time at all had passed. Like in front of you was still the same Yeosang who quietly distracted you in class when you mentioned you’d fought with your parents that same morning. Like the Yeosang you knew.

“Should we go?” you asked, shaking that image from your mind. He nodded, walking behind you, still carrying both suitcases.

When you found out that your seat was right beside his, you looked at him pointedly. He shrugged saying that “it’s not my fault fate decided we share this thirteen hours side by side, love” and simply plopping down on his seat. Eyes wide, you huffed, speechless, before sitting down as well.

The flight ahead was a long one, so you hoped you could fall asleep for most of it. You knew your thoughts would run wild if you let them, and you didn’t want to change your mind. As big of a step this was, it was the only way you could, at least in part, be the master of your own destiny.

Despite your dreams of marrying for love being trampled on all your life, a small part of you had always hoped you’d find a way out. That somehow, there was a way in which one aspect of your life could still be for you and not for them.

Yeosang’s hand came to rest just above your knee, halting the nervous bouncing of your leg. His eyes held worry in them but also understanding. After all, he was sacrificing a lot too.

“We can find a way around this, you know that, right?” his voice was soft, and you had to admit your heart skipped a beat. “We don’t have to do this if-”

“I know, but it’s alright” your mom’s words echoed in your mind, and the more they did, the less you doubted your decision to be on this plane. “They set a date” you whispered. “I don’t want to give them the satisfaction of controlling another aspect of my life”

Yeosang nodded, eyes suddenly dark. He didn’t speak much after that, if only to argue that “Twilight is just bad, stop calling it a classic” when you suggested to watch a movie to kill some time. You heard the smirk in his voice when he said that and played the movie just to spite him. Yeosang cackled, dutifully watching the movie – and the majority of the sequels – for the rest of the flight.

When you landed, a horrible kink in your neck reminded you of how you’d fallen asleep on his shoulder, with his cheek gently resting against the top of your head. Reminder of the fact was also the sweet, old lady that sat beside you on the plane – who wished you and Yeosang a wonderful time in Vegas, a knowing smile on her lips.

And if you had been too taken aback by her words to respond, then Yeosang hadn’t, thanking her and immediately after taking your hand in his to drag you to baggage claim.

“So, when are we getting married?”

At first the silence at the table had been a little awkward, and the small talk didn’t help either, but after a little while – and a few glasses of wine – it had gotten better. For the first time in your life, you were having trouble staying focused on what Yeosang was saying, or what you were saying for that matter. Admittedly, he had always been cute, but he had grown to be distractingly handsome. And you couldn’t help but dare to look at him twice, tracing with your eyes his sculpture-like features before remembering you were supposed to pay attention.

But after all the catching up was done, and he had made you laugh like you hadn’t in a while, the question had slipped out almost unintentionally.

You could see Yeosang almost choke on his wine, making you hide your amused smile. He cleared his voice, putting down his glass. “I guess anytime before the conference? Why, eager to become Mrs. Kang?”

And with a raise of brow, seemingly recovering flawlessly from his previous shock, he made you a little dizzy. Maybe it was the alcohol. Definitely. Not the prospect of actually becoming his wife.

“More like eager to stop getting texts from my mother about wedding dress fittings” you rolled your eyes, pushing aside those fluttering feelings.

Truth was, she was being quite restless about it, pushing you more and more with each message and appointment added to your calendar. You figured it was her way of reminding you that up until now, you didn’t have any sort of “rebellious tantrums” – like she called them – unlike you used to, and it wasn’t time to start having any. For months you did what you were told, and maybe the fact that you were away, let alone in the same place as Kang Yeosang, had her on edge.

If she only knew, you thought.

You didn’t want any of this, and she was lucky you couldn’t exactly yell at her over the phone that you weren’t getting married to that idiotic, daddy’s boy they were trying so hard to saddle you with.

Perhaps Yeosang noticed how you got quiet all of a sudden, eyes downcast on the glass your hands were playing with, or realized how actually taxing this had been for you to handle; so then, you shouldn’t have been surprised when he muttered a “let’s go”.

“What?” your head snapped up in his direction.

“Let’s go get married, the sooner we do it, the sooner we can register it” he offered you his hand, which you took without hesitation. Yeosang didn’t question when you dragged him to the gift shop of the hotel. Though he looked around a little lost, hand still in yours, as you snooped through the aisles.

“I don’t think they’re going to marry us here” he humored, making you stop dead in your tracks. You turned around, looking at him with an ironic smile. “No shit Sherlock, I just need to do something” he furrowed his brows in confusion, but quietly followed along. At first.

“How long is it going to take?” he asked yet again, confused as to why you were still looking around and not picking up anything. It was reaching minute ten of wandering around and he was growing perplexed with each passing second.

“It’d take less if you stopped complaining and started helping”

“I don’t even know why we’re in here!” Yeosang protested.

“I need something blue” you simply shrugged, realization sparking up his eyes. You kept on looking around, until finally he tapped on your shoulder. When you turned, Yeosang was standing there, holding a blue t-shirt with the most horrendous print on it that read “I went to Las Vegas and all I got was this lousy t-shirt”.

“If you want, I’ll wear the one that has “it’s my 65th birthday and I’m spending it in Vegas” on it” he offered, barely holding back a laugh. “It’s the only other blue one in my size” You scoffed, prompting him to absolutely lose it. You didn’t remember his laugh being so contagious, nor this wholesome.

“This is ridiculous, but alright” you finally allowed, wiping a tear.

Once paid, you finally ventured to downtown Las Vegas, amazed by the livelihood of the streets, the bright lights, and the number of impersonators on the streets. Arms linked as you walked, you passed a few chapels, none catching your eye. You had to drag Yeosang away from each and every Elvis impersonator inviting you to their chapel; he claimed it’d be funny to get married by him, you thought otherwise.

In the end, you settled on just entering the next one you saw. To your dismay, and his giddiness, the officiant was none other than Elvis.

(“The things I’d give to see our parents’ faces seeing us getting married by a fucking Elvis impersonator” he chuckled amusedly. Suddenly his idea didn’t seem as bad as it did before.)

As you were signing the papers, Yeosang tugged you aside.

“Figured this could be your something borrowed” he slipped one of his rings into your hand. You furrowed your brows, looking up at him confused. He was sporting a faint blush on his cheeks and was carefully avoiding your eyes. “You mentioned that you only missed the something borrowed, so I figured...” his voice trailed off, a hand going to scratch the back of his neck.

“Thanks” you were quick to reassure him. As you looked into his warm eyes, your voice faltered a little, and he finally looked at you. Yeosang had an air of giddiness surrounding him, one you couldn’t quite place. Maybe it was his strange obsession with Elvis impersonators. When he quickly squeezed your hand, you knew you were doing the right thing.

“Ready to get married?” before the doors to the actual chapel, he offered you his arm. You took it. “As I’ll ever be”

When the next morning you woke up and saw the thin wedding band on your finger, you smiled. Your smile only got wider when you read one of your mother’s texts.

We’re very proud of you for going through with this.

You laughed. A hearty, genuinely amused laugh. Looking down, you saw that you were wearing the atrocious blue shirt and laughed a little harder. You’d done it.

“What are you so happy about?” you almost screamed as Yeosang emerged from a mountain of blankets, peeping his equally horrendous blue shirt on him. You turned your phone around, letting him see the text and watching as an equally amused grin adorned his lips. “Well, I bet she is, don’t you think, Mrs. Kang?”

The second the words left his mouth you were left breathless for a second. Yeosang was sitting there, hair a mess on his head, barely awake with sleep in his eyes and the prettiest smile on his face, making your stomach twist and turn with knots of unknown emotion.

Maybe your brain was short circuiting – you’d definitely blame this on lack of sleep later – but he didn’t seem to protest when you crashed into his chest, arms flying around his neck and holding him close. It took only a few seconds before his arms snaked around your waist, tugging you closer.

“Thank you” you mumbled in the crook of his neck. You wanted to say so much more, but you couldn’t quite put into words how much it meant to you that Yeosang offered to help you like this. You did wonder why he would do this, but you still didn’t know how to ask.

He only held you closer, before letting you go.

It was silent for a second, the more you looked at Yeosang, the more you felt at a loss for words. The air wasn’t uncomfortable, but it did feel like something shifted, making it a little harder to breathe anyway.

“Why are you in my bed?” you suddenly asked, finally looking at him. Yeosang looked a little alarmed at first, eyes wide, and it took a moment to remember.

You didn’t quite know how you ended up wearing a little white veil on your head, or why you were currently dancing on a table, but it sure felt fun. The most fun you’d had in a while. It became even more fun when you dragged a buzzed Yeosang on top of the table with you.

“Give it up for my husband!” you yelled as he stumbled close to you, an arm still carefully wrapped around your waist. The crowd of drunken patrons of the club cheered loudly, making you laugh. When you looked at Yeosang you found him hiding his face behind his free hand, but smiley, nonetheless.

He wasn’t as drunk as you, and it didn’t take long for him to convince you to step down. As he led you to a less crowded area, hand resting on the small of your back, you think you complained about him being no fun a few times.

It was only when you came to a stop that you turned around to look at him in the eyes. Whatever you wanted to say next, however, was drowned out by the DJ's voice.

“Everybody, I’ve just been told there’s a couple of newlyweds in the crowd! So, upon request from the bride’s best friend Sasha, we’re going to slow it down for a little bit. This one’s for you guys, congratulations!”

You looked at Yeosang shocked; a huge, incredulous smile making your mouth hang open in surprise. He just laughed as the first notes of I Can’t Help Falling in Love started playing. You offered him a hand, which he took and used to pull you flush against him, arms snaking around your waist. You let yours drape around his neck, starting to sway.

“Who the fuck is Sasha, by the way?” he asked, making you giggle.

“I met her in the toilets, we’re best friends now” Yeosang scoffed, and you playfully smacked the back of his head.

Neither of you said much, and you took a moment to drink in how ethereal he looked in the lights surrounding you. The first few buttons of his white shirt were undone, his collarbones peeping out. When you looked up to him, you knew you’d been caught staring. You didn’t think you cared.

Yeosang looked just the littlest bit bashful, but you caught a smug smile fleeting from his lips. Your eyes lingered there, perhaps a second too long, and you didn’t see it coming when he kissed you. It was as if sparks started flying, making you dizzier than the alcohol had. He tasted sweet like the drink you made him try, making you want more.

Only when you felt like your lungs were about to burn, you broke away – breaths mingling, and barely an inch apart.

“Promise me it’ll be like high school” you found yourself saying, unable to hold your tongue, hoping he’d catch it over the song fading out. “I really did miss you when I left” in the dim lights of the club, you couldn’t make out the way he looked at you, but you knew it made your heart swell a little.

“I promise” he said, his lips brushing against yours, before he kissed you again.

Yeosang cleared his voice, you noticed how his fingers were playing with his wedding band.

“You were pretty drunk, and asked me to stay” he shrugged, throwing a smile your way. You just nodded, awkwardly smiling back. He didn’t think you remembered.

“Thanks for making sure I didn’t do anything too stupid” you sighed. “And for staying”

Yeosang nodded, starting to get off the bed. You watched him go, saying you’d meet him at breakfast so you could talk about the details of registering the marriage as soon as you got back. You preferred to not think about why the way he scurried out of your room left you with a sour taste in your mouth.

The next day, after you spent the rest of the day prior awkwardly dancing around Yeosang, you woke up with your stomach twisted in anxious knots. It was the day of the conference. None of the attendees knew of your wedding, and its implications, but they’d care soon enough. Especially business partners and rivals. You didn’t know why you felt this nervous about a conference that you really didn’t need to attend if not to represent your father’s company.

Maybe it was the thought of having to deal with slimy, ignorant old men who thought women didn’t really have a place in businesses like these. The after-conference small talk with champagne and finger food buffets were always the most dreaded parts of events for you.

Countless hours spent trying to prove your intelligence and passion to people who only really saw you as an entitled daddy’s daughter, always left you tired and angry, no matter how hard you tried to not let it get to you.

Or, maybe, it was that you were keeping a huge secret from everyone in the room, and you were terribly afraid they’d find out just by looking at you.

Either way, your buzzing nerves didn’t do much to help the awkward tension between you and Yeosang. You two quietly had breakfast together, before sharing a silent ride to the hotel hosting the conference.

“See you on the other side” he joked anyway, before walking in. “Remember, don’t breathe my air!” echoing you mother’s words, he threw you one last wink and disappeared behind the hall doors. You scoffed a laugh, before walking in yourself.

As you did every time you had to attend these events, you gave yourself only and hour to talk to people. It was all you could take before inevitably, after the umpteenth jab or backhanded compliment thrown at you, you’d cuss someone out.

So, when the conference ended, you immediately set off to stand as near to the exit as possible with a flute of champagne in your hand. From time to time, you’d catch Yeosang’s eyes in the crowd, before swiftly looking away. It wasn’t as bad as you thought, only getting uncomfortable when your father’s business partners came up to you with a knowing glint in their eyes.

As someone mentioned the merger of the year for at least the fifth time, you almost cried tears of joy when your eyes fell on your watch. Only ten minutes left. A familiar head of hair was also making his way towards the exit doors as he talked to someone.

You politely slipped out of the circle that formed around you, not really caring about the harm to your reputation if somebody saw you walk out with Yeosang. They had a bigger storm coming.

“Miss Y/L/N!” you stopped dead in your tracks.

Well, shit.

“Mr. Jeong” you smiled curtly, turning around.

“Leaving already?” everything about this man irked you, and it wasn’t only because he was supposed to become your father-in-law. “I thought you graced these events with an hour of your time” his tone laced with badly hidden sarcasm.

“Unfortunately, I have to get to the airport in time, I have to get home as soon as possible” used to lying through your teeth, it sounded like the truth. Mr. Jeong nodded, muttering about understanding perfectly and guessing “work can wait when you have to try on wedding dresses”.

You scoffed, feeling angrier as the seconds ticked by. About an hour of allusions like this one had you ready to quite literally spit fire, but you needed to save face.

“I wouldn’t neglect work for something that trivial” you didn’t think the grip you had on your flute could get any tighter than it was, until he put a hand on your upper arm. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get…”

“I know you wouldn’t” he cut you off, sounding exactly like he was saying the opposite of what he meant. “I just had to make sure work was still a priority, you know, since you’ll be marrying my-”

“Hands off my wife” a chill ran down your spine, hearing Yeosang saying the dreaded words with a voice so low and threatening. You almost didn’t even recognize it, not until his familiar hand grasped yours and pulled you to him.

Mr. Jeong drew back, realization dawning in his eyes as your heart fell to your stomach. No doubt he’d call your father in the next five minutes. This wasn’t exactly how you’d planned things to go. Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you took a deep breath.

“Your wife, huh?” he raised a brow, repeating the words as to digest the new piece of information. As the seconds ticked by, and his eyes bounced between you and Yeosang, he seemed to realize the man holding you close was not cracking some poorly executed joke, and that his chance at a merger with one of the biggest companies on the market had been taken away from him. His eyes fell on your rings.

“I’m sorry Mr. Jeong” you started, absolutely fuming and unwilling to let anyone talk over you again. You took a step towards him. Yeosang seemed reluctant to let go of you but did anyway. “But the conditions for me to become CEO were to bring about a successful merger with the strongest ally my company could afford to have” you smiled sweetly, but your voice couldn’t have been icier.

“And since I take my job seriously, I know that Mr. Kang’s is” you saw anger flash in his eyes, but before he could speak another word, you were already turning around. “Now you’ll really have to excuse me” you caught Yeosang’s hand again, dragging him out of the hall.

You didn’t stop walking, not as you felt everyone’s eyes on the two of you, not even when surprised murmurs made their way through the hall and followed you out of it. You didn’t stop until you got to your car, a little out of breath from the way you speed walked there in heels, seemingly dragging a grown man behind you.

Another silent car ride later, Yeosang was awfully quiet as he watched you go round the room in circles, breathing heavily. He knew what was about to come, but never in a million years he would’ve guessed to be the subject of your ire. So, when you stopped walking and finally turned to face him, he braced for impact.

“What the fuck was that?” you let your arms drop down to your sides as you asked. “We agreed on keeping this to ourselves until we got back” you sighed, strangely your voice was lacking the angry bite it had before, sounding a little desperate instead. “Now everyone’s going to know in no time!”

“I’m sorry, I just…” Yeosang let himself fall seated on the edge of the bed. “I don’t know what came over me, he was just so close, talking down to you like you were just a fucking pawn in their game. I couldn’t…” he sighed, biting back whatever he had to add.

Your phone started ringing a second after, your father's name shining bright on the screen. You laughed bitterly, waiting for it to stop and turning it off before he could call again.

“Well, you claiming your stake on me like that didn’t feel too great either, you know?” you ran your hands through your hair, his words replaying in your head over and over.

“What was I supposed to do then, let him talk to you like that?” his voice was uncharacteristically loud and harsh, making you even more frustrated for completely missing your point.

“I could’ve handled it on my own, I always do!” you pushed back, raising your voice as well.

The both of you were breathing hard, looking at each other, before Yeosang got up from his spot, walking over to you. His eyes were unreadable, different from how you remembered not being able to understand what they were concealing. Back then, they didn’t pull you in like they were doing right now.

“I’m sorry” he was the first one to relent, his eyes looking past you now. You could only sigh, it was a done deal now, there was nothing you could do. “It’s alright”

Yeosang looked like he had something to say but didn’t quite know how to. There was a pregnant silence hanging over the room, somehow you were scrambling to find something to say and coming up empty handed. When you finally found his eyes again, only one question came to mind.

“Why?” it slipped past your lips before you could stop yourself, and you watched as Yeosang furrowed his brow, puzzled. “Why did you offer to marry me?”

“I-” he exhaled, mumbling something under his breath. “Helping a friend?” it sounded like a question, and you scoffed. “You don’t go around offering to marry a friend you haven’t seen or talked to in four years”

Head hanging low, Yeosang avoided your gaze once again. You took a tentative step forward, searching for his eyes until you finally found them. They were looking nothing like they did just minutes earlier, but they still made your breath catch.

“Y/N, I…” he was so close that you felt like your brain was short circuiting, eyes falling to his lips for a split second. You didn't know what came over you when you spoke next.

“I just-”

“Kiss me” you recognized the breathiness of your voice, its neediness too. Yeosang’s eyes flashed with surprise for a mere second, and didn’t waste a second to grant your wish. His fingers ghosted down your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He ran them softly down the line of your jaw, your neck and cascade down your arm until he intertwined them with yours. His other hand pulled you flush against him by the waist, your own arms wrapped around his neck.

The kiss was nothing like the one you shared in the club; it started off tentative but quickly grew hungrier as Yeosang let his tongue deliberately explore your mouth. You softly pulled at his hair to bring him impossibly closer, a quiet groan leaving his mouth.

When you finally came up for air, it was only for a moment, before you crashed your lips against his again. Slowly, you started making your way towards the bed, until you felt him bump into it. Yeosang pulled you down with him, maneuvering you until he was hovering over you. When you felt him start to pull back, you let him, worry shooting through you for a split second. He gently rested his forehead against yours, breaths mingling, before your eyes met.

“Tell me what you want” he murmured, a little breathless. Throwing all doubts out the window you pulled him down, smiling in the kiss when he let out a surprised sound. Winding your arms around his neck, you kissed him harder, shifting your legs so he could fit in between them. Yeosang sighed against your mouth, giving you time to catch your breath as his kisses made their way down your throat. He sucked softly enough not to leave any marks, but teasingly enough to make your head light.

Slowly undoing the buttons of your blouse, Yeosang left a wet kiss on every inch of skin that he uncovered. “This what you wanted, mh?” he asked before crashing his lips against yours again, you answered by rolling your hips into his. “Fuck” he let out under his breath, finally doing away with your shirt. Mind spinning, you couldn’t help a wanton moan from escaping your lips when he cupped your breast with one hand, playing with the nipple over the soft fabric of your bralette.

Finally, finally, he undid the clasp and threw it away somewhere, and one by one all of your clothes ended up discarded on the floor. “You’re so beautiful” he breathed, not wasting another second in latching his lips on your hardened nipple, a breathy moan escaping your lips. It seemed to dawn on you right then what was going on, and through the haze clouding your mind, you brought his face up to yours. You kissed him softly, letting your hands travel across his chest, down his sculpted torso, until they reached the waistband of his boxers.

Yeosang held his breath for just a second when he heard you whine something along the lines of “need you” as you stroked him over them. He caught your hand in his, bringing it up over your head, before kissing you hard. “Perfect” he mumbled, coming up for air, taking a look at your naked figure and making you shiver under his gaze. You didn’t think anyone had ever looked at you like that; like he so desperately wanted, needed, you he’d do anything to have you. It made your heart flutter, and you didn’t have time to think about why you wanted him all over you, to have his closeness overwhelm you in the best way possible. Each kiss, each deliberate touch of his fingers against you core set you aflame and sent you reeling, head lost in clouds of cotton.

“Yeosang” you moaned when you felt him slowly push into you. His pace was slow, driving you crazy and building your high steadily. Yeosang drunk all of your whimpers and moans with open mouthed kisses, and only then you noticed how he was clinging to your body; you noticed in the way his grip on you grew tighter, how he was fully pressed against you with no intention to pull away.

You held him too, your hands traveling from his biceps up into his soft strands of hair, back down to gripping his shoulders and no doubt leaving behind half-moons on his skin. “Mine” he mumbled in the crook of your neck, trailing his lips against your skin. “Say you’re mine, please” his voice broke the slightest bit, making your breath catch. “Yours” the affirmation flew out your mouth without hesitation, soft and slow. Yeosang picked up his pace, your legs pulled him even closer, rolling your hips to match his thrusts. It felt like seeing stars, spinning faster and faster towards your climax. “Yeo, so close” you weren’t making sense, lost in him, feeling him all around. With one last perfectly angled thrust, his name fell from your lips loudly, your high hitting you hard.  

Still shaking, you felt Yeosang slip out of you seconds later and breathlessly groan into your neck, coming on your stomach. You heard nothing but your shaky pants, until you felt him quietly slip away, only to return moments later to clean you up gently.

Yeosang looked a little hesitant to come any closer to you, opting to just lie down beside you. He only seemed to relax when you turned on your side to face him, letting your arm softly drape over his torso and over the blanket. Just then he dared to pull you closer, placing a feathery kiss on the top of your head.

“I wanted to tell you, that night at the park” he finally spoke after what felt like centuries. “But I couldn’t. I convinced myself that it wasn’t fair to you and I’d be able to forget you… I’ve tried to forget you. I’ve never tried so hard in my life. But it's impossible. It’s simply not possible for me to stop thinking about you”

He was staring at the ceiling while speaking, and you noticed his finger anxiously drawing patterns on the top of your hand. “Yeosang, what are you-” looking up at him, you stopped speaking when his earnest eyes set on yours.

“I’m saying that I’m a selfish idiot who fell in love with you, but never had the balls to tell you, and took a chance when he saw it” he sighed, letting his head fall back onto the mattress. “That I offered to marry you because I’ve been in love with you since you first said hi to me, and I couldn’t bear to see you with someone else”

You were left speechless by his words and let them hang in the air for long enough to see Yeosang to start sitting up, away from you, and gather his clothes. You still didn’t dare to say anything – too busy trying to make sense of the way your head was spinning, and your heart was pounding furiously in your chest – when he turned to look at you, now wearing the same clothes as earlier.

“The other night, at the club” he swallowed, eyes set on the floor. “You asked me to promise that we’d be like in high school”

“I remember” Yeosang’s head snapped up, looking at you surprised, before nodding.

“I intend to keep that promise” you saw it in his eyes, the hurt your silence caused, but you really couldn’t find the words to say – you just knew you wanted to scream at him not to leave, that you weren’t regretting anything that had happened thus far. But the words got stuck in your throat, and it was hard to swallow the emotion that was making it a little hard to breathe.

So, you just nodded, seeing Yeosang nodding back before starting to make his way out of the room. Just when you heard the door open, you called after him. Stumbling through the room, now wearing your horrendous blue Las Vegas shirt, you found him standing at the threshold.

“I-” you sighed, determination shaking a little under his gaze. “I care about you, a lot. And I don’t, I won’t ever, regret this” you struggled through the confusion you were feeling, barely able to pick out the right words to express the only thing you felt with absolute certainty.

Yeosang’s eyes softened a little, making your heart feel lighter.

“I’ll see you tomorrow” he simply mumbled, offering you a meek smile, before walking to his room.

Left alone in yours, you made your way to bed, still feeling him all around, and feeling like crying again. So you did.

The moment you landed back home, you knew you couldn’t keep your phone off any longer. Both you and Yeosang had for the sake of your peace, but it was time to face the music. No doubt it was going to be the longest day of your life.

The morning after the night you slept together, you barely shared a word, and the flight was silent too. Yeosang seemed a little less tense than the night before, but you were a bundle of nerves. You still needed to decide if it was because of the complicated feelings he’d sparked in you, or the fact that you needed to face your parents.

The number of missed calls and texts you saw on both your phones made you cringe at the prospect of having this dreaded conversation. Not even Seonghwa’s angry comments to the tabloid articles he’d sent you made you smile, unlike they usually would. But what did, and what made you even angrier, was one new piece of information he forwarded you.

Yeosang’s driver finally pulled up to your father's company. You could hear a pin drop in the silence that fell when you and Yeosang entered the building, and you could also feel the looks thrown your way as you walked to your office. It didn’t really help that Yeosang’s hand was gently resting on the small of your back.

You didn’t shake it off, though, not even when you finally entered the office and saw the four faces you oh so dreaded seeing.

“Have you completely lost your mind?!” was the first thing your father said to you, harsh and angry – sentiments reflected in your mother's eyes. “You’ve crossed a line, Y/N” pointing a finger at you, but you cut him off before he could add anything.

“I don’t think I did” you shrugged, taking a step forward. “Actually, I think I did exactly what was asked of me” you crossed your arms, waiting for the inevitable rebuttal.

“You’ve gone too far; do you not think of the consequences of your actions? Are you that clueless about your own job?” you scoffed at your father’s words, no doubt enraging him further. “Do you spite us so much?” you mother added fuel to the fire, looking at Yeosang like he was the source of all evil. You felt rage bubbling inside of you, and took a step in front of him, as if to shield him from her gaze.

“Enough!” you noticed how the Kang’s hadn’t spoken yet, having an inkling as to why. “It was your own conditions for me to step-in in your place that brought this about”

“I wanted to make a successful merger-”

“Oh, for the love of god, you just wanted me to marry whoever you saw fittest to your interests!” you roared, shutting him up. “And even then, it would’ve been the worst possible deal you could’ve done. Did you even know that Jeong was going to use you to save his company from debt?”

“And you knew” Yeosang stepped in, talking to his parents. “You knew perfectly well what the merger with Jeong meant and tried your absolute best to keep me from knowing.”

“We were just trying to keep you from making irrational decisions, which you did-”

“Don't act like you're sorry I brought the best ally you could get just because you're too proud to admit it” he sounded cold, matter of factly.

“We would never stoop so low to-” Yeosang wasn't having any of what his father was about to say.

“For fuck's sake, what is your problem in seeing that this is the best possible outcome for everyone!?”

Your fathers scoffed, almost comically at the same time, outraged for two absolutely different reasons. Mr. Kang was afraid if Yeosang found out, he’d do exactly what he did. Your father, on the other hand, was just mad he didn’t see what he was about to do to his company, and that you did.

“I think it’s time you resign” you turned to yours, seeing anger flash in his eyes. “A CEO that doesn’t even recognize he’s about to make a horrible deal is no good for the company. Imagine what people would say if they knew”

“Don’t you dare speak to your father like that” your mother sounded outraged. “He was only doing what’s best for everyone!”

“Don’t come at me with that bullshit! Do you even know how ridiculous you sound right now?” you exploded, pointing your finger, as she gasped a little. “He was about to marry me off to someone a brink away from bankruptcy only to spite me and keep me from the man that I love, at the cost of ruining himself”

Yeosang took a step closer to you, unknowingly giving you the strength to twist the knife some more.

“He doesn’t care, no… you all never cared” you looked at each of them in the eyes. “Be thankful we not only brought about the merger you only dared to dream of,” finally, your gaze fell on your father. “but I saved you, too. I expect your resignation letter as soon as tomorrow, and I would also appreciate it if you stayed out of the way during the transition”

You turned around, taking Yeosang’s hand in yours and dragging him out of the building, this time unconcerned with the looks thrown your way and with a strange sense of victory bubbling inside of you. You didn’t stop until you were outside and a little way down the street, when Yeosang pulled at your hand and made you face him.

He was sporting a giddy smile, eyes lit up with happiness. There was a silent question in yours, but you just smiled a little wider at the thought of finally word vomiting all that you’d been thinking to your parents.

“I’m very proud of how you handled that” Yeosang started, stepping closer to you. Only then you noticed that he still hadn’t let go of your hand and was now soothingly rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. He stopped when he got to your ring finger, toying a little with the wedding band sitting there. “The man that you love, huh?”

Your heart sped up a little, and you rolled your eyes at the teasing glint in his, feeling hot under his tender gaze.

“Well, I was just saying the truth” you shrugged, noticing how he suddenly got serious. “I do love you. You don’t know how many nights I wished I had an excuse to call you, to hear your voice. You never left my mind, your corner in my heart is well established, Yeosang. I’m sorry it took this long to realize”

You brought a hand up to cup his cheek, heart swelling when he leaned against it. Yeosang’s gentle fingers wrapped around your wrist, thumb caressing the skin of the back of your hand. His eyes were so soft and full of adoration that you thought you might combust if he looked at you any longer, so you leaned in to catch his lips with yours.

You had kissed hungrily and longingly before, but now it felt like coming home. You welcomed the warmth that pervaded you as he kissed you a little deeper, pushing you flush against his chest, finally feeling like you found your place with him.

[enhas-bestie]

how you get noticed by nishimura riki: tik-tok (3/7)

-member: nishimura riki

-how you get noticed: he duets your tik-tok video

the universe works in mysterious ways. because what are the chances that on the same day the leader of your dance team decides to bitch to you about your technique, you find out the one and only 4th gen dance leader has duetted your video.

“there’s no way this day could get any worse.”

that was what you told yourself when you woke up and realised you forgot to do your maths homework that was due today first period. it was what you told yourself when you went to go shower, only to find out that somebody else had used all of the hot water, leaving you shivering and pissed off under icy droplets at 6 in the morning. it was what you told yourself when you missed your bus, and again what you told yourself after your teacher had scolded you in front of the entire class for being late while your cheeks heated in embarrasment.

you tried to reassure yourself throughout the day that things could not get worse–but it seemed as though the universe was against you, and you were fucking tired of trying to contain your frustrations.

you supposed it was no suprise that the person who managed to push you over the edge was kang hyewon, someone who had given you nothing but headaches since the beginning of your highschool career when you had first met her in your dance class. though you would give it to her, she was extremely talented–or at least, she was talented enough to snag the title of “dance captain” from right under your nose. you were fine with it of course, she happened to be an ace dancer who excelled in all styles of dance, while you chose to stick to hip-hop and freestyling. she was more versatile than you (as well as the rest of your class), so you understood why she got her spot.

but for the love of god, did she really have to be so stuck-up about it?

“you’re supposed to be graceful y/n, graceful.” you heard her annoyed voice echo from behind you, “you’re moves aren’t flowing the way they’re supposed to!”

“we’re focusing on hip-hop this term, hyewon.” you bite back frustratedly. she may have been an ace dancer, but it was times like this that you remebered that hyewon favoured contemporary styles of dance above everything, “my moves aren’t supposed to look graceful–they’re supposed to look powerful.”

“yeah, i agree with y/n,” you hear dayeon who was busy doing her stretches pipe in , “this dance isn’t meant to be whimsical and pretty, she’s supposed to look fierce and passionate.”

hyewon scoffs at both of you, and with a hand on her hip, sneers at the rest of your classmates scattered across the dance room, “are you forgetting that mrs choi left me in charge for today?” she reminds haughtily and you all groan in annoyance. of all the day mrs choi had to stay absent, of course she chose today. the universe really is out to get me, you think with a miserable sigh.

“she may have left you in charge, but that doesn’t mean you’re suddenly the teacher. ” you mutter, turning around to start your routine over again.

“oh y/n... ” hyewon starts, her voice dripping fake sympathy, “do you wanna know a little secret?” her voice is loud enough to gather the attention of the rest of your peers who weren’t already paying attention to your little spat, “see…you’re not actually a good dancer.”

you freeze as you listen to the words tumbling out of her mouth, “actually,” she continues as you listen in silence, “you kind of suck. I mean, I know you go on and on about becoming a choreographer or whatever, but you’re just not good enough.”

“no good dancer would ever acknowledge a loser like you.”

you feel like your head’s being held under water as she rants on and on about terrible you were. you barely even hear dayeon and the rest of your classmates defending you. all you hear is hyewon’s words, and they burn themselves into your brain until all of your buried insecurities began resurfacing.

what if she was right?

“oh, come on,” hyewon smirks as she runs her hands through her dark hair, “i’m just letting her know-”

“no, you’re just jealous because you know she’s one step away from stealing your title as captain.” dayeon responds cooly and you feel your heart swell up in appreciation. leave it to dayeon to stand up for everybody–if anyone, you wished that she had been assigned dance leader.

hyewon bristles in anger, “nobody is ever going to acknowledge you–you got that?” she glares pointedly at you.

just as you open your mouth to defend yourself– dwindeling confidence be damed, you were not going to sit back and take hyewon’s bullshit– a series of pings and buzzes echo throughout the room. it catches everyone off guard, including hyewon and yourself, and you all give each other confused looks as you and your entire class shuffle to your discarded bags heaped up in the corner.

“how is all of our phones going off at the same time?” you ask slightly creeped out and you dig around in your messy duffle bag searching for your phone.

“no way-”

“oh my god! no way-”

“y/n, you have got to look at this!” dayeon screams, nearly yanking your arm out of its socket as she pulls you down to her level on the floor. everyone gravtates to you as she shoves her phone into your face and you blink at the brightness of her screen.

“enhypen’s tik tok account?” you mutter confusedly as you look at the screen, “i don’t understand–oh my god!” you gasp as you finally register what’s going on.

you were on their page–you. and fucking nishimura riki was duetting your video.

“oh my god–look at the tags!” one of your classmates screams excitedly as your force yourself to tear your eyes off of ni-ki duetting one of your dance videos. your heart nearly leaps out of your chest as your brain fumbles to comprehend the tagged sentences :

“we're talented right? 🤔🤩 #NI_KI #ENHYPEN”

“there’s no way this is actually happening” you whisper in shock. you can hardly believe the nishimura riki of enhypen has publicly duetted a video on their tik tok account--let alone yours.

“what did you say again hyewon?” dayeon asks gleefully from besides you, her eyes sparkling with joy at hyewon’s stunned features, “what was that you said about y/n? that she’ll never be acknowledged by a good dancer?”

“this can’t be real...” she mutters, surprise and shock colouring her words, “why would he duet you?”

“because i am a good dancer.” you grin back at her rejected figure. you don’t fully believe the words leaving your mouth--because you still have lots of room for improvement--but for once, you feel slightly empowered.

if someone like ni-ki--someone who worked relentlessly hard and chased his dreams at such a young age--could acknowledge you...then well, you had no other reason but to acknowledge yourself too.

hyewon’s pissed expression as she storms outside of the dance room only serves as the icing on top of the cake.

later, when you get home and you’re settled on your couch, you open up your tik tok and grin to yourself like a madwoman. your notifications are still unread--because hyewon snitched to the principal about your class being too “noisy”, so you were forced to listen to a lecture on behaviour instead of indulging in your new found happiness.

 when you finally open the app, you nearly faint seeing all of the notifications and messages in your inbox. most are filled with compliments and congratulations. but one, so obviously stands out with it’s blue verification badge next to it.

no way

link to the 'how he notices you' series.

[scintillasofbeomgyu]

˚ · . 𝘁𝘅𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻! — 𝙨/𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙘 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩

pairing: txt x gn!reader

genre: fluff; comfort

word count: 1,1k

warning(s): mentions of stress and anxiety

requested: yes

a/n: i'm not that satisfied with these, but thanks for this cute request anon !! these also turned into something between reactions and headcannons i'm sorry 😭

᠃ ⚘ choi yeonjun:

no because he’s literally going to be the one insisting that you need to take a break and go on date with him

he would try to be patient at first, he would.

but the way you were sitting at your desk, chanting repeating the same lines from your textbook, over and over again, nearly had him thinking you were speaking in tongues– he’d even check to see if there were paranormal bodies lurking around

it’d hurt him to see you agonizing so much when you’ve worked so hard

is NOT taking no for an answer

“yeonjuuuun, please, just one more hour!”

“sure. when we get back. come on yn, get off your pretty ass. let’s go on a drive.”

would take you on a long, late-afternoon drive to some pretty outdoor place he found by accident (spoiler alert: he prepared a whole picnic basket 🥺)

would lay out the blanket, then your head in his lap before running his fingers through your hair

“you’ve worked so hard, you’re going to do so well baby, i promise. and if you don’t? you’re going to be the significant other of this future baller anyway.”

᠃ ⚘ choi soobin:

is startled when you storm into his room at the dorm with a huff; you throw your bag on the floor before climbing up onto the bed next to him and attaching yourself to his side

“i thought you were studying today?”

“don’t even ask” you’d say into his chest “math could be pouring out of my ears right now and i’ll still have no less anxiety than before”

he’d coo before placing his book on the nightstand and shifting so that you’d be more comfortable, and would place a lingering kiss to your forehead

soobin knew that you were a hard worker: hence the total adoration and concern in his eyes whenever he looked at you. you always pushed yourself, and sometimes it made you lose confidence in your abilities

“come on, I have an idea”

you would spend the entire day receiving the royal treatment !!

he’d bake all sorts of things for you, cuddle with you on the couch infront of the tv, would massage your feet and shoulders (spoiler alert: he’s really good at them 🥺)

“who even likes math? but my yn still manages to do their best everytime. i’m so proud of you.”

᠃ ⚘ choi beomgyu:

immediately switches off the new song he composed when you walk into his studio, but panic morphs into concern when he sees your limbs splayed across the sofa, head buried into the cushions

“i’m going to fail this test, but i need a break before i tear this textbook apart”

is well-aware that you’ve probably been overwhelming and underestimating yourself again

he’ll probably jest to lighten the mood, but will also affirm you ALOT

“eyyyy, what are you stressed about? even i could do– what’s this? alphabet sums? yeah, i could totally do these alphabet sums! and if my half a brain cell can, you’re going to ace it, jagi!”

WILL poke you until you get up and look at him, WILL give you a big phat hug, WILL give you a phat kiss on the lips 😖

and how can your heart NOT flutter at your adorably silly boyfriend

“i’m still going to fail though”

will bonk your head and lead you to his desk, will sit you down and let you listen to that song he was so antsy about

“here, take your mind off that test and give me some feedback”

would blush hysterically when you tell him you like it– it was about you after all (you lucky fish !!)

“just like you always support me, i will always support you, yn. you’ll do great tomorrow, i know it!”

᠃ ⚘ kang taehyun:

would be waiting outside your house the minute you sent him a text

he’d been busy with schedules, and was a little disappointed when you said you couldn’t hang out during his off day because of your test

but his idea of a “break” was so not what you had in mind

you’d come out in the clothes most suitable for a date, only to find him in sweats and a jacket– mans is literally taking you on a jog 😭

“come on, yn! nothing better than a little fresh air and exercise to get that brain-juice flowing” while you’re literally gasping for air behind him

but give him a chance! he just likes to tease!

after all the running, a bicycle is waiting lmfao, he’s sitting you on the back, don’t worry!!

will wrap your arms around him as he takes you on a relaxing ride along the Han River– and some chocolate covered strawberries are waiting for you at a spot on the grass !!

will drape an arm around your shoulder and peck your check before resting your head in his shoulder.

“i’m sure you’re pretty anxious about this test, but i believe in you. and if you ever need me to explain anything to you, i’ll do the best i can to help. no matter the result, i’m always proud of you, yn.”

᠃ ⚘ huening kai:

don’t @ me, but i can totally see him taking you to the karaoke room😭

he’ll definitely be really worried when he sees how anxious you are as you sit at your desk, but being someone who doesn’t really talk himself, he’ll probably just suggest it out of the blue

“come on, let’s go to the karaoke room!”

“kai, i need to not fail bio”

would nag on you until you finally cave in (how can you withstand those puppy dog eyes and those pouty lips!)

but instead of going out, you’ll do it in the livingroom

he’ll excitedly plug in the karaoke machine and the two of you would be screaming the lyrics of pop songs at the top of your lungs

when you get tired of singing, you’ll just end up dancing around the furniture– Kai moving in the way that made him question whether or not he was actually a practical dance student or not

but you're laughing and smiling and that’s all that matters to him 🥺

when you eventually fall onto the sofa in exhaustion, he’d cuddle up to you and rest his head on your shoulder

“i love you so much. you’re so smart and so beautiful, it’s unfair! you’ll do just fine on your test, babe. i know it. spanish? ha, just bonjour it up then!”

[laladellakang]

della’s phone(s)

masterlist | wattpad | requests / ask enhypen 

2021.10.22

THE DEVICE

iphone XR (white) & iphone XS (silver)

—della doesn’t like the aesthetics of the new iphone cameras, so she kept her old XS and added the XR to make up for not having the newest release.

—unless it breaks, she probably won’t change her phones for a long time. frugal frugal della.

ACCESSORIES:

—she likes the look of her phone so she keeps it simple.

—baby pink is her favourite colour and she got an enhypen keychain to go with her airpods pro.

THE BOYS’ CONTACT NAMES (the same in both phones):

jungwon: 🐏 leader 🤍

heeseung: 우리 ace 형 🤍 (our/hyung)

jay: just 오빠 lmao 🤍 (oppa)

jake: baby 🤍

sunghoon: ❄️ 왕자 오빠🤍 (prince/oppa)

sunoo: 선uwu 🤍 (sun)

niki: rikiくうん 🤍 (kuun)

DELLA’S CONTACT NAMES:

jungwon: 엔하 라라 (enha lala)

heeseung: 강델라 (kang della)

jay: just 델라 lmaooo (EN-) (della)

jake: baby

sunghoon: 나의 공주 (my princess)

sunoo: 강델라 🐻💗 (kang della)

niki: 라라ちゃん (lala chan)

—for her other contact, they just add an ‘XS’ to differentiate (e.g. baby xs, 강델라 xs)

DELLA’S WALLPAPERS

XS (back up phone)

lockscreen (left) homescreen (right)

—originally, her lockscreen was a picture of the boy group, ikon, but guess who got jealous and changed it to an on-the-spot selfie?

they claimed that it was to avoid scandals but fans have seen her fangirl in i-land before, they would know that it’s harmless. excuses, excuses.

XR (main phone)

lockscreen (left) homescreen (right)

—they were pleased and touched to see that della’s main phone had them as her lockscreen.

[legendaryoikawa]

ares / suna rintarou / masterlist

pairing: suna x female reader

word count: 2k

synopsis: your stalker must’ve adore you so so much, he intends to kill for you.

quote:  “If you're that obsessed with someone, why would you kill her? Humans are full of contradictions.” - Ai Yazawa

genre: stalker!au, caters mature themes such as manipulation, voyeurism, public masturbation, murder, violence coercion, borderline obsession. 

note: i do not condone these behavior in real life. this is just a work of fiction. 

minors dni

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Truly an ace of all fools. 

Ares, the god of war. As Homer called him, murderous, bloodstained, the incarnate curse of mortals.

Name it, Suna knows every possible if not, unique ways to kill. He prefers the crowbar as it’s efficient and easy enough to send a person to their graves. For his very own pleasure. It fuels him especially when he sees those eyes that were once full of life drown down to darkness of death. 

Suna is known as one of the notorious lads at school. He never fails to leave an astonished look to every person he has passed by at school. People are stunned whenever he walks down the hallway with his school shirt unbuttoned and crumpled. His overall appearance is unruly with the noticeable scars that lingered on his face like ches. His disheveled jet black hair. Eyes that bore nothing but darkness. Chains dangling from each of his ears. His aura that is explainable and unassailable that could even strike the thunderbolt of the great god Zeus. 

Suna is handsome. He looks like bad news. Wild.

He wielded an enormous influence among girls. Some swoon at the mere sight of him; others even resorted to some chase yet ended up a crying mess. Boys even fall for his charms, but one sharp glance is enough to wave them off like flies. 

However, you on the other hand are not fazed by him nor his silhouette. Which made him to be drained by a pure soul like you. 

Suna is so private and closed like an abandoned establishment and that could be the sole reason why people want to pry into his life. He had everyone controlled on the palm of his hand but he can’t seem to play with you like he initially plans to. 

Suna has the patience of a boar. He shows signs of violence that it’s alarming. But people seem to be in love at his bad boy facade, no one dares to report him.

 He is a living contradiction. Suna is a ride, a deadly one.

He comes to school with his boisterous friends that look exactly like how he presents himself. You can always hear their uproarious banters about their lives, endless wolf-whistling. They are the group of boys you wouldn’t want to mess with. Especially the mysterious Suna. 

You made a promise to get the shit out of the tracks that had traces of the boisterous boy that is  Suna. 

Not just the boys that have brought out the never ending fiasco circulating around your highschool. There have been a high number of mysterious disappearances of students that you may have never heard of or slightly familiar to you that you cannot recall. Their skulls are cracked open with a brute force or a bullet to the head. Some are strangled, some are mutilated, and what makes it terrifying is that most of the victims are leading down to you.

You can still remember how Kang Hana spent her afternoon with you in the library for a philosophy project. You admit it yourself that Hana isn’t the preferable company. She’s too nosy, noisy and quite violent towards you as she keeps on hitting you on the arm whenever you spill something stupid. Nevertheless, you held no grudge towards the girl. And you were really stunned at the news of her sudden death. 

Oh, you didn’t know someone was watching from the windows of the library outside. Irritability bubbles inside his body like a brook. He allows no one to go near you, let alone to hit you like a ragged doll. He always had a thing for you, he didn’t know when it started but by the way you looked at him like you are almost something to be disregarded. He is drawn to you like a moth to the flame.

It is always in Suna’s system. His mind is a bully, gushing him to do things that would make him thrilled, something that could awaken his fantasies. 

He wants to kill. And he did. 

He stood in all his glory, wearing his uninterested look while scrutinizing the other students walking along the hall. There at the lockers he spots Kang Hana awkwardly fumbling with the entangled bag straps. 

His dark eyes bore into Hana’s figure. Eyeing her from head to toe. At this moment he is thinking of what he can possibly do with those limbs. Break it? Smash it? Mutilate it like how they do in the slaughterhouse? Suna approaches her figure, his switchblade ready in his windbreaker’s pockets. 

He breaths, trying to muster his oh-so-charming smile. “Hey.”

Hana raises up her gaze and she is surprised that the notorious Suna is approaching her. Only if she knew his real intentions. “Oh my god. Hey.”

Suna is charming. Quite egocentric. It doesn’t take him long to persuade someone to sp with him or to go out on a date with him. If there is something you should be afraid about Suna, it is his ability to deceive people without them knowing his real motives. He has a calm demeanor but sometimes his arrogance fuels him to be so wild-driven. 

He leads Hana to the abandoned establishment at the rundown part of the town. He made sure to give her a signal to meet him outside where no witnesses could see them. It’s always a step when considering crime, get rid of witnesses. 

At this moment, Hana starts to get excited because she has foreseen what could happen. For her it’s sex. For him, it’s blood. Suna draws his switchblade near her carotid artery. She widens her eyes but laughter resonates in the eerie place. 

She purrs. “I am a kinky person but I can try knife play.”

Suna doesn’t play. He draws the knife deeper to her neck until she realizes he is not joking at all. Kang Hana’s heart made a beeline for her throat and tried to make a f for her life but Suna had his strong hand gripping her hair. 

She struggles but after every move she dares, the knife further penetrates her neck. Beads of sweat are dropping down to her cheeks. A hot sticky liquid from where the knife is trickling down her neck, dampening her collarbones down to her bra. She cries loud. “What do you want?!”

Suna smirks. He misses the familiar scent of blood flooding in his nostrils. “Your life.” 

Her eyes widened in pure horror as the charming prince transformed quickly as a ruthless psychopath in just the blink of her eye. Hana tries to fight against his hold once again but Suna wants to finish off and not to take care of a wailing woman. 

He repeatedly lash out the knife through her neck. The impact of his pounds set out her blood gushing out, splashing his pale cheeks. His right hand is dripping with her hot blood. Suna’s chest rose as his breathing became ragged but overall he felt so alive and content. He stares at Hana’s figure sprawled on the floor bathing with the pool of her own blood. Suna felt so driven with just crimson clouding his vision. He runs his tongue on the rows of his pearly teeth, a sinister smile tugging the corners of his lips. He did it for you. 

The following days have been hell for you. No, you weren’t killed but you faced a frightening number of police interrogations for the victims were always drawing down to you. Like Hana, you were the last person she was with before her neck was slashed out like a cow in the slaughterhouse. The pulse of a blue and red strobe from the police mace being parked in the circular driveway. You stare at the officer's badge, his holstered Glock. The night air settles the eerie night, still, gauzy full of humidity. 

The interview lasts about a good hour but you are deemed innocent as Hana’s whereabouts where the crime took place didn’t match your activity. Her clothes are missing on the spot but the investigators found it drenched in this liquid they believed was an oxygen producing detergent didn’t match. Since the laboratory personnel couldn’t get any fingerprints from her body, it has been declared useless for the crime.

It has been weeks since you find yourself able to breathe again but it didn’t last long when you were bombarded with unknown and creepy messages that you couldn’t withstand at all. 

I know you. From everything you do, I know it all. 

You belong to me, your full name. 

I find it romantic to see how excited you look whenever I send these messages. Shall I start sending my pictures as well? Or the throne I made for you?

From morning you go to your mother’s flower shop to gather primrose to deliver to your grandfather that lives in the twenty second street downtown. 

Your favorite thing to do is to draw, my sweet. I am right, am I? I’m always right. 

I saw you talk to that small loser from class D. Now don’t ever talk to him again or you will see his head delivered right at your doorstep. I love you and I’m being the nice guy here. 

Do you perhaps like the idea of your friend's limbs personally delivered to you? Your pick. 

I am always watching you, your name.

Oh, you had a museum date with your friends? Don’t go, I am at your grandmother’s restaurant, she serves the ultimate broth soup. Too bad I can stop her from serving these delicacies. 

I know deep down, you love me too. Don’t you ever try to date behind my back without telling me. I did kill for you. 

Your parents aren’t home. Do you want me to visit?

So much love for you. Your long secret admirer :) 

I love you. I will kill for you. 

He isn’t joking. He knows everything about you. All the meticulous details no one knows but your family. Whenever you receive a message from him, your heart would pound against your rib cage. It terrifies you to the core that he exactly knows the precise details of your whereabouts.

 You immediately reported this matter to the police, to your parents but it didn’t settle the problem. The number isn’t traceable. They keep on insisting that the number used is from an unregistered sim. You fear for your life, your personal space, everything. 

You weren’t just experiencing the never ending terror of your stalker’s messages. But some of your things are now starting to disappear, from your bracelets, your baby pictures now, now, your white lacy underwear. 

You are blissfully unaware of the pair of eyes that follows every movement as you exit the school grounds. He looks down on his hand, gripping his favorite underwear of you. He had a picture when you wore the garment, and it was his favorite among all. 

He makes his way to his heavily tinted car, a smile never leaving Suna's face as he clutches the garment tightly on his hands. His soulless eyes stared back at him the moment he stared at the rear view mirror. And drives to the nearest convenience store. 

He keeps on fantasizing about you. The way your name rolls out of his tongue while jerking out never fails to send himself to ecstasy. He can’t wait to meet you, but one thing he is sure of, he will be watching you tonight. 

Suna is always a step ahead of his plans. He is meticulous and calculative. His plans never backfire for he knew what methods to use. For the days he has been killing he already knows how to get rid of evidence that could lead to him.  The boy’s got a sharp tongue as well, a serpent’s, he uses lies to cover up the real  Suna that hides behind the charming facade he puts front. 

He wore black. Black that is a mystery. Eerie. He wears a black bucket hat that covers his beautiful features that compliments his youth. Despite the dusk ebbing its way, his moles are always as alive as the constellation. He secures his mask tighter on both ears, as appealing as it sounds, he cannot show his face to you, just not yet. He had a thing to do, he had something to accomplish.

“Just in time” he breathed into the shadows. His eyes follow your figure marching down the dim lit streets. A smirk paints his lips as you still try to swat everything and thinking to yourself everything is still normal. But no, not until he is dead. He could have easily needle out your background from Kita but you were his and it gives him satisfaction whenever he discovers something about you. Things that aren’t open for others but just for him. 

He immediately hid behind a large tree, once you entered your home. He makes sure to secure a great and measurable distance from him to you, not so far yet so near. He clenches his fist, the idea of watching you undress from your windows sends him a big wave of pleasure. 

He begins to scramble up trying to get a hold of the strongest branch his forearm could manage. Some twigs tried to interrupt him midway but nothing can stop a hungry predator from lurking on his prey. He finds the perfect spot just parallel to your window.

“Fuck” he hiss as he felt his phone vibrate from his pocket. “What it is now  fucking Atsumu?”

“Lover boy, I forgot to place your camera in your bag, bye.” 

The camera is not his top most concern. He has his phone that is full of you. 

You were humming quietly. He follows your hands, removing your school blouse that left the boy’s mouth agape. His cock immediately hardens at the sight, and he cannot risk himself to jerk while on the tree. He scrambles immediately, carelessly fishing out for his phone to take a picture of you naked. 

Suna is always not satisfied with the bare minimum. He records you, doing your private thing in your room. He is biting hard on his lips, his erection sticking out painfully against his pants. He has to endure much longer till you have finished your routine applying lotion to your shiny long legs. Those legs that he can’t wait to touch. 

Suna left the place shortly. He’s astounded. You drive him wild and wild he is. You fuel the monster more. 

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Bowling Punishment

Word count; 2,234

Fandom; ACE

Pairing; Reader X Lee Donghun

Characters; Lee Donghun, Park Junhee, Kim Sehyoon, Kim Byeongkwan & Kang Yuchan

Warnings; Fluffy, Angst, Smut, Edging, Public Smut, Oral sex, Sex and Alcohol

Notes; Wrote this for @multistans-world for her Birthday but held back for Donghun’s birthday.

Happy birthday Dongsa & Donghun 💙

This is 6th chapter in the Mint Swirl Series.

He laced his fingers with yours while the others was surrounding you, it had been the same Mantra when you and Donghun went on dates.

However, this date was extra special, being Donghun’s Birthday. Management didn’t want the news that two members of their band was dating. While Sehyoon took no risk with your best friend Lei standing opposite, not even stealing a glance. Donghun however, walked in front of you with Chan, he when noticing it was safe would slow his pace, Lace his fingers with yours and steal a comforting connection from you. It was often met with management scowls. But Chan would often laugh through those looks and whisper, “cute,” to you both. Since you started dating six months ago life had changed so very much. Yourself and Lei was often at their dorms, enjoying many party’s. Though Donghun and Sehyoon never let you play the Soju drinking game again in their eye shot. Junhee who was jealous for the first couple weeks with Sehyoon and Lei, had become your biggest supporter. He still flirted with you and Lei but it was in a sweetly way. Chan was like your overgrown child and would often interrupt your hugs by leaping into your laps as if he was a human kitten. However he wasn’t as innocent as he looked, he had a playful side to him and sometimes would playfully flirt with you, often when Donghun wasn’t paying him attention. Donghun didn’t speak to him for two days when one of his response to his lack of attention was to grab hold of your butt. On the other hand Byeongkwan had changed completely, he confessed he only went overboard on the flirting to force Donghun’s feelings for you. So once you had started dating he had become a great source of support. He had become one of your closest of friends and you two would often sneak away during party’s to enjoy the hidden stash of soju shots, while Sehyoon and Donghun wasn’t looking. It was your pre-party routine while Sehyoon and Donghun was off buying drinks. Sehyoon and Lei had an amusing relationship, you would hardly know they was dating unless you heard them at night, the walls was far too thin in both your apartments. You and Donghun soon learnt to swap homes, which was funny as you often got to explore sex with this beautiful man with no one to worry about walking in. Sehyoon was so quiet with you, but he was great for advice and he gave the warmest of hugs when you was sad and Donghun wasn’t around. He was rather over protective though not just of Lei but you as well. Hence why he would scold you when Donghun risked signs of DPA. He couldn’t scold his hyung so you would have the lecture, as if you could just refuse that cute fluff ball and his soul piercing smile.

As you made your way to the bowling alley that had been closed so you could date in private. Soon as the doors locked to your new private haven, Chan’s new girlfriend Saera flung her arms around him as they settled in the corner. Byeongkwan led his date to the bar for a drink, the red head westerner girl looked familiar. You had spotted her at your party’s but he didn’t look in a rush to show affection that they was dating. Junhee on the other hand was in deep conversation about sizes of bowling balls with Lei, who had Sehyoon wrapped around her. While his own date sat perched on a chair near the alley he clearly had claimed as theirs. The petit dark haired girl was engrossed in her mobile clearly avoiding what flirting Junhee was doing with Sehyoon and Lei.

The night had almost ended too fast, you beat Donghun at a game of bowling. However, your competitive side encouraged a group match, you and Byeongkwan as normal was at the top of the board. It was his last throw and you really needed him to throw a crappy ball. So you walked up to him as he was analysing how best to take a shot. “Need some help bud?” you teased. “Oie you go back to sticking your tongue down your boyfriends throat and stop distracting me,” he shot out. “So I am distracting you then?” you teased as he straightened himself to glare at you. “Five sneaky shots say you can’t beat me,” you smirked, his mischevious grin returned and he chuckled an almost evil laughter, “ha your on, your on.” Moments later You felt Donghun’s arms tighten around you and pull you in, you slouched into him as you felt his warmth hold you. Byeongkwan shot an eye at you, “Do you think you two could do that over there, you two getting off is distracting,” he moaned. “Why would you be distracted by a hug,” you laughed. Byeongkwan stood up and imitated your moans which caused you to blush as Donghun laughed into your neck, causing a shiver as his lips brushed them. “And you can cut that crap out,” he shot out. “Hyung you can go sit down, take her with you,” he shot out relining his options. “No I want to see you lose close up,” you teased. Seeing the frustration in Byeongkwan’s face was highly amusing. It was then that you felt a bulge against your back, you reached your hand behind to feel his hard on through his jeans, the touch of it had him clamp his mouth into your neck to stop the moans escaping. Your hands pressed against him more harder as you closed your eyes in to his almost panting. “What the hell,” Byeongkwan spluttered out. “You know we can see you both right,” he scoffed between smirking at seeing Donghun’s predicament but annoyed at the distraction. “If you want to give us a viewing of your sex life can you wait till after the game,” he said as Donghun threw his head into your neck as you chuckled at his embarrassment. It was then that You had the perfect idea at distracting him. Just as he went to throw the ball he had spent eternity aiming. “Oh my, Byeongkwan have you got a hard on,” you teased. He dropped the ball as his eyes shot down to his pants, which caused both you and Donghun to laugh hard that tears was escaping down your face. Especially when he blushed so red at being caught checking himself out. “How could you not know if you had a hard on or not,” Donghun said through crys of laughter. Byeongkwan was scowling now through his red cheeks that looked almost on fire. He hadn’t even noticed that he had got a strike, nor had you till his red headed girlfriend suddenly appeared swinging her arms in to him, “Haha that was brilliant,” she giggled. He noticed the X on the screen and continued with his evil laugh, “ha, your attempt at distraction sucks,” he said as you pulled Donghun’s arms tighter into you. “Right now where’s thats sex display of yours gone?” he laughed swatting Donghun’s ass.

“Dang I embarrass myself for nothing,” Donghun whispered into your neck taking the time to kiss it gently. “Hey it wasn’t for nothing I enjoyed it,” you said leaning so far into him that you felt his hard on press into you. It was then that Chan chided over asking him for advice when you noticed Byeongkwan at the bar with his girlfriend. Five shots was placed out, you knew Chan had been enrolled at distracting Donghun while Lei literally had her tongue down Sehyoon’s throat, equally distracting him. You made your way to Byeongkwan, ready to face the consequences of losing your bet.

“Come on before he notices,” Byeongkwan said as he tapped his fingers against the bar. You instantly took the first shot down spluttering at him as he smirked at you. “What the hell is this?” you asked through the burning sensation that the liquor made against your throat. “Everclear it’s strong stuff,” Byeongkwan’s girlfriend giggled. “Oh my, god it burns,” you shot out as Byeongkwan laughed while tapping the bar again. “Come on unless you want to be caught,” he teased. You took a breath and sunk the second shot coughing and spluttering, this stuff was evil. You felt yourself already tipsy, how the hell was you going to manage three more without Donghun being aware. As you took the third shot glancing at the remaining two as if you hoped it would disappear, some hands removed one of the shots. Your eyes followed it to your boyfriend who took the shot down, not showing any sign of the burning sensation against his throat. He looked so hot that a slight moan left your lips, his eyes took you in as he took your fourth shot and slung it to the back of his throat, not showing a slight reaction nor taking his eyes off you. The final shot was so erotic you had to hold on to the bar stool in front.

Before you could speak he grabbed your hands and dragged you to the bathroom. His lips instantly attacking yours as he lifted you onto the sink basin. You could taste a slight blend of pepper which your own tastebuds told you was the strange liquor you had just tried. “Your so naughty you got Chan to distract me while you got drunk,” he scolded unzipping his jeans. “I’m going to punish you so bad,” he said as he pulled his cock free. He pulled your pants aside that was soaking wet and ploughed his cock straight into you. The feeling of him taking you unexpectedly caused you to tense around him, wincing from the pain that soon followed by pleasure as he took you so fast, hungrily and selfishly. You went to kiss him and he pulled his lips back refusing your lips. Digging your nails into his back causing him to arch, he groaned thrilling you even more. He threw his head into your chest as he chased his high. Your walls tightening around him as you attempted to chase yours. He became aware that you was close at your own high that he released his body from you. Wrapping his hands round his cock as he fucked himself he looked at the mess he had made you, panting through your frustration. “Take my load in your mouth,” he ordered, you did as he said and slid your mouth down his shaft. Your hands massaged his balls as he placed his hands on the side of your head. Directing his fast forceful slams, his cock hit the back of your throat causing you to gag. He then grunted heavily as he sunk his load into your mouth, Strands falling out as his cock emerged from you. He collapsed panting into you as you sat on the floor in a silent overstimulated frustrated mess. “Everytime you disobey me and drink dangerously I’m going to be selfish and take you for my own satisfaction,” he whispered in your ear causing you to shiver.

The rest of the evening was almost unbearable, You Couldn’t keep still, the friction of your thighs even making you a mess. Even sitting down was making your needs even worse. Donghun took great pleasure at seeing you struggle and took every opportunity to make the most erotic poses. You was so turned on you was even imagining taking him right there and letting Byeongkwan get his public sex show. “Your going to bite your lip away,” Donghun whispered at you as you began to leave the bowling alley. Taking a quick last moment to lace his fingers through yours. He raised your hand to his mouth and slowly kissed it. Your body began to tingle making you moan so erotically causing him to smirk. Byeongkwan shot you a look, “Christ woman will you stop that,” he shot out pretending to look disturbed.

As soon as he walked through your apartment an hour later, after you had been dropped off to your own homes, your lips attacked his. You was so desperate for him to let you have your release. He tried pushing you away but your hands gripped him tight, you wasn’t going to allow him to avoid your needs. He chuckled into your mouth as he fought for air. “Please I’m so very sorry please relieve me,” you pleaded with tears now pricking your eyes. With that he pushed you against the door freeing his cock once again. Moving your pants aside he slammed his cock into you as you pulled your face into his neck. You let his thrusts this time more intense and lovingly take over you. It wasn’t that long before you screamed his name through your orgasm as your body thrashed against his grip on your waist. Causing him to release himself into you as you both crashed to the floor in a heaped mess. “You do know I love you right,” Donghun panted into the tangled mess you both had become. Your heart stopped, you never heard him tell you he loved you. You threaded your hands through his hair as you looked at him lovingly. Cupping his face you whispered, “I love you too Lee Donghun, more then you will ever know.”

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hello ! i really love that au 'off with the head!' and i would like to request for part 2,, no rush, im willing to wait !! thank you <3

Duke of Spades! Kang Taehyun x Alice gn!reader, King of Hearts! Choi Yeonjun x Alice gn!reader

Other characters: White Rabbit! Soobin, Ace of Clovers! Choi Beomgyu, Knight of Spades! Huening Kai

After the court case, The King of Hearts has decided for you to be the Alice of Hearts, not the Alice of Spades. Therefore, he will fight for you.

Tw: guns, shooting, swords, minor death, inspired by Alice in the Country of Hearts

Part 2 of 'Off With The Head' *requested*

I'm sorry if this took too long!

Yeonjun stood in front of the Castle of Spades. Soobin, his loyal White Rabbit stood beside him. He was ready to get you away from the duke.

Soon, he enters the castle and was greeted by the guards of spades. He walked past them- he did not care. He came here for you and to bring you to his castle as the Alice of Hearts.

"Oh my, oh my! What is the King of Hearts and his White Rabbit doing here?" Yeonjun heaved a sigh while he halted his steps. He looked in front to see Choi Beomgyu, the Ace of Clovers.

"That's my question, Ace of Clovers; what are you doing in the Kingdom of Spades?" Yeonjun glared at him, Beomgyu pulled out his sword, and pointed it at Yeonjun.

Immediately, Soobin stood in front of him. A gun in his hand, directly pointed at Beomgyu who was smirking. "The Duke told me to guard the place. After all, people might take y/n away from him!"

Yeonjun felt angry, "they are mine, Choi Beomgyu! If you can't understand that then go to hell." He nodded at Soobin who pulled the trigger on Beomgyu.

Fortunately for the Ace, his sword shielded him from the bullet. However, it shot a servant. Both continued to do that until Yeonjun passed them.

"Uh-oh, not so fast, your majesty!" Beomgyu tumbled back to reach Yeonjun. He stopped in front of him and the blade of his sword was pointed at Yeonjun's neck.

"Yeonjun-," Soobin wailed.

"Not so fast, bunny boy. Your king's in a tight spot." Oh, how much Yeonjun wanted to wipe the smirk out of Beomgyu's face.

Suddenly, they heard steps coming closer to them, "thanks for helping out, Beomgyu." There goes Yeonjun's annoyance, the duke of Spades, Kang Taehyun.

He had his Knight, Huening Kai beside him. Beside Huening Kai was you; you were surprised to see Yeonjun, especially after court the day before.

"You're here for y/n, aren't you?" Taehyun asked to which Yeonjun stepped forward.

"y/n, you don't belong here! You belong in the Kingdom of Hearts! You belong with me!" Yeonjun protested, however, the look of hesitation lingered on your face.

"After you tried to execute them yesterday? You think they would go with you?" Taehyun snarled when suddenly, Yeonjun pulled out a gun.

He pointed it at Taehyun with an angry expression. Yeonjun's eyes were fuming, and the room got hotter. The King was angry, anyone could tell. Taehyun though was unfazed.

"Y-Yeonjun, stop! I know that it's normal for people to pull out guns here but not at him!" You stood in front of Taehyun.

"What does he have that I don't?" Yeonjun pouted which made Taehyun laugh.

"Simple! You and your people don't have mercy and honesty. Your people are always lying because they think they are superior! Tell me this, Yeonjun- your kingdom is on top because it was the first country here!" Taehyun pulls out a gun as well, points it at Yeonjun.

"Your people is what got y/n almost executed! You didn't even look throughly for any evidence against them! And you think they want to stay in the Kingdom of Hearts!?" Taehyun was starting to get angry as well.

"Shut up, Kang Taehyun! I'm asking y/n, not you!" Yeonjun was on the brink of shooting the trigger. Anger countied to fume after taking a glance of your worried expression at Taehyun.

And suddenly... He presses the trigger. It did miss Taehyun by an inch. "Yeonjun!" You angrily stared at the king.

He looks down, "y/n, please... Come back to kingdom of hearts with me."

Taehyun held your arm tightly. He looked hesitant, however, that disappeared after a minute.

"Fine," Taehyun lets you go- he pushed you forward, towards Yeonjun.

"y/n, go to him." He smiles to which you did. Although, the white rabbit, Soobin who stood behind Yeonjun found it suspicious.

Taehyun's giving in? That easily?

When you stepped in front of Yeonjun, he hugs you immediately. "Yeon-,"

"I'm now declaring war against the Kingdom of Hearts!" Taehyun aims his gun to the ceiling. You flinched and Soobin stood in front of you and Yeonjun.

You faced Taehyun who had a smirk on his face. Huening Kai and Beomgyu stood beside him.

"I'll make sure your kingdom falls down the deck and I'll make sure to get y/n away from you. As the Duke of Spades, I'll make your blood drip down my deck of cards." Taehyun declares.

"The war-," he points his gun at Soobin.

"Starts now!"

I'm so sorry this took so long :((

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classes have ended for the day, and minhee made his way straight to the school library to work on a paper that is due in a few days. he took his regular spot at the back part of the library (that no one knows of, perfect for distraction-free work) and settles his bag and things on the table.

he turned around, leaving the table, and headed over to a nearby section of the library where the book he needed was. scanning the books on the shelves, minhee took his time looking for that certain psychology book he needed for the paper.

his eyes then fell on the spine of the book he was looking for. “there you are.” he mumbled as he took the book and slid it away from the shelf.

“boo!” just as the book was out of the shelf, you appeared behind it and gave minhee a scare. “surprise!”

minhee’s expression remained flat and undisturbed. “nice try, y/n. but nope,” minhee shook his head and shrugged. “not enough shock factor.”

a pout appeared on your face as you sulkily retreated and made your way around the shelf, meeting up with minhee. “i thought i almost had you.”

“try better next time. you can do it!” minhee cheered and ruffled your hair, obviously being sarcastic.

“you should say that to yourself, you haven’t been successful with your attempts too, you know!” you whined as you tagged along with minhee back to his table.

“at least mine made you flinch a little.” stopping to turn around, minhee pointed his book towards you as he raised a brow. “am i right, or am i right?”

“hmph, but that still doesn’t mean you’ve won our challenge.” you stuck out your tongue and walked past him.

just a few days ago, you and minhee agreed on a little game between the two of you— the first one to surprise the other and make them react wins! the only rule is that you must have to make the other person surprised enough that they would react largely, like screaming or jumping or making them scared speechless. flinching was okay though, the two of you agreed on that.

the winning prize is what drives both of you. winning the challenge meant that the other person will treat the winner to whatever food they wanted.

your feet shuffled over to the table you and minhee would always occupy, with minhee following right behind you. “so, what brings you here other than attempting to scare my soul out?” minhee casually asked as he took his seat.

you took the seat right across him, and laid your head on the wooden table. “nothing else other than that….i just knew you were coming here,” you looked up to face him. “and i miss you.”

minhee’s eyes focused on yours, and he stopped what he was doing to mirror your position on the table. “is my dear y/n being clingy to me right now?”

“and what if i am?”

minhee giggled, showing his dorky smile you love so much. “it makes you look cute. i like it.”

after hearing those words, you couldn’t control the smile gracing your lips. you like it when minhee’s like this, being so open with his thoughts and what he likes about you. it makes your heart melt in a soft and mushy way.

“alright,” minhee rose from the desk and went back to the book he was skimming. “if you’ll excuse me, i have a paper to do.”

“can i stay here? i promise i won’t bother you.” you put your hands together as a silent way of saying ‘please’.

“hm….and what if i said no?”

the bright expression you had dropped, your hands falling and you started pouting again. “i can’t believe you.” you said.

opposite your expression, minhee softly laughed at your sudden change in mood. “i’m kidding, of course you can stay.” he pinched your cheek as he replied.

slowly you started to smile again, gaining energy after minhee approved of you staying with him as he worked on his paper. meeting up with him for the first time today, you missed him a little more than usual.

“hey minhee, do you know that—“

“—you love me so much that your heart might burst out of your chest? yes, yes i do.”

it made you giggle at how he instantly knew what you were going to say. “aww, are we finishing each other’s sentences now?”

“you say this almost everyday, for multiple times too. of course i would have it memorized by now.” minhee gave your hair a ruffle as he replied, while you swung your legs under the desk with a sheepish smile.

in this secluded section of the library, no one else was staying here. and nobody plans on settling here anytime soon. minhee loved working alone, without anyone there to bother and distract him.

but you were an obvious exception.

as you continued to watch minhee read the book, you slowly started to feel your heart flutter. or is it melting? or both? you didn’t know, but what you did know is that you truly felt happy at that moment now that you’re in a relationship with the man in front of you.

yes, you’re whipped for kang minhee.

a big yawn escaped your lips as you lazily dragged your feet along the sidewalk. you spent all night trying to study for an exam you had today, with the help of minhee’s reviewer that he gave to you the day before. honestly, he’s a gift sent from the gods. without that reviewer? there’s a high chance you’ll just be staring at the exam paper later, and that your score will come crashing to the ground.

just a few steps away, you were nearing the school gate. it was still quite early, two or three students were on their way as well walking to the school. you weren’t always this early, but you thought that you needed some extra time to study before the exam just to make sure.

you were about to go through the gate, enter the school premises, but someone jumped from the side to give you a surprise. “y/n!!” you halted in place. “surprise!”

minhee appeared in front of you, giving you a wide smile and his hands in the air. meanwhile, you burst out laughing. “you think i would get surprised from that?”

a frown replaced minhee’s grin. “well, it’s worth a shot. you were sleepy so i thought i should take advantage of that,” minhee went to your side. “you know, much easier to scare.”

“oh i’m not that easy to surprise, minhee. try again next time!” you patted his back, trying to sound sarcastic. minhee rolled his eyes at you in response.

the two of you headed inside the school building, and minhee dropped you off first at your classroom. “you can return the reviewer later after classes. good luck, y/n.” minhee gave a few pats to your head, the act making you soft.

“thanks, minhee. you’re honestly a lifesaver.” you replied.

“well, what would you do without me?” he pinched both of your cheeks playfully. a soft laugh escaped your lips, grabbing his hands and putting them down from your face.

“okay, i better get studying now.” you swung his arms around. “i’ll see you later!”

“alright,” minhee then gave a small peck to your forehead. “you better ace that test, i worked hard on that reviewer you know.”

a blush grew on your face as you put your hand on where minhee kissed you. “yeah….i-i’ll do my best.”

minhee let out a laugh at how flustered you became, and you hit his arm in return. being all clingy was one thing, but the little forehead kisses were something you were still not used to getting from him.

and with that, minhee gave you one last pat on the head and left.

on the way to his classroom just down the hall, an idea popped into minhee’s head.

‘ah, that’d be a good idea. i’ll definitely win with this.’

classes just ended, and you quickly put your things in your bag to run over to minhee’s classroom. thankfully most of the students were heading out, so you were able to camouflage with the swarm of people in the hallway.

you were about to do another attempt by surprising minhee just as he’s about to leave the room. you needed to pass by his classroom’s window though, so you tried your best to blend in with the other students walking.

minhee, on the other hand, just finished writing down his lecture notes to study later. he closed his notebook and started putting his stuff into his bag.

he turned to the window to see the numerous students walking down the hall to go home, but his sharp eyes caught the sight of you. a grin formed on his lips, zipping his bag closed and standing up from his seat.

as you hid behind the corner by the entrance to the room, you planned out how you were going to surprise him. you started chuckling at the ideas popping into your mind, hoping that this time you’ll finally be able to win.

minutes pass and minhee hasn’t left the room. the volume of students in the hall started to lessen, and you were growing a little impatient.

‘where is he?’, you thought. you slowly started to relax as you waited for minhee to get out of the room. ‘he sure is taking his time there.’

“alright, see you tomorrow!” you heard minhee’s voice ring from the room. your relaxed demeanor quickly vanished as you got yourself ready to give minhee a big scare.

“finally,” you mumbled. “i’m getting you this time.”

you waited as the anticipation started to grow inside you. footsteps were heard and you assumed it to be minhee’s. you stayed as quiet as you possibly could to not let him notice that someone’s just outside the room, ready to scare him.

the shuffling was getting closer, and as it did the more your heart started to beat out of excitement. ‘come on,’ you pleaded. ‘hurry up, minhee.’

but it suddenly stopped. you couldn’t hear anything, it’s like the footsteps just vanished.

“huh?” you grew puzzled, so you decided to peek through the corner—

“hey, y/n!” minhee suddenly appeared in front of you, and leaned forward,

to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

your eyes grew as wide as they could, the amount of shock was evident in them. as if it was magic, the kiss gave you a freezing spell. you were so frozen, even when minhee pulled away you were still in the same position when he gave you the kiss.

minhee raised an eyebrow and waved his hand in front of your face. “uh, y/n, you there? you still good?”

you were still clearly in shock, and you raised your hand to touch your lips. “you….kissed me.” you said softly, still as frozen as you were.

minhee started to grin, thinking this is entertaining for him. “yeah, i did. did you like it?”

after realizing what happened, your face started to heat up into a bright red. snapping out of your daze, you looked at minhee straight in the eyes. “y-you kissed me!” you repeated your words, still in disbelief. “that was the first time you ever kissed me….my f-first kiss!” you continued to be a blushing mess, and minhee burst into a laugh at how flustered you are.

“what? am i not allowed to give you a kiss on the lips?”

“no! yes! i mean...” you stumbled on your words, your head still dizzy from what happened.

minhee was clearly enjoying this, enjoying how much of a mess you’re becoming in front of him. “come on, you’re treating me today.” he said as he took the backpack you were wearing and slung it along with his bag.

“huh? what for?”

“well, clearly i won the challenge right?”

“challenge?”

“yeah. you know, the surprise challenge we both set?” minhee raised his eyebrows at you. “don’t back out on me now, y/n.”

your head was still fuzzy from what happened, taking the time to fully comprehend that you actually lost the challenge you were so set on winning. “so that was your plan all along…” the string of words left your mouth instead of staying in your head like it was supposed to.

with minhee hearing those words he nodded and gave a pat to your head. he proceeded to walk to the stairs at the end of the hall.

“kang minhee!” you exclaimed after a few seconds, minhee being steps away from you already. your voice was laced with frustration and a bit of whining. “i hate you!”

a wholehearted laugh escaped minhee’s lips, clearly not getting the words that slipped out of your mouth. “i love you too, y/n! now come on, i’m hungry.” he gestured for you to come to his side, opening his arms as an invite for a hug.

despite your boiling anger towards minhee and how he won the challenge through a surprise kiss, you still couldn’t resist running over to his side and embracing him like you didn’t just wanted to punch him straight in the gut.

well, after all,

you’re whipped for kang minhee.