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[marksdaydreams]

— name

Baby, Mark drawls, his doe eyes sleepy and his lips in a pout, grabbing at the sheets as you try to pull it away from him. His movements are sluggish and drowsy, but he's so content. The curtains are open and it’s already bright out, but he's so warm and he's drowning in your scent, he wants nothing more than to be here forever;

Lover, he whispers, when you trip over the word “friend” as you introduce him, and it makes him smile. Lover was eternal. Too strong, he thought, to be uttered to others, but that was what you were — his gentle, beautiful lover — and he hadn't missed the way the word brought color to your cheeks;

Cutie, he laughs as you fail to learn another choreography, huffing about a hurting back and accusing Mark of being too perfect. The word slips from his mouth and makes you hit him playfully. What kind of nickname is that? He ruffles your hair as you try to slip away from his reach, but whatever you did right now, Mark found that it was the most adorable thing in the world;

Darling, he says absently, going through his phone. You freeze and answer him anyway but Mark doesn’t miss the pause. Even though he didn’t do it on purpose, he enjoyed that, the way he could still make you stop in your tracks even all these years later;

Dearest, he writes, his handwriting a mess, but he wants to tell you everything all at once, and he doesn’t know if the pen or paper will last. Dearest, I miss you today as I have every second I was away from you. Dearest, your absence is intolerable. Dearest, I love you, I love you, I love you.

[writemekpop]

Stolen Kisses | Lee Taeyong

Summary:  Sneaking off to have sex is tough with a kid in the house.

Genre: Husband!Taeyong, domestic AU, fluff

Word Count: 0.7k

“Yeah, baby, just like that.” 

Taeyong’s breaths were hot against your ear.

With a pre-schooler in the house, you didn’t have a lot of time to be intimate. Whenever you had the chance, you were on each other like teenagers.

He was lying on top of you, arms either side of your head, biceps bulging with the effort. 

You were lying beneath him, stark naked. Only a thin sheet covered you both. 

You secretly loved sneaking around with Taeyong. It made you feel alive. 

His hips were rocking against yours at a sinful pace. You bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning. 

It was crazy to have sex at 5pm, when your daughter was down for her nap – but after Taeyong spent the whole of lunch with his eyes gazing suggestively into yours, winking whenever your daughter wasn’t looking, you couldn’t resist.

Taeyong looked at you like he was a starving man, and your body was the only food.

You turned your head to the side. That’s when you noticed two wide brown eyes staring at you from the dark. 

You yelped. 

Taeyong’s body stiffened. He lifted his head and followed your gaze. When he saw what you were looking at, he swore. 

It was Yumi, your four-year-old daughter. Her purple tie dye pyjamas were crumpled, her face was puffy with sleep, and her black hair was a bird’s nest. 

“Mommy, daddy, what are you doing?” 

You froze. This was your worst nightmare - worse than when you walked out with your school skirt tucked into your panties, with the entire high school sniggering at your exposed butt. 

Taeyong smoothly got up from the bed and wrapped the sheet around his lower half. He pulled the duvet over your naked chest. 

Normally, you were calm in a crisis, and Taeyong was the flustered one, but today, it seemed you had switched. 

Taeyong smiled in a way a schoolteacher might. “Daddy and mummy are having some grown up time. Go to your room sweetie, we’ll be there in a minute.”

The little girl looked at Taeyong, and then at you. Then, she shrugged her shoulders, said “okay”, and padded away. 

You didn’t realise that you’d been holding your breath this entire time. 

You exhaled, feeling dizzy. “Holy shit. Do you think she… saw anything?” 

Taeyong smiled softly. “She’s four. Even if she saw something, she’s not going to know what it means.”

You watched him as he put on his grey sweatpants. You admired his lean yet muscular form, and the many small tattoos that graced his skin. You thought about how much you wanted to kiss them, but then your daughter’s face flashed into your mind’s eye, and you grimaced. 

“How are you so calm about this?” 

Taeyong smiled wistfully, eyes staring off into the distance. “This happened to me once before.” 

You frowned. “When?” 

Taeyong pulled his hand through his silky hair. “Um… my ex’s kid once walked in on us, you know… doing it… on the couch. So I know exactly what to say – it’s a grown-up hug, privacy is important, it’s not your fault, blah blah blah.”

You scowled. You knew Taeyong had had lovers before you, but you didn’t like to be reminded of it.  

Taeyong grinned and stroked your arm reassuringly. It was like he could read your mind. He always knew when you were jealous. 

“Come on, momma.” He purred. “Let’s go and reassure our girl, then we can finish what we started.” 

You bit your lip. Taeyong was a hard man to resist.

--- 

After twenty minutes of comforting your daughter, she finally went to sleep. 

You and Taeyong went back to your bedroom, hand in hand.  

You groaned and leaned your head against his sculpted shoulder. “That was so embarrassing. We are never having sex again, like ever.” 

Taeyong chuckled, deep and manly. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, and placed long, opened mouthed kisses on your skin that made your entire body buzz. 

“I’m sure I can convince you.” 

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[taetr4ck]

Chi-Ka by Tabber and DEAN + Mark Lee

chi-ka — mark lee

mark lee x reader — heavy angst, mentions of breakup, 0.9k words. taglist form.

a/n : omg i see a fellow dean listener !! sorry for the delay, i hope you enjoy this 💗

The gentle turn of the doorknob of your shared apartment with Mark permeated across the room. You immediately saw his back at the kitchen counter, preparing dinner.

“You’re late.” He turned his head to face you, greeting you with his rather exasperated face.

Your love for him is like a thorny rose in a field of tulips. You are willing to pick it although you know you’re going to bleed. Show me your thorns and I’ll show you my hands are ready to bleed—love can hurt and heal—and you are ready to experience all of it.

“Hi, baby. Uhm, something came up and I had to work overtime—”

“God, can you make a better excuse? I feel like I’m talking to a broken record.” Mark faced the kitchen counter again, seemingly uninterested in what you would say anymore. His words felt like a dagger stabbing into your chest, and with every word, the pain in your heart twisted even deeper.

You sighed heavily. “Alright, I’ll go upstairs for a while.”

There was no use in talking to him any longer. You were tired and you just wanted to lie down and shut out the world. Every day spent with him is exhausting in a sense. Fight, make up, fight, make up. It’s draining—soul-crushing, even. The hope that everything is going to go back to the way it used to be is slowly dissipating in your heart, much more in the spark of his eyes.

“You’re not gonna even defend yourself?” His words had a hint of mockery and frustration, making your blood boil.

You felt it up your spine. Everything feels useless, and everyone is just as annoying—no one is listening to you and no one’s gonna believe you, or so you thought. Anger is a dormant feeling and you’re worried it might explode later on. You worry that love can turn into violence. Love can turn into violence. You fear it might happen now.

“Because you’re not gonna listen. Every time I say something, you either appear uninterested or think I’m lying. Seriously? What am I even to you? Your emotional punching bag? I’m tired, Mark. This is not going to work.” You rushed upstairs with tears brimming in your eyes. You’re scared. You’re scared of the ever-so-warm love you have for him. You’re worried that it’s slowly ruining you, and you know that you’re going to let it destroy you. To love is to heal, and to love is to destroy.

You barely made it to the bedroom before the sobs overtook you.

The door clicked shut behind you, muffling the sounds of the world outside, but not the chaos within.

You sat on the edge of the bed, head in your hands, trying to steady your breath. This was not how you imagined your life with Mark would be. You thought of every single thing that might happen between the two of you, and this was not included in your racing thoughts. You thought it was going to sail smoothly and ever so lovely—with dreams of building a future with him—but it just turned into a daily struggle, each day slowly draining your already exhausted soul.

After a few moments, you heard footsteps outside the door. The knob turned slowly, and he walked in, his expression a mix of anger and regret. He stopped a few steps into the room, seeming to reconsider what he wanted to say.

“Look,” he began, his voice softer but still strained, “I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just... I'm frustrated too. We barely see each other anymore, and when we do, it's like this.”

You looked up at him, your eyes red and swollen. “But attacking me every time I come home isn't helping. I can't keep living like this, constantly feeling like I'm walking on eggshells.”

Mark shifted uncomfortably, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to do anymore. I miss you. I miss us. But every time I try to talk, we just end up fighting.”

“Maybe we’ve forgotten how to talk to each other,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe we’ve forgotten how to love each other without hurting.”

You stood up, each step away from him feeling like a piece of your heart was being left behind. 

With that, you walked out, the door closing softly behind you, leaving behind a part of your life that had defined you for so long.

You stepped into the night, feeling the cool air on your face, a mix of melancholy and sorrow washing over you.

“I love you, but this is going to wreck me.” you sigh as you whisper your last message in the tranquility of the night.

—

It’s been a year, yet he still finds you everywhere. He tasted you in the pancakes he made earlier for breakfast. The butter sliding all over it reminds him of the times he brought you to the most beautiful flower garden you’d ever seen. You ran with him all throughout the flowery scene until you had no energy left. The sun brimming through the window reminded him of you, the moments when you would greet him with a kiss first thing in the morning. Last night, he listened to your favorite song—every melody is like a glass shard piercing his heart. He regrets everything he said. He should’ve known better. He should’ve known how hard you struggled at work and with him. Your image is sewn into his mind in everything he sees. Did you think your absence could make him forget you? He cannot understand his life that has no you in it.

He grabs his phone and finds your number.

“I miss you.”

[mykoreanlove]

i am beyond ✨delulu✨ for this man

“Y/N! Baby! Love of my life! Y/N!”

Taemin’s longing calls filled the whole apartment.

It had been a lazy day for both of you; you had not even bothered to leave the bed.

“I’m coming!”, you screamed back, hoping he’d hear you in the other room.

You smiled to yourself as you applied the vanilla-scented lotion all over your body, taking your time to pamper yourself some more. You deeply inhaled the scent and reveled in the feelings it gave you. Safety, comfort, and love, just like Taemin did.

The look in the mirror confirmed it beautifully – you were glowing, radiating with love and happiness like never before.

“Y/N!”

You shook your head laughing and put on a silky robe, making your way over to your bratty boyfriend.

It was dark as the sun had already set but the golden fairy lights he had put up in the whole apartment guided you on your way to him.

Taemin sat on the leather couch, eagerly waiting for you. He wasn’t wearing anything but grey sweats, showing off his upper body deliciously.

His eyes glowed as brightly as the fairy lights as he finally saw you.

“Y/N!”, he smiled happily.

You walked over to him with the biggest smile on your lips, eternally grateful to be loved like that.

Taemin’s eyes didn’t leave you as you walked over to him, quite the opposite actually. He was looking you up and down, gracefully admiring what was his.

You sat down on his lap and brushed away his dark, long hair, exposing his beautiful features even more.

“Why did you call me?”, you whispered innocently.

His hands roamed your body cautiously, treating your delicate skin like marble. Soon after, they landed forcefully on your ass, squeezing, and pulling you closer to him.

“I just missed you too much.”, he answered truthfully.

“We spent the whole day fucking and you still miss me?”, you laughed out loud.

“Technically, it wasn’t the whole day”, he whispered while looking into your eyes deeply. “Let’s make it that though.”

You placed a soft kiss on his plush lips while mumbling.

“You’re insatiable, Lee Taemin.”

Taemin broke the kiss and looked at you, hands at your sides squeezing.

“How could I not be when it’s you, y/n?”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, once again, you were falling for him.

Your lips crashed onto each other, hungrily longing for more.

Wandering hands, grazing teeth, soft lips, and dirty kisses – Taemin loved you in the same way he performed his music: artistically and eclectically.

You were grinding on him, feeling the hard bulge against your throbbing core.

His hands wandered to the front of your robe, untying the knot, and slipping it off your shoulders.

“That’s a very pretty gown, baby. But it looks better on the floor if you ask me.”

You chuckled as you slid it off entirely, exposing your nude body to him.

His eyes widened once more, admiring every single inch of you. Even though he had seen you naked millions of times, he was still taken aback by it. He never made you feel ordinary or taken for granted, no, he made you feel like a precious gem, like something you would die for.

“I was right. You look way better without it.”, he mused.

He placed a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“Taste so good”, he mumbled against your skin.

He buried his head into your neck and inhaled your scent.

“Smell so good”, he muttered quietly.

Taemin loved praising you, whereas you loved the feeling of being praised. His worship got to your head, turning you into a throbbing mess.

“Taemin”, you whined as you circled your hips once more.

“What is it? Is my baby needy?”

You cried out in frustration, needing him right this instant.

His eyes wandered to his crotch, smirking while doing so. The area was dark grey, proof of how needy you truly were.

He shook his head in fake disapproval and looked at you once more.

“So needy for me, huh? Leaking on my sweatpants like that?”

Your cheeks turned rosy, slightly embarrassed by your actions.

“Adorable”, he muttered under his breath as he saw you get shy and look down.

“You really need me that badly, huh?”

You nodded again. With a swift motion he got up from the couch while still holding you, walking towards the bedroom once more.

“Can’t say no to that, can I?”

[moncherijoie]

I need a fluff Taemin where him and reader are dating in private

𝑴𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓★

ᴛᴀᴇᴍɪɴ

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏.

In the corner of a dimly lit café, you and Taemin find refuge from the relentless glare of the spotlight. Here, in the comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee, you share stolen moments of intimacy away from the prying eyes of the world. Taemin, known for his mesmerizing performances on stage, finds himself captivated by the genuine laughter and sparkling eyes of you, a woman whose presence illuminates his world in ways he never thought possible.

"You look so beautiful tonight honey." "Can you stop?" You said in response to him. Looking away as your face began to flush.

"It hurts when I have to be away from you most of the time." Taemin held your hand and caressed it with his thumb. "But I feel safe and secure when I'm with you again."

You look back at Taemin who is now admiring your features. "When do I get to see you again?" You asked. That was all on your mind. You didn't want to worry about the next time anymore.

Taemin pushed some hair strands behind your ear before cupping your face. "Whenever you want because you're my star and I'll do anything for you."

You smiled before he pulls you in for a kiss.

"I'm thankful for you." You said once the two of you separate. "I'm thankful for your mother. Since she made the biggest blessing in my life." He always go over the top to compliment you.

You hid your face in your hands as Taemin laughed softly. "Hurry up and eat, something's waiting for you at my apartment." You eyes glistened as you hurry to finish your food.

Taemin admiring you the whole time as raindrops hit the window.

You were his whole universe.

[headintheclouds-posts]

hiii luv <33

can you do a smutty thingy with kai (from exo) where the reader gives him a handjob/blowjob while he's working ??

big fan here btw :33

Hello sweetie, thank you so much <3 I hope you enjoy

Smutty, some swearing.

Your currently curled up on the old leather sofa that sat in the corner of the studio waiting for your boyfriend to finish recording for the day. He was about to be releasing a new track and was currently working on adding the finishing touches to the song.

You don't even know how long you had been waiting at this point, but you could feel the boredom taking its toll on you as you scroll mindlessly through Tiktok.

Soon enough a familiar song plays through your device and you find yourself staring at your own boyfriends famous fan-cam for his groups hit song 'Love Shot'. You can't help but stare as his fit body moves to the music causing heat to rise up on your cheeks.

Your eyes flicker up to look at the man in question who still working on his song, not knowing the affect he was having you. You start to take in his features, the way he bites down on his bottom lip to concentrate or the strong hands holding on to the arm rest, causing the veins to stick out.

'Fuck, he's pretty' you think to yourself before pulling yourself off the sofa. The need to show him the affect he had on you grew as you make your way under the desk slowly, unable to control yourself.

Soon enough your face to face with his crotch and you bring your hand to his bulge, rubbing your palm against it. The action caused him to jump slightly as he looks down at your not so innocent face.

No words are said between you and he smirks at your knowing look before pulling his chair back into a more comfortable position. You waste no time unbuttoning his trousers and sliding them along with his boxers down past his knees.

Though you had seen his naked body many times, you still found yourself shocked at his size. His member was long and thick and it made your mouth salivate at the size of it.

It one swift movement you wrapped your hand at the base of his shaft and took the tip in your mouth, sucking hard, causing him to shift beneath you.

“Shit, baby” he grunts as his hips jerk towards you, hoping to get more of himself between your lips. You used your hand holding the shaft to pump him more as you sucked more on the top, contorting your tongue to lap up his pre-cum.

You eventually started working your way down his member, hollowing out your cheeks and moaning against him which caused sensual vibrations to run through his body and he groaned loudly in ecstasy at the feeling.

At this point, his hand had found it’s way to grasp your hair, tugging slightly when you teased him. You slowly take more of him in your mouth, trying to fit as much of him in as possible, this act alone made him grunt and shift beneath you.

Your hands pumped what your mouth couldn’t fit and you bobbed your heads at a steady pace, licking and sucking against his shaft. Eventually you felt his body tense beneath you and his hand gripped harder against your hair.

“Baby, I’m so fucking close” he gasped as his breath became more ragged. It wasn’t long before he became undone inside your mouth, letting out loud curses and moans.

You slowly stood up afterwards and moved forward to caress his face as he tried to collect himself which was proving difficult.

“You’re perfect you know that” he says, pulling up his trousers and pressing a kiss against the tip of your nose.

“Actually I think it’s you that’s perfect” you respond as he envelopes you in a warm hug.

[techtechonmymind]

now, kibum… he’s a sensitive boy - don’t hurt his feelings like that 😂

[baejl]

playing soldier

red velvet 6th member au / superm 8th member au

jaebeom spends his first weekend back home after enlisting and jaein has a sudden reaction

WARNINGS: angst - this is my first angst afte a while, hope you guys like it.

masterlist 🦋 requests are open feedback is always important to me!

When Jaein's pregnancy came out to the public, everyone would ask her the same thing: how'd she balance the idol-mom-wife routine? 

And, as expected, Jaein avoided that question as much as she could. Mainly because she didn't have to worry about it.

Everything was already settled with SM and, as for the 'wife' part, well, it wasn't like she wasn't already spending most of her days at Jaebeom's house, living a married life during the weekends. 

But, the girl forgot about one small detail: Jaebeom's enlistment. 

Jaein knew his compromise to the nation. After all, he was a citizen just like any other Korean man. But, gosh, that was hard! - especially when you have a six-month-old baby and is starting the preparations for a comeback.

Luckily, she had a huge network: her family, members, and some nannies she'd eventually hire when things were too intense - the latter being dismissed after some photos and data of John were leaked 'suddenly'. 

However, Jaein missed her husband. More than his father figure, she missed not being in charge all the time and having some time to just be his girl, turning her brain off of the world, not caring about a single thing but when they were going to cuddle again. 

The loud crying in the living room brought Jaein back to reality. Her days were a chaotic blur of toddler tantrums, sleepless nights, grueling rehearsals, outfits fitting, late-night studio sessions... Jaebeom had now enlisted a few months ago, leaving her to handle everything on her own. 

While she prided herself on being independent, the pressure was beginning to crack her. She could feel it. 

When Jaebeom finally called her after a whole week, telling her he'd be having the weekend off, she felt like she had just won the lottery. He came home to John already starting to babble something like "dad" and toddling into his arms. 

With that, for the first time in weeks, Jaein allowed herself to exhale. The love of her life was home, even if just for a weekend. 

But, as the day went on, instead of feeling relieved, Jaein found herself growing more and more irritable. Watching Jaebeom lounge on the couch, playing with John while she scrambled to prepare lunch, clean up toys, and mentally rehearse the choreography she was supposed to practice the next day, a storm began brewing inside her.

By the time John went down for his nap, the apartment was eerily quiet, but inside Jaein’s head, the noise was deafening. Her chest felt tight, her mind racing with everything she had to do—dinner to prepare, choreography to rehearse, emails from SM to answer, and the persistent guilt of wondering if John felt neglected. 

She glanced over at Jaebeom, who was lying on the couch scrolling through his phone, a small smile tugging at his lips as he watched a funny video.

And something inside her snapped.

She slammed the kitchen cabinet shut, the sound cutting through the silence like a whip. 

Jaebeom glanced up, startled.

"What’s wrong?" he asked, his tone casual, almost dismissive.

Jaein turned, glaring at him. 

"What’s wrong? Seriously, Jaebeom? Look at me!” she raised her voice. “I’m running myself into the ground trying to keep this family afloat, and you’re just sitting there, scrolling through your phone like you don’t have a care in the world."

Jaebeom blinked, sitting up. 

"Whoa, where is this coming from?” he chuckled, nervously. “I just got back, Jaein. Can I not have a moment to relax?"

"A moment to relax?" Jaein repeated, already screaming at this point.. "Do you know what I would give for a moment to relax? I can’t even sit down without thinking about the million things I still need to do! I’ve been doing this alone for months, Jaebeom. Months! And the second you come home, you act like you’re some guest here instead of John’s father or my partner." 

Jaebeom’s jaw tightened. 

"That’s not fair. You know I’d be here if I could." 

"Would you?" Jaein shot back, her voice trembling with anger. "Because it doesn’t feel like it. It feels like you’ve checked out like you’ve accepted that this is my problem to deal with while you’re out there, playing soldier for the next two years." 

"Playing soldier?" Jaebeom’s voice dropped, low and hurtful.. He stood, his height towering over her, but she didn’t back down. She trusted him enough to know he wouldn’t do anything else. "Do you have any idea what it’s like for me over there? To wake up at 5 a.m. every day, march for hours, follow orders, and not even have the freedom to come home when I want? Do you think I’m on some vacation?" 

"Well, I think you’re lucky!” Jaein yelled, her voice cracking. "You get to focus on one thing. Just one thing! You don’t have to juggle a screaming toddler, a demanding career, and a house that always feels like it’s falling apart. You don’t have to wonder if your son feels abandoned because you’re too busy performing for the world to read him a bedtime story!" 

"Don’t you dare!” he debated. “Don’t you dare act like I don’t care about John. I love him as much as you do."

"Then show it!" Jaein cried, tears streaming down her face now. "Because all I see is you coming home, taking the easy moments, and leaving me to deal with everything else. Do you think loving him is enough? It’s not. He needs you here. I need you here."

Jaebeom’s jaw tightened, his voice low but firm. 

"Don’t say I don’t see it, Jaein. I see how hard you’re working, and I admire you for it. But you’re acting like I don’t care, like I’m not sacrificing anything. I miss John too. I miss you. Do you know how much it kills me to not be here for you, to not be here for our son?" 

"Then why does it feel like I’m doing this alone?" she shot back, her voice trembling with anger and hurt. "Why does it feel like I’m trying and trying and trying, and you’re just... watching?" 

Jaebeom’s eyes flared. 

"Because I don’t know how to help you when you won’t even let me in! You keep everything bottled up, and then you explode like this. I can’t fix it if you won’t tell me what you need."

"I need you!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the apartment. "I need you to be here! I need you to take some of this weight off my shoulders because I can’t carry it all by myself anymore!" 

Her words hung in the air, the silence that followed deafening. Jaein’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, tears streaming down her face. Jaebeom looked at her, his expression softening as he saw just how much pain she was in.

Jaein followed her way to John's room, not really caring about Jaebeom calling her name. She had to calm herself, otherwise, she'd say even more things she'd absolutely regret later.

She didn't even know why she went to John's room. That was like her safe place. A place where she could just forget about all the problems in the world and focus on the most precious person in the world: her son. John had become her anchor in the chaos, a tiny person who didn’t care about schedules, criticisms, or the burdens she carried. He only cared that she was there. 

Stroking his soft hair, Jaein felt an overwhelming mix of love and guilt.  A perfect mix of two people that were truly, madly, deeply in love with each other. Although people would say John was the spitting image of her, Jaein couldn't spot the similarities. All she could see was a mini Jaebeom lying on his crib and that made her heart shrink even more. She had promised herself she’d hold everything together for him, but tonight had proved how fragile her resolve had become.

After checking if everything was fine with her little one, she followed her way to her bedroom. 

Jaebeom’s silhouette against the bedroom window was the first thing she noticed as she entered. His shoulders, usually so broad and assured, were slumped in defeat. The tension between them still lingered, but seeing him like that chipped away at her defenses. She hadn’t meant to lash out the way she did. It wasn’t entirely his fault - he was doing what was required of him, fulfilling his duties. But that didn’t make her feelings any less valid.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. 

Jaein wiped at the tears she didn't even notice was falling, her hands shaking. Jaebeom stepped closer, his eyes full of regret.

"I didn’t want to upset you," he said quietly, his voice raw. "I hate seeing you like this, Jaein. I hate feeling like I’m failing you. I'm sorry I haven't been there for you the way you need me to be. I thought... I thought you were handling it. You’re so strong, Jaein. Sometimes, I forget that even you have limits.”

She looked up at him, her face crumpling.

“I don’t feel strong. I feel like I’m failing. Everything and everyone." 

Jaebeom pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as she sobbed against his chest. 

“You’re not failing,” he murmured. “You’re doing everything you can, and it’s more than enough. I should have seen how much you were struggling. I should have been there for you, even from a distance. I’m so sorry."

Jaein clung to him, her tears soaking his shirt. 

"I don't know how much I can keep doing this." she confessed. 

"You don't have to do it alone anymore," he said firmly. “I'll call more. I'll make sure you know that I’m here, even when I’m not. We’ll get through this, Jaein.”

[icequeenbae]

Shot Through the Heart (m) | BBH

Related works: Snapshot (m) [pt.1], Giving Love a Shot (m) [pt.3]

Pairing: photographer!Baekhyun x idol!Reader ft. soloidol!Kai

Photographer AU, PWP, angst(ish?), smut

Warnings: explicit content, unprotected sex, rough sex (incl. oral), angry sex(?), dirty talk, creampie

Word Count: ~4.5k

Summary: You and Baekhyun cross paths at work again. Problem is, your steamy photoshoots almost always lead to you having sex. Would the dynamic change if there’s another person in the room?

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Author’s note: Hello my sweethearts!! I apologize for taking way too long to post this... Since last summer I wasn't nearly as active as before, and I wasn't sure why. But now that Baekhyunie is finally back from the military I suddenly feel slightly more energized. Maybe I'll post a bit more often from now on? 🙃 Unless my lovely @baekshoney kills me for making her beta read my crazy stories haha In any case, I hope you used your chance to refresh Snapshot in your memory, because this will be a continuation of the story of our idol!Reader and fuckb- ahem, photographer!Baek~

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The makeup crew was floating around you, pampering, and pampering, and pampering. You weren’t confident that there was even the slightest chance for your skin to survive this. It wasn’t unusual – photo shoots required just as much preparation as premiere events, the close-ups being rather demanding. Still, the more powdered your face became, the heavier you sighed, imagining the skincare routine you’d need to complete afterwards.

The best you could get from your make-up artists was help with removing the layers of whatever they used so generously on your face. The rest was up to you, and, fortunately, you care enough to go through with all of the gazillion steps of the process. Cleansing your pores, soothing your skin with toners and masks, applying serums and essences, using revitalizing creams… This took you forever, and any time you decided to skip a few steps, you ended up with acne, awfully dry or blotchy skin, or even more horrendous allergic reactions.

Tonight was going to be pretty long with all of the efforts that went into your behind-the-scenes glow-up.

‘Erase that frown, your makeup will get wrinkles, honey.’

Your frown only deepened as you heard his voice.

The women carrying the inquisition tools for your poor face almost squealed as he stepped closer. Baekhyun and his stupid charms. Even the makeup artists (in their late thirties to mid forties) were on the verge of fainting out of earthly existence whenever he walked by. You could swear he gave them a semi-interested onceover and a slight smile as soon as he stepped closer.

Although you really wanted to say something dirty just to take a swing at him, you stayed collected.

‘Is Kai ready?’ You asked with a scowl. ‘I want this over with. It’s been a long day.’

The day in question was indeed long. This photoshoot began in the morning, and you kept changing outfits and settings. Today's concept was ‘honeymoon’, so you and your partner – the biggest male solo act in your company – did your best to portray a young couple having the time of their lives. And this was supposed to be the final setting. The newlyweds’ bedroom.

After the huge sensation that your pool photoshoot became, your management decided that having you do more sexy and borderline scandalous concepts wasn’t a bad idea. Easy to monetize, anyway. So here you were, waiting to get half-undressed and possibly groped by none other than your sunbae.

Kai debuted only a year before you, and was instantly famous. His dancing skill was incredibly flamboyant, so it wasn’t surprising how quick he was to capture the audiences’ hearts. He was also a well-known heartthrob in the business, although most of the stuff in the media was made up to hype him up. This was a perfect opportunity to promote both of your albums, especially riding the wave from your previous sexy shoot.

‘Did I hear you call out for me, my love?’ Your partner for the day walked into the room bearing all of the grace in the world.

The swoons renewed, and you barely managed to prevent your eyes from rolling backwards.

‘Stop calling me that already.’

‘How can I? We should stay in character to convey the newlywed passion accurately.’

‘If you keep talking like the company staff in the meetings, I’m gonna barf.’

‘That doesn’t sound sexy. Not at all.’ Kai scrunched up his nose before winking at you. ‘But, in sickness and in health, right?’

‘Alright, lovebirds. Finish up your makeup and let’s do this. The sunrise will be over soon and I want to catch you in natural lighting.’

‘Mine is done,’ Kai quipped, climbing on the bed next to you.

‘I certainly hope that mine is too.’

‘We’re almost finished, Y/N-ssi. Just making sure your skin doesn’t look oily in the pictures,’ one of the staff members provided.

You gave her a pointed look before someone seized your face and tilted your head backwards to examine it closely.

‘Looks matte enough to me. Let’s clear the room.’ Baekhyun murmured before repeating louder for the rest of the team.

‘How cute,’ Kai chuckled in your ear while the photographer busied himself with the equipment.

Sighing, you avoided his teasing gaze.

Kai was also a friend. And one of the very few people who knew that you had something going on with Baekhyun. Prior to this shoot, you had asked him to be discreet about it, especially since the whole topic of your relationship with the blond was sensitive. You didn’t want him (or the staff!) to get the wrong idea. So, your sunbae’s occasional ‘meaningful’ looks seriously made you tick.

‘Alright, let’s begin.’ Baekhyun finally closed the door and turned around, eyeing you with precision. ‘Stand in front of the bed, so that she could look up at you. A bit to the left.’

He took a couple of shots, mumbling something in affirmation. You glanced in his direction while he was checking something in his camera.

‘Look at him, not me,’ Baekhyun pressed playfully, and Kai snatched it away from him.

‘Right, look at me only, wifey!’

His fingers touched your face to get your attention, and you heard a few clicks.

The three of you were quick to fall into step, and soon enough you’d moved on to posing on the bed. Play fighting, hugging each other, almost kissing – all with strict instructions from your photographer. This was… exhibitionistic in a way.

Only half an hour into the process, Kai was already shirtless. Baekhyun also ditched the usual hoodie, and you glanced at the plain tee he was wearing underneath. It hugged his chest tightly and made you crave touching it. But you weren’t about to act on this impulse.

‘Show more skin. Ride her dress up a bit and put your palm on her hip. Yes. And keep looking at her like this.’

You nodded to Kai as he gave you a chance to refuse and held onto his shoulders while watching him proceed. The pads of his fingers were cool, so it naturally roused goosebumps all over your thigh. Blinking at the reaction of your skin, you looked away, bashful. But in that, you turned to the other man.

Baekhyun stared at Kai’s hand for a second or two longer than necessary, and then got back to finding the best spot to capture it. The click of the shutter brought you back to reality, and you realized your eyes were on him the entire time.

‘Lie down,’ the photographer commanded, voice laced with gruffness. ‘Kai, stay up on your elbow.’

The whole thing was more uncomfortable than sexy, if anyone asked you. Posing or acting that way wasn’t at all intimate. For all of the people present it was simply their job, and you were enormously thankful that there were only the three of you. Having more spectators would’ve made this so much direr.

Nevertheless, the biggest hardship on your account was your and Baekhyun’s eyes accidentally crossing paths. The way he looked at you gave you chills. His eyes were hollow, dimmed by the scenes he was conjuring up in his mind, no doubt. The shameless desire he had for you made your own pulse pick up. Damn him and his effect on you.

The tension forming between you was almost palpable, and you were getting a bit nervous.

Kai asked something in a hushed voice, and you nodded. As soon as you did, a touch to your inner thigh made you jolt.

‘Sorry. I assumed your nod meant it’s okay,’ he eyed you half-curiously and half-apologetically.

You cleared your throat.

‘Uh- yeah. I’m just- ticklish.’

Baekhyun huffed, and you kept yourself from glaring at him. Yes, you lied. You weren’t ticklish there, you were sensitive. As a person, who used every opportunity to shove his face between your thighs, he knew that very well.

‘No need to actually get under her skirt.’ He stressed, looking at Kai.

‘Jealous much?’ The model murmured back mockingly, and Baekhyun frowned.

‘Why would I be?’

‘Ask your boner.’

As soon as the words left Kai’s mouth, both you and Baekhyun looked at his crotch. It was obvious that something was stirring up, even though he wasn’t visibly tenting. Otherwise, the blond wouldn’t have reacted to the provocation so easily.

Gulping, you tore your eyes from his pants to turn to your ‘husband’ for today. He grinned charmingly at you, caressing your cheek.

‘I hope you’re getting this, Baekhyun-ah,’ he nudged, again, messing with him. ‘Wifey here is living her best moments.’

Addressing Baekhyun so very informally while he was two years older than him was a challenge.

‘As if you know what you’re doing,’ the photographer shot back, tilting his head to the side.

You furrowed your eyebrows, not quite grasping where this childish rivalry came from.

‘And you think you’d do better if you were in my place?’

Kai’s hand stroked the curve of your waist before resting on your hip again.

‘I know I’d do better,’ Baekhyun sneered coldly. ‘I do better whenever I am.’

As he said that, your vision went dark for a split second. You literally thought he was crazy. He had no idea that Kai knew about your… whatever this was between you. And being so explicit about it made you question his motives once again.

What was this even? Marking his territory? You’d been around long enough to understand that this wasn’t his ordinary behavior, and you in no way agreed to being his territory.

‘How about I touch you some more, love?’ Kai teased, leaning in provocatively.

‘How about you do not?’ Baekhyun interrupted.

As you look up at the photographer, you notice the tick in his jaw. He seemed properly frustrated at this point. You realized you’d never seen him this annoyed. He looked… hot, even. Very similar to what he looked like when he was on top of you, excruciatingly close to coming.

The thought made you gulp.

‘Why not? I say we make this concept a reality. Someone’s eager anyways,’ Kai smirked, raising a sassy eyebrow.

Baekhyun returned his gaze, chin defiant.

‘I don’t share.’

You couldn’t explain why, but hearing this curt phrase had you biting down on your lip for a second, to contain a moan from the sudden pulse through your core. This was probably nothing, just men being… well, men. But you decided to wait and see where this would lead you.

‘Alright then. Let’s give the lady of hearts the choice! Whom would you like to leave this room, peaches? I call her peaches, because, I mean, you’ve probably seen that gorgeous ass of hers…’

Kai trailed off, almost making you chuckle. He’d never actually called you that before.

But you’d accepted the fuse and lit it.

Taking a couple seconds to exchange gazes with Kai, you then slowly turned to face Baekhyun. And then you motioned towards the door with your eyes.

His lower lip twitched in a way you couldn’t miss.

‘I see. Guess we’ll be carrying on without you,’ the model singsonged.

Baekhyun’s expression hardened. You knew you were in trouble as soon as he carefully put his camera down and ran his fingers through his blond hair.

‘Get out.’

You knew you were in trouble.

‘She just said-’

‘She’ll change her mind in no time,’ Baekhyun ripped the door open. ‘Out.’

Kai fell silent at the authoritative tone the photographer now acquired. He turned to you and you nodded slightly, agreeing to submit yourself to whatever awaited. You watched him get off the bed and walk out of the room reluctantly before the door was shut and locked behind him.

Baekhyun turned around, and you were met with the darkest expression you’d ever seen on his handsome face. You felt your skin prickle with goosebumps, and your tongue instinctively ran over your lips.

Furiously aroused. That he was.

The photographer walked towards you silently before grabbing you by the hair and dragging you off the bed and onto the floor. Before you knew it, his pants were down, and his dick was deep in your throat. Not that you weren’t ready for that.

‘Fucking slut.’ His voice was low and merciless.

Baekhyun went at it, rough and fast, keeping you on your knees while fucking your face. You looked straight at him despite your eyes watering, and there was no doubt that your makeup was instantly ruined. But you didn’t really protest, letting him use your mouth to ease his frustration.

This was new. Exciting.

You whimpered, and he panted as the pleasurable vibration in your throat made his pelvis stutter. So, you did it again. On purpose, this time. Baekhyun grunted, tugging you away.

‘Enjoying yourself too much, I believe,’ he smirked at you, breaths ragged, and slapped your face with his fully hard cock.

Giving him a sharp look for going as far as to destroying the rest of your makeup, you shifted in your spot.

‘No. You don’t get to give me attitude after acting like a whore.’

He wasn’t gentle when he got you up on the bed again, on all fours. Slapped your ass in the process as well.

‘Is this where you wanted his hand to go?’ He traced your inner thigh before slipping under your panties and smearing your arousal around your entrance. ‘Dripping, aren’t you, little slut?’

He slammed two fingers inside and you yelped. You weren’t ready for such an unceremonious intrusion. Still, without giving you a second to recover, he began fingering you. Because he knew that if you didn’t lean forward, that was because it felt really damn good. His long fingers were quick and harsh, and the pace made you start sobbing in seconds.

It was divine.

But Baekhyun got impatient soon enough and flipped you over on your back. You felt his palms on your thighs as he pulled up your dress and removed your littered panties.

This wasn’t something you did often, and maybe you should’ve been offended by his ways of handling you… On the other hand, you felt so naughty that you were ready to beg him to fuck you.

Fortunately, there was no need to do so. He wasted no more than two seconds getting on top of you before beginning to pound you into the mattress. The sex was fast and angry, and you were surprised that it didn’t hurt. Or maybe you simply couldn’t feel the pain, because of how enthralled you were by this man.

The photographer’s blond hair looked messy, and you got a handful just to spite him. Smirking breathlessly, he threw one of your legs over his shoulder to stretch you out, and went even harder. It was clear that your pussy was nothing but a wet slippery mess that Baekhyun tore through like a feral animal. You whined, arching your back to get the best of his thrusts, while the pleasure in your center was building and spreading like a forest fire. The sensation was subtle in the beginning, yet progressed rapidly to intense throbbing.

His fingers rubbed your swollen lips, almost making you drool, and his hips kept up the brutal pace. The blond’s eyes stared deep into yours, and you simply couldn’t hold his gaze.

‘B-Baekhyun, I’m gonna c-’ Your breath hitched as the wave of your pleasure subsided to start building back up right away. ‘Oh-h my god-’

It usually wasn’t this intense. Once your release was there, it was there. This time… It came and went, and you were dying for him to push you over the edge.

‘Want me to leave the room now?’ Baekhyun gritted vindictively, enjoying your helplessness underneath him.

‘Please-’ Your eyes kept rolling backwards with every abrupt press of Baekhyun’s lips to the blotchy skin of your neck until you couldn’t take it anymore, muttering like a mad woman. ‘I’m coming, I’m coming, oh fuck, I’m… Baek- mph-’

His palm was swift to find your mouth and cover it, sealing your moans just in time.

Shaking violently, you didn’t even notice the moment he let your leg slide off his shoulder to press closer to your vulva with each movement. The rubbing of the sensitive skin, the wetness and squelching, the uncontrollable shaking… You hiccupped, enduring all that while he continued fucking into you until he finished as well.

Your eyes fluttered shut as soon as the last spurt of his cum filled your insides. There was no pulling out this time, and it was exactly how you needed it. You’d never had angry wild sex like this, and finishing it any other way would’ve been a disgrace.

He didn’t pull out for a minute, and you just blinked away the water in your eyes. You weren’t really crying; it was a natural reaction to the intensity of the act.

In fact, your mind was so entirely blank and smoothed out that when Baekhyun suddenly looked you in the eye, it startled you.

‘Date me.’ He repeated his long-standing offer, forcefully this time.

As you opened your mouth to refuse again, you ended up immobilized by both his weight and determined gaze.

‘Why not?’ He pressed, guessing the intended answer.

‘I don’t want to.’

‘Bullshit. Why not, Y/N?’

He slipped out, and you flinched, sitting up as well. The aftershocks of your pleasure still had you on edge, and you had to clear your throat before announcing what your thoughts on the subject were.

‘I don’t want a boyfriend who can’t keep it in his pants.’

Baekhyun clicked his tongue.

‘Interesting. I haven’t had sex once since our last shoot, what, 3 months ago? And you’re telling me I can’t keep my penis in check?’

You rolled your eyes, unappreciative of his ‘heroic’ abstinence duration. He didn’t let it slide.

‘Hey, you may think it’s nothing. But- I’ve never gone longer than a couple of weeks without it. And I haven’t masturbated this much since I first hit puberty,’ he sighed and tongued his cheek, contemplating his next words. ‘I just can’t stop thinking about you, Y/N. And I don’t want anyone else.’

Looking down, you avoided his eyes. His reputation preceded him, and you knew exactly what he was famous for in some circles.

‘Yeah, I did screw around. A lot. But it’s because I chose to. This…’ he motioned between you, ‘is different.’

You scoffed at his words.

‘Spoken like a true fuckboy.’

‘So, you’re gonna hold it against me? What am I guilty of, being young and healthy, being a man? Or never having met anyone I wanted to start something serious with?’

Pursing your lips, you allowed him to continue.

‘I cared about none of those girls, Y/N, and I never told them otherwise. I wasn’t looking for a relationship, only to satisfy my needs. You have no idea how frustrated even a few days of no sex make me. I don’t know, I just have a high sex drive, maybe.’

‘Yeah, I’ve noticed.’ You muttered.

‘I’m serious.’

‘I hear you, Baekhyun,’ you raised your arms, asking him to chill. ‘But I can’t say it doesn’t scare me away. You’re not exactly what they call boyfriend material.’

He exhaled sharply, visibly irritated by your attitude.

‘That’s not fair. I am not going to deny that since the moment I saw you for the first time, all I could think of was getting you naked and underneath me. And maybe for a second, I believed that it was going to solve everything. But it didn’t work,’ he hesitated before clarifying. ‘I never lost my interest in you.’

You scoffed again, this time in offense.

‘So, you just wanted to fuck me to get it out of your system?’

‘Fucking you wasn’t my goal, initially. I- Remember how we met?’

Of course, you remembered. It happened last year at a huge annual gala held by one of the top entertainment broadcasting companies. You ran into each other at the afterparty, conversed, had a good time and genuinely enjoyed each other’s company. At the end of the evening, he insisted on giving you his number…

All in all, it went great, and you even intended to hit him up. Until the next day, when one of your members told you to stay away from him. She said he was trouble and shared that she’d heard plenty of relays of his Casanova adventures on the grapevine. How he liked to mingle with all the pretty young models he conducted photoshoots with, and how managers didn’t let rookies out of their sight whenever they had to work with him. You remembered very well how your high hopes for him had crumbled that day.

‘Yeah, at the gala.’ You answer matter-of-factly. ‘We ran into each other.’

‘The afterparty,’ he nodded. ‘But do not think for a second that we’ve met by accident.’

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

‘I don’t follow.’

‘Y/N…’ He shifted on the bed next to you. ‘I ‘bumped’ into you on purpose. I liked you. And I liked you even more by the end of that night, which seemed mutual. But you never called.’

Swallowing, you looked away.

‘I- Heard things. About you. And I didn’t want to be another notch in your belt for people to talk about.’

‘Yet the next time we saw each other, after your group photoshoot… I didn’t come to your dressing room to fuck you, you know? I wanted to ask you out. Discreetly.’

You sneered.

‘Right. Your platonic means didn’t last, as far as I recall.’

‘You’re the one who was at the door wearing nothing but a robe! Also, you dragged me inside.’

‘I didn’t want anyone to see you! You know gossip travels fast.’ You argued.

That wasn’t a lie, you had many eyes on you at the time. Even now being caught together like this could’ve been problematic. You pulled him into your dressing room without thinking. But as soon as you were left alone… Something came over you. It was impossible to bring to mind who made the first move then, but just a few moments later you were already kissing.

That photoshoot started your little ‘tradition’ of having sex after each one.

‘I was too infatuated with you to stop. And you kicked me out so fast afterwards,’ he continued ranting. ‘I know it’s my fault that I didn’t- But it’s not fair for you to judge me. I liked you for a long time, and you always kept me at an arm’s length. You only ever allow me to get close when we fuck.’

‘That’s not- Uh- Maybe it is true. And I told you why.’

‘Come on, Y/N,’ he ruffled his blond hair up in frustration. ‘I admit that I’m no church oppa. Still, that doesn’t mean that I can’t be a good boyfriend.’

‘Up until you don’t see me for longer than a couple weeks. And that’s bound to happen sooner or later.’

He let out a frustrated huff, getting off the bed, pulling his pants up and beginning to pace the room.

‘You’re driving me crazy. Why are you pushing me away? Do you prefer it the way it is now?’

Looking away from him, you gave a soft answer.

‘No.’

‘Then what? Do you even know how many half-nude photoshoots I had in the span of these 3 months? I didn’t even care. At all. The girls seemed disappointed, but I didn’t care. Because none of them were you.’

‘Maybe you just want me because I keep saying ‘no’ to you.’ You sounded unsure, because you were.

Things were popping into your head now, stuff you’d heard on the idol radio in the past few weeks. Like your members gossiping about the main dancer of another group, who was salty about getting turned down by a photographer on a recent occasion. They discussed in great detail what she’d said, and you remembered a couple facts.

The girl was angry, because they’d had sex before and she knew he didn’t do the same person twice. Her pride was hurt since she was sure she could be the one he overlooked his principle for, and he did not. Another thing (you remembered it since your maknae became flaming red when this was brought up) was that… she couldn’t get him to go down on her even the first time. She was pissed, because, apparently, the guy didn’t like oral. Which, in your mind, was certainly proof that it was a different photographer. Baekhyun was the oral sex guy. He loved putting his mouth to good use, and he (like any man) welcomed a casual blowie, so that couldn’t have been him. Unless?

‘What’s your stance on oral sex? Giving?’

Baekhyun stopped pacing and looked at you in surprise.

‘What?’

‘Just answer the damn question.’ You huffed impatiently, letting your feet down to get off the bed as well.

The slow trickle of his seed caused you to cross your legs.

‘I love it. I could do it all day with you. Why?’

‘And with others?’ You clarified, withholding your disappointment.

‘I’ve never done it with others.’ The earnest tone of his voice stunned you.

Reading the look of disbelief on your face, he shrugged.

‘I told you. Fucking was to blow off some steam and nothing more. With you… it’s not.’

He came closer and took your face in his palms.

‘I’ve always been serious about you, Y/N. And I need you to give me the benefit of the doubt.’

‘You’re asking for a lot.’ You closed your eyes as he pressed his forehead to yours.

‘I know. But I promise I’ll do my best to- not fuck this up. It’s new to me. So- don’t get mad at me, just guide me and tell me what you need. I’m a quick study,’ he took a breath, and you realized you needed one as well. ‘If you want me to shower you with flowers or send you sugary ‘good morning’ messages, just say the word. I don’t know how to be a good boyfriend, but I want to be one for you.’

You looked him in the eye, evaluating his sincerity. And he seemed so overwhelmingly genuine that you couldn’t find it in yourself to push him away this time.

‘Okay…’

He blinked.

‘Okay?’

‘Yes. We can… try.’

Baekhyun’s eyes became wide, and he suddenly grabbed you and swirled you around.

‘Sh- no, put me back down!’ You whisper yelled at your… boyfriend?

This was crazy. Your train completely went off the rails.

‘Nicely played!’ The voice behind the door exclaimed.

You both froze, then Baekhyun put you back down, frowning.

That was without a doubt… Kai’s voice.

‘Is he… still here?’ The blond asked out loud.

‘Of course! I couldn’t chill out forever without attracting suspicion. And did you really expect me to not come back to eavesdrop? I’m going back, but Y/N’s manager might be coming up any moment now.’ The voice became more distant by the end of the sentence.

Both of you looked back at the messed up (and cum-stained) bed and the state of your own clothing and makeup.

You swore in unison.

‘Shit!’

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MAYOR ━━ h. ran. | chapter three. | masterlist.

warning: head job, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, throat goat, clitorical stimulation.

Ran's expression shifted from shock to confusion when he heard a little boy call out to me as 'mommy', his eyes widening in disbelief as he processed the words. It was clear that the boy had mistaken us for a couple, a misunderstanding that sent a flush of embarrassment across my cheeks as I realized that I was not setting a good example to this kid.

Without letting my discomfort show, I softly apologized to Kio and guided him to the playground, where most of the kids were playing. As soon as Kio was out of earshot, I turned to Ran who was still fixated on me, confusion written all over his face. I sighed, knowing that he had many questions about what had just happened.

Ran's brow furrows in confusion, eyes still fixed on mine as he continues to process what had just occurred. I take a deep breath before speaking, hoping to clear the misunderstanding once and for all.

"Let me clear things up for you," I say, taking a sip of my champagne before continuing. "That little boy who called me 'mommy' is actually my nephew - Emma and Draken's child. And while I may not be his mother, I am undoubtedly his aunt. I don't mind him calling me 'mommy' one bit, and my sister obviously does not either." I pause, hoping that Ran has finally understood the situation and that this conversation can come to an end.

Ran's smirk fades into a playful smile as he teases me about the little boy calling me 'mommy'. "So you want a baby, is that it?" He asks, his eyes dancing with amusement as he teases me. His tone is light and casual, as if he's just making a passing comment and not actually trying to read into my reaction. The amusement in his voice is infectious, and I can feel my own lips turning up in response, despite my nerves.

"You know I'm a model, I can't have a baby yet - it's too early," I reply, turning to face Ran and his cold, emotionless gaze. Despite the slight chill in his expression, a gentle smile still plays at the corners of his lips, leaving me feeling uneasy. I can't quite put my finger on what's bothering me, so I decide to just put up a bright smile and fix his tie to keep me busy.

As I was about to say something, our phones both chimed unexpectedly, causing us to look down in surprise. It was a message from Sanzu Haruchiyo, inviting us to do something. Our eyes met as we read the message, and for a moment, our attention was focused solely on the contents of the text. After a brief moment of silence, Ran cleared his throat and broke the tension.

I burst out in laughter the moment I saw Rindou's 30th birthday invitation designed by Sanzu. Ran on the other hand was visibly distraught, his face a mask of disappointment and embarrassment. The look in his eyes said it all - Rindou had made a terrible choice in letting Sanzu design his birthday invitation.

"Can you believe that?" Ran exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. "Rindou is turning 30 and this is what his invitation card looks like?" He shook his head in disbelief, unable to fathom what had possessed Rindou to give Sanzu such free rein.

"It's not even elegant," Ran continued, his voice rising in anger, "or fitting for someone turning 30." He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, before turning to me. "What do you think?" He asked, looking for my opinion on the matter.

Despite Ran's stern demeanor and habit of taking the lead in difficult situations, I couldn't help but burst out in laughter once more at his apparent displeasure. His frown only served to add to the humor of the situation, leaving me unable to restrain my grin. Clearly, Ran was not amused by my reaction, but that only made it harder to keep my composure. Despite his assertive nature, Ran's strong sense of justice and desire for control did little to dissuade my laughter, which only continued to snowball as the moment stretched on.

As the mayor and the supermodel laughed and teased each other on the balcony, a mysterious figure in the shadows took careful aim with his camera. His movements were discreet, and he was clearly a professional in his field. The light from the camera's flash reflected off of his dark glasses as he snapped shot after shot, carefully capturing every angle and every moment.

A second figure stood by his side, sipping on a margarita and watching the scenes unfold. He was the handler, giving instructions to the photographer with a sly smile and a knowing twinkle in his eye. It was clear that these two were operating in the shadows, capturing moments that most would not see.

"Perfect," the handler whispered, taking another sip from his margarita. "We need to capture this moment in all its glory. Make sure you get every angle."

The photographer nodded, adjusting his camera and continuing to snap photos from every angle. He was a seasoned professional, and he knew how to get the perfect shot, no matter the circumstances. The mayor and the supermodel were lost in their own world, unaware of the secret eyes watching them from the shadows.

I entered the grand hall filled to the brim with guests attending my aunt's grand birthday. The air was alive with excitement and anticipation, and the sounds of chatter and laughter filled the space. My eyes traveled over the crowd, admiring the elegance of the decorations and the beautiful outfits that everyone had chosen to wear for the occasion.

My aunt, looking stunning in a long flowing dress, stood at the center of the hall, surrounded by her friends and family. As she began to speak, I listened intently, taking in every word. Her words of gratitude for everyone attending her birthday touched me deeply, and I felt a lump form in my throat.

As I looked around the crowded room, my eyes finally settled on Ran's familiar face as he emerged from the sea of people. I watched as his eyes met mine, and he began making his way towards me. As he drew closer, he spoke up, his voice calm and polite.

"Mind if I take you home?"

A smile spread across my face, and I chuckled softly. "Of course not, I don't mind at all," I replied, my voice light and cheerful.

I took a step towards Ran, feeling the tension dissolve between us as he reached out and hooked his arm around mine, leading me out of the room. We made our way through the packed hallway, passing by the various groups of people gathered there, each lost in their own conversations and laughter.

As we stepped outside, the cool night air greeted us, and I shivered slightly. Ran noticed and pulled me closer, placing a hand on my back to provide additional warmth.

"Are you all right?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.

"I'm fine," I said with a small laugh. "Just a little chilly, that's all."

Ran chuckled softly, his eyes meeting mine. "Let's get you home, then," he said, giving my arm a gentle squeeze.

Together, we made our way to his car, where he opened the door for me and helped me inside. As we drove off into the night, the music of the city faded away behind us, and we spent the rest of the drive in comfortable silence, each lost in our own thoughts.

As we drove through the city at night, the radio suddenly began to play a familiar song that caught both of our attention. It was the song "Love is a Bitch" by Two Feet, and as the first few notes began to play, we both looked at each other and smiled.

Ran reached for the energy drink that was sitting in the cup holder in his car and took a sip, and as he did, the flashing lights of the city hit his face. His jaw tightened slightly, but he continued to drink from the bottle, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. As he drank, my eyes trailed from his lips to his Adam's apple, and my cheeks warmed with a blush that I was grateful for the darkness to conceal.

I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next, and as the song continued to play, I felt a sense of anticipation building between us.

The silence felt heavier than ever, as if the air around us were laden with expectations. Suddenly, Ran tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, and I noticed that his grip on the wheel had tightened.

The next song came on - "Mount Everest" by Labrinth - and I heard Ran clear his throat, his voice barely above a whisper. I rubbed my feet against each other nervously, trying to ease the tension in my body, and looked up into the rearview mirror, my eyes widening in surprise as I saw Ran doing the same.

It felt like a moment frozen in time, as if we were both processing the same thought at the same moment. For a second, our eyes met through the mirror, and I could swear I saw a flutter of recognition in his gaze. When the song changed, the moment was gone as quickly as it had come, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something different had passed between us.

I didn't know what the future held, but I felt the adrenaline of anticipation coursing through my veins, mingling with the warmth of Ran's presence. The drive felt endless, but the longer it continued, the more I felt drawn in by the man sitting next to me.

We drove in silence, both of us lost in our own thoughts as we listened to the radio. As the next song came on - "Crazy in Love," - I felt my heart thump a little bit faster, the excitement rising in my chest. I looked over at Ran, who seemed to be concentrating on the road, his eyes fixed on the traffic ahead.

Suddenly, he shifted the car to the right, driving past the main road and towards an empty parking lot. I felt my breath hitch in my chest as Ran began to slow down, and I looked at him in surprise. He parked his car in the middle of an abandoned building and turned the engine off, letting out a deep sigh as he ran his hand through his hair.

"Just by looking at your face, it turns me on," he said, his voice low and hoarse, his eyes fixed on mine.

Glancing down at Ran's crotch, I could see that he has been having difficulty with it as his boner has been enlarging minute by minute. He gave me another look and his eyes begged me to do something without saying anything. I gently gripped my thighs and bit my bottom lip, looking away for a brief moment. His beseeching face was too much for me to ignore; it seemed like he was actually pleading with me to do it now.

Though it was supposed to be his job to unbuckle his belt, I fixed my position and rolled my eyes upward. Ran gets horny first and wants me to gratify him before it's my turn. He was clearly horny from the start because of the whimper he let out when I unintentionally touched the tip of his dick, which was showing down a little.

With a low tone, I watched Ran's dick throb slowly. "Suck it please." he said. I want to tease him more because I know it hurts. I pushed my tongue, sipping from the juicy tip and stopping abruptly. Ran sighed, grasped my hair, and demanded, "Stop teasing."

He begged me to stop playing, his voice filled with desperation, while a sly grin appeared on my face. I gazed up at him as I sensually licked his tongue, observing Ran's mouth gape in shock and his neck veins strain as he gripped my hair firmly. My tongue swirled around the tip of his tongue, and with an abrupt motion, I forcefully moved my head downwards, resulting in me sucking half of his cock. This caused Haitani Ran, the mayor of Roppongi, to emit a loud moan of pleasure.

I softly take his member into my mouth at a leisurely pace, and as I reach the tip, I make an audible noise and twirl my tongue around it, meeting his gaze with his captivating violet eyes. The car fills with sounds of pleasure and Ran reacts by clenching his fist and tightening his jaw, responding even more forcefully when I shift my head back and forth, prompting him to firmly tighten his hold on my hair and guide my actions as if I were a doll meant for pleasuring him.

He grabbed my hair and lifted it, positioning me to face him. Ran moved closer to my ear and softly uttered, "While you pleasure me with your mouth, pleasure yourself by touching." His demanding voice sparked tears in my eyes as he thrust his large member into my mouth, making me struggle to breathe. As a response, I obediently placed my middle finger on my clitoris and began to gently stimulate it. Overwhelmed by the size of Ran's cock, I closed my eyes, my feet succumbing to a mix of heat and cold sensations due to the heightened sensitivity of my clit.

After I choked one last time, Ran continued to move my head back and forth while his other hand moved from my clitoris to my ass cheeks, where he gave me a gentle slap that made me squirm. My lips are watering, and all I can feel is Ran gently massaging my other hole while attempting to stick one finger inside. He was also gently nudging my cunt, which is driving me crazy.

He stuck his dick in my mouth and I muttered, "R-ran." He scarcely pushed my head down, which made me struggle a little bit because I could feel my knees weakening from all of his fingers. My eyes widened as he inserted his fingers into my holes. When Ran began putting his fingers in and out of my holes, I rolled my eyes upward.

"I am cumming," spoke Ran with a husky tone, as he swiftly lifted his neck and I began to sense my throat being filled by his swelling member. I tightly grasped his thighs while arching my back, allowing Ran to finger me, as the sensation was surprisingly pleasurable. His hand moved swiftly, matching the pace of my head, however, fatigue was starting to set in. Suddenly, he groaned loudly, pushing his fingers deeper into my openings, causing me to cry out slightly from the delightful sensation. Once again, I felt Ran growing larger inside my throat.

"I'm fucking cumming, Y/n..." was the last thing Ran said before he started gasping and writhing to get into position. I think he may be overstimulated. I felt my clitoris clenched and I could feel myself coming in both holes. He moaned loudly, "Fuck!" because my mouth was already filled with cums.

As I looked up at him, his slicked hair turning into a messy one, he said, "Yes, we cum together." I responded with a nod, and we both quickened our steps until we eventually came together. Just as I was ready to scream, Ran put his lips against my mouth as though he was eating my cries, and our cunt and cock were streaming cums.

Once we were finished taking care of the mess in the car, Ran helped me clean up my clothes as well. The car ride back to my house was silent, neither one of us speaking after the events of the night. The only sounds that filled the car were the hum of the engine and the occasional honk of a passing car.

As we approached my house, I felt a strange mix of emotions coursing through my body. On one hand, I was still reeling from the intensity of what had just happened, but on the other hand, I was filled with a sense of contentment and fulfillment from spending time with Ran.

When we arrived at my house, I opened the door and stepped out of the car, turning to face Ran. He looked at me for a moment, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions that I couldn't quite read.

"Well, this was.. something," I said, my voice a little bit shaky.

Ran chuckled softly, and I could see the shadows of a smile on his face.

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Before I could close the door, an important thought suddenly popped into my head, and I looked back at Ran with a sudden realization. I took a deep breath, feeling my heart beat a little faster as I mustered up the courage to ask him something I had never asked anyone before.

"Wait... Why don't you sleep here instead?" I said shyly, my voice barely above a whisper. "We can go to Izana's resort tomorrow morning, and since it's almost midnight already, it would save us a lot of time and effort."

As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt a blush spread across my face, wondering just what I was even saying. But surprisingly, Ran's expression didn't change, his eyes still locked on mine. There was a moment of tense silence before he finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

"I'd love to," he said, and I felt my heart skip a beat as I realized just how much that simple phrase meant to me.

"Really?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.

"Really," he replied simply, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

I offered Ran a warm welcome into my home, and he politely followed me inside, taking in his surroundings with interest. He smiled at the sight of my tastefully furnished space and said, "You have a nice taste in furniture." I smiled back and led him to the living room, where we both took a seat on the couch.

As we sat there, I stared out the window at the trees swaying in the wind, lost in thought. Suddenly, I felt Ran's arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. He leaned in close and kissed me gently on the cheek, whispering in my ear, "You really don't want to bear a child?"

Startled, I pulled away and turned to look at him. His eyes were fixed on mine, his expression serious. I felt my heart beating faster, unsure of what to say. I had never thought much about having children before, and the idea of being a mother was still a foreign concept to me.

After a moment, I mustered up the courage to respond. "I had never given it much thought," I admitted. "But now that you mention it, I guess it's not something I'm opposed to."

Ran nodded, seeming satisfied with my answer. "I'm glad to hear that," he said. "I think you would make a wonderful mother."

With my heart racing, I turned to face Ran, feeling a mix of emotions coursing through my veins. As he caressed my cheeks with his gentle touch, I couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability wash over me.

"Wonderful mother? What if I have no time for them? Am I still wonderful?" I asked, my voice sounding sad.

"Even in the busiest of days, a wonderful mother will always make time for her child," Ran replied softly, his eyes locked on mine. "They will make you feel their love and affection every single day, even if you're too busy to spend time with them. They will bring joy and light to your life, always making time for you when you need it the most."

I tried to change the subject by mentioning the breakfast we had planned at Izana's resort the next day with the other members of the bonten and Black Dragon gangs. As I moved away from Ran and put my feet on his thighs, I could feel the tension between us building up.

He knew exactly what I was asking for and immediately began to take off my heels. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, feeling the weight of the night's events lift off my shoulders.

"Thank you," I said, my voice shaky.

I opened my eyes and looked at Ran, feeling a sense of awe wash over me as I realised just how much this simple act of kindness meant to me. He understood me in a way that no one else did, and I was grateful for that.

"You're welcome," he replied, his voice soft and gentle.

I felt a jolt of sensations shoot through my body as Ran's fingers trailed up and down the length of my foot, sending shivers up my spine. I tried to keep my composure, but it was proving difficult with each passing touch.

As he moved on to my toe knuckles, I felt a pang of embarrassment wash over me. I had never had someone pay this much attention to my feet before, and it was a feeling that left me feeling both vulnerable.

"It's so pink and soft," Ran said under his breath, his eyes never leaving mine as he examined my feet. I felt his breath against my skin, sending goosebumps down my arms.

His purple eyes never left mine as he gently opened my legs. He then ran his knuckles through my skin, sending shivers down my spine and raising my cheek warmth as he gently stroked my thighs. I took a firm hold of his forearm and tilt my head to face Ran, looking menacing.

I removed Ran's hands from my thighs and stood up from the couch. "We need to get some sleep," I said, feeling a sense of urgency to my voice. "We'll have to leave early to make it to Izana's resort on time."

Ran's expression softened as he looked up at me. "You're right," he said, a playful smile appearing on his face.

"Don't stay up late," I said, turning back briefly to give him a wink before disappearing into the hallway. I could hear him laughing softly, and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

The morning begins with the sound of a coffee grinder, piercing through the silence of the early hours. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, beckoning my mind to awaken just as the light of the morning sun starts to peek through the window. I stumble out of bed, bleary-eyed, and make my way to the kitchen. There, Ran is already at work, brewing a pot of coffee. "Morning," he greets me, with a tired smile on his face.

Despite the grogginess of my mind, I can see that Ran has already put on his glasses for the day. His hair is slightly messy, but there's a determined gleam in his eye that tells me he's been up for a while now. The kitchen is warm and inviting, with the morning sun casting a warm glow on everything around me. The smell of coffee is almost enough to stir my appetite, but Ran's presence is enough to dispel the hunger that had been haunting me in the dark of night.

Ran pours a cup of coffee for each of us, asking if I'd like milk or sugar before topping off my own cup with a generous amount of half-and-half. We both sit in comfortable silence, sipping our coffee and enjoying the quiet of the morning. The windows are open, allowing a gentle breeze to blow through the room, and the hum of the coffee grinder is just barely audible in the distance.

"I should probably get ready," I said, standing up from the table. "We're going to Izana's resort early this morning. I'll meet you outside in 20 minutes."

Ran nodded, a look of concentration on his face as he stirred his coffee. "I'll come with you," he said, pushing his chair back.

I looked at him, surprised. "You don't have to do that," I said.

"I want to," he replied simply, standing up and handing me my cup of coffee. "Let's go."

We headed back to the room, both of us already feeling the fatigue of having stayed up so late the night before. It only took a few minutes to get ready, and we decided to forgo breakfast in order to make it to the resort on time.

As we headed back to the living room to grab our things and head out the door, I couldn't help but notice Ran's attire. He was wearing a stylish Valentino beach polo, with a pair of black shorts to match. I turned to him and smiled, feeling a tingle of excitement wash over me.

"You look great," I said, gesturing to his outfit.

Ran grinned and shook his head, clearly pleased by my compliment. "You don't look so bad yourself," he said, gesturing to my dress.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride wash over me. I was a fashionista, after all, and it was always satisfying to put together an outfit that not only made me feel good but also caught the eye of others.

Ran and I were getting ready to leave the resort, and he suddenly turned to me with a mischievous grin. "Hey, can I borrow your Mercedes G-Wagon?" he asked, gesturing to his own car parked a few spots away.

I raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with your car?" I asked, motioning to his sleek Italia 458 purple sports car.

He smirked. "The color just doesn't go with our outfits," he said with a chuckle.

I shook my head and laughed. "Oh, of course, the color-coordinating G-Wagon," I said, rolling my eyes. "Sure, go ahead." I handed him the keys to my car. "Just be careful with it, it's my baby."

Ran chuckled and gave me a wink. "I'll take better care of it than you will," he said, walking over to the car.

I was sitting in the passenger's seat of the Mercedes G-Wagon, frantically rummaging through my makeup bag as Ran drove us to the Izana Beach Resort in Yokohama. As I feverishly applied foundation and concealer, Ran turned up the radio volume.

"Can you please turn it down?" I said, rolling my eyes. "I can't concentrate with the music so loud."

Ran chuckled and obliged, lowering the volume a bit. I continued applying my makeup as he focused on the road. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I got the perfect shade of foundation and concealer.

"Do I look okay?" I asked, turning to Ran.

"You always look beautiful," he said, flashing a sweet smile.

As we arrived at the private beach resort, the soft sand and gentle waves provided a welcome escape from the hectic pace of the city. Ran pulled me in for a back hug as soon as we stepped off the car, his strong arms embracing me tightly. I could feel the warmth of his body against mine, and his heart beating steadily in my ear.

"You look beautiful," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "That dress suits you perfectly."

I couldn't help but smile at the compliment, feeling a surge of confidence wash over me. "Thank you," I said, savoring the moment.

His lips met mine, and he kissed me softly, a gentle touch that sent shivers down my spine. With a sense of joy, I closed my eyes and savored the moment, feeling his lips brush against mine.

Ran couldn't bear being away from me for a moment longer. He pulled me in for another hug and pressed his chest against mine, his warm breath brushing against my neck. "You look gorgeous," he whispered, his voice laced with admiration.

I felt his strong arms wrap around me, and his hands traced circles on my back. I couldn't help but lean into him, his embrace providing a welcome escape from the outside world. We stood there for what felt like hours, my head buried in his shoulder, his heart beating steadily in my ear.

As we made our way down to the water's edge, we both shed our shoes and felt the soft sand between our toes, our feet sinking with each step. We made our way to a secluded area, where the waves lapped at the shore and the smell of salt was almost overwhelming.

As the sun kissed our skin and the waves broke against the shore, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me, secure in the knowledge that I was surrounded by the man who loves me and the beauty of the world around us.

With a sigh of contentment, I leaned against Ran's chest, feeling his clingy nature as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. "I love you," he whispered, his breath hot on my ear, as if he couldn't bear to be apart from me even for a second.

Meanwhile in the venue, Kakucho and Mochi were hard at work preparing the long rectangular table for the upcoming celebration of Benkei's send-off before he departed for Brazil early the next morning to root for his son's soccer game. As they worked, they chatted and laughed, setting a lighthearted mood despite the stressful situation.

"Kakucho!" Kakucho let out a heavy sigh as he turned around to face the tanned skin behind him, whose furrowed brows and crossed arms signaled his deep concern. "You forgot the buttered chicken and lumpia!"

Mochi was too stunned to join in the conversation, not sure whether to interject and speak up or step back and let Izana have his say. Izana's mouth was like a machine gun, firing off words in rapid succession, so Kakucho had to do his best to keep up, nodding along as if everything was okay, even though Izana's second language could be challenging to understand at times.

Despite the high stakes, there was a sense of joy in the air, as they all worked together to make Benkei's send-off a memorable one. The food was being prepared with care, and the long rectangular table was being cleaned and polished to make it perfect for the celebration.

The warm sunlight filtering in through the windows and the sound of the ocean waves crashing on the shore created a peaceful and serene atmosphere, making their surroundings resemble a tropical paradise.

"I said cook bulalo not sinigang!" Izana shouted but when he got irritated he shifted his gaze to Kakucho.

"Just finish everything, Kakucho!" Izana commanded, slamming his fist on the table. He let out a heavy sigh then turned away, leaving Kakucho looking pale with curiosity, unsure of what was going on. "Shinichiro and the others are coming soon!"

With a soft chuckle, Kakucho turned to glare at Mochi, who was trying his best not to laugh at the situation. It was a tense moment, with Izana clearly upset about something. Hitto had screwed up big time, and Kakucho was bearing the brunt of the punishment.

Feeling a sense of urgency, Kakucho turned back to focus on the tasks at hand. He knew that the last thing he needed was to disappoint Izana, especially when the others were coming soon. With a deep breath and a newfound sense of determination, Kakucho got back to work, trying his best to finish everything on time.

In the midst of it all, Kakucho remembered his own personal promise to himself to be more responsible and reliable to his friends. This was his chance to prove himself and show Izana that he was worthy of his trust. With that in mind, Kakucho worked even harder, his focus never wavering.

As they approached the gated entrance, the security guard greeted Ran and Y/n, his eyes crinkling into smiles at the stylish outfits they were sporting. "Fancy meeting you both here, Ms. Kurokawa and Mayor Haitani," he said, his voice warm and friendly. He pointed in the direction of the blue crystal green beach, where they could find a table set up for them.

Ran put his hand at Y/n's waist, drawing her closer to him as they made their way through the gates and toward the beach. They could hear the sound of the waves lapping at the shore as they approached the table, a stunning sight to behold. The air was filled with the scent of sea salt and the sounds of birds singing in the distance, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

Izana's voice suddenly boomed through the party, bringing their intimate moment to a halt. "Where's Kio?" he asked, his tone somewhat stern.

Y/n and Ran looked at each other, with Y/n rolling her eyes slightly before responding. "Seishu picked him up. We were supposed to bring Kio here." Y/n's words were met with a small chuckle from Ran, who took the opportunity to give his woman a kiss on her shoulder before Izana walked away again. Y/n's wasn't surprised by Izana's sudden mood swings, as everyone was used to handling them.

As they swayed together to the music, Ran placed his hand on Y/n's waist, rubbing her dress affectionately, before trailing soft kisses on her shoulders, causing her to shiver from his touch. He then rested his head on the crook of her neck, giving her deep, hot breaths. "Haven't I told you how gorgeous you are with this dress?" he whispered in her ear, causing a slight smile to form on her lips.

She replied playfully, "You've told me enough, Mayor Haitani." But despite her response, she couldn't help but feel the warmth of Ran's affection. It was a moment of pure bliss, where they felt like they were an old couple, retired from their work, with kids getting married, grandchildren graduating from daycare, and a successful business around the world.

However, the thought of their impending future made their heart race a little. Will they achieve this feeling of contentment and happiness, or will something stop them in their tracks? The uncertainty of it all was a little daunting, but they both knew that no matter what came their way, they had each other, and that was enough to make them feel like the luckiest people in the world.

Turning to face the mayor, Y/n leaned in to closely examine Ran's lavender eyes before wrapping her arms around his neck. Running his hands around her butt while maintaining a neutral expression on their faces caused her to giggle, and he then smashed his lips into hers.

She groaned as he slid his tongue inside her, biting his lower lip. As they kiss, they are communicating their emotions, their bodies, and their pain to one another. Even though they are more complex than that.

"I want all of you. Your body, your heart, your soul."

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[marksdaydreams]

— religious

Mark can’t take his eyes off you. 

He can’t believe he got this lucky, he can’t believe you’re this beautiful, this ethereal; his stare burns through you and pins you in place. His gaze is so feral and yet so soft for you — it makes you shiver. His bright eyes drink you in like you’re the only thing that ever mattered in this world, the only thing that mattered to him; he wants to be the only one for you, now, and forever. 

He walks up to the edge of the bed and sits at your feet, reaching out to massage them softly. You cock your head in mild surprise, but don’t question it  — this was one of those days when Mark liked to take his time, worshiping every inch of what belonged to him. His smile mirrors yours as he pulls himself further up the bed, settling between your legs and running his hands down your thighs. 

“What am I supposed to do?” he asks, leaning forward, pressing his forehead to yours. “How am I supposed to know anything when you look like this?”

You run your fingers along the nape of his neck. Mark lets out a long sigh and you absently wonder how tired he was. Your hands run along his toned arms, gently coaxing him closer to you. Mark pulled away slowly, his eyes taking in every tiny detail of your face as if memorizing it, and it embarrassed you somehow.  He smiled when he saw the color tinting your cheeks, taking it as an excuse to press feather light kisses on your face.

“You’re gonna make me forget who I am,” Mark mumbled, still grinning, “Are you going to take responsibility for who I’m about to become?”

“Who do you want to be?”

Mark scoffs at your words. 

As his lips find yours, his answer melts on your tongue — yours.

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Live A Little | Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul (Ten)

Summary: You knew that a holiday with your best friend Ten would be wild… you just didn’t expect to fall in love with him.

Genre: Friends to lovers AU

Word count: 1k @tyongie

“Ten, what are you doing? You’ll get soaked!”

You watched in horror as your best friend Ten ran out from under the bridge, right into the thunderstorm.

Ten stood in the middle of the empty road, arms flung out, face tilted up to the sky.

Thick, warm drops of monsoon rain soaked him in an instant. The rain slid down his body, darkening his clothes and making his T shirt cling to his slim, muscled frame.

Ten turned to look at you, his dark eyes glinting mischievously.

He cocked two fingers at you.

“Come here,” he said, smirking. 

“No way! I don’t want to catch a cold!”

Ten just smiled, and turned his head to the sky once more. His handsome face was smooth, blissful. The rain soaked his plump lips.

Your eyes traced the droplets that curved down his Adam’s apple and pooled in his collar bones. The sight of him sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t tear your eyes away. Ten had never looked less like your loveable best friend. He looked like a beautiful stranger.   

Not one drop of rain had touched crisp white shirt and business skirt. You could feel your bra digging into your skin, and your tight bun made your head throb.

You wanted to be carefree like Ten. You wanted him to lick your wounds and kiss your worries away. A strange feeling was swelling inside you. You realised that Ten was the answer to every question that had filled your head since you got here.

The realisation that you were in love with your best friend hit you like a truck.

You pulled out your bun, letting your hair fall past your shoulders.

Then, you took a deep breath and stepped out from under the bridge.

The rain drenched your body. It was warm, soothing your tightly wound muscles, coaxing a moan from your lips. 

Ten’s head turned towards the sound.

He walked towards you. His sly smirk transformed into a full-on grin by the time he reached you.

“Look who finally let her hair down,” Ten teased, twirling a soaked curl of your hair between his fingers.

You grasped Ten’s hand and pressed it against your chest, hoping he could feel your thundering heartbeat under his palm.

Ten’s brows quirked up.

Your words died on your lips. What did you want?

“I want – I want to be free like you,” you said, gulping. “I want… to be passionate like you. I want…”

Ten hummed, pretending to think.

Ten watched you with cold interest. “Is that all?”

“I want you,” you finally said.  

“You just have to do one thing,” he said, trying not to smile.

“Anything,” you gasped.

“Close your eyes.”

You let your eyelids fall shut. Your whole body felt alive, every cell was pulsing.  

At first, nothing happened. All you could feel was the rain splashing against your face. You stayed still, hoping, praying…

Then, suddenly, you felt warm, plump lips pressing against yours.

You gasped. You had never kissed your friend before. You didn’t even think you were his type. But the more you kissed, the more right it felt. It was like something had been missing in your relationship all these years, and this was it. Ten’s body against yours – that was what you had been craving.  

You moaned against Ten’s lips, reaching your hands to tug through his soft, dyed hair.

Ten’s head tilted back, and a slow, sexy grin spread over his lips.

“Took you long enough,” Ten said, dark eyes raking down your body.

You let out a laugh. You pulled Ten towards you, feeling his arms curl around your waist.

“Shut up and kiss me again.” 

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MARK AFTER AN ARGUMENT TEXTS !

mark lee x reader, no warnings — fluff, angst

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⭒ How NCT 127 & Dream feel about Haechan

⭒ Haechan w/ NCT 127 vs NCT Dream

⭒ Haechan's thoughts on sasaengs' scandal

⭒ Haechan & Renjun - friendship

⭒ Haechan's thoughts on YangYang

⭒ Haechan & Ryujin - how did/do they feel about the whole dating rumour thing?

⭒ How does Haechan feel about the constant hate and rumours being spread?

⭒ Haechan's health/energy update (after his hiatus announcement - jan, 23)

⭒ Haechan - health/energy update (jan, 23)

⭒ How he'd act around his crush + love life update (dec, 22)

⭒ Haechan's red flags in a relationship

⭒ Haechan as a boyfriend

⭒ Is Haechan over his ex? (dec, 22)

⭒ Is Haechan popular among female idols/celebrities?

〉 Jaehyun

⭒ Jaehyun & BP's Lisa - dynamic (jan, 23)

⭒ Jaehyun's radio situation + Johnny's reaction

⭒ Jaehyun's career plans - acting; solo; nct 127; sm (jan, 23)

⭒ Jaehyun & SM - creative differences

⭒ Jaehyun - love life update (dec, 22)

⭒ Jaehyun as a boyfriend + love life update (jan, 23)

⭒ Jaehyun - energy update (dec, 22)

⭒ Jaehyun's red & green flags

⭒ Jaehyun - Likes/Dislikes

〉 Jaemin

⭒ Jaemin & YangYang - friendship (feb, 23)

⭒ Jaemin & Haechan vs Jeno - dynamic (jan, 23)

⭒ Jaemin as a boyfriend + love life update (jan, 23)

⭒ Jaemin + Jeno - how they'd act around their crushes

⭒ Jaemin + Jeno - chasing or being chased?

⭒ Jaemin & Renjun - friendship (feb, 23)

⭒ Jaemin & Chenle - their friendship

⭒ Jaemin's personality - quick peek

⭒ Jaemin's boyfriend act

〉Jeno

⭒ Jeno - love life update (dec, 22)

⭒ Jeno - modelling in 2023? (dec, 22)

⭒ Jeno as a boyfriend + love life update (jan, 23)

〉 Johnny

⭒ Johnny as a boyfriend

⭒ Johnny + Yuta - are they popular among female idols/celebrities?

⭒ Johnny & Ten - friendship + changes

〉 Mark

⭒ Mark as a boyfriend + love life update (jan, 23)

⭒ Mark w/ NCT 127 vs NCT Dream

⭒ Mark - how he'd act around his crush

⭒ Mark & Chenle - their friendship

⭒ Mark & Yuta & Jungwoo - the friendships

⭒ Mark & Taeyong - friendship + what they think of each other

⭒ Mark & Renjun - friendship

⭒ Mark & Jaehyun - what they think of each other

⭒ Mark + Ten - how they would act around someone they like (based on their chart)

⭒ Why did the company deny Mark's dating rumour but not Haechan's?

〉 Renjun

⭒ Is Renjun popular with female actresses/idols?

⭒ Renjun's feelings/thoughts regarding his career (dec, 22)

〉 Ten

⭒ Ten, Rejun and Jaemin - their thoughts/feelings regarding their private schedule in Thailand being exposed

⭒ Ten - love life update; dating a non-idol? (jan, 23)

⭒ Ten as a boyfriend + love life update (jan, 23)

⭒ Ten's feelings/thoughts on Birthday vs Paint Me Naked

⭒ Ten's career plans - WayV; NCT U; SuperM; solo; SM; non SM company (dec, 22)

⭒Ten & Jaehyun - how they see each other

▏Units

〉127

⭒ Relationship Dealbreakers

⭒ How they feel towards the company & vice versa (127 + 7th Sense unit)

⭒ How they would act when jealous

⭒ MTL to like the chase

⭒ How the first public/confirmed NCT 127 relationship is going to be received

⭒ NCT 127 - dynamic between Jaehyun/Taeyong; Jaehyun/Johnny; Yuta/Jaehyun; Yuta/Johnny; Haechan/Taeyong; Taeil/all members (dec, 22)

⭒ NCT 127's level of social/cultural awareness

〉Dream

⭒ What concepts would they like to try out next?

⭒ What kind of person do they aspire to be?

⭒ What they're like off-camera

⭒ Who's the most popular with idols/actors (male + female)

⭒ NCT Dream's level of social/cultural awareness

⭒ Solo opportunities they'd like to get

⭒ Are they interested in acting?

⭒ Relationship/friendship dealbreakers

⭒ In general, how do they feel about Lucas?

⭒ NCT Dream - energy update; all members, individually (dec, 22)

⭒ How do they feel about the idea of getting into a relationship in the near future? (dec, 22)

⭒ Their feelings regarding Christmas

〉WayV

⭒ WayV's future (jan, 23)

⭒ How do the WayV members feel about Lucas?

▏Others (SM; NCT + others; 2+ units; etc)

⭒ How SM feels about NCT's potential soloists - Taeil; Taeyong; Ten; Jaehyun; Mark

⭒ Their feelings/thoughts on aespa

⭒ Have they ever thought of dating another member's sister?

⭒ NCT & Giselle - their houghts on the collaboration

⭒ Doyoung & aespa's NingNing - their friendship

⭒ Does NCT lurk on social media?

⭒ How does the company feel towards each unit/group? - 127; U; Dream; Tokyo; Hollywood; Saudi; WayV; SuperM (dec, 22)

⭒ Shotaro + Sungchan - energy update (dec, 22)

⭒ (SuperM) How does each member feel about the group?

[dailyexo]

[INTERVIEW] Baekhyun - 230223 W Korea: “Days With Baekhyun”

Returning after two years, Baekhyun used the word “comfort” often.

Baekhyun’s only wish is to sing heart-felt, timeless songs for us. Baekhyun talked about the days spent with us and the days ahead of us.

How many days has it been since you were discharged from the military?

Today is precisely the third day since I’ve been out.

You have finally gifted flower shoes to the fans. (‘Giving flower shoes’ is a Korean phrase that means returning to the significant other who had been waiting for their partner to return from military service.)

I know. Before I left for the military, I told the fans that many things could change in a year and nine months. How could I make them wait? I told them to focus on their own lives but come back if they feel like it when I return. I said, if anything, I would try to win them back again.

So, you recently did a live show to celebrate discharge. Seeing you’re still as bright and youthful, fans recalled the time you promoted your second solo mini-album, “Delight,” released three years ago.

Honestly, I was super worried. But I was relieved to see their warm reactions. I’m grateful to my parents. Haha.

You talked about your time in the army during the live show.

Most of my training campmates were born after 1999, except for a few. I was the eldest there. Everyone followed me like their older brother. I still keep in touch with the friends I met then. Recently, I got a call from one of them. He said, “I am working out at the gym right now.” He was a skinny one, and every single day at the training camp, I told him to work out.

Baekhyun, as we know, was the life of the party among the EXO and SuperM members. Your bubbly personality would have shined in the army training camp.

There was no exception. I didn’t let anyone fall behind. Whenever I saw someone wanting to give up, I said, “You can’t lose to things like this,” “If you keep giving up, this becomes your habit,” and, “Real life outside is much harder than this.” I don’t let my friends give up or fall behind. I pull them together.

I presume the past two years have been a time to realize and reassess who Byun Baek Hyun really is as a person, not just Beakhyun from EXO.

Yeah. My MBTI changed during the break from ISFP to ESTJ. I’ve been known as a homebody for a long time among my friends. But I’m actually an extrovert and a very active person. But when I look back on my childhood, I barely had time to spend at home. To the point where my mother always said, “How come I see my son only for breakfast?” I felt like I went back to my real self during the break.

Was it also a time to realize again what your fans mean to you?

Of course. I still have a long way to go to learn about the fans thoroughly. There’s something I learned this time, though. The fact that our existence to each other is a lot bigger than what we think. During the first year of my alternative military service, I looked back a lot. I watched a lot of the past concert videos. At concerts, I had a lot of fun with them. There were times when I saw my facial expression on the stage and thought I really did bust my butt to pull everything. Also, sometimes I felt really empty and felt this unfillable void. At one point, I thought, “Will they still be there?” while listening to the cheers of fans in those videos. They are like a really good teacher who would grade me and encourage me. They inspire me to do my homework. They have had me run, take lessons and become a better person. I want to do well to hear their acknowledgment. If they didn’t exist, I probably would not have tried so hard to come this far.

Your Namu-wiki page has a “Fan Love” section. As we read through the things you’ve said to the fans, we thought even a real boyfriend couldn’t say such sweet things.

Haha. Definitely my mom’s influence there. She speaks so gently. She is the sweetest person, really. And I am the youngest in the family. My family poured sweet love on me. Sometimes, fans ask me how I can speak so nicely. To be honest, I don’t know. I feel it’s nothing special, to me, a very ordinary and everyday thing.

It seems like fans could rarely feel the army break. You filmed 20 pieces of YouTube content ahead of time and released them during the break.

I know how hard it is to wait. Even when we did the EXO concert tour, we couldn’t release an album during that time. So it had been a long-standing concern about how to fill the vacancy. In particular, no one was trying to do something special to fill the vacancy during the military break. At first, I thought about making a small game instead of a video. Like the Tamagotchi game, fans can foster ‘Baekhyun’ from level 1 for 641 days while I am away. Feed him, water him. Haha.

The background in planning the pre-created YouTube Content was to give fans something to calm their longings, but also in some parts, wishing your fans would not forget you by watching these videos, right?

Yeah, that is pretty much it. Actually, I was swamped when we were filming the YouTube videos. I had a hectic schedule. It was just around when my third solo mini album Bambi came out, and on top of that, SuperM’s promotion overlapped. But after filming them, I felt so indescribably proud.

The 2021 album Bambi leaves much to be desired in some ways because it had no official activities due to your military service. Nonetheless, it recorded high sales, enough to bring the double million-seller title. It was also the album released in the year of your 30th birthday, showcasing your finest skills as a vocalist.

Bambi was created strictly with my own needs and vision. I tried everything I wanted to do without looking at anyone, and I wanted to free my mind by doing so. You are right. I put in everything I could as a vocalist. I first rearranged my vocal tone around the time of my first solo mini-album City Lights in 2019, and I wanted to see how much I had grown since then. I became very dedicated because I thought I could make a better sound than two years ago. I tried the vocal ranges that I wouldn’t have chosen in the past because I was too nervous. I purposely chose difficult music because I wanted to experience both failures and trials.

In particular, the title song "Bambi" seems to have been a regular song for the music school entrance exam that year. It’s perfect for showing off your vocal skills going back and forth freely with your falsetto, modal, and head voice.

Well, I don’t really recommend it. It’s a high-risk song, the beat and rhythm are tough. It’s a pretty challenging song to sing well.

With the release of Bambi, Baekhyun’s genre and brand have become more apparent. "Baekhyun" reminds us of groovy R&B beats from "UN Village" in the album City Lights and "Candy" in Delight.

R&B is a genre that I’ve been attached to for a long time, so I’ll continue with it. However, I also want new challenges. I want to try this and that without being too picky. I want to be an all-rounder. I’m interested in singing-rap these days.

Which musician are you paying attention to as a reference these days?

I’ve gotten closer to Colde recently. I like his singing style, and it’s fabulous that he pulls off the melody rhythmically as if he’s rapping. I’ve requested songs from Colde. I don’t know what kind of work will come out yet, but we’ll work together soon.

As a musician, there’s no more valuable experience than getting a “response” to your song. All three solo albums released so far have recorded respectable sales. Did you expect such success?

Not at all. It exceeded my expectations. This record was possible thanks to the efforts of many K-pop singers ahead of me. In particular, the sales volume of the second album was the highest in 20 years of Korean pop music history.

Delight became the first solo album to achieve the million-seller title, and you became the second artist to hold such titles for both the group and solo albums, following after Seo Tai-ji.

Yes, but it’s all thanks to the dedication of so many Korean musicians. As K-pop became more known worldwide, more people started paying attention to K-culture. The Korean artists before me had already paved the roads and I just got to piggyback on them.

I don’t feel any guilt when I listen to your music. Maybe it’s a complete anachronism, but there’s still a certain prejudice regarding idol music. Similarly, some idol music is referred to as a ‘hidden masterpiece.’ But when I listen to Baekhyun’s solo music, I feel like I’m just listening to really good music.

Thanks. I indeed paid a lot of attention to that. I chose a lot of genres that wouldn’t come from SM. SM prefers strong and intense sounds, but I wanted to focus on easy-listening music. It was partly because of my preference and strategic choice to differentiate between EXO and solo activities. Seeing that many of the tracks from my solo albums are still receiving a ot of love, I think it was a good decision.

It is common to spot excessiveness in solo albums by Idol group members. It was rather unique that Baekhyun has an easy mood, as you’ve just said.

I pushed for that. I kept thinking, ‘I’ll make more easy-listening music,’ ‘The music should not change in the middle,’ and ‘The melody should flow as expected.’ I wanted to minimize statement sounds and focus on the lyrics. There was even some feedback from the company that it fell short. But I kept pushing. My motto was to do something that sounds easy to people’s ears, like passive music, even if it may not feel ‘sophisticated or innovative’ for some.

What you just said seems connected to the question of, ‘what is good music to me as a musician?’

Probably. In a way, I’m making music that’s pleasant to listen to. But I don’t usually listen to a lot of music. My ears are so tired. Since I’m a singer, I need to know a lot of songs, but when I find one I like, I listen to it over and over. There’s something in common when I look at the songs I’m hooked on. It’s not too much, and it just has one or two significant factors.

For example?

I especially like old-fashioned pop songs. Fibo Bryson’s "Why Goodbye" is also a song that I love, for example. If you listen to it, there’s a particular section once in the bridge, once in the chorus, and once in the verse. You can listen to it comfortably, and the sound is completely filled with only vocals.

What is the vocal tone you pursue?

If I could have a voice that doesn’t go out of date, I couldn’t ask for more.

It’s also the most challenging thing.

I know. I once imagined, “Will Baekhyun’s episode of ‘Hidden Singer’ come out?” I don’t think so. Because my voice doesn’t have a distinctive feature. But it’s definitely a voice that can give you some comfort. A good tone depends on the time and taste. It’s something that keeps moving without being fixed. So I just want my voice to be peaceful and stable. I hope I can make the sound warm enough to relax your body. That’s all I want.

It’s been 11 years since your debut, and you’re still taking vocal lessons every week, right?

Yes. I have a big desire to evolve. I thought about it when EXO received a lot of attention with Growl in 2013. ‘Why are so many people going crazy? Am I really that good? I don’t think so. If the heat goes away, they will see me.’ That’s why I kept trying. I always criticize myself more than others do. It’s not a matter of high self-esteem and low self-esteem. I’m just continuing to make up for my shortcomings because I know my weaknesses better than anyone else.

To me, Baekhyun is not a person with low self-esteem but one who constantly and carefully self-censors himself.

Yes, that’s right. Maybe I am a perfectionist, and I hate it when there’s no complete ending. If I don’t think I can finish something properly, I don’t even start. I tend to get extremely disappointed with myself if I don’t do something perfectly at work.

A perfectionist who pursues easiness… It sounds hard. Haha

Haha. As a musician, I want to be an easy person who can blend in with the public. I don’t want to be a musician who is so cool that people admire and want to follow. I want to be someone people can talk to easily when they meet me on the street while listening to my song.

The only regret for Baekhyun as a solo musician is that he had little opportunity to tell autobiographical stories in music. What kind of stories do you want to tell through your music as 32-year-old Baekhyun?

I want to deliver encouraging lyrics. And deliver the message that you shouldn’t give up easily and try to face more challenges. I think the disappearance of the “Jeong” culture played a role in making people get easily tired these days. In the past, when a neighbor moved in, we used to make steamed rice cakes. If the next door neighbor cooks a lot of food, they would share it with others. But living in a disconnected world without affection, people seem to think only of themselves. I want to put a hopeful message in my song that we can all unite in harmony again.

It’s been two years since W Magazine and Baekhyun met—, since the cover of the March 2021 issue, right? Throughout today’s shoot, the staff said you were sexy. Baekhyun’s “soft sexiness” that you’ve shown in your solo career seems to be reflected in today’s shoot.

Sexy… Haha. I don’t think the sexiness that I have is the sexiness that’s full of intense emotions. It’s more like this. Sometimes you play with your friends, and you feel unexpectedly sexy. I think I have the sexiness to make people a little curious about me. Haha

Today’s shoot was with Cartier’s Tank Frances Watch and Icon Collection. These are pieces that have been called Wannabe by many artists for their timeless classic aesthetic. Regardless of timea and nationality, who is the greatest artist for Baekhyun?

Michael Jackson! Michael Jackson was the only artist who stood still on stage for a few seconds or minutes and people couldn’t stop cheering. His songs have made many people cry for a long time, giving them joy and happiness. So just seeing him standing still on the stage makes them tear up. There isn’t an artist who can beat Michael Jackson.

Still, what would be your secret weapon that you could win over Michael Jackson?

Hmm… My gentle way of talking? Haha.

EXO recently announced the news of EXO’s 11th-anniversary fan meeting. What would it look like if you were to compare EXO to family?

Children who were raised by a strict father but had an infinitely sweet mother? Maybe the stage is our dad. We work hard on stage until it feels like our bodies would break literally. But when we get off stage, we act like kids. Not one friend is rude, and everyone is so kind. When we talk to each other, there’s no difference from when we debuted 11 years ago or when we were trainees.

What are the three things Baekhyun is focusing on these days?

I’m into golf. Out on the golf field, my arms got so tanned, dark enough to leave a watch mark on my wrist. I feel very relieved when I go rounding and see the open space. The second one is the direction of the vocals. And for the third, I was going to say exercise but I’m going to change that. (Kim) Jong-kook, whom I became close with through workouts, said, “It’s time for you to focus on your back.” But hip workouts are too hard. Haha. The last one is EXO’s comeback. We will return as soon as possible with a high-quality album this year.

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Credit: W Korea.

[tleeaves]

tell me about the Christopherlike musician person from the other fandom you just posted!

👀 Thank you for indulging in my latest obsession. Take a seat.

Introducing: Heartsteel

Ezreal is the cute guy with the green hair and gold eyes, looks about the youngest of the whole group. He reminds me of Christopher mostly in his design but I would also like to point you to Heartsteel's latest (and first) music video Paranoia where you can see him in action. He just has this energy about him that makes me think of boy band AU Christopher Lightwood but where he also has nothing curbing his eccentricities, you know? Also, again, more musician than scientist.

Heartsteel is a fictional band from Riot Game's League of Legends. Basically, they're the male counterpart to K/DA, which you've almost definitely heard of, I'd say, even in passing.

Ezreal 'is the band's charismatic vocalist... evolved from a bubblegum-pop star to a bona fide artist with Heartsteel -- discovering a newfound autonomy in his craft. His character is brought to life by none other than Baekhyun, a renowned vocalist from K-Pop sensations EXO and SuperM' (Koreaboo 2023, n.p.).

He's a playable character/skin in the League of Legends game. Unfortunately, I am not a player and so I've only watched some game play clips online for some of these characters.

There's also no lore or wiki pages set up quite yet because Heartsteel's first official music as a band only came out nearly two weeks ago now. They've had a pretty successful debut so far, in my view, with their music video garnering 20M views already and many reaction videos from rappers on YouTube cropping up.

If you delve into fandom content, there's a lot of HCs that exist around the members of Heartsteel. I've been focusing mainly on Sett and sort of Kayn (Kayn caught my eye first, he's the introduction of the song, and he's very interesting, but Sett's energy, character, voice, they all piqued my interest and then before I knew it I was long gone down a rabbit hole).

Ezreal is really cool though. I don't know much more about him, there's still a lot of mystery around these characters. Anyway, I'm eager to find out more and see the full extent of their personalities as time wears on.