#sun god hyungwon

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From Dusk Until Dawn

Monsta X

Hyungwon/Reader [F]

Genre: God/Goddess AU, Drabble-ish, Romance

Words: 2.2k

a/n: Holy hell it’s been FOREVER since I wrote anything not BTS related LOL.  Honestly, this is entirely Hyungwon's face’s fault that made this fic happen, so blame him.  How dare he be attractive with a backlight in the Follow MV.  The. Nerve. Anyways! Please enjoy my once in a blue moon Monsta X fic and lemme know what you thought of it!!! 

“Under no circumstances should the sun meet the moon. They are too different.” 

That’s what Hyungwon- the current Sun God- had been told his entire life.  It was a long-standing rule that was drilled into his head since youth.  However, if there is one thing Hyungwon did well, it’s not doing as he’s told. 

Gods and Goddesses of all gather once a year to pay new respect to one another under one roof.  Good relations with each other were exceedingly important- the wrong dispute could be disastrous to the mundane world the divine watched over. 

Every year the Moon and Sun never met- as per the law.  However, a new Goddess had been appointed within the last year when the former God became stardust.  Hyungwon dressed in his soft, golden best with determination stronger than gravity. He’d be the first Sun God to disobey the ancient laws. The change was always inevitable, it just took the right God to push it into being.  He didn’t understand why he couldn’t meet her- the new Goddess- anyways.  It is not like the Earth would stop rotating or the cosmos would tear open.  Surely nothing devastating would occur.  

Far back, even before the ancient’s rules, he had read in exceedingly old archived diaries that the Sun and Moon once ruled in unison before.  Standing at each other’s back.  Nothing ever told when or why the ancients separated the two, but Hyungwon didn’t particularly care.  He’d break the rules and that would be it. 

The worst that could possibly happen is he would be turned into a sunbeam, marking the end of another God of the Sun. Each God or Goddess before him who had died had also become a sunbeam, their spirit devoted to the very sun they rose and lowered day by day.  Just like how the Moon will always become stardust, scattered into the galaxy. 

The gathering of Gods was going to be held at the new cathedral of the God of Mischief and Pride.  An arrogant, snooty God of relatively new origin that Hyungwon tolerated at best.  He even went so far as to rename himself. Apparently the God of Mischief and Pride, Hollus just wasn’t as cool as the God named Changkyun. He was an interesting God- for lack of better terms. 

The older Gods trusted he would mature with time, but Hyungwon seriously doubted it.  The only mature thing about him was his voice. 

“Hyungwon,” called a fellow god behind him.  He could see their reflection in the mirror Hyungwon fixed his hair in, flicking at his bangs as they hung in dark tresses over his brow.  A Cloud God who worked closely beside Hyungwon. Constantly surrounded by a fog-like haze at his legs.  His real name wasn’t known, or rather, none knew of his true Godly name.  He hid it behind his too-innocent smile.  Minhyuk is what the preferred to be called.  “If we don’t leave now, we won’t make it in time for formal greetings.” 

Minhyuk was a God of calm nature, but playful and powerful when angry.  Pure silver hair that had a tendency to tinge gray when his mood dropped and skin far more smooth and fair that seemed possible.  Standing with poise and always decorated in some sort of blue hue.  Currently, he was dressed in a tailcoat of blue as royal as his divine title. Of course, his trait of lacking being he never wore shoes- he found them too stifling. 

“I’m coming.  Do not rush me.” 

“If I don’t, we will be late.” 

“Then go on ahead without me if you’re only going to whine.” 

Minhyuk crossed his arms.  “No. Then you’ll just skip like last year.” 

“I will not,” Hyungwon rolled his eyes.  “I have a reason to go this year, as opposed to last.” 

“Oh? What’s that then?” 

“It doesn’t include you, so stop snooping in my business.” 

Minhyuk gasped in mock offense. Far too use to Hyungwon’s, ironically, cold shoulder.  Hyungwon adjusted and straightened out the shoulders of his white poet’s blouse, fixing the ruffling at his chest before fiddling with his cuffs. He kicked and tapped the toes of his ankle-high gold boots that were tucked into the legs of his black pants. He was antsy as he turned to leave the mirror, the cloud of mist following Minhyuk’s body as he trailed at the Sun’s back. 

“Eugh,” Minhyuk gagged.  “Mischief and Pride sure has some tacky sense of design and style.”  Looking around, the cathedral pillars were looped in snake-like coils.  If pride and mischief had to pick an animal to embody himself it would be a snake, wouldn’t it?

“It matches his personality at least,” Hyungwon remarked with an amused huff.  The two waltzed into the cathedral’s main sanctuary filled with Gods and Goddesses roaming to and fro.  Formal greetings between them all was a pain as the Sun frowned at the future confrontation. MInhyuk saw the distaste on the Sun’s face and smiled- as the Cloud was quite the people person. 

Hyungwon scanned around, not exactly disappointed in not seeing anyone that may resemble the moon.  He’d never seen them before, so why would he now?  Something told him that if he saw the new Goddess, he would know it.  Minhyuk watched his fellow God scan around. 

“What’re you looking for, Gas Ball?” A voice behind the two of them spoke.  Minhyuk let out a small scream as Hyungwon whipped around and held at his chest.  Seeing none other than Pride and Mischief himself. Standing with his ankles crossed in black pants and a tucked-in orange velvet blouse, the golden chain across his neck and teasing his chest with his partially unbuttoned shirt, he bit into an apple. The fang pierced through his earlobe was absolutely due to his theme of reptiles. 

“Who are you calling Gas Ball, you Egg?” 

“Egg? Is that suppose to be an unborn reptile joke because I like snakes? Because if so- it was a weak game.” He spoke with a piece of apple shoved into his cheek and an accusing finger pointed at him with a brow turned in disappointment.  “I expected a bigger talk game from such a large ball of figurative energy. Foggy over here is more of a conversationalist.” 

“Don’t patronize me,” Minhyuk warned with a threat-dripping smile.  One Changkyun spitefully returned.  

“Now, gentleman,” Changkyun soothed as he slung his arms around both God’s shoulders. “Clearly, we’re getting off-topic.  Gas Ball was clearly looking for someone. So let’s go back to that, shall we?” 

“I’m not looking for anyone.  Get off me,” he shrugged the younger God off of him as he started walking off.  Minhyuk being left to entertain the annoyance that is the Snake- his hair already tinted grey in a dipped mood.  

It was hardly anytime at all before Hyungwon was forced into small hello’s and hi’s before he finally perched himself against a wall.  Crossing his arms, he huffed up towards his bangs, flicking them with his breath.  Sighing, he leaned his head back against the wall with a small thud and his eyes shot up towards the cathedral second story. Up there, he saw someone.  

It was hard to see them beyond the light as they stood in the dark, but they seemed to look down on the other’s enjoying their evening.  Leaning over the balcony before someone got their attention.  Hyungwong could tell it was Changkyun who started speaking to the mysterious entity, but it confused him.  It wasn’t just the light and shadow that distorted his eyes, but the air around them seemed hazy in his eyes fro this distance.  Changkyun pointed down towards the first floor before he was soon gone from whatever conversation he was previously having.  

Before he knew it, he was being snuck up on again by the same God he had just seen far off away from him not 5 seconds ago. The snake tapped on his shoulder before he smiled, something Hyugnwon knew was laced in nothing but pure, unadulterated mischief. 

“Say I made you an offer to something like a... social experiment.”

“Why would I ever agree to anything you pitch towards me?” 

“Well, it might involve your impossible counterpart,” he pitched as he looked at his nails unbothered before he smirked up at the Sun.  Hyungwon wasn’t ignorant and he knew what the younger was talking about.  He was talking about the Moon. 

“You know that any meeting between the Sun and Moon is prohibited,” Hyungwon nearly rolled his eyes at himself for spitting out the same law he’s been relentlessly fed for years. 

“So what? I know you were looking for her earlier.” 

“You could tell?” 

“No, I was just seeing if you’d admit it.”  Hyungwon shoved Changkyun off him.  “Listen, the new Goddess hates that she isn’t allowed to meet her Sun.  She’s impulsively curious and if you don’t go to her, she might just come to you.” Hyungwon bit at his thumbnail.  “She’s hanging out on the second floor;  not exactly a conversationalist like your Cloud and me.” He shrugged as Hyungwon- for this one time only- actually took the Snake up on his offer.  “I’ll cover for you, Gas Ball!” 

Weaving his way skillfully up towards the second story stairwell, he was soon skipping steps in two as the stairs spiraled upwards. The second floor was far darker and far calmer than the main sanctuary that buzzed with constant chatter and mingling. 

The moonbeams that lit up the dark second halls Hyugnwon strolled down calmed him.  It wasn’t dark because of the moon that lit the path forward beneath his feet.  He sucked in a breath as he stumbled back out of the window of light and pressed himself against the corner he was originally about to round.  Sat in a stained glass window ledge that was large enough for two people to sit on, was a divine being Hyungwon hadn’t seen before.  

A gown of white and pastel blue fell in small wisps of sheer fabric at the Goddess’s legs. A halter top that was supported by their breast and a necklace of a silver spiral around her neck.  They sat barefoot, their silver heels off and on the floor- feet free from the painful extra height boosters. Her hair was pinned up with a silver hair stick, a crescent moon decorated the top of it, peering above her head like a small crown. 

Hyungwon stared awestruck as he absolutely knew that was the Moon. 

His feet acted before his brain and before he knew it, he was standing in full view with the moonlight igniting his figure.  Far too late to flee, you saw him.  You sucked in a breath, much like he had, as you slid off the bay window ledge and your bare feet echoed onto tiled floors. 

“You’re the Sun,” you whispered, but you were heard loud and clear in the silent halls with only Hyungwon with you. 

“Yeah,” he informally replied before he cleared his throat.  “I mean, yes. I am.  And you’re the Moon.” 

“Yeah,” you mimicked.  “I’m the new Moon Goddess, appointed this year.” 

“I know,” he chuckled.  

“Did- did Changkyun send you up here? As far as I knew, he was the only one who knew I was in attendance tonight?” 

“He did,” Hyungwon nodded. “I’ve been wanting to meet you.” He cleared his throat. “I’m LisYang, the God of the Sun.  That’s my official God name.” 

“I’m Lucia, Goddess of the Moon.” 

Hyungwon walked closer to you, you stepping back just slightly in reflex to the teachings of ‘do not meet the Sun’ you’ve known for so long.  He sat in the bay window of the stained glass before he gestured for you to sit back down with him.  You did so, your toes grazing the tile as you rested on the window ledge.  Hyungwon sat easy, his long legs allowing him to sit with his feet still flatfooted on the tile.  

“Let’s throw out the formalities and speak on a chosen name basis.  I’m Hyungwon.” 

You nodded as you smiled a small bit. “Y/n.” 

Hyugnwon questioned his position as the Sun because what he saw in you was something far brighter than he could hope to be. You both sat in the window, just talking about yourselves for the evening until Changkyun slithered his way down the hall to dismiss the two of your back to your own divine living spaces.  Kicking you cleaning out of his.

You both thought it best to keep your meeting a secret, and you had to bribe Changkyun into secrecy.  You both continued meeting without the knowledge of other Gods or Goddesses for far longer than one could guess.  It went on for years until you both had created a bond that was stronger than the attachments you both had to your own celestial bodies.  

When you both came forward with your relationship as a pair of God and Goddess in Unity, you both bit back laughter at the pure shock of the rest of your divine peers.  You both dreaded the future lectures and demands to separate from each other and follow ancient law, but as Hyungwon held your hand in his own he knew you’d both be fine. You would both make it out of this just as you went into it, in Unity and as One. 

What other entity could possibly hold the Sun in their hands without burning beside the Moon? 

[cosmichoneyedblossoms]

Hyungwon — Apollo

“Perhaps Apollo let him fall, perhaps he kissed Icarus’ wings with sun soaked lips and it burnt him into legend, so that he may hold him forever in a kinder world.” — Anonymous

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Resistance Training

Pairing: Yoo Kihyun x female reader

Genre: fluff / romance

Warnings: light cursing, a ridiculous amount of fluff

Word Count: 2383

“I’m not going to—”

You hated when this happened. When the words that were rapidly firing off your tongue came to a sudden standstill before drying out where they faltered. There was no way they would come back and assist you in finishing your sentence. Not when the rest of your senses were floundering too.

Your eyes had rounded, allowing you to take in the scene before you as if you went from seeing in 240p right up to HD quality. Your nostrils flared a little, not to pick up a scent but to accommodate the inhalation of a deeper breath. Your ears were ringing in alarm, and your fingers curled up on themselves, fighting the urge to lurch out and grab a hold of this moment a little longer.

Your poor heart, now thudding loudly and drowning out the ringing in your ears, wouldn’t cope if you had even one more second of this.

Your brain, which had clocked off for a few minutes, seemed to make a shaky return to reality and started overfiring commands.

Breathe!

Swallow to moisten your mouth!!

Recover with the least amount of embarrassment!!!

If you weren’t so stuck in the hazardous situation of rebooting your system all at once, you’d laugh. There should be absolutely no reason that this physical reaction still happened. It wasn’t as if it were your first time seeing it. No, you had lost count of how much this had happened over the last year.

And yet, here you were, completely falling apart over a damn smile.

His smile.

By the time you were fully functioning again, the room had changed. People were no longer where they had been, and conversations were further along. You were certain you had been facing the door, but somehow, you’d followed him around in the opposite direction, as if you were the earth riding your faithful orbit around the sun.

Because Yoo Kihyun was your sun, especially when he smiled like that.

“Y/N?” A hand gesture caught in your periphery, and you blinked several times before refocusing. “Are you alright?”

“Oh!” you said, flinching in delay to Hyungwon’s question. “Yep. I’m yep.”

“You’re yep?” he questioned with a frown, no doubt wondering for the hundredth time over the level of your sanity.

You could confirm it was slowly dwindling if he asked.

“Are you coming to the meeting, or do you plan on standing here staring at God knows what for another five minutes?” your co-worker asked, though you were too busy noticing the smirk that Kihyun shot down at the cup of iced coffee he had just brewed.

Thankfully, after the marathon effort from the first smile, you were too exhausted to instantly react again. You turned jarringly, and followed Hyungwon out of the staff kitchen.

Not again! you internally screeched as your muscles seized, rooting you in place. All coherency flooded out of you when Kihyun stepped into the elevator the following afternoon, shooting you one of his flawless, eye-crinkling smiles. You gulped hastily and squeaked when your body’s inability to function properly shunted you into the metal bar to the left. Gripping onto the bar for dear life seemed to be the best option right now whilst your brain lagged and failed to load.

“Y/N?” Jooheon, another co-worker, called, sounding concerned. You didn’t have the strength to lift your gaze from your shoes where it had fallen a moment before. “You okay?”

“She’s been like that all week long,” Hyungwon drily answered for you, expelling a long breath. “I don’t know what’s wrong with her.”

“Huh. Well, we need to get off here,” Jooheon said, prying you off the bar and all but carrying you out of the elevator.

You saw it again, just before you got out of the elevator. Kihyun was smiling down at the folders he held.

It took you precisely three minutes to come back to yourself, and the first thing you did was huff indignantly. “He’s doing it on purpose!”

“Doing what?” Jooheon wondered whilst Hyungwon shook his head tiredly.

Not realising you still had the eyes of your friends on you, you cringed and pasted on a too-bright smile. “Nothing! Don’t worry!”

“I think I’m going to worry for a long time, Y/N,” Hyungwon informed you with a heavy seat in his chair. He pulled a long drag of coffee in through the Starbucks cup he held, and you tried to tally up how many cups of caffeine he’d injected himself with today. He surely didn’t look as buzzed as he ought to be.

“You do that,” you told him with a pitying pat on his shoulder, and Hyungwon shot you an incredulous look as you stepped back into your private office space.

After the door clicked shut behind you, you began to pace the length of the small room.

Kihyun had noticed, hadn’t he? After a whole year of being seemingly invisible to the man, he had finally figured out your most embarrassing weakness. Reaching up into your already mussed hair, you grabbed at the roots until you whined in protest.

“Calm down,” you instructed, nodding after the statement as if you were agreeing to it. “It’s not the end of the world.”

Isn’t it? Internally, you weren’t so sure.

“So, Yoo Kihyun has finally noticed you. This is a good thing. Maybe it’ll help you get over this ridiculous crush. If he keeps enforcing his smiles your way, you’ll get used to them.”

A bubble of laughter rose before you could even try to attempt to believe it. Clamping a hand over the hysteria, you chose instead to focus on calming breaths. In and out. You didn’t need to stress out over this. You were a strong, intelligent woman who had worked too hard to get to this point in your life and career to tip off the deep end over a godforsaken smile.

It’s the best smile in the world, your traitorous heart swooned in a thumping medley, and your brain groaned loudly in protest.

You had to face the facts. Even if you could level with the boldest men and women in this industry, one merry smile from Yoo Kihyun had you done for.

Thankfully, you didn’t cross paths with the investment broker for another week. You regained the confidence that was lost spectacularly with your co-workers and secured a new deal for the sales team to work over. You were so busy delegating tomorrow’s tasks through emails after work hours ended that you didn’t even realise someone was in your office until you looked away from your monitor to grab your glass of water.

And promptly dropped it in your lap.

“Shit,” he said, and your brain miraculously echoed the sentiment.

However, it didn’t pick up why Kihyun was rounding your desk after attacking the tissue box on it. “Shit,” he said again, and you smiled a little loosely at the second curse. He glanced at you and shook his head. “Come on, pick up on the fact that your skirt is now soaked.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah. Take the tissues, Y/N.”

Blinking at the sound of your name on his lips, you realised you had, in fact, hit rock bottom in your juvenile crush. Your hands clumsily reached out for the tissues and mopped up the mess you had made.

Kihyun cringed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “This wasn’t how I was planning it to go.”

“The good news is you haven’t smiled yet. That’s the problem.”

The confession momentarily froze you both, your eyes darting away from his before he could gaze too deeply and uncover more of your pesky thoughts. You were internally scolding yourself when Kihyun stepped closer, tilting his head to the side in thought. “It’s working?”

“Working?”

“I have a confession to make,” he announced with a light chuckle. “I’ve been trying to get your attention for the longest time.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded.

“Every time I see you, I want to come and talk to you. I’m normally quite an extroverted guy, so it bothered me why I would get so tongue-twisted in your company. And without realising it, I’d just smile like a fool in front of you and blank out on the opportunity to say anything.”

You remained silent, though you watched Kihyun pick up one of your pens to fidget with. “Recently, I noticed you seemed just as affected as me. Well, I think you are. So, I started smiling before my brain could shut off, and that’s when I noticed you reacted to it. Like really reacted. I’m sorry if I’ve caused you to have a hard time around the office. At the same time, I’m relieved to know my interest in you isn’t so one-sided.”

Kihyun chuckled after a lengthy pause, albeit more anxiously this time. “Say something.”

“You were smiling just for me?”

“Yeah.” He clicked the pen in and out a little excessively before his face lit up bashfully. You jerked up, covering his mouth with your hands. Kihyun’s surprise vibrated against your palm.

“If you smile, my brain is going to shut off, and right now we need to talk about this.”

Kihyun’s eyes crinkled up despite your attempts, and you felt the flutter of a hundred butterflies take flight. It was disorienting, and your cheeks heated up.

“I really like it when you smile. A little too much. For the last year, I’ve struggled whenever you smile my way,” you shyly admitted, and your confidence tried to flare against the nerves. You had steel balls when it came to propositioning big sales deals, but with this one gorgeous man, you were flailing to maintain that reputation.

“You’ve liked me that long?” he mumbled into your hands, and you pulled away as if his lips had zapped your skin. You slumped back into your chair as he frowned.

And then male satisfaction spread his mouth out into the smuggest grin. You clamped your eyes shut before your brain stopped functioning again.

“Kihyun!”

“I like this, Y/N.” He was laughing now, and if the visual of his delight wasn’t bad enough, the sound was more intoxicating. “I like this a lot.”

“We’re hopeless! If you keep smiling at me then I’m not going to get anywhere with you.”

“I don’t know, maybe we could work on you building some resistance,” he teased, and you peeked out of one eye long enough to slap his forearm.

You both stilled at the connection, especially when your hand seemed to curl around it as if it had the right to do so. Kihyun glanced at your hand and then back at your face. “Maybe I need some resistance training too.”

You blinked in confusion at him, watching as he became genuinely flustered. If you weren’t so mesmerised, you’d be thrilled to see the same upheaval you experienced often being displayed on the man. He groaned and ran a hand down his face. “This is the worst torture.”

“I’ll move my hand.”

“I’m still going to want to kiss you even if you stop touching me,” he whined, and you gasped. Kihyun cringed. “Shit. I said that out loud.”

“Yes, you did.”

“At least a smile isn’t as dangerous as your hand is right now.”

“I don’t know. I’d like to think that you’ve caused a lot of damage to my heart rate over the last year,” you murmured, flexing your hand’s grip around his arm. Kihyun gave you a tortured look before placing both his hands on the arms of your office chair and leaning down towards your face.

You blanched. “What are you doing?!”

“Kissing you.”

“But I’m not ready to.” The feeble excuse wasn’t what you really felt. You had been long ready for this to happen.

“A year, Y/N. We’ve both been harbouring ridiculous crushes on the other for a year. Let’s see if it’s been worth it,” he suggested with a pleading tone.

You nodded. “When you put it that—”

He didn’t wait for another second, brushing his lips over yours gently. For as long as you had been captivated by his smiling mouth, you hadn’t once wondered how soft it would feel up against yours.

And unlike all the times when you had struggled to have control over your body in front of this man, now, everything felt too easy. Your hands moved, one to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck and the other to rest over his chest, feeling the way his heart thudded in beat with yours. You opened up so the kiss could deepen, and you felt every press of his lips, the swipe of his tongue and the heat of the kiss with complete clarity.

You had thought that kissing this man would send you over the edge. And whilst it did, with nirvana nearing with every second spent tangling your soul with his, you were suddenly aware of the power you possessed around him. The idea made you giggle into his mouth a little, and you felt his silent questioning before he pulled away to arch an eyebrow.

You shook your head. “I didn’t stop functioning just now with your kiss. I actually feel rather level-headed.”

“Yeah,” Kihyun replied, nodding thoughtfully. “I felt fully in control of myself just now despite losing control when I kissed you.”

“Maybe we just need to keep kissing each other?” you suggested demurely, and Kihyun laughed.

You sighed, feeling swept away by the sound in a dreamy state. Kihyun kissed you again, bringing you back to reality. He nodded as soon as your eyes were focused on his. “I think we definitely need to keep up with this practice.”

“Resistance training, as you said.”

“Every time one of us slips up, we’ll kiss the other to bring them back?” he offered, and you grinned.

“That might become dangerous office gossip if you smile at me in front of others,” you lamented playfully, and Kihyun tugged your chin up, so you were back to staring at him. He smiled and then kissed you before you slipped away with delirium.

“Maybe I’ll save my smiles for when it’s just you and me. I can’t imagine having to wait until we’re off the clock to end up locking lips again.”

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Monsta X Incorrect Quotes

A/N: I was was playing around with an incorrect quote generator so here are some that got created based off of that

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Hyungwon: You'll have a hard time believing this because it totally never happens but I've made a mistake.

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*texting* Changkyun : No thanks. Changkyun : I'm god. Kihyun: You mean good? Changkyun: did I stutter

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Wonho: I mean, sure, I have my bad days, but then I remember what a cute smile I have.

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*out grocery shopping* Jooheon : *takes a free sample twice* Jooheon : Robbery and Fraud. I am a Rebel.

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*at a zoo* Minhyuk : What are they in for? Kihyun : Minhyuk, this isn't prison. Minhyuk: So they can leave? Kihyun: No, but- Minhyuk, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.

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Shownu, opening a Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.

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Wonho: Oh, fiddlesticks this is really ruffling my feathers. Changkyun: Please just say fuck.

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Kihyun: Look guys, I need help. Wonho: Love help? Jooheon: Emotional help? Hyungwon : Financial help? Changkyun: Help moving a body? *Everybody looks at Changkyun* Changkyun: What?

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Changkyun: You're a lying piece of shit! Hyungwon: Oh yeah? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD! Changkyun: I'm leaving and I'm taking Jooheon with me! Kihyun , gathering cards: Aaaaand that's enough Monopoly for today.

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Shownu: Adulting is hard. Shownu: How do I quit? Jooheon: Time travel. Hyungwon: Die.

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Changkyun: I keep a picture of all of us in my wallet. Whenever I face difficulties, I take it out and stare at the picture. MX: Awwww- Changkyun: And I tell myself "If I can deal with these idiots, then I can deal with anything." MX: Oh.

[biffhofosho]

Succumbing to Sybaris | Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Word Count: 12.2k (yeah, you read that right)

A/N: SMUT-A-PA-LOOZA 

I. GOT. CARRIED. AWAY. SO FUCKING CARRIED AWAY OMG. LIKE, HOLY MARY MOTHER OF GOD, THE TAGS JUST TELL YOU HOW BAD I GOT CARRIED AWAY.  

And not to brag, but I know for a fact the muse nailed it on this chapter. Like, sorry not sorry, but I got Wonho 100% right.

Saved under the Trashterlist as “Indulgence” for future go-to reading.

Cvr | Tr | Pr | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | Ep

The sun was far too bright and chipper for the turbulence Amber felt inside as she slapped a folder onto Shownu’s desk. He looked up from his case file only to find his partner’s icy glare. “When were you going to tell me that your lifeguard buddy is another brother to our chief suspect?”

With a pair of befuddled eyebrows, Shownu flipped open the folder to find a background check on Lee Wonho festooned with images of the man mostly naked and gyrating on a stage. His brow only deepened as he reached for his notepad. “I think I would remember the name Wonho from the Chae siblings.”

“It's not on there, but Hoseok is,” Amber retorted. “Last night, I tracked Hoseok’s name back to The Stallion Battalion. It was a short-lived male strip joint in East Portland. Seems he adopted Wonho as his stage name back then and just kept it into his new job at the phone sex hotline and, evidently, your beach. So, you're going to sit there and tell me you had no idea?”

“Honestly, Spiros, we never talked about it. He told me his name was Wonho, and that’s what I called him. Why would I think to doubt it?” Amber snorted in disbelief, but Shownu persisted, his eyes as earnest as ever, “We only work together a couple of times all year, and you know I’m not much of a talker. It never came up.”

Shownu’s answer, as much as his smooth features, placated Amber even if it didn't lessen her anger, but that was more placed on the whole of Hyungwon’s family than anything else. Well, them and herself. She hadn’t been able to shake Wonho from her mind since the moment she’d met him, and that was terrible news when she’d considered what had happened with three—almost four—of his brothers.

“What about when you went to his office? You didn’t recognize each other then?” she demanded.

“He wasn’t there,” Shownu reminded.

“They told you Hoseok wasn’t there? Because he goes by Wonho on their roster, not Hoseok.”

The other detective blinked for a long moment before he said, “Maybe he goes by his real name in the office instead of his stage name or maybe they were trying to keep me away from everyone on their staff. Who knows?”

“Or maybe you’re hiding something from me, Son,” she accused.

As Amber had lain awake on her bed last night, her mind circling a drain from which she could not escape, other ideas had circled alongside her just as inescapable. She leaned toward him, her gaze piercing.

“Why do I feel like every time I get close to a truth, you’re always there, pulling me away from Chae and his brothers? Are you working for them?” Her voice dropped several octaves as she questioned, “Are you one of them?”

Amber reached a tentative hand toward her partner’s cheek when, suddenly, his chair screeched back, drawing a half dozen sets of eyes.

“Spiros!” Shownu hissed. “What are you doing?”

“What— I wasn’t—” She reeled back with red cheeks and tingling fingers. “Forget it! Forget all of it!”

Beside her, her partner closed his eyes as his hands released the arm rests on his chair with fresh little dimples in the aluminum. Once he’d centered himself, Shownu said, “You know I’d never do anything to jeopardize an investigation, right? I want the right person to be punished.”

“And I don’t?” Amber retorted.

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

“No, you’re saying my interest in Chae is some kind of vendetta, that I’ll do anything to pin this on him.”

Shownu swiveled to face her full on, and it was impossible to run from the clear, hard truth in his eyes. “That’s what you’re saying. I think it’s something else.”

“What the hell does that mean?” she demanded.

He sat back in his seat, his arms crossed against his broad chest. “If I think about it, I wonder if you even really believe Chae’s involved?”

“How can you ask me that?”

“We’re always hunting him and his family to the point where we don’t even look at anyone else, but we never get any closer, do we? As hard as you push, it goes nowhere, and I think you know that. You want something from Chae, but I don’t think it’s Daisy you’re after anymore.”

Amber didn’t have an answer, at least, not one she could voice because it wasn’t something she was prepared to hear. She wasn’t even sure what to think. Hyungwon knew what happened to those girls—she knew it—but maybe Shownu was right. If she truly believed his family had killed her coworker or her witness or even Daisy, why did she keep falling into their arms again and again?

But those implications were heavier than Amber could bear, and instead, she focused her mind back on a man miles away with centuries of secrets cloaking him.

“I read the paper, you know,” Shownu continued gently, but it was as effective as an earthquake at jarring her attention. “Is this because of what happened to your sister?”

“I didn’t share that with you, Son. Back off,” she warned, but the man beside her studied her fearlessly.

“I'm sorry for what happened to you and your family. No one deserves that.”

Amber took a long breath and closed her eyes. “Then you can understand why I have to do what I have to do to get justice for them.”

“I do, better than most, which is why you should let me help.”

She looked at the untouchable Boy Scout, with his gentle eyes and soft mouth. Slowly but surely, she’d been letting Shownu in and, once or twice, even had the irrational notion that she could tell him the truth about Hyungwon and his family, but then her eyes dropped to a picture of Wonho’s grin and shirtless body, and Amber understood that that was a pipe dream. She was all alone in this.

“I can’t trust you,” she said.

“I can’t trust you,” Shownu echoed as he offered her Wonho’s file.

A minute of something tender, maybe even wistful, passed between them that only their eyes could convey before his finger grazed hers, and she jerked back, slicing the pad of her thumb on the folder. She hissed and brought it to her lips.

Shownu watched her unblinkingly, and somehow his lips looked fuller and more luscious than Amber had ever noticed. She felt the sudden urge to bruise their perfection. Neither moved except for the cords that flexed in his neck.

At last, she remembered herself and slipped Wonho’s file back into her briefcase.

“Then let’s not pretend to be something we’re not anymore, okay?” she said into the uncomfortable tension between them. “This is no partnership, Detective Son. From now on, you pursue your leads and I’ll pursue mine.”

“That’s not safe.”

Amber rolled her eyes. “I’m not talking about storming castles or raiding warehouses, Son. We’ll meet back here and share whenever we have something worth sharing, okay?”

“If that’s what you want,” Shownu said simply.

His words cut deeper than they should have considering she was the one who had started it. Amber unleashed a juddering breath as she turned away. “What I want is a partner I can trust to always have my back.”

“I’m sorry that you feel you can’t have that.”

“Damn you,” she muttered under her breath as she left the precinct and Shownu back inside.

He didn’t try to follow her out, though she’d looked back. As she pulled out of the lot, he didn’t tell her to buckle her seatbelt, though she heard him in her head. He didn’t hover over her shoulder as she circled Evelyn Hoover’s dump site, though she could smell the cashmere and rose of his cologne even over the coil of decaying plants.

Eric and Ellis had met Amber to walk the crime scene with her, but there was nothing there, save the heavy knowledge that dumping a body in this remote part of the woods would have been easy for a vampire, especially one that lived just on the other side of the park. She wondered how many other bodies might be out here—maybe some of the other missing, maybe Minzy and Bom, maybe the bloodbag from last night… Maybe Daisy and Chloe.

At this point, it was foolish to believe they were all being kept alive somewhere. There were too many women to control, too many chances they could be overheard, and yet hope sputtered stubbornly in Amber’s chest. She knew in the marrow of her bones that a vampire had them all, and now that she’d seen Hyungwon’s glamor at work, she knew how they could keep a victim pliant. If only she could find where they were being held.

The trio of investigators spent the afternoon into the evening searching for more clues—and more victims—throughout the park and into some of the abandoned properties beside it, but there was nothing to be found, the light was growing thin, and another deadline loomed...

Drunk on heartache late last night, Amber had dialed Agent Suh’s number, and despite the blinking three AM on the clock, he’d answered. Their conversation had only been long enough to nail down a time and place to meet and compare notes, but he’d been eager and sweet, and it was just the kind of banal normalcy that she’d needed after a near public fuck in a house of vampires.

Over a mediocre dinner in a generic Italian restaurant, the pair had talked about the Five-O Boys’ case, about the dead-end leads they’d already chased down and the ones they were still pursuing, but Amber knew they were all a waste of time. Still, she had nothing to offer them instead, and she had to let it go. That wasn’t the reason she had called, and Johnny had known it—he’d known it when he’d proposed dinner in the first place.

She had figured a tryst between agencies wasn’t nearly as detrimental to her case as it had been with her suspects, and at least she could get out whatever frustrations she had swimming under her skin before she questioned her next brother. Maybe then she could maintain a hope of professionalism. Maybe then she wouldn’t smell that honey.

In his car afterward, Johnny had kissed her. It was a good kiss, full of need and hunger, but it wasn’t enough, and Amber had put his hand on her breast, begging for more. He’d been only too happy to offer it, but even when his fingers had quested under her bra for her nipple, it hadn’t charged her the way she’d hoped. She’d reached for his hard dick instead and jerked him off as he kissed her neck, but before she’d known it, he’d cum in her hand. He offered to return the favor, a provocative grin on his handsome face that assured her he wouldn’t disappoint, but Amber had said she was tired. He’d offered to let her crash at his place, but with a promise to call him instead, she’d kissed him goodnight.

None of it had done a damn thing to scratch her persistent itch or crowd out the brothers from her mind.

Now draped in forgiving darkness, Amber stood outside the generic concrete cube that housed the discreetly marked Liaison Line, itching from head to toe. She knew what would happen if she went in—she’d given up all illusions of anything else. She thought of Lucas and Shownu—could feel them pulling her back to safety from the corners of her heart.

She went in.

Inside, a handsome, short-haired woman with a round face and a sour glare led Amber past shuttered doors muffling moans without sparing so much as a glance at them. In her checkered sweats and baggy Black Flag tee, she didn’t look like a woman who had just been interrupted filing her nails during a steamy phone sex session in the lobby.

They came to another non-descript door at the end of the hall, where Amber’s escort rapped twice before receiving the okay. Inside was a comfortable room dressed a lot like a guest room, with a futon folded into a couch, an armchair, and a small bookshelf. A calendar with kittens adorned the wall alongside a tiled block of Most Popular Male Performer awards all dedicated to Lee Wonho. A desk sat in the corner with a chunky Compaq humming beside a phone with a comically long cord sagging across the room.

Amber followed the cord to the man draped across the futon. He was dressed in a white sleeveless shirt with gaping holes that gifted a view of his ribs, baggy gray sweats, a backwards ball cap, and bare feet, one of which sported a tattoo of some script she couldn’t read. One jutting ear blazed red from his latest marathon call. The instant he laid eyes on the detective, Wonho grinned and, in a sultry voice, said into the receiver, “Think you can fit my whole cock in your mouth?”

Amber gaped, but it seemed she was the only one shocked. The woman beside her stared disinterestedly at her unfinished nails.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he cooed into the phone while staring directly at the detective’s scalded cheeks, “my wife just came home. No one can know I’ve been fucking your sweet pussy all night long. Can you forgive me?” He waited for the response on the other end and smiled. “Next time, baby, I won’t stop until you beg me to, okay?”

A moment later, he hung up, and the sleepy-eyed receptionist began, “Sorry, Wonho, but you told me to let you know when a detective showed up?”

“It's fine, Dami,” he replied, handing the phone to her to hang up. The woman nodded and rolled her eyes toward Amber, but Wonho offered a soft smile. “I’ll be DND for a while, okay?”

“Sure, boss,” Dami replied as she gave Amber a vicious side-eye and closed the door behind her.

It was quieter than Amber expected. In the room, she could no longer hear any pornographic moans, muffled or otherwise, or even a phone ring.

“So,” the detective began more awkwardly than she had intended, “do you prefer Wonho or Hoseok?”

He shrugged. “Everyone knows me as Wonho here, but you can call me Hoseok or any nickname you like.”

Amber extracted her notepad and squared her stance to his lazy drape across the couch. “You knew who I was at the beach, didn’t you, Mr. Lee?”

“You are impossible to miss,” he admitted.

“I see your brother warned his whole family I'd be dropping by.”

Wonho cocked an eyebrow and dropped his legs from the armrest to the floor as he leaned his elbows on his knees. “He also told me you were on a date tonight.”

“How did he—” she gasped before she caught herself. After the disappearance of Officer Devita and her sketch, Amber had been convinced Hyungwon had some mole in the station—easy enough to do when she’d seen firsthand how he could turn his best friend agains her—and now whoever it was made sure the whole damn family had inside knowledge, too. “Not that that's any of your business, but it wasn’t a date.”

Wonho was unfazed. “I think you're too special to be messing around with mortals.”

“I am a mortal,” she countered.

“Whatever you say,” replied Wonho as he lifted his hat to run a hand through his glossy hair and then stretched from finger to toe. Despite her indignation, it was too easy to get lost in those lengthening muscles, and her temper cooled. “What can I do for you, Detective Spiros? You better offer me something more exciting because I'm losing money every minute I'm not on the phone.”

Her brow furrowed. “I'm sorry, are twelve missing women and one dead not enough excitement for you?”

“Honestly, and I’m not trying to be cavalier here, but compared to my usual workload, probably not.” Unwillingly, Amber’s eyes glided down to the peak of his sweats, but she found no sign of arousal. Wonho didn’t miss a beat. “Lucky for you, you caught me on a rather vanilla evening, so I’m up for just about anything.”

“So, you spend your days ogling women on the beach and then your nights peddling smut?” the detective began before she realized how ridiculous she sounded, like a wounded teenage girlfriend. She glanced back to the trophy wall to hide her pink cheeks.

Wonho was too busy smiling to care. “Wow, that’s a loaded question, but I guess you’re right. I’ve got a pretty sweet life.”

Amber fingered the phone cord as she circled the desk. “Have you been doing this long?”

“In various forms over the years, sure. I’m good at it, and I’ve had centuries to practice.”

“I seriously doubt they had phone sex companies in the 17- and 18-hundreds.”

“You’d be surprised. The one thing that never goes out of style is sex, but you’re not here to talk history. Ask me what you have to before you can finally ask me what you want to.”

Amber asked all her usual questions and received all the usual bullshit answers—he’d never seen Daisy or Officer Devita before, he had no idea what happened to them, and his brother had nothing to do with it. It was as rehearsed as a play, even said with the same cavalier tone as all the other brothers. She also probed about the missing prostitutes, hoping that maybe Bom and Minzy had worked out some kind of side-hustle here to earn some extra cash, but that was grasping at straws to say the least.

“I see you have a computer, Mr. Lee. Ever dabble in chatrooms, maybe looking for cybersex?”

“I tried it once,” the lothario confessed with a laugh. “Wasn’t for me. I’m not very good at typing, for starters, and I couldn’t hear any moans. Plus, I wasn’t getting paid for it. It was a bust all around. I’ll wait until they invent video chats—I look pretty good on camera.”

Amber fought hard against the image of this man fucking on film—it threatened to bring her to her knees. It took her a moment to find her voice before she stuttered, “You think they will?”

Wonho laughed again. “Of course. As I said, sex never goes out of style. It’s only a matter of time before they invent new ways of distributing it to us. I guarantee you it’s someone’s top priority.”

The detective nodded, though her thoughts were far from the philosophical ones Wonho seemed to have. Amber glanced around the room again, trying to find something professional to say, but she was failing miserably. His breathy voice kept looping in her head.

No one can know I’ve been fucking your sweet pussy all night long.

This Wonho was a totally different man from the one she’d walked in on. He was sweet and charming and almost innocent as he spoke candidly about his career. How could he be so many things at once? How could any of them?

“Don’t take offense,” the detective continued, “but the 900 number commercials sort of lead me to believe you all sat around answering calls in lingerie or shirtless.”

“If you’d prefer, I can do that,” Wonho said matter-of-factly as he gripped the hem of his shirt and started to tug upward.

“That’s not necessary!” Amber shouted as she willed her eyes away from the lovingly-maintained muscles along the breadth of his massive chest.

He dropped the hem and shrugged. “As my mistress wishes.”

She really didn’t like that word, especially in his silky baritone accented with a hint of his adorable lisp. Amber cleared her throat. “What kind of people call you?”

Wonho hummed. “The obvious answer is horny people, but it’s mostly people who are lonely, people who are looking to feel special. I’m pretty good at making them feel special, too. After all these years, I consider myself a therapist without all the school debt.”

“I’m sure you do,” Amber replied with a near-audible eye roll. “Do you ever meet any of your ‘patients’ in real life?”

“No need. They can’t offer what I’m looking for anyway.”

“And what’s that?”

“Companionship.”

This man was really something. On the surface, Wonho was all sex and sin, and yet, despite the insane physique, he had a gentleness and a depth to him. He stared up at her with soft eyes and a natural upward curl to his lovely lips as he searched her for something.

“But who can really offer a vampire something like that, huh?”

The detective’s pencil tapped her notepad. “Is that what you were looking for from my friend at the beach?”

“Steffi?”

Why did the nickname bother Amber so much?

“No, we just fucked,” the vampire clarified with a shoulder shrug, “so you have nothing to be jealous about.”

“Please,” the detective balked and scrunched her nose up. Why did they all keep accusing her of that? “I’m concerned. I know with your type, there’s usually… an exchange.”

Wonho laughed and leaned back with his huge arms behind his head. “Sometimes. Sometimes it’s just for something to do when you can’t have what you really want. When you live forever, you’ve got to fill the time somehow.”

Damnit, Amber felt like such an idiot, more so than she already had. How many times did she have to hear the same thing from these men? Every time she made the same stupid mistake of fucking one of them, it meant nothing—just another means to destroy her case against Hyungwon. She allowed herself to be used over and over again as a time filler. This was what she was throwing away her life for, and she just kept doing it. Even now, looking at the handsome and powerful Wonho, she felt like all he had to do was snap his fingers, and she’d be at his feet.

“What's the matter? You look like you regret something,” he said.

“I regret everything since I met your family,” Amber confessed, but Wonho just grinned.

“I'm sure in some way that's true, but that's not what I'm getting off of you right now.” He inhaled deeply as he appraised her. “This is something fresh.”

She jolted back and glared at him. “Have you been the one following me?”

Instantly, the vampire’s mood shifted. His eyes narrowed and his mouth set in a line, and the flirtation in his voice evaporated in favor of something that rang as genuine concern. “Someone's following you?”

So, it wasn’t him…

“I meant, have you been following me?” Amber amended, hoping to deflect his sincerity.

He narrowed his eyes but, after a moment, nodded once. “No, but I know regret when I hear it. I'm a sex worker, and before that a stripper, and before that a spy, and before that—”

“I get it,” she cut him off.

“You can tell me, Detective,” Wonho coaxed. “I don't just talk for a living, I listen, too. I’m a bona fide therapist, remember?”

There was something disturbingly genuine about those lips as he smiled, and if she hadn't been so sure they’d ripped the life out of countless people, she might have been in danger of trusting him.

Amber leaned against his desk and crossed her arms as she said, “I’m fine. It’s fine. It was one dinner. What’s the big deal?”

Wonho raised an eyebrow, which chased away the flutter of distaste that preceded it. “So, it’s about that, huh? If that’s all it was—a dinner—what would you have to regret?”

“Nothing.”

“Exactly.”

“Exactly,” she reinforced, though she wasn’t sure whom she was reassuring. “It didn’t mean anything.”

Wonho smiled again, but this one was knowing, like something she’d  actually expect from a therapist. “That’s what you regret, that it didn’t mean anything. Is that the same way you regret my brothers?”

It wasn’t. Amber regretted what being with them meant for her career and, more importantly, the women she was trying to save, but, God help her, in her heart of hearts, she didn’t regret being with them. Maybe this was what madness felt like—the gradual release of all reason.

“Yes,” she lied.

“Then why do you keep doing it?”

“Aren’t you the therapist?” she volleyed back.

Without another word, Wonho headed over to the stereo in the corner of the office. He rifled through a few CDs before he found one he liked and slipped it into the player. He toggled through a couple tracks, and a moment later, sultry RnB undulated from the speakers, the perfect bump and grind soundtrack for someone selling fantasy.

Despite the swell inside her chest and between her legs, Amber narrowed her eyes. “What are you doing?”

“What?” he said with an impish grin. “I like music when I work.”

“You’re not working right now, Mr. Lee. We’re talking.”

Wonho took a step closer, then another, and finally another until her whole world was filled only by him and his impressive muscles. Amber could feel him without touching him, and even though she knew he would be cold to the touch, waves of heat roiled in the thin river of space between their bodies.

“And we can keep talking,” he replied, “but you asked for my help, and I’m going to give it to you.”

She swallowed hard. “I never asked for your help.”

“Of course you did,” Wonho said, running the back of his hand along her cheek, “with your eyes. Don’t worry, Detective, this isn’t phone sex. This is therapy. This is how I help my patients relax.”

“I really don’t—”

But seconds later, his hips bucked forward with the swell of the beat, and his groin grazed her inner thigh just shy of her eager heat. Another beat, and his hands slid down to massage his neck as his chin jutted. He exercised total control of every muscle, from the twist of his ribs to the flex of his forearms, all while looking so vulnerable, even pained, as though he could never feel good again without her touch to comfort him, and, god, she wanted to soothe away his every ache.

“Trust me,” the dancer said as his hands continued their journey down his body to the hem of his tank. In a flash, he’d ripped it irrevocably open so Amber couldn’t miss the way his hips snaked in flawless circles. The first waves of honey and cherry washed over her, and her mouth watered. Wonho didn’t miss a beat. “I’ve been doing this a long time. There are no rules here, Detective, except the ones you give me.”

Amber’s cheeks flushed, and she looked as far away from his effortless body rolls as she could, but there was no escaping that airy voice of his layered over the suggestive lyrics crooning from the surround sound.

“Relax into it, Detective. Therapy works best when you shed your pretenses. And it’s okay if you watch,” Wonho asserted as he slipped a finger under her chin and guided her face back toward his hypnotic abs. “I want you to.”

His hands settled on the flower of her hip bones, and on the next smooth wave of the melody, his pelvis kissed hers with a sultry drag that showcased his hardening length.

Amber gasped, and her hands shot reflexively to his shoulders. Wonho was all muscle under there, too, strong and perfect and masculine. Her nails dug in, but he didn’t complain; in fact, he smirked.

“That’s good. Let go. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

He thrust up against her again, and Amber unleashed an airy sigh. “Yes.”

“You’re so tense,” he observed as his thumbs worked little circles into the secret flesh beside her mound.

“I know this is wrong,” she whispered as her head fell back.

“Why do you think it’s wrong?”

“Because everything your family touches, it ruins.”

He tried, but Wonho couldn’t hide his sad pout. “You’re afraid we’ll ruin you?”

“You already have,” Amber whined as his hands slipped into the small of her back and tugged the junction of their legs into seamless alignment.

His cock was inescapably firm as it nestled between her sheltered folds, and Wonho dragged her hand to where their lust had magnetized them. She could feel the head of his dick straining against the injustice of his sweatpants, and she let her thumb trace its bloom. He sucked his teeth at the sensation but kept his gaze on her.

“Does this feel wrong to you?” he asked.

“No, but that’s why it is.”

Amber’s heart trembled in her chest at the truth, and Wonho moved his hand there next, listening as though it was a stethoscope and he could hear her perfectly.

“You were the one who called me last night,” he murmured.

“What?” she stammered.

“The one who called here and hung up. That was you, wasn’t it?” She opened her mouth to protest, but Wonho shook his head. “Shh, I know. You already told me the truth.”

His long finger trailed a line from her collar to her heart, and Amber’s eyes fluttered shut.

After she’d called Agent Suh, something had possessed her fingers again, but this time, she’d dialed The Liaison Line. She tried to blame it on the ache in her heart at letting Lucas go only hours before, but when another male voice had answered, she’d hung up and tried again—four times—until she heard Wonho’s charming lisp.

“Hello, sweetheart. I’ve been waiting…”

Of course, Amber had hung up immediately, but it didn’t matter. He’d flourished in her mind, bright skin and glistening muscles and devil-may-care smile, and he’d never left.

“Why didn’t you visit me first?”

Amber’s brow netted together as she tried to process the wound in the stripper’s voice. “What?”

Wonho pulled back, braced into a wide stance, and rolled his hips relentlessly downward as his nose skirted along the fabric of the detective’s blouse. Her breath accelerated the deeper he dropped, but his eyes remained as pouty as his lips.

“I’m so far down the list, and you never came to find me. I thought we had a connection at the beach. I thought you’d be here sooner.”

“You—you went home with my friend.”

Wonho kissed her clothed mound, and Amber’s nails dug into the desk. He shot back up with the rhythm and pivoted from foot to foot, every limb oiled with lust. Where before she had forced her eyes away, now she couldn’t take them off of him. He was so strong and confident as he worked to spirit her away, and he was a natural at it. Amber could barely imagine any other reason she would have come here but to lavish attention on this god in front of her.

“I didn’t want to,” Wonho confessed. “I wanted to go home with you. You wouldn’t let me.”

“I’m sorry.”

Suddenly, his act dropped, and he was just a man standing in front of her with wide eyes and a hopeful mouth. “You’re sorry?”

“Mm-hm.”

His smile faltered, as though he had trouble believing what he’d heard, but then it was back full and even a little smug. He pulled back just enough that Amber could catch her breath but still focus on him. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said he knew what he was doing—the man knew how to capture every angle of soft lighting and twist every muscle to showcase his definition—and when he leaned back, each abdominal lengthened as his hand ran from his throat, down his chest, over his stomach, and even glossed across that tasty beauty mark beside his bellybutton before he grabbed the top of his pants and tugged down just enough to show the smooth hilt of his cock.

Like many of his fellow professionals, he was clean-shaven, and Amber felt weak at the sight. Her hand trembled forward, but Wonho pulled back teasingly as he wagged a finger. “Good. You’re nice and loose now, but this is where I have to tell you never touch the dancers, sweetheart. Sorry, had to remind myself of that, too, before we go further.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“It’s your turn, baby.”

Instantly, panic washed through her. “My—no!”

“We talked about shedding pretenses, Amber,” Wonho reminded, her name scalding on that tongue.

“Not clothes!”

He sniffed a laugh. “One in the same. Plus, it makes it easier to fuck you.”

Her jaw dropped. “I’m not—”

But Wonho was on the other side of the room now, leaning back in the middle of the couch with his arms along the top and his obvious erection waiting eagerly for a show. He swiveled his hat around so the brim shadowed his face and enhanced the dark hunger in his eyes.

“You don’t have to worry about a thing,” he assured. “There’s no way you could let me down, mistress. I’m ready to cum just looking at you fully clothed, but if it makes you feel better, I’ll give you a little guidance, okay?”

“You’ll tell me what you like?” Amber said hopefully.

“Oh, that’s easy. I like you.”

Fuck, he was charming, and with another easy smile from him, she relaxed into the music. The song had shifted into another, no less suggestive or sultry, and she let it control her speed.

Amber ran her hands up the sides of her face and into her hair where she pulled her tight ponytail loose and let her chocolate hair spill around her ears. She feathered her fingers through the tangled locks and then ran both hands down her throat, tipping her head back far enough that the olive swath of skin was on full display for the vampire.

Wonho growled low and deep. “You’re a natural, mistress. I’m already begging for you, you have no idea.”

“Tell me,” said Amber as she fumbled with the first button on her blouse.

“Your smell—baby, it brings me to my knees. You’re delicious. I’ve never been so hard or wanted someone so much.”

Despite her shaky fingers, Amber undid the last button of her blouse and peeled it back from her shoulders, revealing a blood-red bra with scallops of lace festooning the shallow cups. Her breasts spilled over the top, barely contained, and her nipples scraped the rim as they tightened under Wonho’s diligent stare.

Wonho hummed. “Wow, mistress. Exceptional.”

Emboldened by his praise, she hooked her fingers under the waist of her pants and worked them down her hips as seductively as she could, but she had none of the art that he had mastered. Still, as she stepped out of her slacks, she heard him tut.

His voice was an octave deeper and much, much hungrier. “Is that— Turn around.”

Amber spun slowly, waiting for his inevitable reaction, and Wonho didn’t disappoint. She glanced back over her shoulder and caught his fingers gripping the edge of the couch as though he was forcing himself to stay seated. His chest heaved, articulating every gorgeous muscle, and his brow had creased the same as Hyungwon’s had back in the woods when the truth of what they were had been laid bare.

“I didn’t know a thong was standard issue, Detective.”

“It’s not,” Amber admitted.

Wonho’s brow creased sharper. “Was this for your date?”

“No.”

A dark laugh vibrated through the air. “For me then? You were counting on this.”

It wasn’t a question this time because that was a statement of fact. They both knew it.

“That’s a smart girl, coming ready for me. Touch your lips, baby.” Wonho’s gaze glided from the swell of her ass and the little stripe of crimson threaded between it to her mouth where her finger now hooked. He let out a little breath. “How can you look so innocent doing every dirty thing I tell you?”

The only reply she could manage was a bite of her bottom lip.

“But you’re not innocent, are you, mistress?” Amber said nothing and he smirked. “Face me.”

His eyes raked over her scantily-clad body, savoring every inch of tanned skin until he settled at her chest.

“Run your fingers along your bra,” Wonho instructed. “I want just a peek.”

Amber pulled the cup down so a blossom of forbidden rose tantalized, and he inhaled sharply at the sight.

“That’s it, baby,” he purred, “try and keep your secrets from me. It only makes me want you more.”

Unprompted, she tugged the front of her thong up, pressing it obscenely against her dripping sex. Wonho thumped his fist against the armrest, and Amber heard something inside splinter.

“Don’t do that again,” he warned, his fangs suddenly prodding his full bottom lip. “It’s very hard for me not to fuck you through the floor.”

“Why don’t you?” she challenged.

“Because then you’ll leave, and I’m not ready for that.”

There was a strange note under all that heat, something cold and desperate almost, but it didn’t seem possible for a man like him, and so Amber nodded once and returned her hands to her breasts where she waited for more direction.

She knew she should be doing something else with her body—swaying or gyrating or rolling her hips—but it was all so foreign to her. Seduction was their expertise, not hers, and the best she could manage was a slow stroke of her soft globes as she waited for Wonho to regain his composure.

It took him another moment, but eventually, playful firelight returned to his eyes, and he said, “Undo the clasp, but don’t take it off yet.”

The tight binding released to her relieved sigh, but she held the cups to her chest with one hand as the other went to a strap.

“Pull it down,” he said. “Slowly. Slower. Make me hurt for you.”

The tease was as agonizing for Amber as she imagined it was for him, but she couldn’t deny how electric the scrape of the lace was when it was commanded by the god in front of her. With both straps now removed, the only thing holding up the fabric was her hand. With a jut of his chin, he ordered it away, and Amber tossed it to the corner of the room. Her nipples perked instantly in the cool of the concrete room, and Wonho grabbed himself through his pants at the sight.

“Beautiful, baby, just beautiful. You’re so sexy, god, you could strip for a living. Every guy in the room would be cumming in his pants at the sight of you,” the vampire said as he stroked the outline of his cock. “But I’ll never let you. The thought of some desperate fool touching himself as he fantasizes about fucking my mistress… Shit, the thought of someone else fucking you makes me want to break something. It’s unforgivable.”

But then his hand stopped teasing and instead gripped his length hard. Wonho’s voice deepened as he swallowed hard. “Your date—did he fuck you?”

Amber caressed the undersides of her breasts as she watched the man in front of her with more wonder than she wanted to admit. His fangs had lengthened until they could barely fit in his mouth, and they gritted against his other teeth. His jealousy was perilous, and she should have been defensive, not stroking her tits for his amusement, but she couldn’t stop herself.

At last, she answered, “I didn’t let him.”

All at once, Wonho released his death grip on his cock, and he eased back into their moment. “Good. Good. Because he isn’t worthy of you.”

“That’s not why.”

“Of course, it is, goddess, but tell me your reason.”

Amber flashed back to Johnny’s car, to his sweet smile and his eager eyes and his respectable dick ready for her, and she understood with perfect clarity why she had ended up here tonight.

“He wasn’t the one I wanted.”

“You wanted me?” There was a strange note in Wonho’s voice again, this one different, soft even despite all of his hardness.

“From the moment I saw you,” she confessed.

“Even knowing what I am?”

Amber wasn’t sure what he meant—vampire, murderer, whatever else—but she was sure of her answer.

“Yes.”

Abruptly, Wonho stalked over to her, his hands hovering over the shape of her frame as though some invisible barrier was trying to keep them apart, but he powered through it at last and cupped her face to bring her mouth to his. His lips ghosted pendulously across the contours of Amber’s mouth. His nose rubbed along hers, and a low purr traveled through him, tickling her unexpectedly.

“I promise I’ll be worthy of you,” he murmured against the corner of her lips. “You won’t regret anything with me.”

Amber knew she should, but she could tell from his gentle smile that he was right. This was right.

Wonho gathered her easily in his arms to her little yelp. She grasped his shoulders as a blush flourished across her cheeks, and she felt the urge to bury herself in his elegant clavicle. He carried her over to the futon and sat her at the end with a moment spared to trace his thumb over the eyebrow above her kaleidoscope eye. “Sit here, beautiful.”

Amber settled in against the armrest, but she was too stiff, and Wonho noticed immediately. He ran his hands through her hair and over her shoulders until she relaxed, and once she had, he propped her one foot up on the cushion, little kitten heel still on, and eased the other wide on the floor so her clothed cunt was on full display for him.

Once he was satisfied, Wonho moved to the opposite end of the couch in a similar pose. He waggled his eyebrows at her and asked, “Comfy?”

“You’re so far away,” she pouted.

“It’s not forever, mistress, believe me, but let’s have a little fun first, get you to let go some more. Why don’t you put those lovely fingers of yours right over that needy pussy and rub for me?”

Amber blinked at him, but Wonho already had his hand on his dick as he waited for her to catch up. Somehow, masturbating in front of someone else, even someone she could hardly wait to fuck her, felt impossibly intimate. She worried her bottom lip.

As usual, Wonho sported that gentle smile of his that could coax her into just about anything, and with a hesitant tremble, she brought her hand to the swells of her core. Heat rose from beneath the thin fabric though her ample wetness dampened its strength.

One of his fangs curled over the corner of his bottom lip as he lifted his hips and nudged the hem of his sweats down just enough to allow his member to spring out. Without any soft curls to distract from its length, his cock shone glorious in the wan office lighting.

Amber let out a gasp before she regained her sense and moved to follow suit, but her guide shook his head. “Leave them on. I like seeing how wet I make you.”

It wasn’t hard. Her thong was mostly mesh, and her slick had glossed it lewdly. Her fingers were soaked just ghosting over it, and she presented them to him for approval.

“How did I get so lucky to have such a filthy goddess for my mistress?” Wonho murmured as he sniffed the air. “Go on, make yourself feel good, pretty baby.”

“I thought that was your job?” Amber complained.

“I promised I’ll be worthy of you, mistress, and I will, but you know how I got into the phone sex business?”

“Hmm?” she said breathily as she circled her sex harder now.

“I like to talk. And you know what I want to say to you, sweetheart?”

Her head tipped back against the couch as pleasure thrummed between her thighs. “Hmm?”

“I've never seen anyone as sexy as you in my whole life. The moment I saw you, I knew I had to fuck you. I had to know if your little pink pussy tastes as decadent as your name.

“Once won’t be enough, mistress. I need your tight, wet cunt squeezing my cock as you whimper for release. I want to fuck you as deep as I can go until you beg me to fill you with my cum. I want you every way I can have you, over and over and over again. I want those unreal eyes rolled back in your head as you’re delirious with ecstasy. I want you to forget everyone else’s name as I fuck you into this couch. There’s only me and all the pleasure I can give you.

“Tonight, mistress, I’ll let you tell me what you want, and I’ll give it all to you, but don’t you forget.”

Wonho stopped and her eyes shot open to find his. Gone was the sweet, flirtatious boy with the mouth full of sin. Now, a man of immeasurable power and beauty demanded every ounce of her attention. He pitched forward, caging her in his arms. The head of his dick slapped against the back of her sheltering hand as his lips came within an inch of hers.

His mouth parted, and the soft skin there glazed hers as he whispered firmly, “I’m going to take from you, too.”

Amber’s lips flushed with anticipation, begging for Wonho to kiss them and seal their contract, but he loomed over her without fulfillment before returning to the other side of the sofa, his dick back in his hand.

“Do you want that?” he asked.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Do you want me?”

“Oh, god, yes.”

“Good, and I want to give it to you, but first, I need you begging for me.”

“Please, Hoseok, I—”

“No,” he said though his smile returned just briefly at his true name in her mouth, “not just your words. I need your eyes begging. I need your body shaking with want. I want to see your pussy ache with needs only I can satisfy.”

Amber’s panic ramped up with every furious swipe of her fingers over her clit. Wonho was so far away, and now that she’d had another taste of his closeness, she was desperate for him to come back. “How?”

“We’re gonna talk, baby. We’re gonna tell each other every naughty thing we want to do to each other as we touch ourselves, but I’m not going to touch you and you’re not going to touch me. I want you laid bare. I want your every last inhibition. I'll know when you're ready to surrender everything to me. You're not leaving here without my cum inside you.”

Amber whimpered.

“That's a good start,” he praised.

“But your coworkers—”

“Baby, it’s a phone sex line. Everyone in here’s getting off, but if you’re so worried, I’ll take fucking you through the wall off the agenda.”

Her fingers stuttered over her clothed folds as another wave of nerves rippled through her. “I’m not sure what to say.”

“You say whatever you want. I’m already staring at your magnificent cunt right now, there’s no reason to hold back.”

“Um, I want—” She fumbled, trying to put a voice to all the unforgivable things she wanted to do with this gorgeous temptation, but where scandal came naturally for Wonho, Amber wavered on the precipice. All it took to push her over the edge was Wonho fisting his cock as he flexed his massive thighs, and she blurted, “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

Wonho grunted as he pumped his dick harder, and his eyes drifted shut for a moment.

Amber bit her lip. “You like it when I tell you how sexy you are?”

“I do,” he admitted.

“You like knowing that I’ve never seen a body as perfect as yours?”

“Mm,” he purred.

“Tell me how hard you are for me.”

“Ah, I could break diamonds, mistress.”

Amber’s eyes slid closed now as her fingers worked a little faster over her clit. “Hoseok, tell me all the ways you’ve thought about fucking me.”

“Since I first saw you? Oh, gorgeous, that list is going to be too long. We’ll both have already cum before I get to the end.”

“I want to cum to the thought of you fucking me. Tell me.”

“Yes, mistress,” he rumbled. Wonho closed his eyes and let his head fall to the back of his couch though his hand never missed a beat. “First, I would want to worship your perfect tits. The moment I laid eyes on you, all I could think about was getting you out of that swimsuit and into my mouth. All I had to do was lift one strap, and they’d have been mine for the taking. Fuck, I should have just done it. Swam out to you under that bridge and teased those tight nipples of yours. Your hand would be in my hair, pressing my mouth on your tit as I sucked and sucked, and you’d look down at me with those beautiful eyes and moan my name.”

“Hoseok…” she groaned as she pictured those perfect cold lips curled into a smile around her nipple.

“Yeah, just like that. And then I’d slip my fingers along your pussy just to feel how wet I’d gotten you. You’d be soaking for me, right, mistress?”

“So wet.”

“Mm, then I’d slip inside just to feel you, and I’d fuck you on my fingers until you came for me because I know how my baby likes to cum any way she can. I’d rub that luscious hard clit until you were shivering and begging me to stop and keep going all at once. Then I’d slide my big cock into your soaked cunt and let my mistress take control of me. She can have whatever she wants. Ah, I’d let you tease me so slow if you didn’t get to cum enough or I’d let you use my dick however you need to get you off because that’s why I’m here.”

Amber could no longer keep her eyes open despite how much she liked watching Wonho’s hips shiver as he fucked into his hand at just the thought of her. The friction of the fabric over her clit was thrilling, but she needed a smoother rhythm, and her hand dipped under the hem so she could rub herself more furiously. She was getting so close so fast as the weight of his words sunk into her.

“You’re here for me to use?” she realized slowly.

“Any way mistress likes. I’m here to service my goddess. Any place, any time, any position, my cock is yours. Just tell me how, mistress. I was made to please you.”

She puffed out little pants as her body tensed at the prospect. “I want you to fuck me, Hoseok. I need you to fuck me.”

“How, mistress?”

“I want—oh god—I want you to pin me down. I want you to hold me tight. I want to feel all of your muscles controlling me while I control you with my words.”

“Does mistress want it rough?”

Amber gasped as her finger skipped over her slippery clit and ramped her closer and closer to her peak. “I want it hard and firm and deep. Ah, I can feel you inside me, Hoseok, so deep. Fuck, you feel so good.”

And somehow, she could feel him, every vein and ridge thrusting into her with the strength of all that glorious muscle behind it. It was heaven.

Wonho hummed at the thought, too, as he fisted himself tighter. “I’ll push your legs high so I can plow into your tight pussy deeper than you’ve ever felt, mistress. You want all of me?”

“All of you,” Amber echoed as the tension between her hips began to unravel. “God, fuck, don’t hold back!”

Wonho seemed to know the moment she was cumming, and he yanked her thong to the side just in time to watch her pussy shudder with the throes of ecstasy. Amber’s hips canted up as her body seized and her hole squeezed at just the promise of the man in front of her.

Not a second later, Wonho showered her with his cum as he pumped ribbon after ribbon across her throbbing heat.

As her panting subsided and her glassy eyes sharpened, Amber glanced down between her legs and found Wonho with his dick still in his hand and his seed festooning her belly, cunt, and thighs.

“You came?” she marveled as she ran a finger through one milky exclamation point.

“I’m sorry, mistress! Your pussy’s too pretty, and you make me too excited.”

“I didn’t say you could cum,” she scolded.

“I’m sorry,” Wonho persisted, but the twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed him. The beautiful devil knew exactly what he was doing. He swiveled the brim of his hat to the back and licked his lips. “Let me fix it. I’ll make it up to you.”

“You’d better.”

To her delighted squeal, he forced her knees wide, and, with a few broad laps of his tongue, he cleaned up all his mess as well as hers. At the sight of his dark hair tickling between her legs, Amber nearly fainted with lust, but Wonho knew when to move on to his next game, and a moment later, he sat beside her and tugged her onto his lap. He seated each of her legs on either side of his massive thigh, and when the granite muscle met her core, she jolted.

“You fit nice,” she murmured.

“All for you, mistress. Go ahead, take control of me. I’m yours to command.”

Amber fondled the chiseled muscles along Wonho’s sides before she kneaded his biceps and, finally, gripped his shoulders. She squared herself to him and caught his gaze. He watched her so adoringly it was hard to remember that this was just about sex, so she forced her attention back to the mountain of sinew beneath her still clothed core, and she jerked her hips forward to a symphony of friction.

Her breasts bounced with every rut, and his large hands engulfed each globe and kneaded rhythmically. He pinched her nipples until they were high and eager before he tipped forward and nibbled one side and then the other. Above him, Amber keened, her head cast back so every soft cry could bubble out.

“Please look at me, baby,” Wonho asked softly, and Amber found gentle black eyes.

He dragged his lips across hers, not in a kiss but a caress, as his hands wandered up her back and over her shoulders until they found a new favorite spot stroking her neck.

“Your skin is so soft,” he observed dreamily. “I want to touch you everywhere.”

Amber didn’t answer because she couldn’t. Wonho’s voice was as tender as his words, and it didn’t feel safe. Instead, she kept up the pendulous grind of her hips over his thigh while she peeled off his ballcap and raked her fingers back through his silky hair.

“You know just how to touch me, mistress,” he said as he nuzzled his head into her hands. “I—”

Wonho stopped to purr as her nails dug into his scalp and her face fell to his shoulder. She feathered kisses along the muscles there all the way over to his neck, where she sucked deeply. A red brand blossomed, but there was no hickey—maybe vampires couldn’t get them. Amber pouted at the realization that she couldn’t leave her mark on his ethereal skin, but judging by the hunger in Wonho’s eyes, that didn’t matter. She knew, in that moment, he was hers.

“You’ll fill me up so good, won’t you, Hoseok?” she asked as she rocked more determinedly against him.

At her words, there was a ravenous shift in his eyes. His hands had been helping along her hips, but now they stopped her. “Please let me be inside you, mistress.”

“You need me, baby?” Amber said as she cupped his cheek, and Wonho nuzzled into it.

“I’ve never needed anyone so badly.”

“You’re gonna make me feel good then, right?”

“So good you’ll never want to leave me.”

She stared down at the vampire’s face in wonder. His brow was knitted with tension, and his eyes were tight at the corners, but it was his lips that captivated her—determined at first and then softening with some secret vulnerability that made her feel vulnerable, too.

Amber hurried away from the feeling and dumped all of her attention into hastening along her next orgasm. Her thong was so slick with her last release that it was harder to get the friction she needed to cum again. She resumed her grind against his thigh in the hopes that it might catapult her over the edge again before things escalated, but Wonho had other plans.

He had let her dictate their entire evening on her own speed, but when he wanted something, no one could hold him back. He flipped Amber on her back and draped one of her legs over the back of the couch while he shoved the other wide across the floor so he could see her cunt in full bloom.

“Yes,” he whispered, one finger hooking the seat of her thong to the side while the other ghosted over the shivering hood of her clit. “It’s prettier than I could have ever dreamed of.”

“I’m lonely, Hoseok. What are you waiting for?”

But he was lost. His index finger slipped into her hole as he watched, stunned, as it was consumed joint by joint. Once he was buried to the knuckle, he looked up at Amber with a slack-jawed expression she could only think to call astonished. He didn’t move his finger, just kept it pressing into her velvet walls as he leaned forward and kissed her all too briefly.

“My mistress has the most beautiful pussy in the world,” he marveled with a few pumps of his finger inside her. “Ready for me to fill it up, mistress?”

“Fuck, yes, hurry,” she demanded.

Despite her instructions though, Wonho nuzzled the head of his cock just inside her tight hole and pushed in agonizingly slowly. Her core was stretched around his length, her juices glistening in the low light. Amber had never felt so full, and she had only taken his tip.

“Ah,” she whined, “so big, so good. I want more. Give me more.”

Wonho gave her no more than a measured inch this time, and her walls constricted around him. He swallowed hard but held firm, just watching her pussy flutter around him. It would have been erotic if the release she’d once been chasing wasn’t rapidly skittering away.

“I told you to fucking hurry,” Amber said panting with need.

“I will, I will,” he assured, his eyes never leaving their intimate connection. “I only get one first time with you, mistress. Let me make it unforgettable for you.”

“Move, Hoseok. I need you to move.”

“Shh,” he commanded without taking his eyes off her pussy. “I need this.”

Amber squirmed beneath him, but with one enormous hand, he grabbed her breast to still her while his thumb traced his cock where it penetrated her. A moment later it polished her hard clit, and she shook beneath him, her walls gripping him tighter.

“Mm, there it is. That’s what I need,” he murmured.

His thumb disappeared from the aching button only long enough for him to wet it, and it was back to tease her more vigorously.

“Please move,” she whimpered again as her pelvis swirled, but the hand at her breast had now moved to her hip, forcing her flat.

“Soon, mistress, I promise. I’m going to memorize every little thing that makes your body sing so I can always worship you like you deserve. For now, you’re going to cum like this for me so I can feel how good of a job I can do for you.”

“Hoseok, I’m in—” But Amber’s objection died on her lips as his thumb switched to a smoother, faster flick better than she had ever managed for herself. His skill was masterful, and even though she was supposed to be the one leading the evening, she could give her dutiful servant a little reward if it kept his big hands on her and his thick cock inside her.

He moved back to her breast again, pinching and pulling her nipple while he kept up with his perfect rhythm on her clit. “What a beautiful goddess you are. I’m so lucky you chose me to worship you tonight. Your tits were made for my hand, and this pussy? You know how hard it is for me to keep from fucking this perfect pussy so deep this whole place knows about it? Tell me it’s not about me, mistress. Tell me before I lose control.”

Wonho was so beautiful, so lost in her, and she could tell from how hard he was concentrating that he meant every word.

“It’s not about you, Hoseok,” Amber managed, trying to keep her voice strong despite how weak he was making her feel. “It’s about, ah—it’s about me.”

She barely managed to get out the last words before her next climax overtook her with devastating results. She arched up into Wonho’s hands, and he took the opportunity to slip one around her back and press her to his chest as his thumb still coaxed her through the rest of her high. As she slackened in his grip, he bathed her neck in kisses, and once or twice, she felt the skip of a fang against her skin. Above her, Wonho mewled and grunted and hummed, and his grateful vocals chased aftershocks through her limp frame.

“So perfect,” he murmured. “So lucky. Did I make you feel good, mistress?”

“You did such a good job,” Amber assured with a stroke of his cheek. “But you didn’t get to cum inside me?”

“It’s okay. I came earlier. Tonight’s about you. You just told me that.”

“Hoseok,” she said, her voice firm enough to jar his attention from her flushed pussy still engulfing the head of his dick. “You’re a good boy, and I’m not done with you yet.”

Wonho smiled, his wide ears bobbing while his teeth dazzled. “Thank you, mistress.”

“Put it in another inch,” she ordered. Her eyes glided down to the junction of their bodies and watched as he split her wider with his thick shaft. Amber groaned.

“Another.”

This time, her nails scratched the armrest along with his shoulder, and they both hissed.

“Ah, another, good boy.”

“You’re so tight,” he whimpered. “Too fucking hot. Mistress, I’m on fire. I can’t take it.”

Amber soothed Wonho’s hair back from his brow and cooed, “Yes, you can, baby. Put it all the way in, deep as you can go.”

With an emphatic thrust, his hips ground into hers, and they moaned in unison. Her nails dug deeper into his shoulder while his fisted the futon.

“You’re so hard,” she stammered as her walls adjusted to Wonho’s delicious intrusion. “Did I make you this hard, Hoseok?”

In an instant, Wonho’s submissive façade faded, and his grip on the couch loosened. His hands returned to Amber’s body, coasting up and down her skin, feathering over her pebbled nipples, and blotting the sweat that had stippled every inch. He pressed a kiss to her lips and mumbled against them again, “I can’t believe you chose me.”

“I changed my mind,” she said abruptly as she stared into the vampire’s bright eyes. He froze, panic on his soft, beautiful features, until a smile graced her face. “I want you to fuck me through the wall.”

A second later, her back was flat against the cold concrete, her legs cinched around his waist, wrists pinned above her head in one of his hands, his cock still buried deep inside her.

There was no use dragging anything out anymore. With his mistress’s blessing, the beast inside the man was loosed, and Wonho set a punishing pace. He fucked Amber hard and fast, right out of her heels, and if she hadn’t had the wall behind her, her whole body would have been bouncing instead of just her tits. Senseless moans poured out of her mouth, too overcome to make anything other than animalistic grunts and cries. Drool trickled out of the corner of her lips as her eyes rolled back into her head.

She’d never felt friction like this. Wonho was so fast and Amber was so wet, but it felt like he was trying to start a fire from the inside, and she was the one burning up. Her ankles locked above his tight ass as hard as she could while his hips rammed against hers. Between that and her high-pitched moans, there was no way anyone working next door wouldn’t know exactly what was happening in here, but the thrill of being discovered only added to the heat gathering in the pit of her stomach.

“I’m gonna—fuck, yes, there, Hoseok!” she hissed as he plowed deep into her walls. “G-gonna cum.”

“Let me feel it, mistress. Please give it to me.”

And with that, Amber was gone. Her legs constricted around his muscular waist while her cunt gushed around his cock. Her head thunked against the wall as all the tension snapped within her, and a moment later, she was a limp ragdoll in his arms, relying totally on his boundless strength to keep her up.

Wonho slipped out of her and carried her over to the chair where he set her on the armrest. He kissed her again, sweet and soft and the polar opposite of how hard he’d just fucked her.

As her faculties slowly returned, Amber realized how exhausted she was deep in her bones, but somehow, she was still unfulfilled. Looking at his wet, red cock still standing painfully erect, she knew exactly why.

“You still didn’t cum!” she insisted.

“It’s all about you, sweetheart. I promised you that.”

To Wonho’s surprise, Amber furrowed her brow and grabbed the base of his dick, tugging him close. He jolted forward with a bark somewhere between laughter and shock.

“Good boys deserve to feel good, too. Now, I order you to cum inside me.”

The smirk that played at the corner of his lips was downright sinful. “Didn’t expect this.”

“Why not, Dr. Lee? It’s your fault,” Amber volleyed back as she stroked her sticky cum up and down his shaft. “You know exactly what you’re doing with this sexy body and that silver tongue. I can’t think of anything else when I’m around you. Now, I’m going to bend over, and you’re going to put this big dick back in me, got it?”

“Got it, mistress,” he said, that smirk now permanently engraved on his face.

Amber turned around, braced her hands against the armrest, and presented her ass to Wonho. His hands roamed over the skin there, squeezing and stroking for a moment, before she pulled the crotch of her underwear to the side again, and he was back inside her pussy to another round of relieved groans.

She glanced over her shoulder and caught his gaze before she said, “I’m controlling you this time, understand? You can touch me, but don’t fuck me. I’m going to make you cum, okay? Don’t move.”

Wonho nodded and set his hands on the small of her back as he watched Amber piston up and down the length of his cock. He hummed, stroking her spine with his thumb while she set a firm, long rhythm.

“Do you like that?” she asked, hoping her nerves didn’t betray her faux confidence.

“Watching the hottest pussy I’ve ever seen swallow my dick? Fuck, mistress, there’s nothing better.”

“And you’re going to fill it up with cum, right?”

He groaned, his hands tightening along her ribs. “Ah, yes!”

Amber moved faster now, focusing on shorter strokes that kept him deep in her core. She squeezed her walls around him and Wonho hissed, his nails scratching her sides. It was wonderful, feeling him react to her the way she had to him. Her power grew with every stroke, and from the way he was grunting with every roll of her hips, she knew she had him dead to rights.

“Mistress, I’m going to cum.”

“Not yet,” she said as she switched to the fastest bounce she could manage. He was deep and her belly was full and it was too good to end just yet.

Wonho’s hands gripped her waist outright now. “Please, mistress. I have to.”

“Not until I tell you to.”

“Please, I can’t—” His nails had sharpened like his fangs, and she could feel their tremulous bite at her side. “Your pussy’s too good. I love it. I love it, Amber. I have to fill it now. Right fucking now.”

His voice wasn’t his anymore—more dangerous growl than teasing flirt—and she glanced back. Wonho’s fangs were bared and his brow was creased perilously. This time, his nails bit emphatically into her waist as his breaths grew feral. A ribbon of fear flowed through her, and she realized just how risky being with a vampire could be.

“Cum for me,” Amber shouted, and the effect was immediate.

Wonho jerked her hips back to meet his hilt, and cold cum flooded her heat. His pretty whimpers surrounded her, and as the last of his load emptied into her, his nails receded along with his fangs, and gentleness returned to his strong features.

“I’m so sorry,” he said as soon as he was back to himself. He pulled out of her and spun her around so he could check her face before he checked her sides to be sure he hadn’t hurt her. “Baby, I lost control. Are you okay? I’m so sorry, Amber.”

“I’m fine. Seriously.” Why was her heart flip-flopping at her name on his lips?

In a flash, Wonho had flattened the futon into a bed, and just as quickly, he had scooped her up and laid her on it. A moment later, he brought over a blanket and covered her with it. Amber imagined if vampires could blush, his cheeks would be the prettiest shade of pink.

“You sure you’re okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

“Hoseok, forget it. You were wonderful.” Amber glanced between her legs and scowled at the filthy state of her underwear. “Great. These are ruined now.”

Relieved, Wonho sank onto the bed behind her and laughed. “I'll buy you another pair we can ruin later.”

“But I liked these,” she complained.

“Just give them to me, then they won’t go to waste.”

The detective glowered at him. “Seriously? After all that, now you want me to take my underwear off?”

Wonho stroked her hair as he kissed the crown of her head before he pulled her into his arms for a full-body spoon. One hand curled along her stomach while the other idly stroked her breasts. “You're going to be my inspiration for the next few calls, babe, and I need my muse.”

“Kinky fuck,” Amber chided with a smile as she slipped out of her thong and handed it to him.

“That's the biz, beautiful.”

For a moment, it occurred to her how ordinary these trysts had all become. It was practically becoming an expectation, and that was more distressing than anything. First, she was begging for them to cum inside her after she had explicitly ordered them not to, and here she was, fallen so far that she was snuggling—snuggling—with one of the brothers like this was her life now. Any sweetness was instantly dampened by heavy knowledge.

“I hate that I have no self-control with you,” Amber admitted as she burrowed into the blanket.

“You were pretty good at control tonight, mistress.”

“Not what I mean, Lee.”

Wonho brushed the hair back from her neck and kissed her there before he said, “If it makes you feel any better, we feel the same.”

“What?”

She glanced over her shoulder and found him propped on one veiny forearm, staring back at her. “Our family, we’ve all tried to stay away from you. Hyungwon warned us before we’d even met you that it was safer if we didn’t get involved, but it’s impossible. It just feels… wrong.”

Every hair on her body stood rigid now. “Safer? Safer for who?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t care. I just like being near you. You make me feel…”

“Feel what?” she wondered, gazing into those brilliant eyes of his.

“Everything.”

Wonho squeezed her tighter than he ever had, crushing her in his exquisite muscles, and in her encroaching exhaustion, Amber realized, right now, she didn’t care either. 

[imaginethatimaginethis]

The Mall - ✨ Epilogue ✨

HIIIIIIII!!!! well i guess i’m starting the story with this intro.. credits go to the beautiful whale 🐳anon who put this amazing idea in my request box, thank you again so much!!

this is based off of their relationship from Monsta X in Quarantine Chat Messages

sorry for any wrong spellings i didn’t prove read

pairings: Monsta X and Reader

Warnings: none, just some crack and stuff

The sun was shining intensely into your room, straight into your face as you turned to the side to make yourself more comfortable. You already noticed how warm it is in your room, the hairs on your neck already damp and wet making you feel a little uncomfortable. Turning back in your bed you grabbed your phone. 10.24am.

Deciding that the feeling of being so sweaty already in the morning is not great while you tried to ignore it, you stood up from your bed, sliding across your room and leaving to the bathroom.

The smell of coffee entered your nose as you made your way to the bathroom, passing kitchen.

“You look disgusting” Minhyuks voice shrilled into your ears. Oh what a wonderful way to wake up to. He was standing at the corner of the kitchen isle, waiting for his toast while he’s holding his mug of coffee. As if this man came straight out of a boring movie.

“Good morning to you too” walking past him not glancing longer at his face you entered the bathroom and locked the door immediately. You ripped your clothes off and started to take your quick cold shower.

Feeling the cold water run down your body you loved starting your fresh start into the day like this. Taking your time, you rinsed off the conditioner in your hair when a sudden loud knock at the door made you jump, knocking a few bottles to the ground.

“I don’t get why you use this bathroom, when you have one right next to your room” Changkyun said from the other side of the door. Ignoring him completely you continued your washing up and turned the water off.

“DONT IGNORE ME. I NEED TO PEE” you heard him knock on the door again. Getting out of the tub you grabbed a towel and dried yourself.

“GO TO THE OTHER BATHROOM”

“NO” a few knocks again.

“WELL THEN DIE”

“(Y/N)!!!!!” the knocking intensified but you, completely unbothered, took your time while wearing your clothes, putting your hair in the towel to dry and washing your face. After a few longer minutes you opened the door.

“Oh my god I feel so much better” you walked past the rooms towards the open living room which was connected to the kitchen and threw yourself on the couch.

“Changkyun almost peed himself” Shownu was sitting right next to where you sat on the couch, his phone in his hand, one leg over the other, shirtless and totally messy hair probably just waking up.

“We have 3 bathrooms, why does he want to pee especially in this bathroom when i’m showering?” you commented, taking the ends of the towel on your head and drying your forehead from the droplets.

“Probably because that’s my bathroom, it’s right next to my room.” Changkyun entered the room, turning around to grab the mug from the kitchen isle, showing his tattoo on his naked back and coming towards you as he sat right across from you and placing his phone on the table.

“Bitch that’s not”, you put your hands up gesturing the quotes with your fingers, “your bathroom, we all use it. AND i was showering, did you expect me to open the door”

“yes” he grinned at you and winked. Looking at him disgusted, you made an ugly face towards him and leaned back in your seat, placing both of your legs on the side of table.

“Are we going to eat something?” Shownu said, not looking up from his phone.

“I’m making toast for us” Minhyuk grabbed another two toast and put them inside the toaster. Shownu immediately stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

„So I need to go to the mall because i need some stuff, i’ll probably grab something there“ you said stretching yourself.

“We can go all together, i think Jooheon needs things too” Changkyun commented with Minhyuk nodding. “Yes me too”

“Okay then let’s make breakfast here and then we can all go, they are having parking areas there right? ” you nodded towards Shownu.

„I thought were taking the train, it would be mo-„

„Absolutely not, we’re taking the cars. Do you know how full it is in the train? It’s still corona“ Minhyuk interrupting you while gesturing his finger to his head. “Never in my life will i enter the full train”. You laughed as you looked at Changkyun who was grinning too.

“Okay guys I’ll make eggs and stuff” He started rummaging in the cabinets for his things. “Go and wake the others up” he gestured towards you and Changkyun. Getting up without comment you walked towards the other sleeping beauties, your first target being Hyungwon.

Walking past your room, you took off the towel on your head, letting your wet hair fall to your face as you threw the towel on your bed. Walking back out your room you heard Kihyun and Wonho in the kitchen already.

Hyungwons room was right next to yours so when you made your way out of your room you immediately opened his door. The room was dark inside as you walked towards his bed standing right in front of it. You took your hair in your hands. held them on top of his sleeping face and squeezed it so the rest water in your hair dropped on Hyungwons face.

He didn’t notice it at first continuing his beauty sleep, until he scrunched his face as you squeezed more water from your hair. He opened his eyes in shock and immediately sat up on his bed totally startled at the water on his face as he looked at you.

“Good morning, breakfast is ready” you grinned the second he opened his eyes to look at you. Walking away from his bed towards his door you turned the lights on. “Hurry” you grinned as you walked out.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU”

“WHY CANT YOU WAKE PEOPLE UP NORMALLY I DONT GET HER” you heard him yell from his room.

****

[glossyeon]

subway sunday || chw

*All credit goes to the creators of these images*

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Boyfriend!Hyungwon x Reader

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: none

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: less than 300 probably cause this is just a really quick Drabble

𝘼/𝙉: ok I envisioned this while listening to KR&B and WHEW! The amount of single bitch vibes I was getting was painful, like is it so hard to be in a relationship like the ones I make up in my head-😩 I hope you enjoy reading this, and let me know what else you would like to see from the writings about Monsta X, or anything else on my blog!

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: Subway rides with your boyfriend Hyungwon are the reason why this world hasn’t turned to shit yet:)

“I can see you, you know” you giggle, eyes forming into a smile and dimples popping out. You hide in the knitted scarf that Hyungwon made and gifted to you, hiding your face in shyness and put your head on his shoulder. All he does is laugh innocently, looking down.

“I love how you look” he confesses suddenly, gazing into your eyes once more. You laugh out loud at his confession and chime back, “I am your girlfriend, I mean, I would hope you like how I look”. You joke, and he’s quick to explain himself.

“No, but you’re just so pretty, and not like the superficial type of pretty, like really beautiful pretty you know? And the way you always smile and gasp when you see something cute while we’re on our way makes me want to combust and give you all the uwu’s in the world. So yeah, I really like how you look Y/N”

“Chae Hyungwon” you let out warningly.

“mhm?” He replies, looking back to you and fixing your hat and scarf so you stay warm. He stays innocent while he does so.

you glare cutely at him before breaking out into a fit of giggles that can be heard all around the subway. The bystanders and fellow passengers smile at the sound, just like hyungwon who looks at you.

“You’re so romantic oh god” you laugh, pecking him on the cheeks quickly. Hyungwon returns one back and smiles just the same.

“I may be romantic but I don’t want you getting cold” he cares sincerely, handing you another hot pack and giving you his own gloves. the gesture makes you love him even more, and cuddle into his side as the sunday afternoon sun shines inside the moving train.

(Copyright 2020 © Glossyeon // all rights reserved)

[jyunshiim]

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬; 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 *✬★*’☽* ✬ ⤷𝘒𝘪𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘶 | 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 2

Genre → romance | angst | friends to acquaintances | friends to lovers | college!au |

Contains → fluff | angst |

Listen to →  Compass & imagination

Word count → 5198

TW →

Chapters → | Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | 

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟮 →

Eventually, you had to depart from Kihyun which broke your heart since you felt rejoice whenever you hung out with him. It reminded you of summer when you, Kihyun and Changkyun used to spend your warm evenings on rooftops and empty fields near lakes, your head on Kihyun’s lap and Changkyun whining to lay on his lap instead. The playful fights between you and Changkyun when you argued who’d be the first to hug Kihyun after your lively evening together. It was nostalgic to think about whilst you waved Kihyun goodbye, his skin gleaming as the sun inched closer to the horizon. His hand intensely gripped at the handle, his unoccupied hand waving you goodbye as the bus jolted again driving to the next stops. Kihyun sighed and looked out of the window again hoping you’d run after the bus waving at him but something did change and you stopped doing it. There was a shift. He shook his head in disbelief and chose to ignore whatever he heard, he just wanted to go home. The vehicle remained stationary and Kihyun looked at the stop he was at and luckily he arrived to the right one so he released his grip from the handle and gripped his bag strap instead and vacated the bus swiftly and stood under the shelter whilst observing the grey, dismal sky. “you must be joking,” he sighs just as the grey clouds become darker and seem to be saturated by rain. He looks in his bag for anything to shelter himself with although there was nothing so he had no other choice but to run to his home which was an additional 3 minute walk. He bolts down the streets as the rain begins to plummet down to the cool concrete. Kihyun looks around and sees a couple under a jacket running under the shelter on the other of the road. He ignores them, he doesn’t have time to think about that right now. Finally, he arrives at the metal gates guarding his front door which he pushes open and runs towards his front door.

He frantically takes off his shoes, tripping over his family’s footwear, staggering into his living room. “Kihyun, you’re soaking! Come here!” his concerned grabs a clean towel and ruffles Kihyun’s hair dry; “you must be so cold! Luckily I made some soup today.” She pats his back.  Kihyun couldn’t help but smile at his mother being so compassionate. He smiles and thanks her before going into his bedroom, unbuttoning his wet shirt and leaving them on the floor. He stared at his ceiling; he felt so.. empty? Maybe because he was hungry again but regardless, he grabbed his phone and the blue light beamed onto his face. There were a few messages from you and some messages on the group chat between you and Changkyun.

You: hey! Are you home yet? If you are, do you wanna play later? :]

You: Also isn’t it your friend Hyungwon’s birthday soon?

You: Kihyunnn

Kihyun replies to your messages;

Kihyun: yeah I just got home and it was pouring out there and yeah it is very soon how did you even remember that?

Kihyun: Uhh also for being online, [he thinks for a moment] maybe, my mother wants a family dinner.

You: plssss :< I miss playing with you <3

Kihyun sighs as the pair of you exchange some text messages before Kihyun had to go and have dinner with his family. You sit back in your chair a chamomile and ginger candle lit at your desk next to the bunny plushie Kihyun gave you, the flame dancing the music softly playing through the speakers. You had to study since you have been throwing it off for a while, so your pens and highlighters were scattered across your desk. Your puppy sits near your desk; “did you miss me today?” you pet Lucas before going back to your textbook. You realised prom was also a couple months away and you were thinking to ask Changkyun to be your date to prom, maybe you should ask Kihyun what you should do or maybe even Irene. Sudden fluttering intruded your stomach and you looked at yourself in the mirror diagonal to you and catch yourself smiling. You couldn’t help it. You check to see if anyone is online and of course, none other than Changkyun is in the waiting lobby for a game. Impulsively, you grab your headphones and join the game;

“well well well, look who it is again,” Changkyun’s voice sounded cheerful even through a pair of headphones, “Are you stalking me Dumpling.” He laughs since he knew you hated that nickname but he liked to hear your reaction. “Stop calling me that!” you pleaded. “are you pleading? Are you acting like your little puppy now hmm?” he mocks you. “Oh my god Kyun, shut up and start the game.” You sigh; you felt your heart palpitate slightly, the nervous butterflies swarming your stomach. A few minutes pass by, round after round, the pair of you sharing wins. “ where’s Kihyun?” Changkyun asks. “oh, well he said he was having dinner with his family, did not not message back?” You look at your phone the time stamp reading  READ 6:45pm. “He read the message, maybe he’s studying?” Changkyun suggests “maybe I should do that too,” you lean into your chair again, groaning at the workload for school since it was inching closer to your final exams, “maybe we should have a study group!” your exclamation startling Changkyun on the other end. “Hey, we did have one but someone decided they didn’t wanna come,” Changkyun sighs; “yeah that was you, Kyun…” you remind him making him chuckle. “ah yes, of course it was but maybe we should prioritise it now…”

Kihyun was sat with his mother in the living room, his head on his mother’s lap as she gently caressed his hair. Kihyun felt calm. He looked at his phone.

You: what do you think of study group again at Lucky’s Coffee? Like the old days!

You: it’d be good to share ideas and stuff like we did during study period at school!

Kihyun: yeah, that sounds cool :)

That emoticon felt strange

Kihyun went online for a little while to notice the ‘active 45 minutes ago’; a pit fell in his stomach, but it was fine, he wanted to play to relieve some stress. He gripped his controller and leaned back into his leather seat spending the rest of his night alone, playing something. His phone was flashing blue, notifications flooding his screen, which he didn’t see until it finally stopped. After a long session of gaming, Kihyun got bored and sat against his headboard and unlocked his phone and it was none other than you. You were asking to go to karaoke on the weekend with Changkyun and Irene, asking questions about the study group and also a question that stood out the most to him; how do I tell Changkyun how I feel? Kihyun didn’t even know himself so it was hard to give that advice and it was even harder when he had feelings for you, his best friend. He replied to all the messages before laying his head down and facing the wall, the sudden warmth of his sheets embracing him, his body sinking into his mattress as he drifted off very quickly.

The following morning was dismal and rainy. The 6 am clouds loomed over the city, hitting against the window to your room. You woke up to your dog at your feet and your lamp still lit from the night before however not only that, so was your computer on the loading screen. You were waiting for Kihyun but you feel asleep as your body hit the mattress. You read the replies from Kihyun as you roll out of bed and slip your feet into your slippers and stumble tiresomely through the door to the bathroom although your brother was taking his time for the last 20 minutes. “Hurry up,” you groan as you crouch outside the door, your phone sitting at the crease of your hand. You text Kihyun; “Good Morning, wanna grab some breakfast with me today?” you send with a smiley emoji. As Kihyun is drying his hair with a black towel, he grabs his phone off the desk and reads your message, pressing your name and opening the chat log.

“Yeah sure. Where do you wanna go or what do you want to eat?” he replies back. Kihyun puts the phone back onto the desk and finishes getting ready. He decided to wear his white shirt and cream coloured v neck vest that had blue and red strips at neck. He buttoned his cuffs and slipped on his maroon blazer, grabs his bag and heads for the door. It was ten minutes to 8 and Kihyun was on his way to get the bus to get to your house. “No breakfast today?” His mother asks as she sets breakfast for the rest of the family out. “oh um- I promised a friend I would get breakfast with them” he smiles nervously before shoving his feet into his shoes and dashing through the door catching the bus on time. He unlocks his phone and replies to you; “yeah, any café sounds go, I’ll be there soon.” He locks his phone and puts it into his pocket. Luckily today he came prepared and took an umbrella just in case.

You tap some lip tint on your lips, smearing it around with your finger, putting it back into your pouch and back into your bag. You spritz here and there your new fragrance and smile to yourself contently. You see Kihyun outside and you run to meet him outside; “the bus came quick today!” you sounded extremely cheerful today. “yeah, less traffic I guess, I don’t really know,” Kihyun nervously laughs. You and Kihyun walk to the nearest café around the corner and sit at the bar stool seats the look outside; Kihyun gets 2 steaming cups of coffee and two chocolate croissants. “wow, we haven’t met up before school in so long,” you sigh as you sip your piping hot coffee although you hiss at the hot liquid burning your tongue. Kihyun’s jumps and asks if you’re okay and passes you his water bottle to cool the tongue down. “no no, I’m fine thank you,” you take a napkin and pat your bottom lip. “is that a new lip tint you’re wearing?” he asks noticing a new shade. “yeah! I didn’t expect you to notice.” Of course, you wouldn’t, why would I be looking at your lips in the first place?

“look who it is,” Changkyun smiles and drapes his arm around Kihyun “bro, is your phone alright?” he takes it out of Kihyun’s blazer pocket. “nope seems fine to me, why haven’t you been replying to us?” He looks at Kihyun concerned as they walk to class together. “I’ve just been busy with my family, nothing much really plus I felt a bit ill yesterday because of the rain.” He nodded to himself. “ohh fair enough, don’t die on us like that bro,” he squeezes his arm. “how did little puppy get so good at video games?” Changkyun pulls you close to him. Your heart skips a beat and your cheeks flush a pinkish hue. Kihyun notices and his hands bury in his pockets and he clears his throat; “doesn’t her lip tint look nice on her?” he asks Changkyun, Changkyun turning his head with a smile to inspect your new lip tint. “wow, it does look nice on her, can I have some too?” he smirks knowing that it has an affect on you. You nervously laugh, “um no, it was expensive okay?” you scoff jokily. “how about the tint on your lips hm?” he squeezes you from your side. He did not just say that – Kihyun thought. “We can hang out after school if you want?” Kihyun suggests to you, and only you. “Not inviting me are we? I need to get a new moisturiser; can you help me?” He looks at you starry eyed. You nod at him, your cheeks aching from smiling so much; “Well, coffee is on me then I guess?” he pulls you and Kihyun in.

Period 1 – Business studies. It was a class that dragged on for hours yet you somehow loved to learn about different strategies and using statistics. You flip you pen between your fingers, your knee bobbing under the table as you tracked the time on the clock above the teachers desk. 25 minutes to go. You glance out side the glass window of the door and you see Changkyun waving at you, pointing towards the cafeteria – that was his way of saying there all in there today- you tilt your head and he makes his way. “um, ma’am what seems to be so interesting outside that you cant focus on your statistics?” your teacher taps her fingers on her desk. She was intimidating. “oh um no Miss, I just got distracted” you clear your throat. “hm okay,” she looks back at her computer. The bell finally rings and you were dismissed to break; you see your friends and Irene at the table today. “hey! Changkyun and Kihyun got you a drink and a snack, someone seems to be popular,” Irene nudges and whispers into your ear; “so which one will you pick,” she smiles smugly “ what do you mean, they’re my best friends?” you whisper back to her. She sighs and shakes her head, “text me later alright?” you nod in affirmation and look down at the table to see a strawberry smoothie drink and a gimbap triangle on the table. “thanks guys,” you smile at them. Kihyun leans back in his chair next to you and scrolls down his Instagram feed. “you’re awfully quiet today?” you prod his arm. “Yeah, just a bit tired today,” he croaks, “nothing much to be honest.” Jooheon was in your study period today accompanying you since the other three were in their classes. He was working on his music and was working hard to getting the highest grades to get a scholarship to go abroad for his degree course. “psst, hey,” he leans over the table to get your attention. “hm?” your response was instant since he never usually spoke in study periods, “have you noticed Kihyun acting strange lately?” he pouts thinking, “He said he’s been studying a lot so that’s what I assumed, why?” you stop writing and question him. “oh… nothing he just seemed abnormal but if that’s it then I guess now I know,” he smiles “how is university applications going?” Jooheon seemed intrigued. “Well, I got my place into Seoul University and all my other ones too but I’m definitely picking Seoul!” You respond to him certain you’ll go to Seoul. “cool, cool, I’m planning to go abroad to be honest, have you told the others about your acceptances?” he asks and you shake your head. “We promised to keep it until prom.” You nod. “Ruthless, how could you keep it for that long, I’d be so happy to spread the news!” Jooheon’s jaw drops at how good your secrecy skills were, “well, we wanna surprise each other you know?” Jooheon nods, understanding your point.

The basketball court was empty but that’s where you waited for the boys. You take your mirror and your lip tint, dabbing it onto your lips and smearing it with your finger; you reach into your bag for a tissue. “Hey there Dumpling, tissue?” he hands one from his packet. “What the fuck? Where you just watching me?” you elbow him. “watching you put that lip tint on that you said I can’t try? Yeah, I’m jealous you can be just as pretty as me!” His laughter immerses your heart in admiration. “wow, you’re so cocky!” you punch him. Kihyun wonders over, his plaid jacket over his shoulder; he strides over and greets the pair of you. “Hello, Lovebirds,” he glances at Changkyun and then you, “waiting for me? Let’s go.” He walks ahead. “Lovebirds? That’s new, do you see me and Little Dumpling together?” Changkyun shoots a playful look at Kihyun and you. “why would you say that Kihyun?” you fiddle with your fingers, a nervous pit falls in your stomach. Kihyun grabs your hand, “well maybe we should be lovebirds then?” he tried to let his playful side arise. “WOW! Kihyun, do you like her?” his eyes scan his expressions but all Kihyun gave was a side smile, “that was a quick assumption Kyun, jealous because I’m holding her hand?” The atmosphere was tense and almost too tense for you so you changed the subject. “there’s a corndog stall just before the mall we could have some of that or just go to a cheap little restaurant, I really want jjajangmyeon!”

At the shopping complex the three of you went to, you were looking at new jewellery and makeup for prom – especially the more pinky red tones. “This one would look good on you,” Kihyun picked a scarlet red lip tint and handing it to you to try. You already had some on so you turn to Changkyun, who was asking earlier to apply some for some reason, and beckon him over. “lemme try this on you, I already have some on,” you unscrew the lid and move closer to Changkyun. You could feel your heart beat out of your chest and your throat go dry. You elevate yourself, standing on the tip of your toes to apply the tint to his already pink lips although he lowers himself down for you, his eyes that captured the starry night, gazing back at you like you were the stars. “Do my lips look kissable yet?” his husky voice was low, it made you melt on the spot. It was to no surprise he’d say something along those lines – although lately he has been making remarks like this more frequently- but it caught you off guard. “h-huh, what?” you gulp. “Lips, kiss kiss” he moves closer and Kihyun returns to see what was happening and he clears his throat. “Just kidding, do you like the colour though,” Changkyun stands back straight and looks at Kihyun and back at you. “come on then let’s get this, you both must be hungry yall acting weird as hell.” He grabs a box of the shade you tried on him and heads to the tills.

“was he going to kiss you? Did I interrupt or something?” Kihyun asks, his heart aching ever so slightly. “n-no, that wasn’t my intention I didn’t know he’d do that!” you defend yourself. “did he make you feel uncomfortable, I’ll tell him to not make your uncomfortable just let me know and I’ll-” Kihyun was cut off by you; “no, he didn’t don’t worry. He’s not a creep for sure it’s just my feelings making me nervous but thanks for watching out for me.”

The evening went by quickly. The three of you enjoying your time together as much as you couldn’t until the evening came to an end and the departure began. You took the bus home with Kihyun again, his forehead pressed against the cool window pane and his bag between his arms. “are you asking Irene to prom?” you ask Kihyun, his head whipping to you like a deer seeing head lights for the first time. “why? Why do you ask, are we not going together?” his voice sounded upset, almost similar to sounding heartbroken. “oh no, I just thought you guys should because I wanted to ask Kyun to be my date, is that okay?” you sound like you were asking for permission but you didn’t want to sound condescending or rude by just stating it as a fact ‘I’m going to prom with Kyun, you go with Irene’ that’s wrong. “oh um I’ll just go with the boys and Irene then,” he nods and looks away to the busy evening streets. “oh my, really!” the excitement and relief floods your system, “you’re the best Kihyun, I love you so much!”

You love me the wrong way…

School was different now. You and Changkyun have very frequent flirtatious encounters and conversations and everyone began to catch on. Yet, Changkyun didn’t make a move yet. After school, specifically your evening classes you asked Changkyun to wait for you so you could walk home together or grab a coffee, to which he didn’t deny to. After making one last trip to your locker the locker is slammed in front of you making you jump. “KYUN! You scared me fuck sake,” you open it again to get your phone out. You both walk out, talking about whatever you usually talk about until you stop. “Changkyun…” you voice softens and you reach for his arm but he takes your hands into his and just holds it. You gulp before proceeding what you were going to tell him; “Firstly um.. I wanted to say that I-”

“I have feelings for you…”

“…I have feelings for you.”

You stop and nervously gulp and trying to not lose composure, your hands gripping his harder. You couldn’t believe your eyes or ears, did he really say it back? “Hey, don’t freak out but I thought it was obvious enough that I liked you?” he chuckles “who would’ve thought you’d return the feelings.” His hand rests on the back of your neck and you felt your cheeks burn like they were set alight. Your lips quiver nervously; his lips softly left a dainty kiss on your cheek and nothing more. “I wanted to ask if you’d be my date to prom? Is that what you wanted to ask me?” He smiles ever so purely. You nod. “well, today is your lucky day then!” He pulls you in for a hug. What the fuck just happened? He kindly walks you home and your mother sees him; “Changkyun, long time no see, come in!” she invites him in. “Oh thank you but I have to get home to help my little brother but maybe another time.” Your mother frowned. She saw Kihyun as a son but she had a strong liking towards Changkyun since you started high school.

School was different since the day Changkyun confessed to you. You weren’t expecting it at all but there you were, in an empty corner of the study room, with Changkyun next to you and Kihyun sitting opposite you. Whilst you were guiding your eyes across your page with your pen until Changkyun’s hand rested on yours on the table. Your instinctively moved your hand but you looked up at the distraught face as if he made you uncomfortable on accident. He mouthed, “I’m sorry” before turning back to his textbook, one hand resting in his lap; your hand glides over to his under the table and the hairs on Kihyun’s neck rose. He looked up to see you stare lovingly at Changkyun. It shouldn’t have bothered him so much, but it did. You gently pulled his hand closer to you and intertwined your fingers with his. He smiled at you, his hand burying in his free hand although when a teacher walked towards the table, you let go. She was searching for Jooheon; “is he not in today?” Kihyun asks. “no, this isn’t like Jooheon, I’ll ask for someone to phone home,” she stared you and Changkyun down. “work hard Changkyun.” Her voice was stern. Jooheon was actually performing today and no one but Kihyun knew. “He’s performing? Where?” you ask Kihyun. He answers your question before quietly going back to studying and checking his wristwatch.

Changkyun’s name flashes up on your phone and a smile is drawn across your face. You grab your phone and sit on your bed and tap at the screen to reply at the message. He asked when he could you and that Kihyun told him that he’d meet you both there. You sighed, you felt bad for leaving Kihyun out like that although you did try to get him a date – Irene – but it didn’t work out sadly.

A few weeks later…

Prom was surreal. The aura felt surreal. You sat at your dressing table and you twist the lid of the lip tint you bought with Kihyun and Changkyun and tapped it onto your lips and your apply some glitter to your eyes. You add a few more curls to your hair with your flat iron and spirts your perfume and turn around to look at yourself in the full length mirror. As you admire yourself, you hear someone at your door and a knock following it. “Hey Dumpling, it’s 7pm and I’m here to take you away,” he smiles looking down, standing up straight before walking closer to you. “I got this for you,” he pulls out a pink rose from behind him and hands it to you, his hands locking fingers with you. “first of all, that sounded so scary,” you laugh as you push him, palm on his chest but he hold your hand there. “wouldn’t our first dance be like this?” his arm wraps around your waist before your mother walked in and ruined the moment. “you should catch a taxi now by the way,” he points to the door “oh and don’t forget an umbrella!”

You didn’t think an umbrella was necessary so you didn’t take one but you and Changkyun sat at the back on the taxi. You were texting Kihyun;

You: hey! We’re on our way now. Are you there yet?

Kihyun: not yet, I’m waiting for Jooheon but he’s fixing his tie and we’ll leave. See you there

Kihyun hadn’t seen you yet and he knew for a fact it’d be like seeing something so heavenly for the first time. Not long after, everyone was together. The music, the lights, the crowds of people celebrating their final time together all in one room. You saw Kihyun holding a small bouquet of flowers until her saw you walk in hand in hand with Changkyun. Everything went grey and cold and his finger tips numb. He didn’t know what to do with the flowers, so he disappeared into the sea of people and returned, empty handed. You wave at Kihyun and the others and coverse with them until Changkyun and Kihyun went to get; Kihyun started a conversation with Changkyun.

“do you you really like her or is it a one time thing?” Kihyun asked, his tone bitter and dry.

“yea, I would believe so… I do like her?” Changkyun replies back “why do you sound… upset? Were you both a thing?” he questions as he stops what he was doing and turns around, “Is that what this is all about Kihyun?” Changkyun catches on quick.

“did you tell her you’re moving to the states or are you gonna hurt her by telling her last minute?” Kihyun bit down on his teeth hard, inhaling sharply.

“I- I haven’t but I’m sure she’ll understand right, she isn’t one to throw a fit Kihyun,” he puts a hand on his shoulder “It’ll be fine..” Changkyun smiles.

No, that wasn’t the point! Why can’t you get the message!

“I like her Changkyun and you knew I did but you go and confess you like her too?” Kihyun bites his lip drawing a little blood. “but she expressed her deep admiration for me, what else could I do? Break her poor heart?” There was an immediate silence. “Alright, this is in your hands…” Kihyun’s voice was harsh. Changkyun had never seen Kihyun so upset and hurt about something before after their years of friendship… hopefully this wouldn’t break the bond.

After a few hours, near the end of the night, the special event was taking place. King and Queen. “they do this in the states, I’ve seen it in movies-“ Jooheon jumps in excitement. “you’re too excited for this-“ you nudge him “let me be excited!” he smiles. Everyone goes quiet and mutters to each other who they think the winners would be. The girls who tried to get Kihyun’s attention waved at him from a far; “they definitely voted for you,” you scoff “why do you sound so disgusted, am I not worthy of prom king?” his gaze was strong, intimidating almost until he realised and smile to soften the mood. “Well Kihyun of course you are but those girls are trouble…” but during the conversation you were having with Kihyun you both missed the winners. You and Kihyun. As cliché as it sounds, you and Kihyun won. Everyone’s eyes were on you and Kihyun and you could see Changkyun at the back clapping for you, his eyes full of love and a hint of pain. You both received your prizes and from then on everything began to spiral…

“Since we didn’t tell each other where we’re going, let’s say it now in 3… 2...” you count down but you were interrupted by Changkyun. “I’m moving to the states for the rest of my studies.” He blurts out and gulps nervously hoping you wouldn’t think much of it. “w-what-” the smile drops and your face pales. “I’m mo-” he repeats but you stop him. “don’t tell me again, I heard…” you stare at him, eyes pooling. Has your heard already been broken? “why did you confess to me then?” Your dainty voice cracks. “because I wanted to and I knew you were going to do the same but-”

Everything sounded like it was underwater. You heard a faint ‘I’m sorry’ from him. You couldn’t hate him for moving that far, you couldn’t take that distance. Kihyun’s arm wraps around you and you immediately bury your head into his chest. Of course your childhood friend would always be there. “hey, don’t cry it’ll ruin your makeup” Kihyun tries to comfort you. Jooheon and Irene exchange awkward looks; “umm hey Irene should we umm go home?” Jooheon suggests, Irene fake yawns, “Yeah I’m getting tired, see you guys exam week,” She pushes past Changkyun and Jooheon follows.

Changkyun regrets his decisions, he should’ve stayed quiet. You regret yours too. The relationship couldn’t go on but luckily there wasn’t a proper start either. “we can still talk and be friends and despite the fact I like you.. that wont change,” he begins and you look up, your lashes wet from tears, “but feelings change with distance Kyun… sure we can be friends but god..” you tried to console yourself and so did Kihyun. “I’m sorry, I-I don’t know what more I can do…” He gulps. “maybe we should just depart for tonight and let the energy calm down” Kihyun suggested, “I can take you home if you want? He asked you and you nodded. “You can join if you want,” he gave Changkyun the option but he shook his head and said he’ll go alone. Everything was messy and your feelings should’ve been concealed. At least Kihyun was there to comfort you.

And I always will be.

↩ Chapter 1 

↪ 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 3

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Hero Among Thorns - Pt 5

Pairing: Hyunwoo x Reader Genre: Undercover Detective AU, Action, Romance Word Count: 2.5K Summary: When a mistaken connection results in your kidnapping by one of the city’s most notorious gangs, the undercover detective Hyunwoo has no choice but to rescue and protect you, and, most dangerously of all, fall in love with you. Warning: Mentions of violence and blood. Parts:  1, 2, 3, 4 

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Even the most hobbit-like homebody has their limits. You really thought your tolerance for staying inside the apartment with no job and no bills to worry about would be high. You really did.

Hyunwoo stayed with you for a few days, then handed over the majority of his babysitting duty to a rotation of his team members, minus Minhyuk. He’s still avoiding you.

In contrast, the others have ensured you want for almost nothing. Kihyun and Hyungwon delivered what they could of your apartment, moving furniture and other items into a spare room at their shop. Those they couldn’t salvage, they replaced. Jooheon and Hoseok never seem to run out of stories of their team’s adventures and misadventures alike. Changkyun has procured a digital copy of any and every movie and television show you ask for to fill your days. When you asked if they were all legal, he’d only winked.

Despite your wheel of protectors, every night, Hyunwoo returns. Some nights, it’s so late he has to wake you up from the couch so you can go to bed. You do try to stay awake, but it doesn’t always work. As much as you like the other members of his team, it’s your time with Hyunwoo that you look forward to the most. If you spent time thinking about how much you anticipated his return, you might be embarrassed.

At first, you’d awkwardly moved around each other like two newly-assigned dance partners. Overly polite, careful of each other’s space. Eventually, you felt each other out and fell into a routine that fits the two of you. He makes dinner with your help or brings takeout, which the two of you eat while only talking to comment on some aspect of the food, sometimes followed by a movie that Hyunwoo usually sleeps through half of, before heading to your own bedrooms. Hyunwoo drops little details about his days that he spends away from you, but never too much. He tells you most of it is too boring to bother with.

That hurt a little at first, but you always remind yourself of your situation. You’re his charge, his witness. Not his girlfriend or confidant. You like to think you’re becoming friends at least. Never mind that you harbor the secret fantasy of becoming more.

Maybe that internal conflict helped contribute to the fact that it only takes two weeks before you get stir crazy. Two weeks, three days, and only God knows how many hours, minutes and seconds. You now catch yourself staring out the window, heart sour apple green with envy at the people walking down the street. Getting to do normal things like shop at whatever stores they please, feel the wind and sun whenever they want, see something other than the same gray walls and window view.

If you were in the basement of the apartment building, you’d be seriously considering pulling a Count of Monte Cristo and dig your way out with nothing more than a spoon. Or tie your bed-sheets together and rappel down the side of the building. Though both the crawling and rappelling would be hard with one arm out of commission…

“Whatcha thinking about?”

Hoseok’s voice startles you, but this time, you don’t fall off the window seat. For such a big man, he can move as quietly as a cat when he wants. Very, very slowly, you’re getting use to that.

“Can you rappel down a building with one arm?” you ask, not taking your eyes from the window.

“Technically, but I wouldn’t recommend it. One slip and you’re a pancake on the pavement if your rigging isn’t properly set up. And that’s if one arm can handle your whole body weight with gravity pulling on it,” he answers candidly. He sits on the opposite side of the window sill. “Why?”

“I don’t mean to sound ungrateful,” you sigh, “but I’m sick of this apartment. I want fresh air.”

“Open the window then.”

By now, you know when he’s teasing and sure enough, when you look at him, that smile is on his face. You push his foot off the sill with yours. “You know what I mean. I want outside. Isn’t keeping someone in a single space for an extended amount of time a form of torture?”

He gasps dramatically, a hand over his heart. “My presence is torture?” When he grins at your giggle, you know that was his whole point.

“You know what I mean. If I have to look at these same walls for any longer … I feel like I’m going to go crazy.”

“In my defense, I did try to convince Hyunwoo we should paint the place. Make it more homey. I suggested blue, but –”

“Hoseok.”

“I know. I don’t think I could do it myself,” he admits with a sigh. Solemnly, he adds, “We’re just trying to keep you safe. Yew has been quiet since your kidnapping. That could mean he’s decided his threat worked or he’s planning something worse.”

“I know. I appreciate it, but wouldn’t Yew think it’s weird that Hyunwoo’s not letting me go anywhere? Like even if I’m a kept-woman or baby-mama or whatever gangsters are supposed to have.”

“A kept-woman?” Hoseok bursts out laughing. He puts his foot back up. “How old are you, grandma? Who says that anymore?”

“You know what I mean. That’s why I added ‘baby-mama’,” Childishly, you stick out your tongue at him. “I’ve been on an old Hollywood binge lately.”

“Still,” he says, wiping the tears that had leaked from the corner of his eyes. “Look, you kind of have a point. I don’t think Yew is going to try to get to you again as long as he believes you’re with Hyunwoo and not a witness. I’ll can talk to Hyunwoo.”

“Really?”

Hoseok holds up his hands at your ecstatic expression. “I’m not promising anything. Like I said, keeping you alive is the biggest priority next to bringing Yew down. Hyunwoo is the ultimate authority in that regard. He makes the final decisions.”

“I’ll take anything, Hoseok. Even just a walk around the block or the roof.”

A few days later, Hyunwoo doesn’t leave directly after breakfast like usual. Instead, after he rinses your cereal bowls, he stays in the kitchen.

Glancing at your arm, he asks, “Would you like to go out?”

Go out? The water you were drinking rebels, shooting down your windpipe. You splutter and cough, trying to get a hold of yourself. That’s a little difficult with Hyunwoo pounding on your back a little too hard to be really helpful. Did he really say 'do you want to go out?’ With him?

Finally gaining control, your voice hoarse, you repeat his question, “Go out?”

Hyunwoo backs away, still eyeing you worriedly. “Yes. It’d just be to the shop and back, but Hoseok said you needed to get out of the apartment. Something about the Geneva Convention.”

“Yes!” Any regret at your misinterpretation is forgotten at the prospect of breathing new air and returning in some capacity to the outside world. You have an excuse to wear real clothes, see real people! “Hell yes!”

You jump out of the chair, tripping in your hurry to get dressed. Hyunwoo steps in, saving you from falling flat on your face. Naturally, your good arm hooks itself around his waist.

He’s so warm. And solid, too. And smells like heaven on steroids. Even better than those fuzzy memories of yours. You feel your own body heat in response to the contact.

God, when did you get this easy?

“Are you okay?” Hyunwoo asks.

His words break the spell and you realize he’s stiff against you. Damn it, he’s probably thinking he never signed up to have some wounded, touch-starved woman clinging to him like a stoned koala.

In an effort to lessen the awkwardness, you turn the accidental embrace into a hug, immediately releasing him. “Yeah! I’m just really excited about going outside!” Without waiting for a response, you run out of the room.

Shimmying out of your pajamas and into a skirt is easy. Then comes the shirt. Jooheon had let you start moving your shoulder a few days ago, but you still have to be careful. With one hand, you manage to wriggle out of your tank top. You chose a clean one, but not before casting a longing look at a shirt with sleeves. Your choice proves wise though. Even lifting your arm to slide it through the top’s armhole makes the healing muscles scream at the stretch. They continue to ache as you readjust the shirt, but you ignore them. The intoxication of freedom, no matter how limited, mutes the pain.

You run back into the living room. “Ready!”

Hyunwoo nods and grabs his car keys. He opens the door for you, but catches your arm as you move past him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Why?” you ask, puzzled. You may not have bothered with makeup, but you haven’t since you got here. Hyunwoo’s only seen it running down your face with tears.

“You’re sweating.” He points to your forehead.

You wipe at it, instinctively using your injured arm. The pain is instant. Hoping Hyunwoo didn’t notice your wince, you shrug it off. “Getting the shirt on was more work than I thought, I guess. I’m fine.”

He looks like he wants to say something. However, he doesn’t stop you again as you walk out. Hyunwoo takes the lead down the stairs after locking the door. As you follow him down the stairwell, he says, “We’re just going to the shop, staying a few hours, then coming back. Yew’s been too quiet for me to trust any side stops. When we’re outside, stay right beside me.”

“That’s fine,” you instantly reply.

You don’t meet another soul on the stairs and the lobby is similarly abandoned. It’s not surprising given the hour though. Those who work are long gone and just as far from returning home.

At the door, Hyunwoo pauses. You assume it’s to scan the street before exiting. Instead, he turns back to you. “Yew has at least one person watching this place. We want him to keep thinking you’re my girlfriend. That will keep you safe.”

“Okay.” You’re not quite sure where he’s going with this.

A hint of pink sprouts on Hyunwoo’s cheeks. He smiles, but it’s a different smile than you’ve seen before. It’s apologetic, with a hint of embarrassment.

“We’re going to need to make it believable. So, if you agree, I think we should engage in displays of physical affection.”

You can hear the echo of your jaw hitting the floor. “What?”

“Nothing you don’t consent to,” Hyunwoo rushes to reassure you. “All professional. Just physical touch on arms, waist, and hands.

“All that and no kissing?” you blurt out. Instant regret slams into you. “I mean, wouldn’t it be weird if we didn’t?”

Luckily, Hyunwoo laughs. He shifts his weight. “Yeah, I guess… Kisses on the head, forehead and cheeks should be okay. Right?”

Your eyes fall to Hyunwoo’s lips. You can’t help but feel robbed of the opportunity to kiss him there. Before you fell punch-drunk into your fantasies, you stop yourself. You need to look at this as some kind of weird, elaborate, dance-less ballet. Hyunwoo is your dance partner, not a boyfriend. This is a professional relationship, one your life actually depends on. You can’t fuck this up.

“Right,” you say.

“Good.” With one hand, Hyunwoo pushes open the glass door of the building. The other reaches out to you, palm open and ready.

With a fortifying breath, you take it.

That breath turns out to be about as useless as gulping for air in outer space without a helmet. As you step through the door, Hyunwoo pulls you into his side, his arm encircling your shoulder. From shoulder to hip, you’re glued against him.

You feel his lips graze against the top of your head. The touch is so light you almost think you imagined it. But then Hyunwoo whispers into your hair, “Ready?”

Heart thudding wildly, you look up at him. The smile on his face is full of affection. It’s so natural, you almost believe it yourself. You can only nod and smile, belatedly remembering you have a part to play too. Dazed, you let him guide you down the steps and down the sidewalk.

Hyunwoo stops halfway down the block. He keeps his arm around you like a shield the whole time. If the air hadn’t held a crispness, you would have definitely overheated. The chirp of a car unlocking and Hyunwoo easing away from you to open the door is enough to bring you back to reality. When you actually look at the car, you immediately wonder if you’re hallucinating.

Even to someone who isn’t a car enthusiast, the car breathes class. It lacks the bulk of most modern cars, instead celebrating sleekness from its slim, rectangular nose to mirror-image tail. Yet like its driver, you know beneath all that jet black metal is pure muscle. From the outside, the only hint of this is the silver head of a supercharger sitting on the hood.

The parallel is so perfect, you can’t help but laugh.

Hyunwoo backs away from you, startled.

“Dude, you’ve got to be kidding me. This is your car? This one?”

Hyunwoo looks at the car with its open door, then back to you. “Yes. Why?” he asks when you start laughing all over again.

“It’s a 1970 Dodge Charger R/T.”

Surprise is evident on Hyunwoo’s face. “Yeah. You know cars?”

“Not at all, but holy crap.” You slide into the front seat. Hyunwoo closes it behind you and circles the car to get in as well. “You don’t see why this is funny?”

“No. It’s a good car. Put your seat belt on.” He waits until you do so, then pulls away from the curb and into the street, but you can’t let it go.

“An undercover agent posing as the head of a mechanic shop that also deals with 'stolen’ cars and drives a black 1970 Dodge Charger R/T that’s been modified?” You watch his face, leaning forward so your seat belt presses into your chest. “Doesn’t sound familiar at all?”

Hyunwoo shakes his head.

“This is the exact model car driven by Vin Diesel as Dominic Toretto in The Fast and the Furious!”

“Never seen it.”

“Shut the damn front door. You’ve never seen The Fast and the Furious? Not one?”

“There’s more than one?”

At first, not a sound comes out of your mouth, too frozen in disbelief. You’re about to launch into a full geek rant when you notice a slight curve to the corner of Hyunwoo’s mouth. He’s not looking at you, his gaze purely on the road, but it’s there.

“You’re teasing me, aren’t you?” you say slowly.

A smile fully cracks through, broken by a low laugh that fills the car. “Of course I have. Minhyuk was obsessed with them. He made the entire team watch all of them one night after we got this assignment. I did own this car before I watched them though. It’s a good car.”

“You made it through the entire series in one sitting?” You whistle appreciatively.

“I saw the first one, but after that, they’re fuzzy,” Hyunwoo confesses. “I fell asleep.”

“Can’t blame you.” You shrug. “They’re like 16 hours altogether.”

Your bodyguard-slash-roommate nods, making a small sound in agreement.

Quiet settles between you after that. Where once it would have been tense or clumsy for you, it feels right. Comfortable. You don’t feel any need to fill the empty space in between the street noise and the engine’s sleek purr. Instead, you lean back against the leather seat and watch Hyunwoo with slight side glances.

You’re learning to read Hyunwoo’s silences. Sometimes, they can be just as articulate as if he had spoken with words.

His shoulders are relaxed beneath his dark jean jacket and his hands hold the steering wheel with the easy confidence of someone who knows they can handle the horsepower. Despite the mellowness of his body, Hyunwoo’s eyes keep a careful watch on the passing streets. They flicker left to right, then straight, then back again. Car, bus, and pedestrian get a quick threat assessment before being dismissed. He’s not very worried about an attack, but he’s not being stupid about it either.

Hyunwoo turns his head to turn down a street, facing you for a brief second. You notice suddenly that mouthed lyrics flow steadily from his lips right in time with the radio. The song is some oldie, the singer belting about freedom and fast cars. You wonder what his singing voice sounds like…

Out of nowhere, Hyunwoo says, “You should thank Minhyuk.”

“Minhyuk? Why?” you ask cautiously. Based on your last and only parting, you’re doubtful he’d give you the few seconds saying 'thank you’ would take. He’s the very last of the team you’d expect to be your advocate.

“He’s the one who finally convinced me to let you come with us.”

“Not Hoseok?”

He shakes his head. “Minhyuk,” he says with finality.

“Why?”

“Ask him yourself.”

Hyunwoo turns onto the curb and honks the horn three times. You glance out the window. The building is plain, gray concrete, a number of cracks showing its age like fine wrinkles. There’s a line of windows high in the front wall, but no sign to speak off. Nothing other than the two long, dulled and dented silver garage doors to indicate this is anything other than a warehouse.

One of the doors slides open. Hyunwoo pulls inside, the door closing just behind the car’s tail.

He only has time to turn off the car and slide the key from the ignition when Minhyuk appears at his window.

“We’ve got a problem,” he says, glancing at you.

[stayndays]

𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑 : Evidence Hunting

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆! This chapter includes:

Foul Language (Is there even foul language? Well, just in case...)

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : “You came here to assist your boss at a party he’s invited to, not to solve a murder with a group of strangers you’ve just met. Yet here you are, staring at the dead mansion owner who hosted the party in the first place, surrounded by nine men with high statuses in society: and one of them is a murderer. The question is who? And can you solve the mystery without being killed yourself?”

Visit the masterlist first before proceeding. It has all the info you need to read this series.

“Are you sure it’s okay to look at other people’s belongings?” You turn to Felix, who’s currently digging through a cherry red handbag that must’ve belonged to one of the ladies who attended the party. “And why don’t we just search each other’s bags and leave the ones who left the party alone?”

“Because if the killer might’ve placed their weapon in one of the other party guest’s bags, as a sort of way to frame them,” Hyunjin answers your question when Felix fails to do so, however, they way he empathizes each point of his sentence with a tub of pink lipstick in his hand almost made you giggle.

“Y/N, do you know why so many women carry handkerchiefs and bottles of creams and… what is this?” Jeongin holds up a thin object in his hand.

“That’s a nail file.”

“Right, nail files, in their bag? It seems like so much stuff to carry around,” Jeongin finishes his sentence, and you hear a hum of agreement coming from Seungmin, who takes out a bottle of rose tinted perfume from the bag he’s inspecting.

“I don’t know either, honestly. I usually just carry around the essentials,” you shrug as you pick up another bag, this one being a particularly large leather mailbag.

You turn your attention to Hyunjin out of boredom and watch him pull out a single white glove from a leather bag, looking at it for a few seconds in confusion before throwing it over his shoulder.

Felix also appears to notice Hyunjin’s discovery. “Whose bag is that?”

“Doesn’t say,” Hyunjin replies, and Felix goes back to the last remaining bag in his lap.

Soon enough, the pile of bags are gone, all of them being thrown off to the side without any care. Your shoulders slump over in frustration. “Did we really not find anything from this?”

Jeongin shakes his head sadly, before pausing with wide eyes and staring directly at you in a paranoid manner. “Then… the weapon could still be on one of us, since we already checked the living room.”

“Well that’s fun to know,” Felix rolls his eyes with sarcasm lingering in his voice. “What room are we searching next?” He asks as the rest of you stand up from the tile floor.

Seungmin starts walking into the living room, carefully avoiding the dead body that has been left there for emergency officials to inspect later. “I think we could possibly find something in my uncle’s office, I used to hang out there when I was a child—“

He gets cut off by Hyunjin suddenly gripping his arm, “Uncle? You mean the party host is…?”

“My uncle? Yeah. I’m not really close with him business wise though, so I can’t tell you if he has any bad relationships with other businessmen,” Seungmin shrugs as he leads the rest of you into the grand office of his uncle’s. You can recall Seungmin casually speaking to your boss about starting up his own business, fresh out of a prestigious university.

A sparkling chandelier hangs in the middle of the room, and right in front of you is a desk with mountains of paperwork on it. Behind the desk is a backdrop of bookshelves, along with a fireplace that isn’t lit up. However, you realize that the room would look a lot more nicer if the sun weren’t down and the night sky didn’t fill through the cracks of the windows.

“And what in particular do we look for in this massive room?” You observe, noticing how the bookshelves touched the ceiling, and how you couldn’t see the top of the owner’s desk due to the aged papers spread throughout the surface.

Seungmin clears his throat and turns to face the four of you. “Anything that can be concluded as a possible motive, such as if we see any conflict between the mansion owner and somebody else.”

“And anything about money. Money is one of the biggest reasons to murder somebody, followed by revenge,” Felix adds, putting his hands inside the pockets of his dress pants. That’s right; Felix’s father runs a bank downtown, no wonder Felix out of all people mentions money in this scenario.

“Then let’s get to work.”

The five of you open drawers and spill out tens of hundreds of documents. Your common sense is telling you to not get involved, remembering how your boss would scream at you whenever you touch a document on his desk, accidental or not, but you put it aside for the sake of being useful to the group.

Your mind drifts to the side as you start to realize how much work you really have to do to prove yourself innocent. It doesn’t benefit you that you were the one who discovered the body, as that would definitely put you as suspect #1 in any given case. You know you didn’t kill the party host, you know that you don’t have that much of a corrupted heart to do such a thing.

But the other eight won’t know that until they can believe you.

Jeongin lets out a small gasp and your head shoots up, his hand encouraging you to come look at what he found. You’re careful not to step over the papers littering the floor as you make his way over him, the other three doing the same.

In Jeongin’s hand is a scroll of paper unraveled, with bits and pieces of the edge tiered out. At the top of the document, in big letters, said:

“Last Will and Testament of Lee Hyungwon.”

“You found his will,” Felix states simply as Jeongin nods. “This can be useful.”

The five of you skim through the letter, ignoring names that don’t sound familiar, until one particular name makes you let out a small gasp.

“Seungmin? Is your last name Kim?” You point at the handwritten notes. “Because that’s your name… right there.”

“Yeah, that’s my last name, but why is it here—“ Seungmin’s breath is caught when he reads the words that came before his name on the will.

“You’re supposed to take the mansion after he dies?!” Hyunjin’s eyes widen in surprise, and Seungmin seems to be just as shocked as the rest of you.

“That doesn’t make sense though. Shouldn’t your children and step-children go before your nieces and nephews when you want them to claim something?” Seungmin mumbles to himself faintly, but the four of you could still hear.

Hyunjin perks up at his question, “Step-children? Did the mansion owner have a step-child?”

Seungmin lets out a deep sigh, “Yes, he does. And it just so happens to be…” He points at the name that happens to be right below his in the lengthy paragraph.

“Minho. Lee Minho.”

Before you could process the information, you hear a loud bang coming from upstairs, followed by vicious shouts. The sound echoes through the spacious office, and you see Hyunjin flinch in the corner of your eye.

“What are they up to?!” Jeongin cries out as he hands clam together from the sound of another bang, this one replicating something slamming a table.

“Might as well find out.” Felix heads towards the door, his shoes clacking against the sleek, mahogany floor before any of you could step in with a different opinion. Seungmin shrugs before following him, and a rushed Jeongin hurries after the two men.

As you start walking towards their direction, you turn your head back to see Hyunjin look at a particular letter one more time, inspecting the manilla envelope encasing it. He flips it back and forth before shoving it to the side, out of your view, and that’s when you decide to turn your head and move forward.

You could only hope that he didn’t put it in his pocket for nobody else to see, as if he were hiding something.

~

Felix busts open the door, his necktie flying in the air, and you take a breath in at the sight in front of you.

Changbin is shoved up against the wall as Minho holds him there, his fist digging into Changbin’s shoulders as Changbin grunts in pain. You see Chan and Jisung trying to pull Minho off of him, to no avail.

“Hey! Do you think resorting to violence is the answer in this situation? No! There’s a murderer in this house for god’s sake!” Hyunjin’s voice booms through the room as Minho quickly releases his hold on Changbin, stepping back a couple feet. You watch as Changbin’s body gives up, crumbling onto the ground, as Chan stares at him alarmingly.

Minho tips his head to the side in annoyance, and shoves you and Jeongin, who’s blocking his exit, aside to walk through. You hear him murmur a “Forget it” as he walks out the door, heading down the twisted stairs. The rest of the group watches as Jisung follows right behind him in worry, mumbling apologizes left and right as he softly closes the door behind him.

Baffled by what you just witnessed, you wonder whether you should go after Minho and Jisung and find some reasons as to why Minho did such a thing, or rely on Changbin’s perspective to get the full story. You also had a chance to bring up the mansion owner’s will to the others, as well as question how exactly Minho’s related to the mansion owner.

So many options, so many possibilities. So many ways to have an advantage over the others, so many ways to become the main suspect.

You just have to cross your fingers and hope that you pick the best option for yourself, and only yourself.

FOLLOW AFTER MINHO AND JISUNG OR STAY WITH THE OTHERS?

[ VOTE HERE. ]

~

CHOICE CHOSEN: Search

VOTING RATIO: 9-7 (16 Total)

QUESTIONS (Comments are not answered)

Response 7: Hmm.... 1940s? The author may not be accurate, however.

Response 10: bro you’re lying LMAO

Response 16: And why would I tell you this? Don’t try to get too much information from me. It won’t work.

THEORIES (Will be answered with either Yes, No, or Cannot Say)

Response 1: Yes. No. Yes. No.

Response 2: No.

Response 4: Yes.

Response 5: No. Yes. Yes.

Response 7: No. No. No. No. Yes. Yes. No. Yes.

Response 8: Yes. Yes. No. No. No. 

Response 9: No.stray kids

Response 10: No. No. No.

Response 14: Yes.

Response 16: Yes and No.

Good luck figuring it out, players. May the Killer King spare you today.

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[all-the-kpop-imagines]

Life Doesn’t Discriminate...

Pairing: Hyungwon x OC, Jooheon x sister!OC

Word Count: 1580

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Mentions of death, car accident, driving under the influence, hospitals, sad Jooheon, mad Jooheon, kinda numb Hyungwon, swearing, might be triggering?

Summary: Hyungwon is the love of her life and she couldn’t imagine her future without him. But then tragedy hits. Hard. Life doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes, and we keep living anyway.

01:27am September 16, 2022

The sound of something wet dripping on the concrete was deafening in her ears. She laid in the front seat of her car, blood draining down her face from somewhere in her hair and a piece of the car jammed into the side of her body. A cough left her mouth and she tried to move but the amount of pain that washed over her body forced a gasp to leave her mouth. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she looked around. Panic began to take over as she realized she was upside down. When did my car flip over? Everything was blurry but she could vaguely make out colored lights. Paramedics are here...good. She thought as she blinked again, her eyes not wanting to open again. Slowly darkness washed over as she calmed, but that could have been from the blood loss. Then, her body slumped over to the side as she lost consciousness, blood continuing to flow from her body.

Paramedics rushed over to the small white car and began attempting to gather information on the situation and figure out what to do. One paramedic knelt down on the drivers side of the car and looked inside, frowning when he saw the driver unconscious.

“I’ve got one victim, female, early to mid twenties,” he called out over his radio as he reached in to take some basic vitals. When he tried to find her pulse, he felt his chest tighten when he realized he couldn’t feel one. He then pushed himself further into the car and looked over her body. “She has a piece of her car door lodged in her side.” He updated the others and tried again to find her pulse. As he held his fingers against her neck, he knew she was gone. With the amount of damage the small car had taken, there was almost no way that the driver would have survived. 

“Hey, I’m here to help. What’s going on?” He heard one of his fellow paramedics say and he sighed as he pulled himself from the car. 

“She’s gone. I can’t find a pulse and based on the amount of blood she has lost and the piece of car door in her side, she’s not coming back,” he told her and sat up. “Go help the other car. I’ll get the firefighters to help me get her body out.” He continued and the other paramedic nodded before standing and walking away. This was the part of his job he hated, when the victim dies before he can help them.

06:46am September 16,2022

The sun was barely shining through the crack in the blinds when Jooheon heard his phone ringing. He pulled himself from his blankets and reached over for it, grabbing the phone and pulling it to his face. Sleep still heavy on his features, he blinked at the screen and became  confused when he saw his mom calling him.

“Mom? Good morning,” he greeted her and sat up in his bed.

“Jooheon, are you busy today?” He heard her ask and he was even more confused.

“I have a schedule today but it’s light so I should be done pretty early, why?” He asked.

“Tell your manager that you can’t go to schedule today and please come home,” she told him and it only made him more confused. He climbed out of his bed and left the room and the other two sleeping figures in peace. 

“Why can’t I go to schedule? Did something happen mom? I’m confused,” he rambled and ran his hand through his hair. 

“It’s Jinju sweetie,” she said and he heard the crack in her voice that told him she was crying. At the mention of his younger sister’s name, he froze just inside the kitchen area.

“What’s wrong with Jinju?” He asked and glanced up when he heard Hyungwon walk out into the kitchen, irritation on his face as he went to make himself coffee that quickly melted when Jooheon said her name.

“She was in a car accident early this morning on her way to your dorm to see Hyungwon,” his mother said and he swallowed.

“Is she okay?” He asked and Hyungwon looked over at him in concern. If something happened to Jinju, why wasn’t he told?

“No Jooheon, she isn’t. She died on scene as the paramedics got there,” she finally said and Jooheon felt his heart break in half and his free arm fell to his side. No, Jinju can’t be gone. I saw her only a few hours ago at Starship. 

“But are you sure? She- she was fine when she left Starship earlier,” he tried to reason with both himself and his mother. There was no way that Jinju could be dead. She had gone home, saying she had a busy day the next day and she needed sleep. Why was she coming over to see Hyungwon?

“Someone hit her. They were driving under the influence,” she told him and he let out a sob. “Please Jooheon, come home and be with your father and I and your little brother.” She said after a moment or two. 

“I’ll be there in a little while,” Jooheon said before he hung up and set his phone on the counter. Then sobs erupted from him and he had to hold the counter for support. Hyungwon rushed to his side and wrapped his arms around him. Something happened to Jinju.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. What happened? Is Jinju okay?” The older boy asked and Jooheon stared up at him, tears streaming down his face and his breathing ragged.

“She was in a car accident,” he told the other boy when he caught his breath. “And she died.” The second the word ‘died’ left Jooheon’s mouth, Hyungwon felt his heart grow heavy. He knew there was a reason she never made it to the dorm. She couldn’t sleep so she was coming over because she always slept better with Hyungwon there. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath.

“It’ll be okay Joohoney,” he told the younger member as he rubbed his back.

“How is it going to be okay? My little sister is dead because of some drunk driver! You should be more emotional about it! She was your girlfriend and you wanted to spend your life with her! Why aren’t you crying? What is wrong with you?” Jooheon screamed at him, his emotions making the decisions. Hyungwon knew that the other man wasn’t thinking clearly and he knew that someone needed to, even if it killed him to be that person.

“I do love Jinju, I wanted to marry her and have children with her. But that doesn’t mean that I need to fall apart right now,” he answered and Jooheon pushed him away. The younger member attempted to walk away but was stopped when Shownu and Kihyun walked out of the hallway.

“What’s going on?” Shownu asked and Hyungwon sighed.

“Jinju died,” he said calmly and the other two blinked before looking at Jooheon’s  tear stained face and red eyes.

“I’ll go tell manager you need to take a week or two off,” Shownu said as he turned around to go find his phone. Kihyun reached his hand out and placed it on Jooheon’s shoulder.

“Are you going home then?” He asked and Jooheon nodded.

“My mom wants me to go home,” he sighed and Kihyun nodded.

“What about you? Are you going to go with him or stay here?”

“Why the hell would he go with? He’s not family,” Jooheon snapped and Hyungwon sighed.

“Jooheon, I know you’re hurting, but you don’t have to be so rude,” Kihyun said to the younger man and crossed his arms.

“He obviously doesn’t care that she died,” he mumbled before turning to Hyungwon. “Did the last 4 years mean nothing to you? Because she loved you, you know? Like really loved you and I don’t know how because you don’t even care that she died,” he said.

“That’s enough Jooheon. Go and pack your bag,” Kihyun said and the rapper sighed before turning to him. He didn’t want to pack a bag because he didn’t want to see his sister dead. He didn’t want to face his family after he failed to protect her.

“Life doesn’t discriminate,” Hyungwon started. “Between the sinners and the saints. It just takes and it takes and it takes. But we keep living anyway.” He finished and Jooheon looked at him.

“That’s why life sucks. She never did anything wrong. She was a good student and she was good at her job. She stopped her car in traffic and let squirrels and rabbits cross the street. Why does God have to be so cruel? Why did he have to take her from us?” Jooheon’s emotions had made a full circle again and he felt the heaviness in his chest grow. His little sister was gone, never coming back. He would never hear her laugh or her sarcastic comments about his songs. He would never get to sit and talk to her for hours about anything and everything. 

“It’s not fair,” he said before he pushed past Kihyun and toward his room to pack. He was right, life isn’t fair. Life doesn’t care if a person lived a life of crime or helped everyone they met. Life just checks off another box on its list and moves on. 

[thebiasrekkers]

Make It Right [BTS Mafia AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff | Smut

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 3,239

Tag List: @prisczero, @pinkpjmin, @btsaudge, @flowerwrites06, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali, @shrimpmsg, @ggukkieland​

AN: I need to quit fooling you people. Because the trust issues are going to get worse. Maybe this is a silver lining? Maybe? Yes? ...I’ll go away now.

Chapter 55: Sea

“Praying that we’ll remain in this desert till the end. Praying that this isn’t truly our reality.”

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Two Days Later Jeju Island – Seogwipo South Korea

When Taehyung first came to, he felt warmth blanketing his entire body. Every so often, a gentle brush of cool air passed over him. His limbs ached and it felt like a stone was being pressed against his chest. Breathing was a seemingly impossible task. When he could breathe, the sensation of phantom glass fragments scraped along the insides of his lungs. Coughing was a regular occurrence. Through said coughing fit was how he was able to pull himself back to consciousness.

For a moment, he believed he had, in fact, died. There was a part of him that even accepted it. But he wouldn’t have accepted it with a smile, of that he was most certain.

There were people waiting for him; people he would potentially be leaving behind.

The faces of his brothers and of the woman he loved yanked him from the abyss.

An old man sat next to him, moving a fan slowly over his body. Sweat seemed to cover him from head to toe and there was a large basin of ice beside him. Again, Taehyung coughed and tried to sit up. But the old man placed a hand on his shoulder, gently urging him to lie back down on the futon. What energy he managed to muster quickly slithered out of him, the weight of exhaustion overwhelming him all over again.

Had he actually died?

“Don’t make such a fuss,” said the old man.

The stranger’s skin was bronze from being out in the sun, his worn and wrinkled hands and face gave testimony to the life he lived. His hair was a salt and pepper gray, frazzled from being whipped around in the ocean breeze just outside. Despite his seemingly austere appearance and gruff tone, his dark eyes were gentle as he continued to move the fan back and forth over Taehyung’s prone form.

Taehyung squinted slowly, the light peeling in from the window almost blinding him. He tried to lift his arm to shield his eyes, but found it more difficult than he’d anticipated. Sensing his distress, the old man shifted so his small frame could block as much of the light as he could.

“Where am I?”

The question croaked from Taehyung’s throat, surprising him. Attempting to swallow, he mentally reeled at how terrible he sounded.

He heard the man scoff, a sympathetic smirk pulling at his thin lips. “My home,” he replied simply, resting the fan on his knee, “you’ve got the devil’s luck, young man.”

Taehyung tried to smile but realized it probably looked like a grimace. “You don’t know the half of it, Oroshin.”

He watched the man’s smile widen a measure. “You’re young, but I see you still have some manners.”

Again, he attempted to sit up and failed. The old man seemed to take pity on him, reaching out with his thin arms to help him. When he was up, Taehyung winced at the tight feeling around his chest. He rubbed at it gingerly as the elder pressed a cold compress to his temple. Willing himself not to shrink back at the sudden cold, his eyes wandered around the abode to serve as a distraction.

He could tell that it was the home of a local fisherman. Quaint, humble and quiet; save for the crashing of waves along what he could only assume was the beach nearby. The salt was prevalent in the air, seeping in through what cracks existed in the house. Even though he could feel the cold wind, the floor was warm beneath him.

“Did you save me?”

Dipping the cloth into the ice water, he wrung it out and pressed it back to Taehyung’s head. “The gods saved you, my boy. You were already washed up on the shore when I stumbled across you.” He watched his eyes shifting to his shoulder and Taehyung reached up to touch the dressings over his injury. “I managed to purge the toxins out of you.”

His eyes narrowed. So it was poison, he thought angrily, shifting his gaze to the space between his knees, Lee Jooheon, you son of a bitch…

Taehyung lifted his eyes to meet the old man’s. “How long have I been out?”

“Couple of days now. The worst of it passed yesterday.”

Even though he still ached all over, Taehyung quickly shifted to sit on his knees, bowing his head low to the old man. “I’m in your debt, Oroshin.”

“Nonsense. It’s human nature to help those in need.”

Taehyung raised his head. “It’s a cruel world we live in now. Your kindness is rare in it.”

“Your view of the world is too narrow, my boy.” The old man lifted the fan and smacked Taehyung’s wrist with it. “Now enough of this. Sit comfortably.”

He did as he was told, sitting with his legs crossed in a more comfortable position. “Oroshin, I hate to burden you further, but would you mind taking me into town? I need to get back to Seoul as soon as possible.”

For an uncomfortably long moment, the old man peered at Taehyung – as if gauging what his motive was. But there was only one thing on his mind. He needed to get back to his brothers and warn them of the danger that was coming. There would still be time for them to find Eden and return her to the place she belonged.

…at Jungkook’s side.

Jooheon’s words slammed through his body like a wrecking ball, causing him to visibly shudder. Taehyung couldn’t believe it now that he was lucid. How had Jungkook managed to hide such a huge secret from them all? Then again, they’d all been so busy anticipating the moves of the Jade Fangs that a lot of things could have gone amiss. Something as small as eloping could easily be overlooked.

That didn’t mean he was any less salty about it.

When I get back, he and I are gonna have a little chat…

“Well,” cut the old man’s words through his thoughts, “it’s a good thing this washed up with you then.” He reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out Taehyung’s wallet.

He bowed as he took it from him, opening to see the paper money was worthless. So were his cards. But his ID was still intact. That was the only thing that mattered. If he could prove who he was, getting money would be easy. He peered at the old man expectantly who raised his brows at him.

“I’m assuming my phone didn’t make it?” The elder shook his head and Taehyung sighed. Of course it wouldn’t have made it. That would have been the luckiest break he could get outside of being alive. “I’ll just have to buy another one.”

“Eat something and then I’ll take you to town. You can’t function on an empty stomach.”

Taehyung flashed him his best boxy smile despite the agony he continued to feel. “Thank you, Oroshin.”

After filling his stomach with three full helpings of rice, soup, and freshly caught fish, he thanked the old man profusely for his kindness. When he asked his name, the elder simply smiled and told him to come back when all his business was taken care of. Taehyung promised he would return to repay him for saving his life.

There wasn’t much time to waste. He needed to procure funds to buy a plane ticket back to Seoul. He would worry about a phone once he landed safely. Besides, Taehyung didn’t think he could handle the slew of missed calls and voicemails demanding to know of his whereabouts. He went on blind faith that everything was okay; that his brothers were able to find something out on their end since it was obvious that his own trail was a perfectly placed trap.

The flight back to Seoul was only an hour, but he felt like time crawled at an agonizingly slow pace. The time he had alone on the plane was enough to cause Taehyung to fester in his own guilt. He was angry at himself for falling for such a setup, and he was even angrier that he hadn’t seen it for what it was.

Maybe Hyungwon was right, he thought bitterly, narrowing his eyes as he stared out the window, we’ve gotten fucking soft.

But he stood by what he said. This wouldn’t have been a problem had they taken the Jade Fangs out five years ago. Sacrifices be damned. At least they could avoid the headache inducing bullshit they were suffering right now.

He replayed the scene on Dragon’s Head Cliff repeatedly. No matter how many times he thought about it, Taehyung’s conclusion was the same every single time.

…if I hadn’t dodged, whatever came at me would have hit me straight on. He frowned. They were really trying to kill me.

The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth. Curling his hands into fists on the arm rests, he closed his eyes – attempting to stave off an oncoming migraine.

They would be dealt with.

They would all be dealt with.

Taehyung wouldn’t rest until he made sure of it.

Seoul - Cheongdam; Gangnam District South Korea

As soon as he landed in Seoul, he purchased a phone at one of the stores in the airport, activating it on the spot. There were several voicemails and he rolled his eyes. He didn’t have time to listen to them. Now that Taehyung could confidently say he’d met the Reaper at the Gates of the Underworld and walked away, the only person he wanted to see was the woman carrying his child. He had to make sure that he wasn’t dreaming; still sleeping from the effects of the poison.

Taehyung needed just a little more reassurance that he wasn’t dead. That he wasn’t already in Hell.

Hailing a cab, he gave instructions for the driver to take him to Raelyn’s hospital. The woman was so stubborn, insistent on continuing to work as her belly continued to swell with the life in her. Taehyung told her constantly that she didn’t need to work anymore, especially while she was with child. But she was hellbent on having her way and who was he to deny her the freedom to do as she pleased?

He’d have been a fool to try.

Taehyung quickly paid the cab driver, thanking him for getting him to his destination so quickly. He raced through the parking lot, up the steps and just barely clipped his shoulders in his impatience in waiting for the sliding doors to open wide enough to give him entrance. One of Raelyn’s co-workers that he recognized spotted him, her expression forming into shock before melting to discomfort almost immediately. He skidded to a halt in front of her, blocking her path as she seemed to mentally prepare herself to flee.

“Eunsoo-ssi,” he huffed, attempting to catch his breath, “where’s Raelyn?”

She averted her eyes, shrinking back from him as he took a step toward her. Canting his head slightly, he couldn’t hide the confusion on his face. She’d never treated him like this before. In fact, he remembered her playfully doting on him like she would a younger brother. This sudden standoffishness seemed a little unwarranted.

“She…” Eunsoo paused, taking a breath, before lifting her face to meet his gaze. Her brows were furrowed harshly and he could swear that her eyes looked glassier than they had just a few seconds ago. “She’s at the funeral hall.”

Taehyung frowned. “Why?”

“I’m sorry, I have to finish my rounds.”

Eunsoo quickly bowed, side-stepping him to disappear around the corner to the next hall. His gaze followed her as he was left in the main lobby alone.

What the hell is going on? he thought as he made his way toward the elevators. Pressing the button to give him entrance, he pressed the button that led to the mortuary floor where funeral services were typically held. Did something happen to one of their co-workers?

It didn’t take him long to make it to the funeral hall. Various other families were dressed in their traditional mourning attire and rows of wreaths with white carnations lined the walls. White ribbons hung from them, traditional hangul printed on them with the names of the deceased. He barely took notice of them, his eyes frantically searching for any sign of Raelyn.

The weight of sorrow that filled the hall was palpable, making the uncomfortable feeling welling up in his chest almost unbearable. He couldn’t place his finger on it, but Taehyung swore that a dark cloud of dread was hanging over him. He quickly shook his head, attempting to chase the nagging voices from his mind.

This was crazy. He needed to get his head together.

Just as he took another step, he stopped as someone dashed out of one of the rooms. He blinked when he realized the woman dressed in a traditional white mourning garb was Jimin’s older sister. She covered her mouth, smothering a sob, and Taehyung could only blink when she paused just seconds before colliding into him. It seemed to take her a moment to recognize who he was, as it did him for her. Her face was puffy and swollen from all the crying she’d done.

“N-Noona,” Taehyung stammered out, an icy sensation slithering down his spine, “what are you doing here?”

Her bottom lip quivered uncontrollably, her hands reaching out to grasp at the sleeves of his jacket. “Oh, Taehyung-ah,” she choked out, curling her fingers into his arms, “Jimin-ie…he…he…”

Slowly, he craned his neck to peer at the three wreaths lining the walls just outside the room she’d vacated from. He read the names on each of the ribbons draped over the wreaths. Taehyung’s heart froze for half a second before slamming viciously against his chest.

“No way,” he murmured, looking back at Jimin’s sister, “…Noona.”

Instead of answering him, he watched her collapse to her knees – a wailing sound bursting from her. Taehyung heard his very soul shattering as he pivoted on his heels, his legs carrying him into the mourning chamber.

It was crowded, bodies shuffling around as people cried or whispered among themselves. Taehyung didn’t bother removing his shoes as he stepped up onto the small landing. He saw Raelyn out of the corner of his eye. She was the first one to spot him, making her way toward him. But instead of relishing in the comfort of her embrace, the very thing he had so desperately been seeking out since he’d woken up, Taehyung stepped just out of her reach. His eyes focused on the three portraits situated on the table where various foods and flowers were placed.

“Taehyung-ah.” Seokjin called to him, but his voice sounded muffled from the incessant buzzing in his ears. He heard him say his name again and he still couldn’t hear it well.

All he could focus on were the smiling faces of Jungkook, Eden, and Jimin looking back at him from the black frames encasing their visages.

As he took another step, he saw someone move to step in his path – blocking his view of the pictures. When he lifted his eyes, he was now staring into Hoseok’s stern face.

“Where have you been?”

Taehyung continued to stare at Hoseok, blinking slowly as his mind attempted to catch up. He opened his mouth to speak and found he couldn’t find the words.

“We thought you were dead.”

The phrase shook Taehyung; rattling his bones. He visibly flinched, took a breath, then glared up at his older brother.

“Hyung,” he finally managed to say, his voice dropping a full octave, “what is this?” Raising a hand, he pointed to the side of him and gave a wide flourish to the entire scene surrounding them. “What the fuck is this?”

A hand fell on his arm and he felt Raelyn’s swollen belly pressed against his side. She buried her face into the curve of his shoulder, suppressing a sob as she pulled him close. His body felt stiff, like he’d turned into a marble statue. This was all some joke. It had to be. There was no way that any of this was real.

“How?”

“The Jade Fangs were responsible,” cut in Seokjin.

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed. “There’s no way that—”

Yoongi sighed gently. “You told us her location, Taehyung-ah.”

It was like someone dumped a bucket of ice water over his body.

“W-What?” That was impossible. He hadn’t been able to obtain that information. “I didn’t—”

“We realize that now,” added Namjoon. When Taehyung glanced at him, he nearly hiccupped at the dark expression painted over his brother’s face. “They texted us from your phone. It was all a setup from the start.”

Again, silence filled the small space around them save for the members of Jimin’s family who came, as well as friends.

“They’re gone, Taehyung-ah.”

Twisting his face to look back at Hoseok, he noticed his other brothers crowding around him in a semicircle. It wasn’t until his vision went out of focus that Taehyung realized he was now crying.

“What?” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “What do—”

Hoseok’s face softened, his brows furrowing before he closed his eyes. “They’re gone.”

The sun slowly set over Seoul’s cityscape. Lights blinked with life in succession, illuminating the darkness. Taehyung listlessly stared out over the vast expanse while standing on the hospital’s rooftop, lips puckered out while indulging on a sucker. He didn’t remember running from the mourning chamber. He didn’t remember banging his knee on the steps as he tripped over his own feet upon his ascent.

No one chased after him. They knew better. They knew he would likely implode if they did.

Taehyung didn’t stay for the cremation process. He would have thrown himself into the flames right along with them. Selfish? Of course he was. He was man enough to admit that all he could see was red.

Pulling out his phone, he crushed the candy between his teeth. Scrolling through the numerous voicemails left by Hoseok, he stopped until he saw Jimin’s name. His thumb hovered over his name, trembling, before he pressed down on the screen.

It automatically played the message on speaker mode.

“Ya, Kim Taehyung,” came Jimin’s voice from the receiver.

Taehyung’s brows furrowed, hearing the pained chuckle that followed.

“…you son of a bitch. How could you just take off for the gates of the Underworld alone? Huh?”

His grip tightened on the phone, feeling his arm shaking from the force of his hold. There was an uncomfortable stretch of silence before he heard Jimin speak again.

“Don’t even think about stirring up a bunch of shit without me. Jungkook and I will be there soon.”

Without any warning, Taehyung fell to his knees. The phone fell with a clatter beside him as his hands gripped onto the roof’s railing. His whole body shook, his silent sobs rattling through him. The tears that streamed from his face were hot and thick. He swore he could feel his own blood leaking from his eyes.

Jungkook. 

Jimin.

Eden.

They were gone. 

Mercilessly ripped away from the life they more than deserved to live.

Someone had to answer for this. 

Someone was going to answer for this.

“I’ll make them pay,” he growled, glaring at the landscape as he ground his teeth together, “I swear to your God, Jimin-ah…”

I’ll fucking kill them all.

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

Monsta X during Sex

A/n: @ddaengbaepsae basically cowrote this, bless her thotty brain

Warnings: Just pure filth, kinda soft though shut up I’m soft for them

Word Count: 2656

Son Hyunwoo (Shownu)

Welp he’s big all over folks

Stay safe, use lube

It’ll be fine he’s a big teddy bear

He might hurt you but he’d never mean to

He’s not the type to fuck around he’s definitely a one woman man

He’d be slow to initiate a physical relationship, too, he’s a shy baby under all those muscles

Not at all the jealous type you could thirst over another member right in front of his salad and he’d be like “You’re right, Jooheon does have juicy thighs”

Only very specific situations would make him feel possessive

For example if he comes home and you’re wearing Hoseok’s hoodie

His ears start turning red and you have no idea why

Rips it off you all hungry kisses hands everywhere

You’re shook when he gets a little rough with you, bites your shoulder when he comes

While you’re getting dressed after he puts his hoodie on you with a kiss and a sheepish smile

Missionary, lots of slow strokes, kissing

He’s a hard worker tho if you know what I mean 👀👀

Worries about your pleasure over his

High-key oblivious to you seducing him

You can suck chocolate off his fingers and he’s like “Jagi I can buy more chocolate, relax.”

You can strip off your clothes and he’ll be like “oh should I run you a bath?”

You’ll have to deadass put your hand on his dick for him to get it

He’ll be all blushy at first but then he’ll kiss you hard

So good at oral look at those lips sis. Won’t even ask you to reciprocate but would be so grateful if you do, stroking your hair, a little praise “You’re so good to me, Jagi.”

He’s so shy about asking for what he wants in general but if you do something he likes once, he’ll ket you know by his body language, throw his head back and buck those dancer’s hips

He isn’t very vocal at first but he’ll get a little more comfortable he’s never actually loud

Unless you sit on his face

Don’t @me Nunu loves it

This is when he’s loud, all deep throated moans and he’ll go hard, you’re gonna forget your own name, sis

He loves curves, loves you in white and lace

He is not a one night stand guy he’s a serial monogamist for sure

If he’s fucking you he’s in love I don’t make the rules

He’s fairly vanilla and he’d be highkey worried he’d hurt you if you were into choking or something like that

He would try anything for the person he loves but he’d be uncomfortable if it were something rough

He knows how to move, we all know that, so in any case you’re a very happy girl

Yoo Kihyun

So Ki wants you a lady in the streets

You start dating him thinking you got this traditional boy from a conservative household

But behind closed doors…

“Why are you wearing panties? You don’t need those here.”

He’ll buy you expensive lingerie just to fucking RUIN it

Look you leave his place sweaty and sticky and covered in hickeys

It’s a real walk of shame

He wants you a MESS the first few times he won’t even fuck you because he wants you hooked on him before he ever puts it in

You gotta beg for it every fucking time

But when he finally does you best be ready

He’ll have you ass up on all fours trying to blow out your back

Saying shit like “This is what you wanted, yeah? Wanted me to fuck you like my pretty little whore?”

You’re fucking SHOOK

Also he IS low-key a nice boy like in public he’s making you cover up your marks and shit

But the minute you get a little chummy with one of the other boys he’s ripping off your scarf like “oops”

He’s not that loud bc he’s focused on making you loud af

But he’s a real dirty talker he’ll whisper some shit to you at a restaurant that’ll make your legs shake

He’s the type to make you take off your panties in the bathroom and when you come back he’s talking intently with the boys while he just runs one hand along your inner thighs to tease you

He will be loud if you let him fuck your mouth tho (and you will please who are we kidding?)

“That’s my good girl. My sweet whore.” Throaty moans

Low-key kinky he’ll just randomly buy a riding crop and ship it to your house with a note like “tonight?”

He would love you in a diamond collar

Nothing even remotely submissive about this man

He’s a good time but you better be ready he doesn’t play if you’re his you’re his no questions no complaints

Lee Jooheon

What a fun time

But also such a fucking tease

Another one who wants you messy and keening

Acts all innocent when you beg all wide eyed “What do you mean, princess, I’m barely touching you? You’re so needy today.” All dimpled smirk

But he’ll fuck the life outta you right after

Also just a sidenote he’s got a fast tongue you know that vibrating thing? King of that

He sends you texts all day at work 50% sexts 50% sweet like “when are you coming to see me? I miss you.”

He is a s w i t c h you can’t change my mind

But he’s a brat if he lets you top, so whiny and desperate and he’ll know exactly what will make you give in.

Has a bit of a praise kink tbh so he might be a good boy just for that

When he doms he’s soft tho all praise all the time

He’ll praise you for being a brat be like “oh, I love it when you’re feisty. Do that again.”

Jooheon likes ass sis the more the better if you got cake and wear tight jeans around him you won’t be wearing them long

You gonna have handprints on that booty like at all times

Loves doggy style so much

Adventurous he would definitely fuck you somewhere public like a parking garage or a public bathroom he gets off on adrenaline for sure

High sex drive, all over you when you’re busy working from home and when you’re finally like “ok ok I’m done let’s do this” he’s barely touching you skating his mouth over your skin just to give you chills

Loves to show you off wants you looking like a bad bitch when he takes you out he loves it when you make heads turn

He’s not exactly possessive but he does want all your attention at first he’ll use aegyo and be pouty to try and get you to pay attention to him

If that doesn’t work then he’ll use that Libra seductiveness

LOUD AF

Particularly during blowjobs he will wake the dead “Please please please…” So desperate and whiny

Unironically refers to you as “his girl” like you meet his friends and he’s like “this is my girl”

Down for anything he’ll make all your kinks and fantasies a reality

Loves you wearing something revealing kisses all your exposed skin big open mouthed kisses

Softest sweetest cuddler afterward

Would be the BEST fwb

Chae Hyungwon

He strikes me as the the type to have a fwb for a real long time or be a serial monogamist

King of the long, deep, slow stroke game

You can beg him to go faster all you want but his patience will end you

Lots of stamina we’re talking all night y'all every single time

No quickies here you gotta carve out 2 hours in your schedule minimum

Look at that mouth phew you’re gonna need a good two hours to recover after he goes down on you too

It’ll take a while he can breathe through his ears you feel me

He’s pretty vanilla at heart but he’ll choke the shit outta you if that’s what you want, tie you up, whatever he ain’t scared

King of morning sex I just know it

Sleepy, slow, sweet morning sex

Have you in your feelings when the sun is barely up

SUCH a good kisser, wow

Mostly dominant in bed but he loves you on top

You have fingerprint bruises on your hips at all times

He doesn’t get possessive much at all he’s confident he’s got you on lock

If he does he’ll just throw shade at the dude you’re flirting with and fuck you an hour longer that night to remind you why you’re with him

One of those shuts the kitty down for two full days types, tbh he’s low-key BIG

Big big praise during blowjobs if you give the good succ he gonna fall in love

“Your tongue is sinful, you know that? You look so beautiful with your mouth full.”

Like before you fuck him the first time you’re worries he’ll be boring in bed because he’s quiet and sweet on dates

Then one night he kisses you goodnight and suddenly presses you against the wall, lips right by your ear: “You’re inviting me in, yeah?”

You’re like “Yes SIR”

After about an hour and a half you’re exhausted and sweating, muscles sore and he’s deadass asleep with one arm thrown around you

He’s full of surprises

Lee Hosoek (Wonho)

You first see him and your instincts tell you to run he’s gotta be a whole fuckboy

He wants to be and he’ll try but he’s s o f t

He would do a one night stand and then take you to breakfast and text you two hours later asking if you wanna hang out again

You’re absolutely shocked when he calls you the next day because the sex is definitely not soft

At least not at first

At first he’s throwing you up against walls, pulling your hair, all whiny moans and praises “God, look at you, all spread out like a whore for me.”

And he’ll keep it up but he gets low-key sweet as he inevitably catches feelings

Starts going down on you all the time, being a real tease, slow licks, two fingers in and out

Moans against you it makes him so hard to taste you

The cuddliest baby afterward

High-key possessive don’t even think about flirting he’ll have you backed into a corner marking your throat and breasts up in front of God and everybody

Wants a lot of attention but mostly wants to give you a lot of attention

I don’t know if a louder boy exists tbh

Good luck keeping any of your private times private he’s such a moaner, pleads with you, dirty talker esp when you give him head

“You’re gonna make me come so hard, will you open your mouth and let me see it on your tongue?”

He’ll want so many nudes of you

He strikes me as a real ass man just like Joo

He WILL eat the booty like groceries

He’ll try to wife you if you like anal but sis bring a lot of lube

BIG BIG BIG

Like he knows he’s big but he doesn’t realize how big

Scary big

“You wanna put that where?” Big

He’d sub he’s a switch he’s a good boy too

He is not too proud to beg and he’ll wear your hickies like a badge of honor

He’s strong he loves to manhandle you, throw you over his shoulder and smack your ass, standing sex in the shower holding on to your hips as he bucks up into you

Proud of his body and never wears a shirt around you if he doesn’t have to

Big boyfriend material though despite his fuckboy charm he is loyal and sweet

Lee Minhyuk

He might be a fuckboy look I know he seems soft but there’s a strong demon in there

I feel like he lives to make women fall for him but may or may not catch feelings himself

He’s the type to woo you hard and then kind of ghost you because he’s in too deep

Down for anything sexually a big switch

He’ll be excited to try new things and beg to hear your dirtiest fantasies

Sexually manipulative, he’ll talk you into anything

He’s so much fun but what a wildcard one night will be just missionary and kissing the next y'all are trying out every position in the Kama sutra

Talks a lot, praise, especially when you are on top

Whiny moans, bucking his hips but trying to be a good boy

He👏 loves 👏curves I cannot emphasize this enough

He’s fucking you from behind waxing poetic

“You’re so sexy. The curve of your spine, the way your lower back dips just before…” Skating his hands along your ass before he grabs a handful

He’s always touching you during, hands and mouth everywhere, soft open mouthed kisses on your throat, your breast, your thighs

King of foreplay

He’ll just touch you everywhere, run his hands along your things as he kisses you, your back, your arms, has you trembling before he ever gets to a sweet spot

Loves to overstimulate you but he’ll let you to it to him, too, he loves making you a mess but he’ll love being a mess for you too

Would love you to tie him up he’s a good boy

If he so desires he’ll turn the tables so quick it’s scary, though, he can talk you into anything, remember?

Absolutely an angel in aftercare, sweetest boy, bring you water and snacks to prepare for round two

Im Changkyun (i.m)

The biggest fucking tease

Will dirty talk you until you are weak in the knees

Sexts you in the middle of the day

“Remember when you rode me from behind? Let’s do that again tonight.”

He doesn’t forget a single moment because he’s watching everything, how your face looks when you’re close, the sounds you make

Inside a week he knows exactly what you’re weak for and will use it to his advantage

Teases you mercilessly when he goes down on you, but when you do come it’s overstimulation city he’s moaning against you and coaxing a second orgasm right after the first

He loves to bite you, oh boy, your inner thighs are covered

But that moan he lets out when you bite his neck? He loves to be marked

Cocky, arrogant in bed at first “I know what you like.”

But as he catches feelings he’s more open with you when he’s inside you than he ever is outside of bed

Emotionally attached to sex so when he starts to fall in love it gets even better

He starts to praise you instead of talking shit

Loves you on top, the awe on his face

Breathy, low moans instead of those usual grunts and growls

“Honey, you kill me, you know that? You were made to fit around my cock, yeah?”

He tries out every position but always ends up in missionary, looking in your eyes, kissing you hard and hungry

He memorizes every curve of your body, every face you pull when you’re coming apart because he wants to be able to call it up when he’s away

Low-key body worship when he’s in his feelings

His praise is very personal, too, he’ll talk about how the freckles on your shoulders are constellations, kiss everyone while he’s fucking you from behind

He makes sure you know what he sees in you

If you want to top him he’ll agree and let you but pretend he’s not into it until you really get going

You’ll break him the first time, he’ll beg you, hips bucking, so loud

He needs a girl who can do both

If you’re bad bitch down for anything he’ll fall in love on sight

So soft in the mornings, Eskimo kisses, murmured praise

[writingsofmyimagination]

Believer

Yoo Kihyun x Reader

Rating:18+

Summary: Honestly the video and the Believer cover killed me so enjoy some PWP based around it! 

Warnings: Shameless PWP (Slight BDSM themes (Dom Kihyun OFC), nothing to extreme - Toys, edging, denial, over-stimulation)

On editing actually decided I didn’t like this but it’s all done now :P

//

The music was throbbing through your ear pods, the bass unconsciously in sync with your steps up the stairs. The bass which you hoped would also drown out the throb between your legs. The throb which had been damn near constant for days. Literally.

Yoo fucking Kihyun.

//

It’s been about a week since he released the cover of Imagine Dragons Believer. It’s been a week since you made the HUGE mistake of telling him it drove you mad watching him feel himself through the music like that. Kihyun wasn’t due at your place until tomorrow but you were too desperate and sought to tempt fate.

-So what did you think?”-16:03

-You hit it right out of the park obviously! -

-Yeah?-

-Yeah it was amazing. I’d also be lying if I said It didn’t make me want to fuck you so bad right now-

-And what a shame you won’t be seeing me for a week :P-

You pictured the smug first that would have been plastered on his face. Stroking his already inflated ego always put you first class to tortureville.

-What can we do to help my princess get through the week then?- he’d added

-Come over or leave me alone- you’d offered as the lemon green tea doused your throat while smothered in your blankets on your sofa.

-It’s going to be more fun because I’m doing neither…-

Before you’d even finished reading the message you knew whatever you were going to get was THAT Kihyun. The Kihyun that totally consumed. The Kihyun that was so in control you’d do anything he asked because the alternative was much worse. Even if he wasn’t there. You’d rubbed your thighs together, tongue wetting your lips.

-…You’re going to touch yourself for me. Get yourself all worked up for me and I want you to show me –

You read those words in the way his devilish lips would have whispered if he were there. You’d sat up eagerly before replying.

-Want me to cum for you?-

- Definitely not! that’s reserved for me –

God if he could the pout on your face you’d be straight over the table ass out counting how many strikes to your ass you were going to get

-You fucking serious? I’m not seeing you for daaayyyss – You shot back accompanied with an army of sad faces.

-I never specified who it was going to be most fun for. But for that attitude you’re going to do it every day for me. Make sure you record your frustrated whines at the end. I want to hear how desperate you get.-

You cursed yourself and him a thousand times as you took yourself to the bedroom.

-I know you’re a good girl and you’ll do what your told-

You refused to reply and sent the videos to him.

//

Today was day six, to say you were irritable was an understatement. You’d not sent anything to him today. Tempting fate.

Jooheon was the one to let you into the dorm. Apparently catching him mid food prep; a spatula gripped in his free hand. His movements stopped dead. Eyes grew wide as his brain fought to find something he’d likely forgotten.

“Nothing was planned, chill. This is a surprise Kihyun when he gets in kind of thing” His shoulders dropped.

“Thank god my brain just panicked I’d not put enough food in. On that note though have you eaten? Want me to make you something?

“No thanks. But I do have a small favour to ask though” eyes on the floor observing the converse slip past your heels.

“Sure what’s up?” You took a quick gauge of the room. Minhyuk gave you a quick soft smile and nod before his eyes flew back to the large plasma screen to focus on holding his lead against Hyungwon in whatever overwatch thing was going on. Hyungwon’s eyes briefly acknowledged you but he was too busy squealing and wincing.

“Can you guys make yourself scarce for like ten minutes when he gets back pllleeeaaassseee”

You were responded with a blank, processing look on his face. Changkyun ending up startling Jooheon as he looped his arms round his neck. You don’t know what it is about him but this guy always knows when you’re up to no good. It’s like he knows you’ve got your lacy lingerie set with suspenders on underneath you red and black polka dot dress as well.

“I’ve got this, don’t worry” he stated winking in your direction. You could only roll your eyes amused, bringing your hands into a prayer to him.

“Guys! Let’s go! None of us wanna see when Ki gets surprised” The boys on the sofa fumbled up grabbing their crinkling packets of crisps wordlessly agreeing with Changkyun.

“Thank you soooo much guys, love you” you called after them as they disappeared into their rooms. You checked your phone, you had around ten minutes until Kihyun would be home from the studio. The artificial light of the teardrop lighting had become more prominent as the evening sun descended beneath the blocky skyline of Seoul; purple pastels separated by an orange hue.

You unhooked each button down the front of your dress. You boosted yourself up using the bar style stools to hoist you up to sitting on the marble breakfast island. You were not leaving until you got what you needed tonight and that was absolute in your mind.

It took a few long minutes for the harsh coolness of the marble to regulate to the body temperature of your behind. Phone in your hand aimlessly scrolling through your feed until Ki’s face bubble over took the screen.

“Can I help you” you immediately chimed

“Hey baby, yes you can I’m just getting ho...

His phone barely gripped in his hands. Eyes fixed on the shock on his kitchen side. The words he was going to speak completely strangled out in his throat. He was met with your silence. The misbehaviour screaming in your eyes, lip between your teeth.

“Where are the others?” his words were hesitant, eyes rushing around the room multiple times. He might be … but he was damn private when it came to you; he would not have any of the boys SEE you as you were now. Hear you, I mean he made it a damn point to have you crying him name so they could hear sometimes.

“Making themselves scarce for ten minutes so I can surprise you”

“Yeah?” His bag dropped at his feet, he’d snaked his was over to you zoning in to only you. His fingertips gentle in their dance up your thighs now either side of him.

“Well consider me surprised” he smirked through a kiss.

“Off!” He tapped at your thigh.

The second your feet found stability on the floor, you’d been spun. Stomach pressed to the cold side by a hand at your mid back, other hand trailing upwards in between your legs.

The frustrated exhale swept passed your lips dragging the corner of his up when his hands skipped out at the apex of your thighs gripping at your hips instead.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing princess” his hand slid further up your back to grip into your hair and tug.

“Teasing me into giving you what you want. You still have one more video to make before you get anything from me. So if I were you I’d go to my room put on your collar and wait for me” He pressed a kiss at your shoulder that lingered through the goose bumps. Your bodies moulded together in a final heated kiss before you waltzed off to the bedroom.

Kihyun’s stare held you in permanent unseen restraints. He’d shoved his arm chair to the bottom of the bed, and plonked himself down legs splayed. The top three buttons of his shirt undone hand cradling a camera lense, eagerly waiting in your direction.

Kihyun wasn’t satisfied with just the collar, he’d clipped a metal bar to the O-ring of your collar. Matching cuffs had been strapped to your wrists and clipped onto the end of the bar running vertically down your body. There was some leeway with the chains from your cuffs; not much but enough your hands could dip between your legs.

//

“You’re so beautiful. God it’s hard for me not just to come and fuck you like that” he cooed. The pulsing of the recording red light blurring in your vision as your eyes rolled back.

“Ki..hyun please” You whimpered, nerves igniting at the thought of him giving in to you finally.

“Dinner be ready in 5 guys” Jooheon’s voice echoed through the dorm.

“That’s enough baby. Now I need that mouth of yours before we can leave this room. KNEES!”

You were not going to refuse that tone.

His finger licked under your chin angling it upwards. The camera still gripped in his hand, lens momentarily facing away. He stole a sweet kiss, his lips plump and full against yours.

“I really missed you baby, please tell me you’re staying tonight” the sucrose heavy wrapped in his words, the caramelised glint in his blown-out pupils dancing.

“Mmmhmm” you nodded innocent, despite him being hard in front of your face. His eyes had melted to a softer chocolate fondue.

“Good, you’ll be too tired to leave when I’m finished with you”

“Now show me how much I made you want me”

He decided to keep the camera off, there is no way his hands could have maintained any type of composure. His hands were tightly balled fists in your hair. The deep breathless moans seeping past his pursed lips only kept your core vibrating furiously

//

There were many knowing smirky looks while the boy ate. Every time you pressed your thighs together that bit tighter. Every time he purposely had his hand just that tiny bit too high on your thigh. Every time he whispered to you how bad he needed to feel how wet you were and how he could make It worse. Inside your core was screaming but you physically responded backhanding him wherever you could reach. Obviously, the boys joked and scolded you; this only had Kihyun erupting into more giggles knowing full well you couldn’t defend yourself and say why.

Asshole

With that said you couldn’t quite call yourself the innocent party; sitting on his lap; minutely gyrating your hips earned you many harsh sly squeezes and warning stares.

With the bedroom door finally shut, it took Kihyun mere seconds to rid you of his white tee and joggers. You were already whimpering, desperate putty in his hands.

“Think you’ve waited long enough for me?” Kihyun cooed as you melted underneath his sweltering presence into the mattress.

“See how much longer you can wait” he shot in before you could answer. His hands not reaching you once, they stayed firmly either side of you; only his lips and nose grazed your skin. He knew you disapproved by the way you shifted on the sheets, his lips only curled up into a smirk on your chest before taking a firm bite. The sting had you squirming under him, at least the blossoming red will be coverable with clothes

Makes a change

The tip of his nose traced down your stomach in lazy patterns, every warm breathe fanning a new wave of goose bumps.

“Ki…please!” The nips and breaths on your thigh became way too overwhelming.

“Sorry princess” His head hovered over your core lowing air. You shuddered with an irritated groan.

“Sensitive, are we? A week of not being able to cum. Too much for you when you know I’m here Dying to fuck you?”

“Do you even have to ask” you breathed exasperated. Kihyun’s teasing was merciless at the best of times. He’d always have a flurry of cursing thrown his way.

“Now now, don’t make me keep you waiting any longer” blowing again, your body tensed holding on to every bit of sanity it could muster.

“Say please once more and I promise I’ll let you cum…”

Jesus Christ

“On one condition”

“Ugghh anything!” You would have sold your soul at this point. Your complaint caused a light laugh as he looked up from between your legs.

“I get to hear cry out my name? Your videos have drove me crazy this week, I want you so fucked out”

In his pause waiting for you to respond he stripped himself of his shirt. Finally. He necked half a glass of water before dipping back down between your legs. Eyes completely absorbing every ripple of his biceps and shoulder muscles until he’d positioned himself. With the guys preparing for a comeback he was at the gym more and no matter what he did most of the tone ended up being held in his shoulders and after a week of frustration you were entranced to say the least.

Your vision knocked off kilter.

“Shit!” You’d neglected to notice the amount of ice Kihyun had purposely put in his glass. Breathe was swiftly hijack from your chest. The ball of his metal tongue bar still ice cold pressed to your clit had your knuckles brimming white in the sheets, air forcing out through pursed lips. The fatal concoction of the cooled metal and the warmth of his mouth kicking the volume of your shocked moans to way too audible.

“Fuck you sound sexy but you’ve got to be quieter than that, I don’t want to gag you” He bobbed up gulping another mouthful, you could swear you heard even more crunching on ice. Wrists growing tighter in preparation.

//

“Is that good baby? Need to cum yet?”

As if your whines and writhing didn’t tell him this.

“Beg for it and you can have it” he cooed, chin glistening with you. Lips making there way up to yours at an agonisingly slow pace. Each hot kiss strong, liquidated with need. He found the taste between your thigh all too hard to pull himself away from.

“Beg” he asked again through a kiss you struggled to not cry through.

“Kihy…un please, I need you, jesus..Ki…please” whining with a fervent urgency.

“Oh I know you can do better than that princess” he goaded fingers hovering over the desperate core moments from sending those shockwaves you so badly needed.

“Fuck I swear… please let me cum, I’ve needed you so bad, please I’ve been craving your cock all week. Give it to me…I can’t…”

“Better, oh you know I’ll give it to you baby, but you can give this to me first” Your back arched to a perfect crescent, feeling his fingers stroke the front of your walls, that precious velvet goldmine.

Your neck peaked in front of him head rolled back into the sheets. His lips clamping down on you, hot pants fanning a hot breeze across your neck. Palm firm against your core.

“Fu…” your words grew silent. The pressure remaining firm sending longed out waves as the aftershocks started throbbing through your nerves. A growl rolled around his throat, his hips rolling against nothing. He was starting to feel desperate, aching for you.

“God I’ve never needed you so fucking much” he panted into your neck. Tracing his fingers through the mess he’d created. His bottom lip disappeared between his teeth; dangerous eyes ravenous for more of you. Your body still recalibrating back down to the earth gave him no response.

“Are you still going to be a good girl for me a few more times?”

“Mmm I wanna be” you shuffled pressure at his hips, his knee pressed against your core allowing you to circle your hips against him. Your hands raced to his belt, fumbling the buckles undone. You needed him out of those tight jeans.

“Needy much” he teased, a small grunt of relief when the tight denim was dropped to the floor. He climbed back on the bed climbing past you to sit against the backboard. Rolling on your front to follow his presence.

“Come and sit on my thigh baby girl” A small pout formed on your lips.

“You think I’d give you my cock that easy huh? Not until your shaking with tears in your eyes”

“Mmm” you hummed your throbbing clit now pressed to his thigh. Both hands resting a loose grip either side of his neck.

“And don’t act like this isn’t one of your favourite things. Use me like the desperate princess I’ve made you”

“Do I get to touch you?” Ghost like touches trickled down his chest underneath the rapid barely controlled movements of his breathing. Doe eyes pleading against his blown eyes that struggled to lift from the shine glistening on his leg.

“Only until I tell you to stop” Your hand had already teased beneath the elastic of his boxers.

“Ugh” God the way the veins in his neck twitched as his head rolled back against the wall. Your hips angled onto his tensed thigh. His grip loosened around the wrist of the hand sliding down his shaft when he’d decided on the pace that wouldn’t shove him off the edge.

“You sound just as pretty with my hand round your dick as when you sing” your breathes mixing, perspirated foreheads pressed together both focused eyes down. You’re hips ground harder, hand speed moving in proportion.

“Tch… stop” Kihyun choked gripping at your wrist again. He guided your hand to the meet the other at the back of his neck.

“Focus on you, I wanna watch you fall apart” He pressed at your chest, straightening your back leaning back. His hand trailing your skin, each fingertip curving round your breasts taking every inch of skin to a heightened state.

“Don’t stop princess, you’re so beautiful. Cum for me baby” He shoved his hands down onto your hips pushing down as your head and arms fell forward onto him. He shoved his hand to the back of your head pushing you into a kiss to keep the moans ravaging out of the room as your muscles pulsed sweetly.

“Mmm I could watch that all day” Kihyun cooed kissing you with a sweetness worthy of diabetes. Your head swirling in climatic bliss. He sat up, maneuverer you beneath him. Your hands default dropping to either side of your head.

“Are you joking?” You panted soul packing up good and ready to leave. The devil stood tall in front of you, smirking down, eyes dark.

“I want one more” his fingers drummed against your wand that you were sure you were about to regret leaving at his.

“Now you have a choice, either I can hold it until your begging me to stop or you can?”

“You hold it”

“Pleeasssee” you added.

“Anything for you”

//

The vibrations had you whining, tears pricking at the side of your ears. Sensitivity hijacking every single nerve ending at your core. Kihyun’s head buried in your neck, low moans fanning your neck as your cries only made him strain harder to not buck into you.

“Colour?” Kihyun asked, his weight not allowing you to move, wand still harshly pressed to you. Your muscles drained of energy, the forced convulsions post climax forcing them to run past empty.

“Yel..low” you whimpered. He showed mercy freeing you of stimulation. He thumbed the corner of your eyes, the clear droplets chased its way over his knuckles.

“Had enough of me yet?” he breathed between gentle kisses down your body, a sweet trail of plump lips.

“Mmmm” you hummed not even in response more a noise of waning bliss.

“So you don’t want my cock after all your whining this week?” Eyes shooting open

“I do, Ki…please I’ve needed you soo bad” your body running on pure desperation.

“And just think all because I released a cover video”

“Roll over ass up add bits!” he ordered. You just about pumped enough strength into your muscles to obey.

“Here baby, save your energy” He rolled up a couple of pillows and plumped them under your stomach. The caramel chocolate of his voice melted and gooey.

“I’ll go slow baby”

You knew this was for him as well as you. He thrived on working you up to the point he’d be painfully on edge without even having you. He needed enough left to shove you into bliss once more with him.

Noise was no longer a concern, all you had left was breathless pants and groans.

“I never wanna believe how good you feel” Kihyun managed choking through his words, his hips light in their juts into you. Hips controlled by his hands secured at your hips, your head rolling hard into the mattress. Colour draining from your knuckles attempting to blend into the white sheets scrunched around them. The slow ascent torturous as it was sweet.

“Baby….” You choked.

“Mmm”

“Please go faster” you whined, the slow build up in your muscles was aching every fibre past the point you could cope.

“Why’s that princess?” Kihyun slowed his hips the demon.

“Want to…cum…please”

“You know you can’t be quiet when I fuck you like that” …

“Don’t…care…gag me” you managing panting through pursed lips. His hips stuttered in approval, a growl vibrating in his throat.

“Well… how can I refuse”

“Ugh” you both groaned in unison, disapproving of the emptiness you both felt.

Silicone ball consuming the inside of your mouth, leather taut across your cheek.

“Look at me baby” You were cross legged pillows hugged at your chest. Longing glazed over eyes looking up at him, hair fallen over your face. The red tinted skin around your eyes proof of your complete undoing.

“You are soo pretty like this, my fucked out good girl… Get back with your ass up” Thank god you were gagged. The now muffled squeal would have certainly drawn attention from the dorm. He spared no energy going easy on you, his hips snapping into you.

“Is this what you wanted? …Want you to cum with me, Okay!” Your nod into the mattress was not seen, your okay signal with your hands was. Your right hand flew to the side of his thigh, red crescents soon dented in his skin.

“Close baby?” You were falling apart quicker than hips could keep up.

“Fuck, keep doing that” hips slowing when you pulsed your walls around him.

“Mmm like that… okay…baby ready?” He didn’t need your hand signal, your body stiffened. Your concentration holding on to his ever-becoming sporadic hip thrusts. You waited for his delectable deep as fuck low groan and his body to still before you let the last wave of muscle spasms ravage your muscles of every last contraction. Long drawn out pulses drawing more water to your eyes, teeth gripping harder on the rubber.

The perspiration suddenly felt warmer under his palm curving round your behind, squeezing harshly. He half collapsed, more of his skin fusing across your back for a beat before completely falling onto the bed. You fell beside him, the ability to formulate words was still beyond you. Kihyun rolled to face you snuggling a kiss into your neck.

“Want a bath beautiful?” asking while stroking the peak curve of your hips where his fingers had been planted. As the oxytocin fled your system the soreness from the bruises that would surely blossom over the next few days nudged your skin.

“I’ve still got a couple of your fave bath bombs, and I’ll bring you some Vodka aaannnnnnd I’ll maybe even make you breakfast in the morning”

“Babe I’m going to need dinner by the time my body will work enough to leave the bed” you whined dramatically.

“But yes, love yooouu” you added, ridiculous accomplished smirk wreaking havoc on his face as the buckle of his belt secure the trouser back round his hips.

[fuckedurbias]

enemies to lovers (but not really) - yoo kihyun

genre: angst + smutty af

requested? nope

word count: 7.7k !!!

warnings: cursing, alcohol mentions, the smut is dirty af i can’t put it all in a warning oop

A/N: i made kihyun basically a bully and a giant asshole but ik he’s a soft baby and a lovely boy but i just have a lot of pent up feelings towards him, i can’t admit my feelings for him so i just use hatred as an excuse okay its a personal problem. pls dont hate me!!

You couldn’t get rid of him no matter how hard you tried. It was hard enough that he was involved in your close friend group and you had to see his face often, but he also genuinely enjoyed seeing you get so heated over the mere sight of him.

“For once, for once can he be working when we hang out or I don’t know… maybe just not be invited?” You groan, angrily looking out the window of Changkyun’s car with your arms firmly crossed.

“Look we can’t just not invite him, he’s still our friend. It’s not our fault neither of you can stand each other, you’re lucky either of you get invited to these things do you really think any of us want to deal with the never ending bickering from you two?” Changkyun shook his head, dreading the thought of all the arguing he’s going to have to deal with tonight.

“He starts it! You really expect me to just take his little digs at me?” You huff.

“He only does it because he knows for sure you will fight back; I’ve told you this how many times? Hell, he’s told you that himself yet you still give him the reaction he wants, if you just ignored him he’d stop” “I really doubt that” You mumble, staring at the road ahead. Changkyun never beats around the bush with you, but that is why he was your best friend, both as feisty and fiery as each other. It is probably a bad dynamic since you both just feed off each others intense vibes and don’t hold back with others who aren’t either of you, who often can’t handle such honesty and bluntness. Most times you love Kyun being honest with you, but times like this; when talking about the person who makes your blood boil more than anyone else, you really hated it. Maybe tonight you will take Kyun’s advice and ignore Kihyun, just to prove him wrong when Kihyun continues to terrorise you and he can finally get all the blame he deserves.

As soon as you got out of the car you could see your group of boys through the big window at the front of the restaurant, sitting on the table right next to the window as per usual. Thank god they were all talking and too preoccupied in looking at the menus arguing over what they were going to order to notice you and Kyun walking in. There is seriously only 1 whole brain cell in this goddamn group and it belongs to you. Without you they wouldn’t get anywhere. You hide behind Kyun as you enter, both so Kihyun won’t see you and pester you before you even get to the table and so you can see where he is sitting before you reach the table and plan how you will avoid him as much as you can. You and Kyun reach the table and stand there silent for at least 30 seconds before any of them notice you, they were really going at it between themselves. Sitting on the wall side was Minhyuk, Kihyun, Jooheon & Hyungwon. Facing the rest of the restaurant and their backs to you and Kyun right now was Shownu and Wonho, sitting on the side closest to the window with the two free seats for you and Kyun next to them at the end of the table. Finally, Hyungwon turns around from watching the other three boys argue next to him to see you and Kyun standing there, staring at them with the biggest look of disapproval on your faces. He smiles and nods, nobody else noticing you. Minhyuk, Kihyun & Jooheon were all arguing over what food they wanted to get and Shownu was asking them, practically begging them all to just settle on either one meal or one meat option each for the barbecue otherwise it would end up being too much money and not all of it would be eaten anyways. Wonho was just disassociating on his phone. Kyun clears his throat, still no response, so he just sighs and pulls out the seat next to Shownu, leaving you to sit on the end of the table across from Hyungwon. He knew you would appreciate that, wanting to be as far away from Kihyun as possible, but two people down from you on the other side was still too close. The other 3 boys on the other side all look up when they hear the chairs being pulled out, nod at you both and go back to their food issues.

“Look, you three need to shut up for a moment and we need to ask these two what they would like now. So you three need to settle your issues ASAP otherwise this will just end up like last time” Shownu demands, tone very clearly desperate. “I’m okay with anything, I just want food” you say, which earns a smirk and a loud nose exhale from Kihyun, whatever that was meant to mean you had no idea and you didn’t really care to know. You didn’t even look his way, focusing on the menu Shownu handed to Kyun.

“Same for me, as long as you get some kind of beef for the barbecue I don’t care. Also as long as you three stop arguing so I can eat quicker” Kyun says, handing the menu back to Shownu. The other three pout and huff, settling on a meal and a barbecue option amongst each other. You’re rather shocked Kihyun hasn’t made a single dig at you yet, this is a new record for him, but you put it down to him being more concerned about his empty stomach for the time being. Hopefully when the food arrives he’s too busy scoffing food down his throat to be bothering you.

As per usual, Wonho ended up being the barbecue dad as he put the first load of meat onto the barbecue the sound of the satisfying sizzle filling your ears and everyone was happily digging into the dishes. The last dish arrives and you gasp in excitement and try to quickly finish your current food so you can grab some of the new one before all the boys finish it first with their bottomless stomachs. “Woah, relax and stop acting like a pig. The food won’t go anywhere” Kihyun laughs, widening his eyes at you in a mocking way.

“Kihyun what the fuck? Mind your own business and back off, dude” Kyun snaps.

‘Ah, here we go’ you think to yourself. You feel that pang in your stomach, wanting so badly to snap back at him instantly but you remember the car ride and decide to stay quiet. For some reason what he said this time actually hurts you. Why? You’re not sure, you hate it, you feel weak. You feel like running to the bathroom to hide the hurt that you’re pretty sure is showing clearly on your face, especially since you usually snap back instantly. You ignore Kihyun, don’t even glance at him and just continue to grab yourself a nice amount of the new dish and place it into your little bowl, trying your best to eat it without looking too upset. A few seconds later, Wonho finishes cooking the beef and takes everyone’s bowls and gives them a fair amount of it before putting the next load of meat on.

“Are you okay?” Hyungwon asks you quietly, leaning across the table. “Yeah I’m fine, just really tired from all my classes today” You give him a soft smile and a nod, appreciative that he actually checked up you even though you hate that it’s clear you are upset.

“Ah okay, I was worried that you we- “

“How has everyone’s week been?” Minhyuk yells from his end of the table, largely exaggerating the loudness of the restaurant chatter and music.

“We’re all University students, how interesting could any of our weeks have been?” Jooheon replies, beef stuffed in his mouth. “Well I’m sorry I’m just trying to make fucking conversation since none of you have made an attempt to” Minhyuk snaps, gesturing his hands out to everyone around the table and then clasping them together.

“Jooheon are you trying to imply that you actually go to class and spend your time outside of class actually studying?” Wonho says, not even glancing up as he turns over all the meat. Everyone on the table cracks up laughing.

“Hey! I was not implying anything, even if when I don’t go to classes; which I do most of the time by the way, I just stay home which still isn’t interesting… and I do study!” Jooheon leans back against the wall, arms firmly crossed with a grumpy pout on his face.

“It’s okay Joo, I think staying home and watching Netflix… or studying and going to class like you apparently do, is a lot more interesting and entertaining than being one of those students that goes out all the time and constantly gets drunk, high and is basically brain-dead 24/7” You say, stuffing the meat in your mouth into your cheeks.

“You can’t really say that when you’ve never been to even ONE party since you’ve started at University, you wouldn’t have any idea of how it’s ‘not fun’ or what fun even is. You just go to class every day and study and then stay cooped up in your dorm every weekend like a complete loser,” Kihyun doesn’t even breathe once, “oh and please, don’t talk with your mouth full”. Minhyuk whacks the back of Kihyun’s head, looking at you with sorrow. You felt your blood pressure rising, wishing so badly you could split his chopsticks in half and shove them up his ass. However, you just sat there looking down at your now empty bowl trying to hide how red your face now was and your throat closing up, feeling like you were going to cry out of frustration. If he made one more mean comment you were certain you were going to snap, and by that you mean snapping those chopsticks in half and sticking them where the sun doesn’t shine; which is absolutely nowhere near Kihyun.

You guys had finished all the food and were now having a nice catch up, telling each other the funny happenings that had occurred within the last month and a bit that you hadn’t met up properly as a whole group. The conversation though, had drifted to Changkyun, Wonho & Minhyuk ganging up on Jooheon and telling you all stories about the embarrassing things Joo did in high school.

“I cannot believe you did that!! When you were Vice Captain?! In front of the entire school board?!” You screamed.

“Don’t forget that it was a whole school assembly, too! He really just whipped out a little impromptu ‘hip hop dance routine’ in front of the whole school and the school board, you should’ve seen the look of pure horror on the Vice Principal’s face. He got in so much trouble for that and almost got his position taken away” Minhyuk said with a shit-eating grin.

“You’re the one that promised me if I did that you’d pay for my lunch everyday for the rest of the semester, it’s your fault!” Joo whines.

“And I did didn’t I? So why are you complaining?” Minhyuk sasses. “BECAUSE YOU’RE SITTING HERE TELLING EVERYONE ABOUT AN EMBARRASSING THING I DID BUT IT WAS YOU WHO MADE ME DO IT MAKING ME LOOK LIKE I DID IT OUT OF MY OWN ACCORD!”

“Because it’s a funny story, and I didn’t force you to, you had the choice to say no”

“NO YOU DIDN’T GIVE ME A CHOICE STOP LY- “

“Okay enough you two children” Shownu interjects. If he didn’t stop them now this would continue for way too long, they’re worse than you and Kihyun.

“Oh my gosh wait, Wonho! What about that time you told Minhyuk you’d give him $50 if he licked the swing-set” Changkyun gasps with the sudden memory.

“Wow, yes! The chain handle part”, Wonho laughs “and he actually did it and ended up in the nurse’s office because he instantly got really sick and had to stay home for the rest of week!”. Everyone bursts into laughter.

“Hey I don’t regret a thing, that $50 was worth it. I bought some sick gym shoes with that money” Minhyuk smiles. You were in tears with laughter.

“Man I wish I knew you guys in high school, you seem like you were even funnier and dumber back then” You cry.

“Hey, me and Kyun weren’t and aren’t dumb it was and is just those two” Wonho acts offended. You really do wish you knew them back then; it would’ve definitely made your dull high school life a lot brighter. You’re grateful you know them now of course, they make your stressful, overwhelming University life a lot more bearable. You and Kyun were both Literature students, Minhyuk, Hyungwon & Shownu all Dance & Performance students and then Joo & Wonho were Music Production students, where they met Kihyun as he is a Music Performance student and they work together a lot. The boys that already knew each other from school brought along their friends that they met in class who didn’t have friends to hang out with yet, and then you all became a close nit group and all friends with each other separately… well, except for two of you.

“I don’t know Wonho, I’d say you’re also pretty dumb” You say slowly with a sneaky grin, “are we not going to address that very dumb, embarrassing thing you accidentally did in class no less than what, two weeks ago?”. He looks at you confused.

“Remember, Jooheon messaged the group chat instantly screaming out of secondhand embarrassment?” You push.

“Oh- OH GOD yeah we aren’t going to address it remember I asked specifically for nobody to ever talk about it again that’s why we haven’t spoke about it and won’t” Wonho blushes, “it was very traumatic for me and I removed it from my brain and now you’ve reminded me and now I’m going to cry myself to sleep tonight”.

“But you admit that you are pretty dumb, right? At least sometimes” You laugh.

“Are you serious? You’re straight making fun of him for something that he seems genuinely humiliated by and didn’t ever want to talk about again. That’s so rude why would you joke about something like that?” Kihyun snaps at you before Wonho can reply. You feel that pang in your stomach again, genuinely taken aback.

“Dude chill, I know she was just playing around. I was also joking, it’s not that deep” Wonho replies, glaring at Kihyun. You slam your hands on the table and stand up, staring at him like you’re about to stab him with the barbecue scissors. The rest of the boys stare at you in shock, expecting you to rip into him. Instead of doing that like you wanted to, you just turn around and walk out the door of the restaurant, quickly wiping away the tears that are falling out of your eyes.

You sat on the bench outside the restaurant, far away from the window where the boys sat so they couldn’t see you. Your elbows are propped up on your thighs, with with your face resting in your palms and you’re staring at the ground. Your tears are dried by this point but you know if you think too hard they will fall again; which your brain keeps trying to do but you refuse to let it, you will just think of nothing. Your phone keeps vibrating and you know its probably one of the boys - most likely Kyun, trying to text or call you but you really don’t want to talk to any of them right now. You’ll just get the bus or train home later. Suddenly, you feel someone’s hand on your back as you see them sit down next to you. It was Changkyun.

“Hey” He says quietly. You don’t reply.

“Just so you know, before you even got out the door we all let Kihyun have it. For real, none of us are okay with what he was doing tonight it was ridiculous and not okay at all” Kyun grabs your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. You reciprocate.

“He was a straight bully tonight; it wasn’t even just the typical little petty digs they were actually mean, especially since you weren’t fighting back. I’m sorry for saying that he only does it because you react, you should’ve defended yourself” He rubs his thumb over the back of your hand.

“I- I tried to but, for some reason I just didn’t… I couldn’t. I wanted to tear him to shreds but my body just wouldn’t follow through” You choked out, tears welling up in your eyes again.

“It’s okay, just know that none of us boys are okay with what he did tonight and I mean you saw us defending you when you were there. We’ve made sure he knows that he won’t ever be allowed to come out with us again if he’s going to pull that again” Kyun looks into your eyes, making sure you know that he’s serious. You smile up at him, feeling so cared for and loved as a tear falls from your eye. It was a happy tear. Kyun wipes it off your cheek with his free hand.

“Come on, I’ll drive you home” Kyun stands up in front of you and helps you up.

“Thank you, Kyun”, You say, looking up at him for a few seconds before wrapping your arms around his torso “I know we joke around a lot and fight, and I know you find affection gross but, I really do love you a lot and I’m so grateful for you” you silently cry into his chest. Thank god he’s wearing black.

“It’s okay, I love you too. Also I don’t find it gross, alright, just too much of it but at times like this it’s nice” He says. You giggle as he softly pokes your cheek, keeping his hand locked with yours as he walks you to his car.

Changkyun had actually convinced you to come to a party, you don’t know why he wanted you to go, but he did. All the boys were going to be there why did he need you there? He said it was just to get you out of the house so you can clear your mind and forget about your worries for a bit, but you weren’t convinced that was the only reason why, but it was all he would tell you when you would press for an answer. It’s not that you didn’t like parties - you did, it was more the people that were going to be there, doing drugs and all the guys that will try and get in your pants just for the sake of it rather than actually being interested in you in any way. Anyways, you decided to go for the reason he said, just to get yourself out of the house and you hadn’t had a good party in a while and a reason to get all dressed up (totally nothing to do with the reason that you knew Kihyun would be there and you wanted to prove to him that you can have a fun time). You planned your outfit in your head for days in advance, and you were so happy when it actually looked great on you and by some miracle your makeup cooperated with you and came out beautifully, too. You look hot, you’d 100% fuck yourself if you were someone else. You actually feel good about yourself and excited for this party, it really is a miracle. You weren’t going to let anything… or anyone ruin your night. You’re spritzing yourself with perfume when you here the beep of a car outside, you immediately know it’s Changkyun. You grab your bag and do one last look over of yourself in the mirror; taking a quick selfie or two, or three, and then quickly running out of the door while Changkyun beeps at you to hurry up. You run outside and while you’re trying to lock your door properly Jooheon starts beeping the car horn repeatedly, you flip him off as you watch him start laughing his ass off in the front seat. Once you lock your door you quickly walk to the back door, hearing Jooheon still laughing before you even open the door. Shownu gets out of the car so you can sit in the middle.

“You’re such a child! it really isn’t that funny” You frown, climbing into the middle seat.  Jooheon lets out a ‘hoo’ as he wipes a tear away. “I think it was hilarious” Jooheon breathes, relaxing back into the passenger seat.

“She’s right, it really wasn’t” Shownu agrees as he gets back in the seat next to you and shuts the door. Wonho and Changkyun both agree with you and Shownu. “Fuck you guys” Jooheon pouts. Changkyun turns up the radio and reverses out of your driveway. You were really excited for this party.

The music was blasting; you could feel every part of your body vibrate with the bass. It had been about 2 hours since you arrived and you were pretty tipsy, borderline drunk. You had lost sight of any of your friends, the boys, classmates or friends you made literally 5 minutes ago at this party. You’re lost in the music and the tingly, happy feeling that was overtaking your body, you’re dancing the night away, along with any worry you had about anything in your life prior to coming to this party. At least you were, until you feel someone tap you on your shoulder; which you ignored because you thought you were imagining it, and if it was real you wanted them to leave you alone because you were having fun. Unfortunately, it is real and they keep persisting so you turn around angrily. You immediately scrunch your face up in disgust. It’s Kihyun.

“I need to talk to you” He slurs, grabbing onto your shoulder for support as he almost trips onto you.

“No you don’t! Fuck off” You say in a matter-of-fact tone, immediately smack his hand off you. You storm off, Kihyun following behind you.

“Please! It’s important, please just let me do it I can’t wait until next month when I next see you to talk to you, please” He begs, yelling in your ear over the music. “Then don’t. Simple” You snap back. You walk fast, pushing through the crowd of people struggling to make it through them without tripping over, the effects of your last drink starting to push you past tipsy. You’re looking for even one of the boys or just anyone to help get Kihyun away from you, which is really hard in this state and with Kihyun hot on your trail trying to plead with you. You see Minhyuk watching a game of beer pong; cheering and being even more loud than usual. You quickly run up to him and pull on his sleeve.

“Minhyuk please help me”, you look at him with big puppy eyes “Kihyun keeps saying he needs to talk to me, he won’t leave me alone and is practically harassing me, please help”.

He looks down at you, then behind you to Kihyun, then back to you.

“Oh yeah, we all told him he should talk to you”, your face changes to one of utter confusion “you should listen to him, he wants to apologise because he genuinely feels horrible. You don’t have to accept it but I think just listening to him would be good for the both of you”. You look offended, how could the boys just do that to you? After Kihyun did that to you and made you feel like complete and utter shit? Why would you ever want to listen to him or talk to him again?

“You know that I’m always honest with you, I understand why you don’t want to talk to him or listen to him – I wouldn’t want to either if I were you, but I really think it would be good for both of you to talk out your differences and it would be better for all of us, too. As someone who loves drama, I really want the both of you to just talk shit out and at least be civil. You don’t have to forgive him but just listen to what he has to say, please” Minhyuk slurs, looking you dead in the eyes. The fact he was being so wise in this intoxicated was really saying something. You sighed, he was right. Even if you just ended up hating him more, maybe he was actually genuinely sorry and would stop being an asshole from now on. You may not forgive him, not for a while, but at least you could possibly work towards being… friends?? You turn to Kihyun, seeing him looking pretty pathetic looking at you with such pleading eyes. You take his hand and guide him through the crowd in attempt to find any kind of empty room further away from the pounding music. You doubted you would have any luck though.

Even a wardrobe would suffice but you were really struggling to find an empty room of some sort. If there wasn’t already someone passed out on the bed, throwing up in the bathroom there was a couple (or more) getting up to frisky business – and obviously you couldn’t ignore any of those situations to talk to Kihyun without disturbing what was going on in the room… or disturbing yourself with the latter. You go upstairs and most of the rooms are again, taken, but you finally come across one at the end of the hall that isn’t. You half sigh, half yell a ‘finally’ and drag him in the room, locking the door behind you. You’re so relieved to be able to finally let go of Kihyun’s hand, turning to stand in front of him with your arms crossed over your chest.

“Well?” You gesture for him to start; he just looks at you with a very vacant expression on his face and you sigh in annoyance.

“Are you going to tell me what you begged me to listen to you for? This is your only chance and I suggest you don’t waste it” You tap your foot, already getting impatient. He perks up like a little puppy, suddenly remembering what he was here for.

“Oh, right. I-uh, just wanted to apologise for the other night. I was a real asshole and there’s no excuse for the things I said and did, it wasn’t even banter or petty things like it usually is it was straight bullying and I feel horrible when I remember it. I don’t even know why I kept going after you didn’t react or respond the first time, but it doesn’t matter; point is, I’m sorry. I’m really, really, sorry” Kihyun rambles, slurring and struggling to find the right words.

“Okay. Are you happy now? That I listened to… that? Will you stop harassing me? Can I leave now?” You say barely even acknowledging his apology, you really did find it pathetic and couldn’t bare to be alone in a room with him any longer. You started to walk towards the door but Kihyun stopped you.

“Are you kidding me?” He questions angrily, grabbing your arm to stop you from leaving. You frown and smack his hand off you.

“What?” You snap.

“That’s it? You can’t even acknowledge anything I said?” He says, seeming actually hurt. “Well I for sure am not forgiving you, what else do you want me to do, Kihyun? Because I really can’t even stand being alone in this room with you right now” You try to push past him but he won’t budge.

“You don’t have to forgive me; I just want to know you actually listened to me” He says surprisingly calm. He looks like a kicked puppy and you feel so fucking strange seeing Kihyun look anything but cocky and angry for once in his life.

“You’re being ridiculous, Kihyun. Of course I listened to you why would I bring you all this way, struggle to find a room for us to use for 5 seconds to not listen to you at all? Especially if seeing you so desperate to apologise to me brings me such joy?” You say it as if you were explaining it to a child, dragging out that last sentence especially longer. You see Kihyun’s expression changing to the usual one of anger, god you’re getting so much enjoyment of having the higher ground right now.

“Not to mention”, you walk closer to his face “that ‘apology’ was nothing short of just, plain pathetic”. Using your finger to put the quotations around ‘apology’, you have the biggest smirk on your face. Kihyun runs his tongue over his cheeks as he steps closer to you, inches from your face. You don’t cower one bit, in fact you look him dead in the eyes as you chuckle.

“Pathetic?” He questions, looking down at you.

“Hopeless, pitiful, miserable, plain fucking shit or whatever you wish to call it, really” You reply, not even trying to hide your enjoyment. You barely finished your sentence before Kihyun turns you around and slams you into the wall, arms either side of your head. He did it so quickly you’re actually shocked, especially since he’s drunk and his reaction times are meant to be slower.

“You’re really, really fucking pushing it” He whispers, spacing out his words to make sure you’re perfectly understanding how angry you’re making him. “And? As if you’re going to do anything about it” You scoff, arms crossed over your chest. You refuse to show any sign of intimidation, though you actually are quite shocked right now. His gaze doesn’t move from your face, he’s breathing heavily and you hate this tension surrounding you both right now, its silent apart from the screaming of everyone outside and the muffle of the music downstairs. You see Kihyun’s gaze fall to your lips for a second, so brief that you wondered if it was even real or if you were making it up.

“See, I knew it. You’re not going to do anything because you’re just as pathetic as that apology wa-” Before you can even finish your sentence Kihyun slams his lips into yours. Your eyes are wide, part of you wants to push him away but an even bigger part of you refuses to back down. You slide on your hands to his hair, entangling your fingers in it and pulling harshly, he moans in response. He deepens the kiss, a hand on your neck and a hand on your back, pulling you closer to him. You slide your tongue against his lip and he responds by sliding his tongue in your mouth, refusing to let you take even the tiniest bit of dominance. You bite and pull on his lip as you pull away, breathless. You lean your head back on the wall as he starts leaving kisses along your jaw, moving down to your neck. Your hand is still pulling on his hair and your other one is latched onto his shoulder. His hands move down to your ass, squeezing it.

“You better not leave hickeys, we’re not high schoolers” You whisper. He lets out a scoff as he moves his hands down to your thighs, signalling for you to wrap your legs around him. You do so, kissing down his neck to his collarbones as he moves you to the bed. He throws you onto the sheets, you open your legs as he slides his body in between them. You start making out, even more heated than before, your lips and tongues moving in sync. Kihyun moves his hand up to your hair, pulling on it as you whine and press your hips up into his, he grinds down against you in response. You slide your hands under his shirt, digging your nails into his chest and he groans as he continues grinding into you harshly. His hand that is on your hip slides down your thigh, moving it up and around his back as he pulls away from the kiss, breathless and he sits up to slide his shirt off. For fucks sake, why does he have to be so attractive yet so annoying.

“Are you going to actually do anything or just continue to play around?” You pant, staring up at him. Before he can answer or do anything in response you flip the both of you over so you’re now straddling him. You roll your hips over his crotch a few times, feeling his bulge very prominently through your panties under your skirt. He tries to flip you back over but you put your hands on his shoulders and give him a look that makes him fall back and give up. You slide your shirt off, revealing your cute, lacy bra that you always wore to these kind of occasions in case you did get some action and would look at that? This time you actually did. You give Kihyun a passionate kiss on the lips and pull away quickly to start kissing down his jaw agonisingly slow, he accidentally lets a little whimper slip as his eyes flutter shut which makes you giggle softly, he’s actually cute when he’s needy. You then move to his neck, then his chest, then his stomach all the way down past his belly button and stop at the hem of his jeans. He snaps his eyes open as he looks down at you with dark eyes and you just bite your lip and give a bratty smile in response. You don’t break eye contact as you undo his belt, pulling it out and throwing it on the ground to then unzip his jeans and yank them off. You walk your fingers up his thigh, stopping just before you reach his bulge.

“Stop teasing or I swear to go-” He growls, you started palming him through his boxers before he even finished his sentence and he ended it in the cutest whine you’ve ever heard. You smile as his hips snap up instinctively at even the tiniest bit of friction as you slowly palm him, curling your fingers to fit around his shaft. He has one hand gripping the sheets and another around the headboard, he’s trying to keep his hips still but is really struggling to not roll against your hand. You decide he’s had enough teasing for now and stop palming him to pull down the waistband of his boxers, pulling them all the way off. His dick snaps up as soon as the boxers are off it, hitting his stomach and he grunts at the sudden contact of air against his throbbing cock. Once his boxers are discarded, you wrap your hand around the bottom of his shaft and start to pump him, flicking your wrist as your hand moves up and down. Kihyun immediately snaps his hips up, breathing out a ‘fuck’ as he watches you through half close eyelids. You hate to admit it but, he looks so pretty right now. Precum is already starting to leak out of his tip, so you bring your mouth to it and slowly lick it off with the tip of your tongue. Kihyun throws his head back with a choked moan as you slowly circle your tongue around his tip, you place your lips around and suck harshly, never stopping the movement of your hand. His hand gripping the sheet starts feeling around for your head, gripping onto your hair and trying to push you down so you’d take him in your mouth.

“Keep being pushy and I will stop everything and walk out of this room” You snap. He immediately loosens his grip on your hair and you go back to sucking on his tip again, flattening your tongue as you slowly take him in your mouth. Kihyun grunts and bites his lip hard, trying to stop any kind of moan from slipping out. He looks down at you as you’re bobbing your head up and down, bringing your hand up to meet your lips as you pump him at the same time.

“You know, if you weren’t so annoying I’d say you look so hot right now” He says, struggling to speak without it coming out in a moan. You roll your eyes, he was very dumb to say that because you are literally sucking his dick and could bite it off at any moment… but he also implied that you look hot, which sent tingles right down to your clit. You removed your hands and moved your mouth all the way down to the bottom of his shaft, almost gagging as he hit the back of your throat. His grip on your hair tightens again and he guides your head up and down, your grip hard on his thighs as you try not to gag. You’ve hollowed out your cheeks and flattened out your tongue as you suck along with your head movements.

“I’m so close” Kihyun breathes, the muscles in his lower stomach visibly tightening. You remove his hand from your hair so that you can fasten your pace, bringing your hand back in to pump him again. He throws his back, cursing repeatedly and you feel his dick twitch in your mouth. Right as he reaches the peak of his high you take him out of your mouth and remove your hand, sitting up on his leg to watch and relish in his agony.  His head snaps up as his face darkens immediately.

“Oh baby, you are going to regret that” Kihyun coos, the way ‘baby’ rolls off his tongue unsettles you and causes a very hot feeling in your core.

“Don’t call me baby” You command, returning his dark gaze. He sits up and pushes you down on the bed, your head hanging off the end of the bed. He reaches his hand down under your skirt, pressing his index finger hard along your slit; applying the most pressure where your clit is. You bite your lip, whining a little.

“Wow you’re already so wet and I’ve done absolutely nothing” He says cockily. “If you’re really going to be this cocky already you better be bloody good” You snap, rolling your hips against his finger. He chuckles and nods, fair argument. He starts to rub your clit through your panties, making you gasp at the sudden movement. He uses his other hand to unclasp your bra and slide it off your arms, he throws it to the side and immediately starts to kiss and suck on your tits. You run your hands through his hair as he assaults your chest and clit at the same time. He moves your panties to the side and slides his index and middle finger into your hole, moving his thumb to your clit. You let a loud moan slip, his fingers curling right up to your sweet spot. After he’s pleased with the pretty bruises he’s left all over your tits he slides his lips down your body until he’s at the hem of your skirt. You lift your head up to watch him, he smirks up at you as he slides his other hand under your skirt to the hem of your panties, pulling them down your thighs slowly. Knowing what was about to come gave you such a restless rush in your core. You kicked your legs, ushering him to hurry up and he smiles at your desperateness, he pulls them off one leg and holds your other leg up and slides them off. Once discarded, he bends your leg over his shoulder and he lays back down on his stomach, lining his head in between your legs. He starts to kiss up your thigh, stopping for a split second as he reaches your heat before lifting your skirt over his head. He then uses his fingers to part your lips as he licks a stripe up your slit. You arch your back, both hands moving to his hair immediately. He doesn’t waste a second before he starts kissing and sucking on your clit and his fingers return to pumping themselves in and out of your entrance. All the pleasure from when he was only fingering you before returns and intensifies, not having to catch back up to where it was before. At this rate you will be coming within seconds. You pull on Kihyun’s hair as you push your hips down to his face, begging for more. He flicks his tongue against your clit rapidly as he curls his two fingers up into your g-spot at the same pace, making you scream. You have to swing one hand over to the sheets to grip tightly otherwise you were afraid you’d explode. You hated that you were about to come this quick, but you just put it down to waiting for your turn for what felt like hours. You don’t tell Kihyun that you’re close because you already know what he will do, so you just don’t say anything and hope you come before he can stop. He starts sucking on your clit and feels it throb as your walls tighten around his fingers, he decides to let you build it up even more before he stops. You start panting and whining, curses falling from your lips as your eyes squeeze shut. He feels your thighs and muscles tightening around his head and once your hips start to rise more against his face, he stops and pulls his head back out from under your skirt. You don’t realise for a few seconds but once you do you immediately sit up and try to kick him, but he just smirks and slides you over to the top of the bed on the pillows. He wastes no time in pumping himself and lining himself up in front of your entrance, you look down, wide eyed. You didn’t expect this, but you hate how much you want it. He slides himself in with a groan, and you wrap your legs around his hips. He snaps his hips into yours and leans his head into your shoulder as he starts thrusting. The thrusts are deep and at a moderate pace, not wanting to go too fast just yet. Your high already starts building up again, your nails are digging into his shoulders, but with the sweat and movement of his body with his thrusts they start slipping and leaving deep scratch marks down his back. He hissed at the stinging sensation of the scratches coming into contact with the air and saltiness of his sweat, he loved the light pain of it. You couldn’t even moan as you felt like you were about to burst, just whine and whimper, trying to grab back onto Kihyun’s shoulder when your nails reach the end of his back. You tighten your thighs around his hips as your walls tighten around his cock thrusting into your g-spot. Your back arches as you start panting and whimpering, Kihyun holding onto the headboard to be able to reach you deeper. He has his forehead against yours, eyes shut tight as he tries so hard to maintain. You finally come undone as your walls throb around him, pushing him closer to his high. You’re moaning what sounds like his name amongst other things, which is secretly driving him crazy in the best way possible. While you’re still in the middle of your orgasm Kihyun flips you over, shoving your face into the pillow which catches you by surprise. He pulls your hips up with him as he gets up on his knees and starts to thrust faster, hitting you from a new angle but still so deep and so sweet. Your walls are still clenched tightly around him, not coming down from your high but rather building a new one from where you were just at which you really aren’t sure if you can handle. Kihyun licks his fingers and starts to rub your clit with his four fingers, sending unfathomable pleasure straight to the deepest part of your core. You push your hips back against him as you shove your face deeper into the pillow and grip the pillow until your knuckles turn white, about to cry from the pleasure you’re feeling everywhere. You’re sure you’re about to explode for real this time. You let out a muffled scream into the pillow as you come again, your body shakes as it rocks through your whole body. Kihyun’s thrust become sloppy as he feels your walls throbbing against him and sees your juices dripping down your thighs and it pushes him over the edge, he rubs your clit a few more times as he reaches the peak of his high. Before he ejaculates he flips you back over so he can come all over your chest as he pumps himself empty. He’s letting out low moans as he looks down at your face, loving how fucked out and flushed you look. Once he’s all empty he falls back onto the bed next to you.

“I think I win that one” He sighs, breathless. You just turn to look at him, your expression unreadable. You struggle to get yourself up, going blind as you try not to fall on the floor after getting up and hold onto the bed for balance. You walk to the bathroom to clean yourself up, using toilet paper to clean up your chest, noticing all the hickeys but not complaining about them. You brush your hair out neatly with your fingers and wipe off your smudged lipstick and use another bit of toilet paper to dab some sweat off your forehead and face. Once you’re satisfied you walk back out into the bedroom to see Kihyun hasn’t moved, you start to get dressed back into your clothes. Kihyun watches you, not saying anything and you’re glad he isn’t. As you walk past him to leave the room he stops you and grabs your wrist.

“I really am sorry, though” He smiles softly. You snap your hand away harshly.

“You’re going to have to do better than that”

[softly-savage-mint-yoongi]

Pairing: Jooheon x f!reader Genre: smut Words: 3.7k Perhaps it is a cataclysmic storm of stress that drives you to this point. Your work not giving you a productive and jovial reprieve as it so usually did, and even then, returning to the apartment is no better. It is a sad and chilled place, all darker, wet shades cast against the cream colored walls. The sky, too, seems to be weeping for your loneliness in bleak disdain Perhaps it is that you simply missed him. Need to be with him to survive.

Perhaps it is a cataclysmic storm of stress that drives you to this point. Your work not giving you a productive and jovial reprieve as it so usually did, and even then, returning to the apartment is no better. It is a sad and chilled place, all darker, wet shades cast against the cream colored walls. The sky, too, seems to be weeping for your loneliness in bleak disdain.

Perhaps it is that you simply missed him. Need to be with him to survive.

It is this thought, on a damp Wednesday evening during your unappetizing dinner alone, sick of silence as your only companion, that makes you to pick up your phone with sure intent and book a flight for the heinous time of early morning, not six hours from now.

You feel jittery at the prospect of seeing him. You know he will try to text you soon to bid you goodnight from half way across the world.

You don’t sleep. Instead, you pack a bag, thankful you were responsible enough to fill the void of time with normal chores like laundry throughout the week. You shower, attempting to relax even a little.

Decidedly, while waiting for the taxi to take you to the airport, you should text him. Maybe... not him? Maybe one of his brothers? You feel like he might enjoy the surprise.

Texting Kihyun is easy and you trust he will keep your secret safe. It’s midday where they are so you know he will get it.

While you’re on the plane, knowingly a long one, you have time to email your boss and explain that you’re taking the remainder of your use or lose leave for the week but that you’ll be available to deal with email traffic as usual. Luckily, your career is one where this poses no problem, but you still hope she isn’t upset with you when your last paragraph explains you’ll be elsewhere in the world for the time being.

Kihyun also responds and holds a conversation with you via text about your impending visit. His excessive use of emojis tells you he is delighted you’re choosing to scheme with him, and assures you that Jooheon never shuts up about how much he misses you, even without asking.

You sleep, or what you will attempt to pass as sleep, on the eleven hour flight. Not many passengers are on this plane as the hour and day are not typical for travelers. The occasional business person but most of them are sleeping soundly. Jitters keep you awake, too aware to let your sense dip into full unconsciousness.

The attendant sees your restlessness and is kind enough to ask you if you might like coffee, having consumed the large cup you brought with you on the plane hours ago. You smile at her gratefully and nod.

Once you land, it’s difficult to keep the anxious vibrations of your being calm enough to hail a taxi without looking like a madwoman.

Scrolling through your phone, a video about Monsta X pops up. About their concert tour dates, and a smile curls your lips happily. A particular image of Jooheon shows across the video during a performance of Alligator.

You know it by the leather pauldron strapped to his shoulder and across his chest and this outfit is one that puts you on your knees for him too quickly. He giggled like a child and blushed deeply when you whispered such thoughts to him the first time you saw him wearing it weeks ago during a visit to the video shooting.

It dawns on you suddenly, forcefully, that he will be looking like a god and you’re wearing leggings and an oversized hooded sweatshirt, one of his in fact, complete with mismatched fruit socks shoved into an old pair of his Nike’s. Your hair is haphazardly piled on your head underneath a baseball cap and you’re not wearing a smear of makeup.

You grimace, unsure if you even remembered to put on more deodorant during the flight, instead shoving your hand haphazardly into your carry on across the seat and shuffling around until you find it.

You send a text to Kihyun, telling him you’re en route on land to their concert venue and he replies with a picture of the venue, circling the staff entrance you need to go through in messy, thick red lines. They’re about to start performing, this you know.

Part of you is sad you’ll be unable to watch even half of the concert, but the rest of you is thankful that you will not have to fight to be overbearingly discreet to get in without fans noticing and thankful that you will not have to wait the full concert duration to see your loving boyfriend.

The venue is booming as your driver pulls toward the entrance, but you roll your window down anyway. Kihyun, ever doting on all of his brothers and their closely kept someone’s, has already taken the liberty of telling the staff and venue security of your arrival via taxi.

Jiyeon, as you know her, greets you in the underground garage, all warm smiles and excitement as you know is her nature. She is the sun, and her tangerine colored tresses bounce in joy as she gestures for you to follow once you’ve paid your driver and thanked him.

It is difficult to hear her through the booming music of the arena, Hyunwoo’s smooth vocals, the lyrics of Dramarama flow through your heart and you scoff to yourself, finding it fitting.

Jiyeon is guiding you to the lounge where you know you’ll see your favorite pair of cats surely luxuriating in comfort on couches or chairs as they await their owners return.

She shows you the door but does not open it. Before she departs, impishly, you ask, “Does he have a dressing room, by chance?”

Her smile warps into one of knowing and she giggles, cooing lewdly enough to make you roll your eyes at her before you succumb to being a giggling mess right along with her.

“Yes, it’s this way.” She gasps after a moment to corral her giggles into a sentence.

It isn’t far from the lounge that you walk, too caught up in the literal buzzing of your very soul in anticipation of him. The marrow in your bones quaking with the straining effort to feel him, somewhere close but not within reach. This feeling makes you tired from the continuous adrenaline surging thunderously through your veins.

It’s been five weeks since you’ve felt his warmth. He has never gone on tour for this long, or at least not without a break where he could fly home for two days.

Memories of his brothers, his members interrupting a facetime call to groan at you about how awful he is during tour because he misses you and is irritable and whiny. Asking you to desperately come and see him during the next tour, Hoseok in particular whining loudly for you to promise not to make him suffer Jooheon’s attitude. You remember agreeing with a laugh and Jooheon’s pout disappearing from his lips in hope from your phone screen.

By the time you reach the door and are left with your thoughts, you don’t notice there is a new song beginning. Upon entering and setting your bag down beside his, you smile. His phone is plugged in, sitting on the table, with your latest selfie softly glowing on the screen while it charges.

Your eyes catch the small television monitor above the door, thinking it’s probably the same feed as the main camera that lights up the projectors on stage.

Something heavy slinks into your gut, as if you’ve finally let the weight of the last 24 hours pull you down into the upholstered swivel chair seated in the center of the small room.

Alligator is playing on the screen, the live feed showcasing Hyungwon and Minhyuk’s pre-chorus lines. The pair are wearing such lucid expressions but their outfits and postures vocalize the danger, gesturing around the choreography before Kihyun takes center for the chorus.

You find the breath in your lungs is not enough, overcome with something visceral as Jooheon now takes center from the back and walking forward. You can feel your body heating with desire for him, molten hot magma pooling in your core, your mouth watering at the sight of him.

Not just at him physically, but because you have him so completely does this feast for your eyes seem cruel because he is not a meal you may consume right in this instant, when the pleasure of his being is so close. His eyes and his voice and his body moving in shapes that instill something alluring and dark.

The words he is spitting, you know do it in for you. Words of increasing tension, danger, having you, always you, in his radar. In his cosmos, his galaxy. Every star a blip on the radar but yours is the biggest and brightest to him, and the only one he cares to explore.

It sets your skin ablaze, and you find the shoes on your feet have to be kicked off, the heat escaping through the soles of your feet bringing you such little relief.

All of the implication of this song, not just their looks, are not helpful. It’s not helpful the way Changkyun thrusts his hips into his own hand during his part. It’s not helpful the way they step closer to the crowd, through a sheer wall of rain to walk on water on the lower stage.

Your head swims, or more aptly, floats at sea while you watch them dance. Splashing around purposefully to get themselves wet.

You have to suppress the groan that claws at your chest as your eyes remain fixed, hooded and unblinking at the monitor.

The ending, which you love too much for your own good yields a whimper from you. On screen, Jooheon is standing on Hoseok’s right, close to the camera and thighs constricted in those devilish leather pants as he dances. An effect on the projector puts the fire behind them and slows their movements so you can see it all over again in the way he twists his body toward the center, all clawed fingers and teeth twisted into a silent snarl before they tuck into the body rolls.

The way Jooheon’s eyes bore into the camera during such an act have you throwing off the baseball cap and adjusting your hair into a tight bun to distract yourself. His hair is a little wet, as if he had showered twenty minutes ago and he is looking at the lens as if he knows you are here and he knows he will consume you completely.

He looks at it with a promise that has you weak in the knees and desperate for him. The emptiness at the center of your being reminding you that he is not here to ignite you, burn you to ashes for some sense of relief. Not in this moment. Not yet.

Not until, as the song ends and the stage grows dark with screams from their fans, your body begins to tremble with the force of anticipating him.

There’s a possibility they may not come completely back stage for the remainder of the show. During such a pause you are flinging yourself from the chair to rummage around in Jooheon’s bag, knowing he keeps a huge container of water there.

You’re swigging it, lukewarm, finding some semblance of  relief to the aching dryness of your throat. The moment you contemplate if he might come back to his dressing room, the door swings open and there he is.

He screams at first, completely startled at having a person in his dressing room which should normally be empty. You feel a collection of emotions at this. First, you try to swallow the mouthful of water without laughing. Second, you feel so light with relief you’re worried you might float away.

It takes him a moment of pouting and whining at being caught so off guard to register his shock, and it fades in the wake of his pure delight at having you here.

“Is it really you?” he asks, playful but needing reassurance that you are in fact, here.

“I missed you.” is all you say in reply, breathless at the cadence of his voice as it invades you.

He closes the distance with a simple stride, pulling you into him all at once and neither of you hesitate to find each others lips.

“I missed you, too.” he says between your lips, his tongue seeking to trace your own. His hands are gripping your waist firmly, bunching at the fabric of the sweatshirt.

When he has had his fill for a moment, needing a drink, he reaches behind you for the canister you set on the counter.

You’re amazed by your own patience at having him here, now, and letting him release your mouth so soon. While he takes his time, watching you watch him, your eyes rove over his throat, bobbing with each swallow. His white shirt, dabbled with water, and down to those foreboding leather pants. Those pants that, true to your words, make you sink to your knees.

“Baby what are you doing?” he gently asks, eyebrow cocked and head tilted, but otherwise fixed with the canteen still perched at his mouth.

You don’t respond verbally. Your hands rise, palms heavy with a warmth Jooheon can feel permeating through the skin of his thighs.

Something in the way you touch him, even such a simple touch, has an intention so powerful he doesn’t have to receive an answer from you to know.

The physical aspect of your relationship has always been a carnivorous, visceral thing, tangible even through simple eye contact and always relentless, knowing full well what the other is thinking and capable of knowing by simply reading the sparks between your bodies.

“Baby, there’s no time.” he whines lowly, leaning over you to set the canteen back on the counter. His hands tell you otherwise, in the way they move to caress your face and his hips remain still for you.  Just now, Changkyun and Hyungwon are being heralded as angels when they enter for their paired stage according to the monitor.

Your whimper of a simple plea is all it takes to break his willpower, hissing through his teeth and taking two steps back to lean against the door.

Immediately, on all fours, you follow, allowing him the three seconds it takes for those pants to be undone. You choke as you pull them down with effort, half way to his knees.

He is already pulling himself out, half hard at the idea of indulging you and the risk associated with this encounter. He knows you don’t care that his skin is slick with sweat. He knows your desired secrets, one of which is how much this turns you on.

You don’t want to waste any time with this, immediately fisting the base of him and welcoming the length of him into your mouth.

Jooheon slaps the back of his hand to his mouth to stifle his whine. You smile around his cock when you hear his choked, breathy iteration of the word ‘fuck’.

His free hand rests at the back of your head, the pads of his fingers gently pushing into the tender flesh of your neck to urge you closer into him.

You give him everything you know he loves. Everything you know will make him fall apart around your pink lips that you know of. Your tongue dances along the vein running along the underside of him, the pad of your thumb ghosting over the space between his cock and his balls.

When you ascend, you suck hardest just around the head, dipping your tongue into him to collect the excretion of his need for you.

Your body is aching for him desperately. You can feel arousal pooling against your clothed core and you whimper at the lack of attention.

You note his thighs are shaking slightly and his breathing is labored. Stuttered, he sucks in gasps as if he is trying to make it last.

Unable to stop yourself, the hand you were bracing against his thigh slips down his leg, your fingers finding yourself, uncaring that it is through the fabric of the leggings that you touch yourself.

The relief is minuscule, but enough to make you whine with a mouth full of his cock. Jooheon moans in reply, his eyes nearly closed as he watches you take him.

When your eyes meet, he is suddenly pulling you off of him and hefting you up off the floor.

“Fuck, baby.” is all he can croak out. You’re confused at why he stopped you until he has already got his fingers beneath the band of your leggings.

“Oh.” comes your breathless voice.

His hands are hot at your hips as he yanks the fabric down your thighs, right along with your panties. Then he is turning you around, gently pressing your shoulder to bend for him. A desperate whine bubbles past your lips when you realize his intention is to have you.

“Can’t I have you like this?” he implores, even though you both know he doesn’t have to. His brow furrows, eyes pulling away from the glistening heat between your thighs to fix you with a stare through the mirror.

You nod, gripping the counter and pushing your hips back. The way your ass is pressed against his lap makes him bite his lip, and he swallows hard.

“Use your words, baby.”

The instant “please” you whine in reply has his cock sinking deep into you with gratification.

You both moan, too caught up in making the most out of this quick interaction to care if others can hear you.

Jooheon’s hands are all over you. Mapping your body and squeezing a breast through the fabric of the oversized hoodie before sinking down to find your clit with ease.

He moans at how wet you are, the sweetest sound to your ears, while he begins rubbing tight circles against you. There is nothing stopping the cry that spills from you, mouth dropping open and body tightening like a bowstring.

Luckily you have been so aroused for the last hour that it takes nearly no time at all before Jooheon is leaning over your body and growling into your shoulder. He doesn’t seem surprised how little it’s taking to bring you to the edge.

“Baby, oh... baby.” his grunts, gasps of encouragement and pleasure seep into your bones like liquid fire and watching the fucked out expression on his face through the mirror has you breaking around him.

You fight to keep your eyes open, crying out against the sleeve of the hoodie. You can vaguely hear him calling you beautiful, so beautiful over and over as he fucks into your core with a desperation you missed.

When his arm circles your waist you know he is about to come. Keeping you tightly secured to him has always been a tell-tale sign of his impending orgasm. This time is no different as his thrusts become uncoordinated and he can’t help the clipped, stuttered breaths he doesn’t know he has been holding to stave it off until he releases all of the air in his lungs with one long moan. His hips remain pressed, sweaty, against your ass as you feel the scorching fullness of his release soaking you.

The shallow thrusts he finished with are more of a grind as he nuzzles his face into the hood of your top against your back. You’re both breathing heavily as your eyes flick to the mirror to make contact.

The smile he gives in return melts you. For a brief moment, you relax, basking in the love you share with him.

Until an obnoxious knock on the door bolts you both upright.

Kihyun’s voice is sharp and reprimanding when he speaks from the other side, “I am not even going to pretend like I don’t know what’s going on in there, but you’ve got about fifteen seconds before I knock down this door!”

You smile so impishly at one another before Jooheon is flying, grabbing a tissue to clean himself up and stuffing himself back into his pants. You think he always looks good enough to eat, no matter what.

He leans in close to you as you pluck a few tissues from the box, arm circling your waist and pulling you to him.

With his lips at your temple, “Keep it all in like a good girl and I’ll reward you tonight.” he whispers.

The flush of your cheeks at his words has an adorable laugh splitting his lips into a dimpled grin. He kisses your hair before he lets go to slip out of the door.

You stand there momentarily before pulling your clothes back on, listening to Kihyun berating him from the other side of the door as they hustle away.

Once you’re finished and comfortably lounging in the chair, you realize you have several texts. You’re half watching the performance continue from the monitor while you read through them.

The embarrassment paints itself across your cheeks as you read, realizing that Kihyun was not the only one you guessed heard what you and Jooheon were up to.

A simple set of the eggplant, eyes and water spray emojis in one text from Hoseok followed by a thumbs up emoji made you laugh out loud.

Kihyun’s several texts consisted of mock disappointment about having a little more patience and at least waiting until the concert was over.

Changkyun sent a glittering rainbow sticker that said, 'NICE', followed by a button-mashing of letters, followed by a third text that said in all capitals that he missed you and you had better be staying for a few days and he wanted a hug.

You sighed, resigning to watch the rest of the performance.

Needless to say, the time spent with them, especially Jooheon thereafter, was blissful.