#taejun fluff

[universecorp]

Temptation: Chapter 4

Chapter Warnings: Smut (M x F) , Fluff, Oral (F and M receiving ), Vaginal fingering, Unprotected sex, praise, slight dumbification, dirty talk, slight food play (i promise it's nothing crazy), multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation

W.C.: 3.7 K

Mood Playlist: Temptation

Day 14

You woke up in a blurry haze of confusion and disbelief. Confused because it was very warm and you were basically sweating from the sweltering heat that was being produced by the men that had you trapped on all sides.

 The men is what had you in disbelief.

 You may have taken Yeonjun up on his proposition to drink with him and the others and one drink turned into three… and what was some innocent flirting turned into some not so innocent kissing and some roaming hands. The entire night was a blur and all you knew is you had managed to kiss all five men but judging by your very present amount of clothing you hadn’t gone much farther than that. Although after you had almost gone all the way with three out of five of them, it wouldn’t really make much of a difference.

You attempted to sit up, but two of the heavy arms draped over you kept you bound to your small space. You turned your head to try and see who your captors were and it didn’t surprise you to see Hueningkai to your left and Yeonjun to your right. You huffed in annoyance since the heat was starting to become unbearable. “Hyuka… can you move please? It’s too hot.” You whispered, shaking him a little. 

He didn’t budge. 

“Soobin it's hot.” No response.

You groaned in frustration trying to push the dead weight of their arms off of you, but the moment you were free from Soobin’s grasp he just draped his arm back over you and pulled you closer. 

“Binnie, please, I'm burning up under you two!” You didn’t want to resort to whining, but the heat was becoming unbearable at this point.

“Five more minutes…” His deep, sleepy voice rumbled next to your ear.. You huffed again a small pout overtaking your lips as you waited for him to release you. 

After what felt like hours (15 minutes) the fairies finally released you from their death grips. That allowed you to finally cool down, use the bathroom, and think about how you were going to act normally around them after last night. There was no way you could continue denying your attraction to the fairies, but you also didn’t know if it was just lust or if you actually felt something. You knew the fairies felt something, but you yourself really couldn’t pinpoint your emotions. For the past half of the month you had been easing yourself into their world and them. After your first week there with nothing but time to get to know them, you knew what you felt wasn’t purely platonic (you had known that for days now, but no one else had to). You figured your best bet was to just go with it, but what if it backfired and last night was just a drunken mistake. You knew it wasn’t but your anxieties couldn’t help but tell you otherwise.

“Y/N?” A soft voice broke you from your thoughts ,and you turned around to see Hueningkai in your doorway. 

“Hi Hyuka, what’s up?” You asked, motioning him to join you on your bed.

 “I wanted to go out on a walk and picnic, but everyone is busy. Do you wanna come with me?” He asked tentatively, avoiding eye contact with you. He was seriously gonna kill you with his cuteness. If not falling for Hueningkai’s cuteness was the trial, your life would’ve been signed away to the five by now. 

“Yeah, I’ll join you, just let me change and I'll meet you downstairs ok?” The fairy nodded before excusing himself to give you some privacy. You didn’t want to keep him waiting for long so you quickly found a dress to throw on before fixing your hair and making your way toward the stairs.

The walk to the grove was short but scenic. Your favorite part was the trees that grew in an almost tunnel-like way, providing shade from the sun's rays.

Hueningkai had prepared some sandwiches, fruit, juice and cookies for the two of you. Once again his cuteness was about to kill you when you noticed the sandwiches were in the shape of hearts You couldn’t say no to him when he insisted on feeding you the juicy fruit that Taehyun had harvested for the two of you.

“You have some juice on you, hold on.” Hueningkai leaned forward to swipe his thumb on the side of your mouth. You were about to thank him for the kind gesture but quickly fell silent as he stuck his thumb in his mouth to suck the sweet juices off of it. He pulled the digit out of his mouth with a quiet pop before smiling at you, and leaning forward once again, this time to close your mouth. “You’ll catch flies if you leave your mouth open like that.” He smiled cheekily before sitting back on the heels of his palms. 

You felt a small blush rise to your cheeks as you avoided eye contact with the light fairy.

“Cute.” 

You grabbed a sandwich to quickly distract him from your cheeks that were only growing hotter by the second. “Is the sandwich good?” You nodded glancing up at him as you chewed. He just continued smiling at you, his pearly teeth peeking out from between his lips. 

Once you finished your sandwich you leaned forward to grab a blueberry and pressed it against Hueningkai’s lips. He parted them allowing you to pop the small fruit in, chewing slowly while staring intently at you. You grabbed a strawberry this time once he fished chewing and placed it between his parted lips. 

You were about to sit back when the fairy reached forward, in what you assumed was an attempt to feed you some more fruit. You allowed him to get closer, and parted your lips slightly in preparation, and you got it, as well as Hueningkai’s tongue pushing the strawberry between his lips into your mouth. You didn’t fight it, you let him take the lead, tongues dancing around the sweet fruit while juices began dripping down your chin. The strawberry was becoming a mess in the two of your mouths and eventually nothing stood between your tongues as they fought for dominance. You were able to put up a good fight but as Huenungkai laid you down on the blanket and a  small whimper left you, it was a sign that you were willing to give up. A sign that you were willing to let him and the others win and become theirs.

“Been wanting this since I watched you with Beomgyu. I was so jealous he got to touch you.” He breathed out against your lips. ”Wanted you so bad.” You arched your back as his hands reached under you to cup your ass, roughly squeezing the flesh that only had a thin pair of panties separating him from your skin. His hand traveled up to the side of your thighs and up to your hips, gripping them roughly as he dove back in for another kiss. This kiss was just as hungry, but slowly became softer the longer your lips were entangled. The fairy was grinding his cock into your own clothed core, searching for any friction he could create between the two of you. You grinded back against him smiling softly into the kiss as you felt him shutter out a breath. 

“Kai, stop teasing, come on.” A small whine left you as you captured his bottom lip between your teeth to try and spur him on more. It seemed to work because his fingers that were on your hips had now moved to the band of your underwear and were slowly pulling them down. He kissed down your legs, looking up at you with lidded eyes as he finally slipped the small piece of fabric off of you. Hueningkai slipped off his shirt revealing his toned torso. Before you could admire it he was leaning back into you, this time his lips found their way to your neck. He began sucking and nipping the skin of your jugular, leaving marks in his wake. Everything felt so overwhelming and he wasn’t even inside of you, you knew taking him would be a challenge though as his growing erection continued pressing into your core.

Your lips were parted, letting out small pants as Hueningkai pulled your dress down to suck on your nipples. He took the right into his mouth while palming the other one roughly. “Hyuka, please,” You hated the way your voice betrayed you, eluding to just how fucked out you already were. 

“Please what? I’m a fairy, not a mind reader.” If it were any other situation you’d probably slap him for making a joke like that, but in your current state you couldn’t care less what he said to you.

 “Please, fuck me!” You choked out, throwing your head back as he bit down harshly onto your left nipple. He continued assaulting the bid until it was swollen and red like your right before speaking again.

 “Gotta prep you first, mmk?” You nodded before helping him remove your dress fully, and then his own pants and underwear. 

Even though he already saw you half naked you could feel yourself growing shy under his lustful gaze. You covered yourself with your arms to try and divert his eyes away from your body. 

“Don’t get all shy on me now.” He chuckled before laying you back down, capturing your lips in a slow kiss that made you relax again. You were so occupied with the way his lips felt against your you didn’t notice the hand he was reaching into the container with the fruit which was slowly starting to become more juice than fruit as it remained uncovered. Hueningkai pulled away from you causing a small whine to bubble from your chest, but before you could complain more you felt two of his fingers slipping past your plush lips. 

“Suck.” You gladly complied, sucking all the sweet juices from his digits that he was moving in and out of your mouth. He watched you with lust filled eyes as you made quick work of the juice that was sticking messily to his fingers. Occasionally a moan would slip from you when he would reach his fingers down the back of your throat to tease you a little, but it would only spur you on and make you sick with more vigor.

Hueningkai soon removed his fingers and replaced them with his lips before pulling away and trailing down your body. Kissing from your neck, to your chest, your stomach and eventually down to your thighs where he spread each apart to plant a soft peck on. You felt embarrassed the longer he stared at your dripping center and instinctively tried to close your legs, but we’re stopped by his broad shoulders which we’re keeping them apart. “So pretty and so wet. That's all for me too isn’t it?” You nodded a soft blush dusting your cheeks at the way he ogled your core.

You jumped when he began teasing your folds with his fingers, shivering at the way his fingers would catch on your entrance. After feeling like he had teased you enough he slowly inserted two of his fingers in you, marveling at how wet you were. There was no resistance against his fingers so he took that as a sign to begin moving. You let out soft moans as Hueningkai worked two of his fingers inside of you. He would scissor them apart occasionally to stretch you for a third, but at this rate you’d be fine taking his cock now. You knew he would protest if you tried to rush him so you allowed him to take his time with you. 

“Hyuka, you can add more,” You moaned out, arching your back as he curled his fingers into your g-spot. You expected to feel the loss of his fingers, but gasped when you felt something wet insert itself next to his fingers.Your hand immediately flew to his hair, roughly gripping the brown locs as he slurped noisily at your cunt. You felt yourself clenching each time he moaned into your center, sending shivers throughout your body. The feeling was overwhelming especially since he would lick over your clit occasionally or use his thumb to apply pressure to it. You were close to seeing stars from how well he was eating you out and when he curled his fingers in you again the feeling you felt in your stomach finally snapped. You came with his name rolling off your tongue as you arched your back high on the picnic blanket. Hueningkai was noisily slurping up your release, making sure not to waste a drop. You carded your hand through his hair as you looked down at him, trying to recover from the bliss he just made you feel.

“Can you go again?” He asked softly, climbing up to connect your lips in a sweet kiss, stroking your cheek with his thumb. 

“Yeah, I can… lean back.” You whispered against his lips, pushing on his shoulder to make him sit back against the large tree behind him. You leaned down and unbuckled his pants, pulling down the material along with his underwear. Hueningkai shimmied out of the fabric which you tossed somewhere before stroking his cock. It was a little bit longer than Beomgyu’s but not as thick, it still felt just as heavy in your hand as you slowly worked him up. Hueningkai threw his head back against the tree as you continued pleasuring him. You wanted a different reaction out of him though so you bent down and took the tip of his dick into your mouth. He moaned loudly, one of his hands immediately flying to the back of your head to grip your hair. You suckled on the tip at first to tease him a bit, loving the way small whines fell from his lips. 

“Y/N, please move!” He sounded so broken and you loved it. You glanced up at the light fairy’s face through your lashes and could see the tears beginning to prick in his eyes. You wanted to see that first tear fall no matter what and once you saw one of the fat droplets streak down his cheek you finally began moving. You took Hueningkai’s cock whole in your mouth until it hit the back of your throat. You gagged a little, but didn’t falter as you continued to deep throat him. The grip he had on your hair was beginning to make your head hurt, but you didn’t want the symphony of high pitched moans to stop anytime soon. 

Once your throat felt sore enough you pulled off of the man, still stroking his cock to make up for the loss of your mouth. “Y/N, I need you, please…” You could get used to the begging, especially if this is all it took to get it. Not wanting to be cruel though you quickly climbed over his lap and lined up his cock with your awaiting entrance. You slowly sank down, moaning at how deep he was able to reach inside of you once he was fully in.

 “Fuck baby, you’re so big, feels so good inside me.” You praised, kissing the corner of his eye to get rid of a tear that was on the verge of falling. “Does it feel good baby?” The man beneath you nodded, dropping his head into your shoulder. He’d  been silent since you sank down aside from a small moan he let out, probably overwhelmed from how much pleasure he was feeling. “You’re so cute, can’t even answer me properly because you’re so pussy drunk. Isn’t that right?” You felt him nod against your shoulder which made you let out a small coo. For someone that was so confident and in control earlier, it was amazing how quickly he could be reduced down to a teary mess and you hadn’t even begun moving yet.

“Please move…” Hueningkai’s broken voice cut through the silence of the forest. You obliged him and began slowly rocking back and forth on his cock. His whiny moans began filling your ears, which made your slow rock turn into an enthusiastic bounce. Hueningkai was gripping your hips so hard you were sure there would be bruises later, but you couldn’t care less. The grip only made you bounce harder. Your moans reverberated around the forest as the light fairy’s cock reached deep inside you. Hueningkai’s head was still tucked into your shoulder, you could feel the sheen of sweat that was beginning to form on his forehead. His hair was beginning to dampen, sticking to your shoulder like a spider web covered in dew. “Y/N, slow down, please, too close!” He sounded frantic, his moans cutting off each word as he tried to contain his pleasure. 

“You can handle one more, right baby? Be good for me.” 

That was all it took for Hueningkai to let go. The grip he had on your waist became carnal as he released inside of you. The whines that tumbled from him sounded adjacent to sobs as he slumped against you. You could feel him twitching inside of you, as his body shook from the aftershocks of his orgasm. You lifted the fairy’s head from your shoulder, softening at the way his eyes gleamed with unshed tears, while his blushed cheeks had tear tracks running all the way down to his chin. “Aww my sweet baby, can you take one more?” You kissed both his cheeks and his lips, pulling back to be met with a small nod and a sniffle. You smiled at the man under you, placing another sweet kiss on his lips. He kissed back, his rough grip loosening as he began to get lost from the way his lips felt against yours. You could feel him begin to get hard again, and involuntary clenched as his length began to fill and stretch you to the brim. “Hyuka,” You mumbled against his lips, “can I move please?” You felt the vibration of his affirmative hum against your lips, and wasted no time setting a steady pace. You settled for a rock since your legs were slightly sore from bouncing earlier, but that didn’t stop either of you from moaning in pleasure. You swallowed Hueningkai’s loud moans, raking your hands through his dark locks, steadily rocking your hips into his. He used his strength to help you, pistoning his hips to meet yours, while pushing you back and forth with his strong hands. 

One of his hands moved down to your clit which he began rubbing in time with his thrusts. You couldn’t help but moan loudly into his mouth as you felt your high approaching. “Making me feel so good. Want you to fuck me dumb on your cock.” Those words caused something to switch in the fairy and suddenly you were being pushed backwards. Hueningkai wasted no time throwing your legs over his shoulders before he began thrusting into you without abandon. He was fucking into you deeply and quickly, causing a string of moans and curses to fall from your lips. “You feel so good,pussy ’s is so tight for me.” Hueningkai moaned, throwing his head back in pleasure. You couldn’t help the way you clenched around him from hearing the title come out his mouth. He reached his hand back down to your clit, rubbing it roughly. The fairy’s hips didn’t falter, no matter how much you clenched around him, your moans rivaling his own. “Are you close?” The fairy breathed out, hiking your ass higher up onto his knees, to get a better angle. You let out a strangled moan with your affirmation as your back arched off the ground. Hueningkai didn’t let up, using that as motivation to get you to finish. 

It only took a few more thrusts from that angle to have you spilling all over his cock, whines of his name tumbling past your lips as he fucked you through the after shocks. He thrusted a few more times into your overstimulated pussy before releasing again, moaning out your name before he slumped in place. You looked up at the branches above you, feeling the warm patches of sunlight that were hitting your skin. Hueningkai leaned over you, obstructing the beams of light before kissing you deeply. You basked in the afterglow of your orgasm with the fairy, smiling into the sweet kiss. 

When you and Hueningkai returned to the tree hand in hand, you were met with a few knowing looks from the others. As well as a not so happy look from Beomgyu. “I wanted to fuck her first!” The animal fairy whined, looking visibly upset at his youngest boyfriend.

 “You snooze, you lose Gyu, not my fault you decided to do homework.” Hueningkai smirked, pulling you closer to him. 

“Hold on… did you finish your homework yet?” Soobin chimed in, raising an eyebrow at the light fairy. Hueningkai paled, smiling shyly at his two oldest boyfriends who were cuddled up on the bed. 

“Kai Kamal Huening. Library. Now.” Soobin said sternly, standing up from the bed, much to Yeonjun’s dismay. Hueningkai hung his head in shame while Beomgyu laughed evilly at the one triumphant man who was being punished. 

You looked over in sympathy at the youngest fairy who sulkily made his way downstairs with Soobin. “Poor petal…” Yeonjun sighed, but quickly changed his tune by opening his arms for you. You obliged the fairy, making your way to the bed, falling into his awaiting embrace. “You’re quite the busy bee, aren’t you, orange blossom?” You smiled shyly, but nodded, knowing there was no use denying anything. “Did he cry?” You nodded again, your once shy smile morphing into something more mischievous. 

“He’s so pretty when he cries Junnie, wish you could’ve seen.” Yeonjun smiled down at you, leaning in to peck your lips. 

“I’ve seen him cry plenty. Most of the time I'm the source of those tears.” You hummed, snuggling into the fairy’s chest. “Hopefully next time, I get to see what you did to bring him to tears though. I didn’t think you had it in you to dominate any of us, but it looks like I've been proven wrong.” 

“Looks like you have.”

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[aewon]

always been you

sunghoon x fmr genre: fluff, childhood friends to lovers warnings: one (1) kiss wc: 931 note: smth to post just bc :p i love sunghoon + not proofread

You and Sunghoon have been friends since childhood. You remember being 5 years old, standing behind your moms legs while the little boy across from you did the same with his mother.

Your mother introduced the family to you excitedly, “Y/N, this is the Park family. This is Sooyoung, Taejun, baby Yeji and Sunghoon.”

You looked at the little boy who just cowered behind his mothers legs even more.

Your eyes wandered to the baby in the father’s arms.

“She’s a cute baby,” you said, nodding towards Yeji.

“Aren’t you sweet?” Soonyoung cooed, “You’re pretty cute yourself. Maybe you and Sunghoon will become friends? You’re the same age after all.”

You just nodded, looking again at Sunghoon who’s eyes finally met yours. You found yourself smiling slightly.

He was shy, like you.

Sunghoon noticed your smile and his eyes lit up, as if something had shifted.

He smiled back at you.

The next day, you and Sunghoon walked together with your mothers to school.

Outside the gate, your mother bent down and said, “Take care of Sunghoonie okay? He’s new so it might be awkward for him.”

You took that job very seriously.

Without warning, as Sunghoon finished saying goodbye to his mother, you took his small hand in yours.

Sunghoon was slightly shocked but squeezed your hand nonetheless as you led him inside.

You introduced him to the teacher, you stood beside him as he introduced himself to the class and you sat next to him to make sure he was comfortable.

From that day forward, you and Sunghoon were inseparable.

He was your rock, your safe space and you were his.

You spent the next 12 years in school together, always having classes with one another, even in high school.

Of course, you both made other friends over time, but he was your best friend, as you were his.

Some thought over time you’d eventually drift apart, but that never happened. You saw each other everyday, hung out everyday, hung out with each other’s friends and so on.

Where you were, Sunghoon accompanied you.

People were genuinely jealous of your friendship. Something so soft and pure, they didn’t understand how you two did it. But you just did, it came natural to you both from the start.

Now seniors at your state college, you and Sunghoon still make time for one another no matter what obstacles are in your way.

As he sits in your apartment, freshly showered with clothes he purposefully left here, you stand in the kitchen making dinner for the two of you.

“Dinner’s ready,” you say, bringing the plates to the living room and setting them on the coffee table in front of the couch.

“My favorite? Is it a special occasion?” Sunghoon asks, immediately digging in while you do the same.

“No, I just felt like it.”

Sunghoon sighs as the delicious food melts in his mouth, “What would I do without you?”

“Be a loser, or worse, dead,” you chuckle as he nudges your side.

You and Sunghoon have weekly sleepovers, where you alternate between who prepares dinner and who chooses what to watch.

Tonight you cooked while Sunghoon chose what to watch.

He picked some random rom-com you haven’t heard of but he claimed was good.

As you watch the movie and eat, you don’t notice Sunghoon scooting closer to you.

It isn’t until you're practically hip-to-hip that you notice.

“Why are you so close?”

“What? Can’t a guy wanna be close to his best friend?”

“Well yeah, but why? I saw you yesterday, it’s not like you missed me,” you laugh, eyes not leaving the tv screen.

Sunghoon is quiet for a moment before speaking again, “I did miss you. I always miss you.”

Your eyebrows furrow as you look at him, putting your food down.

“You always miss me?”

Sunghoon nods, “When we’re not together, I feel this kind of pain in my chest. I guess I’m too attached to you.”

“Well you don’t have to miss me, I’m never going anywhere, you know that.”

“I know but still, it just happens. I can’t help it.”

You lay back, looking at Sunghoon further as he looks into your eyes. You take his hand into yours, “I love you.”

“I love you too. I actually wanted to tell you something tonight.”

“What is it?” You ask, head cocked to the side.

“I’ve realized something, over time I guess. The guys asked me the other day why I haven’t dated anyone all throughout high school and college. I didn’t know how to answer them at first. Then I realized… it’s always been you, Y/N.”

Sunghoon is expecting you to pull away, look at him in disgust and tell him you don’t feel that way, but none of that happens.

Instead you get on your knees, pull him forward by his pajama shirt, and press your soft lips against his.

Sunghoon thought if this day ever came, he’d freak out. But something about kissing you feels so natural, like it should’ve happened years ago.

As he kisses you back, his hands find your waist, gripping it tightly.

Once you pull away, he chases your lips, making you giggle at how cute he is.

“It’s always been you for me too, Sunghoon,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I was expecting rejection,” he whispers, in awe.

“I’d be a fool to reject you,” you whisper back, pulling him in for a hug.

As you stroke his hair, face buried in his neck, you whisper once more, “It’s always been you.”

AEWON 2025

[95rkives]

MISSION IMPOSSIBLE⼂PJM

summary: a deadly mission. a stolen prototype. two lethal agents, forced to confront not just their enemies, but each other.

parings: spy!jimin x assasin!fem!reader

genre/warnings: strangers!au, forced proximity, e2l, banter, slow burn-ish, light violence (and a little blood, no major gore), tension, unresolved sexual tension, slight angst, fluff

wc: 13k

a/n: let’s ignore my 10 month old hiatus!!!! lmk your thoughts and feedback, ive never experimented with this genre before! english is not my first language and im not a professional author, i do this for funsies, so! apologies for any grammar mistakes or potential plot holes. enjoy! ♡

VANGUARD HEADQUARTERS ────── LAST WEEK

Park Jimin sits at the head of the table, one ankle casually crossed over his knee, a picture of poise and control. His sharp black suit fits perfectly, his crisp white shirt unbuttoned just enough to hint at ease without sacrificing professionalism. He looks up from the file in his hand, expression impassive but eyes calculating. His posture is relaxed, but there’s an edge to him, something about the way his fingers tap once on the armrest that speaks to the power he holds.

Across from him sits Director Kang Hyun, the head of a covert agency known as The Vanguard, a group so secret even world leaders pretend they don’t exist. Kang, a man in his mid-50s with salt-and-pepper hair and a perpetual frown, slides another folder across the table toward Jimin.

“This is a priority, Park,” Kang says, his tone clipped. “Classified as Omega Level. No room for error.”

Jimin picks up the folder with a gloved hand, his sharp eyes scanning the contents. His lips quirk slightly, though it’s hard to tell if it’s amusement or disbelief. “Omega Level? Over a scientist?”

Kang’s frown deepens. “Not just any scientist. Dr. Han Taejun is the lead developer of Project Helix. He’s been working on a prototype that—if weaponized—could destabilize global economies and governments overnight. Someone leaked his name to the black market.”

Jimin leans back, the leather of the chair creaking softly. His gaze flickers up, sharp and calculating. “And I assume someone put a price on his head?”

Kang nods grimly. “Fifty million. Every mercenary, assassin, and bounty hunter out there will be after him. We need you to ensure his safety until the prototype is destroyed.”

Jimin exhales slowly through his nose, resting the folder on his knee. “Fifty million. That’s ambitious.” His voice is smooth, laced with sarcasm. “But I assume I’m worth at least double that to you, given that you’ve dragged me off my well-deserved vacation for this.”

Kang doesn’t take the bait. “You’re the best we have, Park. This mission demands precision, skill, and someone with the ability to keep their head in high-pressure situations. No one else fits the bill.”

“You mean no one else was dumb enough to take it,” Jimin retorts, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

Kang’s mouth twitches, but he lets it slide. “Dr. Han will be attending the Global Security Summit in Jeju next week. He believes he’s there to pitch his research, but in reality, he’s a walking target. Your cover is simple—you’re his new bodyguard, recently assigned by his sponsors. You’re there to keep him alive, discreetly.”

Jimin stands, buttoning his suit jacket in one fluid motion. “Anything else I should know?”

Kang hesitates, just for a moment. “We’ve already intercepted chatter that suggests at least one high-profile assassin has accepted the bounty. Codename: Eclipse.”

Jimin raises an eyebrow. “Eclipse? Subtle. Sounds like the kind of person who doesn’t bother hiding the bodies.”

“They don’t have to,” Kang says grimly. “Eclipse has never failed a job. They’re efficient, meticulous, and utterly ruthless. If they’re coming for Dr. Han, you’ll need to stay one step ahead at all times. Failure isn’t an option.”

Jimin’s smirk deepens, his confidence razor-sharp. “Failure’s never been an option for me, Director. Anything else?”

Kang glances toward the door, where another agent, Yoo Minho, steps in. Minho, younger and less seasoned than Jimin, offers a curt nod. He carries a briefcase filled with gear—encrypted phones, forged credentials, and a custom firearm.

“Minho will brief you on the rest of the logistics,” Kang says. “You leave in the morning.”

Jimin takes the folder under his arm and strides toward the door, pausing just long enough to glance back at Kang. “Tell Dr. Han to stay alive until I get there.”

And with that, he’s gone, leaving only the faint scent of expensive cologne and a lingering air of quiet power behind him.

THE GLOBAL SECURITY SUMMIT ────── PRESENT DAY, JEJU ISLAND

The ballroom was a spectacle of wealth and power. Rows of crystal chandeliers hung low, refracting the soft glow of the ambient lighting onto polished marble floors. Distinguished guests mingled, their conversations blending into a hum of laughter, clinking glasses, and well-rehearsed charm.

He stood across the room, leaning against the bar with his scotch in hand, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd without a hint of unease. His posture was relaxed, but beneath the polished appearance was a mind constantly on alert.

He watched Dr. Han’s conversation shift from casual to more animated as the woman beside him leaned in to speak. She was elegant, poised—her dark emerald gown clinging to her like a second skin, her hair styled in soft waves that framed her face perfectly. Her smile was disarming, her laughter light and captivating as she talked to him. The words they exchanged were inaudible, but the way she spoke—smooth, charming—hinted at someone who knew exactly how to make people feel important.

Jimin knew every attendee here, but her name was a mystery.

She seemed too polished to be a mere guest, and though Jimin had been briefed on the summit’s key players, she wasn’t on any of the guest lists.

He took a sip of his drink, keeping a watchful eye from a distance. She didn’t seem out of place—more like she belonged here just as much as the world leaders surrounding them. The scientist’s laugh had softened as the woman spoke again, leaning in closer, her words now completely inaudible.

Jimin, unbothered, finished the last of his drink before setting the glass down and making his way over to the round table where Dr. Han was seated. The chairs were arranged in an intimate, yet professional circle—Dr. Han was directly across from the woman, her attention entirely focused on him. Jimin took a step back and stood at the periphery of the group, close enough to overhear but far enough to not draw attention.

The woman’s voice was smooth, though there was a certain power beneath the charm in her words. Her laughter rippled like music, each laugh pulling Dr. Han deeper into the conversation.

“…I’m sure you’re tired of hearing about helix—it must be exciting to see your research gaining the attention it deserves,” she said, her voice lilting with warmth.

Dr. Han chuckled nervously, adjusting his glasses. “I—uh, I’m just glad to be here. I never thought my work would bring me this kind of attention.” He gestured awkwardly to the other guests at the table. “It’s a bit overwhelming, honestly.”

The woman smiled again, offering a sympathetic nod. “It’s more than deserved, Dr. Han. You’re a pioneer.” Her tone had shifted subtly, no longer just warm, but purposeful. Every word felt like it had been carefully crafted.

Jimin listened, his gaze never leaving her. As she spoke, she made sure to keep Dr. Han’s full attention, offering him the kind of undivided focus he clearly craved.

Dr. Han, for all his nervousness, was responding more comfortably now. She had expertly navigated the conversation to center on his work, subtly pulling him away from the noise of the event. It was exactly what someone in her position would do—earn trust, build rapport, and control the narrative.

Jimin’s eyes narrowed just slightly, though his expression remained neutral. He didn’t need to be suspicious just yet. If there was one thing he knew, it was that people like her weren’t just there for pleasantries.

As the conversation began to wind down, the woman stood, her long dress swishing behind her as she excused herself from the table. Dr. Han offered a polite smile as she left.

Jimin, ever the professional, followed her movements as she passed by him—no, bumped into him.

She turned slightly, flashing a warm smile that could disarm even the most guarded of hearts. “My apologies,” she said smoothly, her voice just the right mix of sweetness and confidence.

Jimin nodded, giving a polite but reserved smile in return. “No harm done,” he replied, watching her closely.

She held his gaze for a moment longer than necessary—just long enough to leave a sense of intrigue. Then, with a soft laugh, she moved on, her charm fading as she disappeared into the crowd.

Jimin’s eyes lingered on her just a moment longer than necessary. The way she carried herself���poised, confident, almost effortlessly—left an impression that even his trained mind couldn’t immediately shake off.

His mouth lifted in amusement, turning his attention back to Dr. Han, making his way over to the table, completely unaware of her hasty exit—your hasty exit.

The soft laughter that had slipped so effortlessly from your lips faded into silence, your face hardening as you moved toward a discreet hallway behind the ballroom. The lavishness of the summit felt like a distant memory now, and the polished mask you wore began to fall away with every step.

Your fingers worked quickly to remove the pins in your hair, the once-perfectly arranged strands tumbling loose as you walked, the wig slipping off and into the trash with practiced efficiency.

You exhaled slowly, the weight of the mission settling over you like a second skin.

You lifted a hand to your ear, pressing a small button to activate your earpiece.

“Eclipse,” a voice crackled through the device, cold and clipped. “Status?”

Your voice was smooth and calm as you responded, moving with deliberate steps toward a discreet exit. “Mission accomplished. The target’s been assessed, and I’ve secured the keys.”

There was a brief pause on the other end before the voice came back, slightly more satisfied. “Good work. You know what to do next.”

Your lips curved into a small, knowing smile as you glanced down at the small, subtle item now in your possession—the keys to Dr. Han Taejun’s resort.

“I’d like to stick around a little long—”

Your earpiece crackled immediately, Lee Yun’s, familiar voice was laced with annoyance. “Y/n, you know better than to linger. Get the job done and leave.”

You turned the corner, your heels clicking faster now, already outside. “Damn, way to ruin my fun,”

As you slipped into a car—an executives car of no importance—you vanished as quickly as an eclipse, leaving no trace behind but for a slight disturbance.

A man from Han’s table—one of the said executives—had suddenly stiffened in his seat. His hand trembled uncontrollably, and before anyone could react, the glass of whiskey he’d been holding slipped from his fingers, spilling across the table and into his lap.

A murmur of confusion spread through the group, and before Jimin can react, a second man from the same table, pale and sweating, gripped his chest, his breathing shallow. He collapsed forward slightly, knocking over his own glass in the process.

Then a third.

Panic breaks loose.

Jimin’s pulse quickened, his eyes darting across the room as his mind connected the dots. The timing wasn’t a coincidence—something was wrong, and the answers were sitting at that table.

He strode forward, his movements purposeful, his body tense with the certainty that something far more dangerous was unfolding.

Jimin’s hand shot out, smacking the glass from Dr. Han’s hand.

“What are you doing?” Han sputtered, his eyes wide with confusion.

Jimin’s voice was low and commanding, filled with urgency. “Did you drink any?”

Dr. Han blinked, still dazed by the scene unfolding before him. “No, just water—what’s happening?”

Jimin’s gaze narrowed, his suspicions confirmed. The drinks had been spiked.

In a swift motion, Jimin grabbed Dr. Han’s arm, pulling him away from the table. “Don’t touch anything. We need to get you out of here—now.”

The sound of frantic whispers rose around them as people scrambled to assess the situation. The room was descending into chaos, and Jimin was already moving.

As he guided the scientist away, his mind was working quickly, calculating the odds and piecing together the puzzle. Someone in this room had just made their move. The drinks had been poisoned.

Jimin’s eyes flicked over to where you had disappeared moments earlier. You were gone now, but the timing had been almost too perfect.

But there was no time to dwell on that now. The priority was getting Dr. Han to safety, ensuring that the summit’s attendees didn’t descend into complete disorder.

The car hummed quietly as it sped down the winding road, its headlights cutting through the dark of the night. Dr. Han, still in a state of panic, jabbered incessantly beside Jimin, barely taking a breath between his words.

“I can’t believe this is happening—this is a disaster! People died! What if we’ve been compromised?” Dr. Han was a mess, his face pale, his hands trembling slightly as he clutched his hair.

Jimin’s fingers drummed impatiently against the steering wheel, his mind already working on overdrive. He didn’t have the luxury to deal with Han’s spiraling panic.

“Can you please… calm down?” Jimin’s voice was sharp, his gaze focused on the road ahead. He was trying to ignore the growing sense of urgency gnawing at him. His mind kept flicking back to the last few minutes.

With one hand firmly on the wheel, Jimin reached into his pocket, fingers slipping past his wallet, phone, and everything else. He cursed under his breath when he realized the keys weren’t there.

“Where the hell are the damn keys?” he muttered, rummaging through the compartment between the seats, frustration creeping in as Dr. Han’s voice continued to babble beside him.

“Jimin, do you think we can salvage this? We have to warn the others, we—”

But Jimin wasn’t listening. His mind was elsewhere now, a flash from earlier replaying in his head—the way she had brushed past him, that brief, calculated touch as her fingers had grazed him.

Fuck.

Jimin’s stomach twisted as he connected the dots. You were the culprit. His grip tightened on the wheel, and he cursed again, muttering to himself. “What a fool.”

Minutes later, the car screeched to a halt outside the grand entrance of Dr. Han’s resort. The place loomed large, the expensive lights and architecture far too flashy for Jimin’s taste. But none of that mattered now.

As they exited the car, Dr. Han was still rambling, but Jimin had already started up the stairs toward the door. His instincts were razor-sharp, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.

The door slammed open with a loud crash, the force of it sending the ornate frame rattling against the wall. Jimin stormed into the room and you jolted in surprise, the files in your hands nearly slipping.

The moment your eyes met his, something in the air shifted. Your breath caught in your throat for a split second, but only for that split second. Then, you exhaled slowly, a mock relief crossing your features.

“Well,” you said, voice dripping with sarcasm, “look who decided to show up.” You straightened, effortlessly regaining your composure as you glanced at Dr. Han, who was still standing in the doorway, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

Your gaze narrowed, suddenly sharp. Dr. Han was still alive.

A smooth, almost imperceptible wave of irritation rippled through you, but you hid it well, keeping your elegance intact. You took a slow step forward, your eyes fixed on Han as your fingers tightened around the files. The faintest sigh escaped your lips, more from disappointment than anger.

“Well. Isn’t this just a stroke of luck?” you said, voice low and full of mockery.

“You were behind this,” Jimin said, his voice quiet but sharp, accusing. He crossed the room with calculated steps, his hand on the gun holstered at his waist. It was instinct now—he'd learned to trust it above all else.

“Oh, Agent Park,” you drawled, as if you were addressing a child who had finally figured out the punchline. “You’re really not as quick as I thought.” You paused, eyeing him for a long moment, before the smirk on your lips turned colder. “Rather foolish,”

Jimin’s jaw tightened, his fingers curling around his weapon. “You really think you’re walking out of here with those files?”

Your fingers drummed lightly on the manila folder as you feigned thought. “Well, considering you haven’t stopped me yet, I’d say my chances are looking pretty good.”

Before he could retort, you moved. The folder slipped from your hand as you lunged forward, aiming a precise kick toward his torso. He dodged easily, twisting to the side, but you were already following up with another attack, your fist slicing toward his jaw.

Jimin blocked it, his hand snapping up to catch your wrist. His grip was firm—stronger than you anticipated—but you didn’t hesitate. You twisted your body, using his hold to leverage a kick toward his side. He grunted, barely avoiding the blow as he released your wrist and stepped back.

Behind him, Dr. Han yelped as he tried to shuffle out of the way, nearly tripping over a chair in his haste to hide.

Jimin ignored him, his attention fully on you as you both circled each other.

“You’re better than I thought,” Jimin admitted, his tone almost teasing.

You raised an eyebrow, letting out a breathless laugh. “What, did you think I’d be some amateur with a gun?”

You lunged again, this time aiming for his legs. He caught you mid-movement, grabbing your arm and spinning you around. For a brief moment, your back was pressed against his chest, his grip like iron.

“Sloppy,” he murmured near your ear, his voice low and maddeningly smug. “was an option,”

You scoffed, slamming your elbow into his ribs. The impact forced him to loosen his hold, and you slipped free, stumbling slightly in your dress. The long satin fabric caught on your heel, making you curse under your breath as you regained your balance.

“Damn dress,”

Jimin smirked, his eyes flicking to the offending fabric. “Want me to wait while you fix that?”

“Oh, don’t worry,” you shot back, reaching down to grab the hem. With a single, sharp tug, you ripped the bottom half of the dress clean off, the sound of tearing fabric filling the room. “Fixed.”

In one fluid motion, you twisted the length of satin in your hands, stepping behind him with surprising speed and looping the fabric around his neck. You pulled tight, forcing him back against your chest.

“Still think I’m sloppy?” you whispered, your breath warm against his ear.

Jimin grunted, his hands flying to the makeshift garrote as he struggled against your hold. “I said—” he ground out, his tone still infuriatingly calm. “It was an option.”

Jimin shifted his weight, using his momentum to spin you both around. The movement caught you off guard, and you stumbled again, losing your grip on the fabric.

Jimin tossed it aside, his breathing was heavier now, his usually pristine hair slightly mussed. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”

Before you could reply, a sharp crackle filled your ears, cutting through the tension like a blade. Both of you froze as the sound of a voice echoed through your earpieces.

“Stand down.”

Your eyebrows furrow at the unfamiliar voice. It wasn’t from your team, and by the sight of Jimin’s expression—It wasn’t from his either.

“What—” you started, but the voice interrupted.

“Your mission parameters have changed. You’ve been fooled.” The voice continued, cold and detached.

Jimin’s gaze snapped to you, his expression unreadable. “What?!”

You frowned, pressing a hand to your earpiece. “What the hell is this?”

The voice didn’t answer your question. Instead, it delivered the final blow:

“Welcome to Jeju. You’re both trapped.”

DR. HAN'S RESORT SUITE ────── JEJU ISLAND

The living area of the resort suite was in a state of tense disarray. The remnants of the fight still lingered. Jimin sat on one end of the couch, his posture stiff but deceptively calm, his black suit jacket removed and sleeves rolled up. You sat opposite him, perched on the arm of the other couch, as though sitting down fully would be conceding something.

Dr. Han was slumped in a chair near the minibar, dabbing his forehead with a napkin and muttering complaints under his breath.

On the coffee table, Jimin’s laptop glowed with the faces of their respective superiors on a video call.

Director Kang Hyun, and Chief Lee Yun. A woman with a razor-sharp gaze and an unsettling air of calm precision.

Both were flanked by a third man—Chairman Seo, the shadowy voice in both your earpieces. His face was now visible, a seasoned operative with a silver beard and piercing eyes that seemed to weigh both of you from the screen. He was the head of a covert task force that occasionally roped in the best from opposing organizations for shared global interests.

Chairman Seo’s voice cut through the room like a blade. “You’re both asking the wrong questions.”

You crossed your arms, one brow arching. “You’ll have to forgive me, Chairman, but the right questions are hard to find when we’re blindsided by whatever this is.”

Jimin shot you a warning glance, his jaw tightening. “Be quiet.”

“Let her talk,” Kang Hyun interjected, his tone clipped. “She’s not wrong to demand answers.”

Seo leaned back in his chair on the screen. “What you’ve stumbled into isn’t just a mission gone awry. It’s a carefully orchestrated trap. Dr. Han Taejun’s prototype is at the center of it, yes, but you and Agent Park are now the real targets.”

Jimin straightened, his voice razor-sharp. “Explain.”

Chief Lee Yun smiled faintly, her voice cold but almost amused as she turned her gaze toward you, just as you came into view beside Jimin. “We received intelligence that an organization we’ve codenamed Specter has been monitoring both of you for months. Not just your movements, but your operations, aliases, and even your failures. They’ve been gathering data, testing your limits.”

You frowned. “And now they want us why? To swap notes on our favorite combat moves?”

Jimin pinched the bridge of his nose. “Don’t make this harder than it is.”

Kang Hyun chimed in. “This isn’t about you as individuals. It’s about what you represent.” He circled a finger around the screen. “The prototype Dr. Han developed isn’t just a piece of tech. It’s biometrically locked—coded to work only with specific DNA patterns and neural signatures.”

You stiffened, a chill running down your spine. “And?”

“And Specter has identified both of you as viable keys to activate it,” Kang Hyun said flatly.

The weight of the revelation hung in the air. Dr. Han let out a nervous laugh. “That’s absurd! I only tested the biometrics on—” He froze mid-sentence, his eyes darting to Jimin and then to you. “Oh.”

You leaned forward, narrowing your eyes at the doctor. “What. Did. You. Do?”

Dr. Han stammered. “It was years ago! Preliminary tests—I didn’t know who they were using as test subjects. I didn’t even know about you until tonight!”

Jimin shot him a glare, his voice dangerously low. “Start talking, or I’ll throw you back out there and let Specter finish the job.”

Dr. Han shrank into his chair. “It’s true! The prototype requires dual authentication: one biological key and one neural signature. I didn’t choose the parameters—it was the funding organization. And they must have used your profiles from previous missions to calibrate it!”

You stood abruptly, pacing near the couch, the weight of it all settling in. “So, what? They need us alive to power this thing?”

Chairman Seo’s voice interrupted, calm and cold. “Precisely. And Specter doesn’t just want the prototype—they want to eliminate both of you afterward to ensure no loose ends.”

Jimin sat forward, his elbows on his knees, a spark of frustration in his tone. “What’s the prototype’s purpose? What’s worth all of this?”

Kang Hyun’s voice dropped lower. “That information is above your clearance level. What you need to know is that you and Eclipse are now Specter’s primary targets. You’re staying in Jeju under lockdown until we secure an extraction plan.”

“Lockdown?” you repeated incredulously, turning toward the laptop. “I’m not staying in one place waiting for them to come to me.”

Lee Yun tilted her head, unimpressed. “You’ll stay put, Eclipse. That’s an order.”

You scoffed. “I don’t take orders.”

Jimin, for the first time in a while, smirked faintly, the edge of his sarcasm breaking through. “Clearly. You don’t follow plans either.”

You shot him a glare. “You’re one to talk. I’m not the one who got robbed in the middle of a ballroom.”

Dr. Han let out a nervous laugh, which earned him a dual glare from both of you. He quickly looked away.

Chairman Seo sighed. “Enough. Your job now is to work together. Use your combined skills to track down Specter’s operatives on Jeju, protect Dr. Han, and ensure the prototype is destroyed.”

The morning light poured into the resort suite, golden and unforgiving. The chaos of the previous night was a distant memory, though its echoes lingered in the form of tense silence. Dr. Han was still asleep in one of the adjoining rooms, mercifully quiet for the first time since this whole ordeal began.

Jimin sat at the dining table, his laptop open once again, displaying a digital map of Jeju Island. He was impeccably put together, as always, in a crisp black shirt and dark slacks that made it seem like he had slept with a plan. His expression was focused but unreadable, the sharp lines of his face betraying no hint of the frustration simmering beneath the surface.

Beside him, you leaned back in your chair, legs crossed, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand as you studied the screen. You had swapped the evening gown for a simple black outfit—still tactical but casual, perfectly suited for disappearing into a crowd. Your movements were relaxed, but your eyes were sharp, flicking over the map and its markers.

“Alright, Agent Park,” you said, breaking the silence, your tone light but edged with sarcasm. “You’re the strategist. Where do we start?”

Jimin didn’t even glance up, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he pulled up another window. “I don’t need your commentary. Just focus.”

You rolled your eyes, sipping your coffee. “How charming.”

Jimin finally looked at you, his gaze sharp and assessing. “Specter’s people aren’t going to wait for us to figure this out. If they set this up as a trap, they’re already moving. That gives us two priorities: protecting Han and neutralizing their network on Jeju before they close in.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Neutralize? Do you want to define that for me, Agent Park? Because last I checked, our methods are a little… different.”

His lips quirked in a faint smirk, but his tone stayed serious. “I mean track, disarm, and eliminate. Or would you rather I sit back and let you play dress-up again?”

You leaned forward slightly, setting your coffee down and matching his gaze. “I don’t ‘play,’ Park. And if we’re talking about eliminations, let’s not pretend you’ve never gotten your hands dirty.”

He didn’t flinch, his calm demeanor unwavering. “Good. Then you’ll keep up.”

Jimin gestured at the screen, where he had highlighted several key locations on the map. “These are Specter’s likely operational zones. High-traffic areas with enough cover to stay hidden: markets, coastal docks, and even a few luxury resorts like this one. They’re careful, but they’re not invisible.”

You tilted your head, studying the data. “If they’re working in teams, they’ll need a central base. Somewhere they can coordinate, keep tabs on us, and store equipment. It won’t be in plain sight.”

“Agreed,” Jimin replied, switching to a new screen with surveillance footage from the hotel lobby. “We’ll start with this place. The trap was sprung here—it’s their most obvious point of contact. They wouldn’t leave without setting up surveillance.”

Your gaze flicked to the footage, your mind working through the possibilities. “They’ll have layers. Spotters outside, someone posing as staff, and at least one exit strategy for whoever’s on the ground.”

Jimin glanced at you, an almost imperceptible flicker of approval crossing his face. “You’ve done this before.”

“Shocking, I know,” you replied dryly, leaning back again. “You’ve got the intel. I’ve got the instincts. Maybe this partnership won’t be a total waste of time.”

For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the faint hum of the laptop and the soft rustle of papers as Jimin pulled out a printed list of known Specter associates.

“Let’s be clear,” he said, his voice low and serious. “I don’t trust you.”

You smirked, unbothered. “The feeling’s mutual.”

“This isn’t a game,” he continued, his gaze locking onto yours. “You step out of line, you compromise this mission, and I won’t hesitate to shut you down. Got it?”

You leaned forward again, resting your chin on your hand, your smile turning sharper. “Park Jimin, the consummate professional. I wouldn’t dream of crossing you.”

His jaw tightened slightly, but he didn’t take the bait. “Good.”

The door to the adjoining room creaked open, and Dr. Han shuffled in, looking like he hadn’t slept in days. His hair was a mess, and he clutched a half-empty bottle of water like it was the only thing keeping him upright.

“Are you two always this insufferable?” he muttered, plopping down into a chair.

“Only when we’re forced to work together,” you said with a saccharine smile, earning a glare from Jimin.

Han groaned, running a hand down his face. “Please tell me you have a plan that doesn’t involve me getting shot, poisoned, or blown up.”

“We’re working on it,” Jimin replied curtly, already turning back to his laptop.

Han waved a hand weakly. “Fantastic. Let me know if you need me to not die again. I’m getting coffee.”

Just as Han stumbled toward the kitchenette, Jimin’s laptop chimed with an alert. He frowned, clicking on the notification.

“What is it?” you asked, leaning closer.

He pulled up a message from his agency’s encrypted system. It was a forwarded report from surveillance operatives stationed at Jeju’s eastern docks. The note was brief but urgent:

Specter movement detected. High-value cargo incoming. Dock 7. ETA: 10:00 AM.

Jimin glanced at the time in the corner of his screen. It was already 9:20.

“Looks like we’ve got a lead,” he said, shutting the laptop and standing.

You grabbed your coffee cup, draining the last of it as you rose to your feet. “Finally. Let’s see if you’re as good as your reputation, Agent Park.”

He shot you a sidelong glance as he grabbed his jacket. “Try to keep up, Eclipse.”

The sun was high now, casting long shadows over the eastern docks of Jeju. The air was thick with the smell of saltwater and the metallic tang of industry, mingling with the distant hum of machinery. It was a far cry from the luxury resort they’d just left behind, and neither Jimin nor you had the time to appreciate the contrast.

The two of you moved as one, keeping your distance from the guards at the entrance to the docks, but maintaining a near-perfect alignment as you closed in on your target.

Han, in contrast, had insisted on tagging along. It wasn’t a surprise. He’d made it clear, over a dozen grumbling conversations, that he wouldn’t just sit on the sidelines while his assets were in danger.

“Stay out of the way,” you muttered under your breath as you glanced over your shoulder to see Dr. Han struggling to keep up.

“Try not to get killed,” Jimin added, eyes sharp as he scanned the perimeter.

You shot him a look but said nothing, the words hanging between you like an unspoken challenge.

As you reached the corner of the dock, Jimin signaled for silence. His finger went to his earpiece, listening intently.

“They're unloading at Dock 7. Time to move.”

You slid into place behind a stack of crates, your posture tense as you watched the men moving in and out of a cargo ship. They were fast and efficient, no sign of hesitation in their movements.

You could feel the weight of the situation bearing down on you. If Specter was behind this, there were no mistakes. There was no second chance.

Jimin crouched beside you, his voice barely a whisper. “We need to confirm the cargo. If we’re right about this, it’s not just weapons.”

You nodded, your eyes narrowing as you observed the men unloading crates—too many crates for just arms, and none marked with labels that would’ve made the transport easier. These weren’t just mercenaries. This was something much bigger.

The thought lingered in the air like a bad omen.

Before you could voice your suspicions, a guard moved too close for comfort. You held your breath, your hand instinctively reaching for the knife at your side. The man was only a few feet away. Too close.

“Shit,” Jimin muttered. He’d seen the same thing.

Before you could act, though, the guard’s radio crackled, and he stepped away, heading toward a higher-ranking officer nearby.

“Lucky,” you muttered, pulling back and settling into a better position.

Jimin didn’t even acknowledge you, his focus razor-sharp as he eyed the next move. “Stay close. We’re going in.”

The moment you moved toward the dock, everything went wrong.

The ground beneath you seemed to tremble with the sound of engines revving, and before you knew it, the sight of a dozen armed men appeared from every direction. Specter’s operatives had anticipated your every step.

“You!” One of the men shouted.

You cursed under your breath, reaching for your weapons, but Jimin was already several steps ahead of you. His hand was at his holster in an instant, a small arsenal of tactics running through his mind.

“Get to the ship!” he barked, his voice sharp and commanding. “I’ll cover you.”

You didn’t hesitate. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you darted toward the cargo ship. The dock erupted into chaos—gunfire, shouts, the deafening clang of metal against metal. Half of the operatives split off to focus on you, leaving Jimin to deal with the rest.

You darted behind the stacked crates, moving like a ghost through the maze of metal and shadows. The operatives pursuing you weren’t amateurs, but they didn’t have your precision or your instincts. The first one came too close, and you struck swiftly—silent, deadly, efficient. Your blade slid across his throat in a clean arc before he could even react.

Another man approached, and you dropped low, your body moving in a fluid spin as you tripped him, his weapon clattering to the ground. Before he could recover, you plunged your knife into his chest, pulling it free with practiced ease.

“Two down,” you muttered to yourself, your gaze shifting back toward the ship.

The cargo was just ahead. You could see the crates—unmarked and suspiciously nondescript. You wasted no time, pulling one of the lids open with the crowbar you’d snagged earlier. Your heart sank at the sight inside: military-grade tech, weapons, and—most concerning—several vials of an unidentified substance, glowing faintly under the dim lighting.

“Well, that’s not concerning at all,” you muttered sarcastically, tucking the files securely under your arm and pocketing one of the smaller vials for evidence.

Meanwhile, gunfire rang out from Jimin’s side of the dock. You stole a glance over your shoulder to see him in action. He moved like a dancer, every strike precise, every shot purposeful. His combat was a performance of raw skill and unshakable confidence.

A sharp whistle from one of the operatives drew your attention back. They were regrouping, and you were losing time. You pulled the lid back onto the crate and moved swiftly toward the rendezvous point, dispatching another man on your way with a single shot to the head.

By the time you returned, Jimin was standing among a pile of dead operatives, his breathing heavy, blood seeping from a shallow cut on his temple. He didn’t even glance your way as he muttered, “Took you long enough.”

“I’d apologize, but I was busy doing your job,” you quipped, waving the files in your hand. “You’ll love what I found.”

Before Jimin could respond, a trembling voice called out from behind a stack of barrels. “I-Is it safe? Are they gone?”

Dr. Han peeked out, his face pale and sweat dripping down his brow. He looked like he was seconds away from collapsing.

Jimin sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. “Unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath. “Han, let’s go.”

The doctor stumbled forward, hugging himself like a lifeline as the three of you moved quickly.

The resort was eerily quiet when you returned, the lavish surroundings at odds with the chaos you’d just left behind. In the dim light of Dr. Han’s suite, you finally allowed yourself to exhale, dropping into one of the chairs by the table as Jimin locked the door behind you.

Dr. Han disappeared into a corner, muttering something about needing water, but you paid him no mind. Your focus was on Jimin, who had pulled off his jacket and was inspecting the gash on his arm. Blood stained the fabric of his sleeve, and the cut looked deep enough to warrant attention.

“Sit,” you said, gesturing to the couch.

“I’m fine,” he replied, brushing you off as he moved toward his laptop to pull up the files you’d retrieved.

“Sit,” you repeated, your tone sharper this time. “You’re bleeding everywhere. I’m not in the mood to deal with you passing out from blood loss.”

He paused, his jaw tightening slightly, before he finally relented. Dropping onto the couch, he let out a frustrated sigh as you grabbed the first aid kit from the bathroom.

The silence was thick as you worked, the only sound the occasional hiss of pain from Jimin when you dabbed at the wound.

“You’re not bad at this,” he muttered, breaking the tension.

“I’m good at a lot of things,” you replied dryly, not looking up as you worked.

A ghost of a smirk tugged at his lips. “Is modesty one of them?”

You rolled your eyes, finishing the bandage with a sharp tug that earned a wince from him. “I’m sorry, was that too tight? My hands must have slipped.”

“Right,” he said, leaning back against the couch.

The banter faded into a quieter moment as you cleaned up the supplies, neither of you saying much. It wasn’t awkward, though—just a pause.

“You did good back there,” he said eventually, his voice softer than before. “At the docks.”

You glanced at him, surprised by the sincerity in his tone. “Don’t sound so shocked. I’m always good.”

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re predictable,” you shot back, standing up.

The faintest smile lingered on his face as he watched you move back toward the bathroom.

DR. HAN'S RESORT SUITE ────── LATER THAT NIGHT

The resort suite was dimly lit, the only sources of illumination being the glow from Jimin’s laptop screen and the city lights bleeding in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The coffee table was cluttered—scattered documents, a half-empty bag of mixed nuts, an unopened can of soda, and the single, ominous vial you had pocketed from the cargo shipment.

Jimin sat on the couch, his posture relaxed but his focus razor-sharp, skimming through the stolen files while idly popping a cashew into his mouth. The bandages on his temple and arm were fresh, his sleeves rolled up as if he had already accepted that the night was far from over.

You were perched on the other end of the couch, one leg tucked under you as you flipped through another set of documents, your mind turning over the implications of what you’d learned earlier.

“So,” you said, breaking the comfortable silence. “Biometrically locked. Neural signatures. Specter’s been tracking us for months, maybe longer.” You shook a peanut in your hand before eating it. “Can’t say I love the idea of being a walking keycard.”

Jimin exhaled sharply, not quite a laugh but close. “Yeah, well. We’ve been called worse.”

You shot him a look, then gestured toward the files. “We’re missing something. What do you have so far?”

He scrolled through a decrypted document. “According to this—and what Lee Yun said already—Specter needs specific people to activate it. Us.” His voice was even, but there was an undercurrent of something unreadable in his gaze.

“Which means,” you said slowly, leaning forward, “they knew exactly how this was going to play out.”

Jimin nodded. “They knew we’d both be assigned to track the prototype.” He glanced at you. “You ever get the feeling you’ve been played from the start?”

You scoffed. “Welcome to my entire career.”

A beat of silence.

You reached for the vial on the table, rolling it between your fingers, watching the faint glow pulse beneath the glass. “This was in the cargo.”

Jimin watched you closely. “What do you think it is?”

“No idea,” you admitted, setting it down. “But something about it feels... wrong. If Specter is going this far to get the prototype operational, maybe this is part of the equation.”

He didn’t respond immediately, just watched the vial before shifting his focus back to the files. “There has to be a location,” he muttered. “A lead. Something.”

You grabbed a handful of almonds, chewing thoughtfully as you skimmed the documents. The two of you worked in tandem, silent except for the occasional rustling of paper or the quiet click of Jimin’s laptop keys.

Then, something clicked.

You tapped a page with your finger. “Here. This facility—Yongwan Research Lab. It’s mentioned multiple times in connection to the prototype’s early development.” You looked up. “If they were testing it on people, there has to be a database.”

Jimin scanned the section you pointed at, then nodded slowly. “And if we find that database—”

“We find out exactly how deep Specter’s operation goes.”

Your eyes met across the couch, the weight of realization settling in. This wasn’t just about stopping Specter anymore. It was about understanding what had been done to you—what they had taken, without either of you knowing.

Jimin sighed, dragging a hand through his hair before reaching for another handful of nuts. “Yongwan it is.”

You smirked, tossing a peanut at him. He caught it easily, flicking you an unimpressed look before eating it anyway.

“Try to keep up, Agent Park,” you said, standing and stretching.

He watched you for a second longer than necessary before exhaling and shutting his laptop. “Yeah, yeah. Get some rest while you can. We leave at first light.”

You nodded, glancing at the files one last time before heading toward your room. But just before you disappeared down the hall, you heard Jimin’s voice, softer this time.

“Eclipse.”

You paused, glancing over your shoulder.

His expression was unreadable. “We’ll figure this out.”

Something in his tone made you believe him.

You gave him a small nod before vanishing into the shadows of the suite.

The early morning sun stretched across Jeju’s coastline, painting the road in soft gold as the car sped along the empty highway. The tension from the night before had eased—just slightly—replaced with a comfortable, unspoken truce.

Jimin drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually on the gear shift, his wrist flicking idly as he drummed his fingers. His injuries from yesterday weren’t bothering him, but the bruises along his jaw and the bandage on his temple made him look a little more rugged than usual. Not that he seemed to care.

You were leaned back in the passenger seat, one leg crossed over the other, flipping through a set of decrypted files on a tablet. The stolen vial sat in the center console, catching glimmers of sunlight each time the car turned.

“Tell me something,” Jimin mused, glancing at you before focusing back on the road.

You hummed distractedly, still scanning the files. “Like?”

Jimin smirked. “Something real. Something about you.”

You snorted, finally looking up. “That’s vague. Try again.”

“Alright,” he said easily, tilting his head slightly as if considering his next move. “Your name.”

You blinked. “You already know my name.”

“No, I know Eclipse,” he countered, throwing a quick glance your way. “I want to know what they called you before you became that.”

You clicked your tongue, feigning disinterest, but something in his voice made you hesitate.

Still, you smirked. “You first.”

Jimin let out a small laugh. “You already know my name.”

You waved a dismissive hand. “I meant, you first—tell me something real.”

He considered that, the amusement never fully leaving his expression. Then, without looking at you, he admitted, “I hate peanut butter.”

You blinked. “That’s your deep revelation?”

“It’s real,” he defended, eyes flicking to you, smug.

You rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched. “Fine. Y/N,” you said finally, offering your real name as casually as you would an extra bullet clip.

Jimin’s fingers stilled against the gear shift. He let the syllables roll in his head for a beat before saying it aloud, slow, deliberate. “Y/N.”

You didn’t react.

Then he smirked. “Doesn’t really suit you.”

You scoffed. “Excuse me?”

“I don’t know,” he teased, drumming his fingers again. “You don’t strike me as a Y/N.”

“You’re impossible.”

You exhaled through your nose, pretending to be annoyed, but truthfully, you didn’t mind this back-and-forth. It was easier than the suffocating tension from before.

So you let yourself play along. “Alright, Park,” you mused. “If I don’t seem like a Y/N, what do I seem like?”

Jimin glanced at you, a slow smirk curving his lips. “Trouble.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Took you long enough to figure that out.”

He huffed out something between a laugh and a sigh, shaking his head. “I should’ve known from the second you stole those keys.”

The lighthearted mood faded the moment the lab came into view.

From a distance, it didn’t look like much—just another of those cold, modern facilities nestled in the remote corners of the island. But the closer they got, the more you could feel it—something was off. The eerie quiet that surrounded the place, like a predator waiting to pounce.

Jimin pulled the car up to a secluded section near the side entrance, parking a little too neatly for your liking. He cut the engine, the car settling into a heavy silence.

You broke it first, stretching your legs out and taking a long, deep breath. "Well, this is it."

Jimin remained still for a moment, his fingers tapping against the wheel. The spark from earlier was gone from his eyes, replaced by something sharper, colder. His usual. He was ready for this, but he had to admit, this didn’t feel like another regular mission.

“Let’s make sure we have everything,” he said, his tone serious. He glanced at you. “You good?”

You nodded, tossing a quick glance at the tablet, where you’d been reviewing the facility layout earlier. “Ready as I’ll ever be. Just…don’t get too attached to anything in here, alright?”

Jimin shot you a half-smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "I wasn't planning on staying long."

You leaned forward, looking over the dashboard at the heavily guarded entrance in the distance. Armed men patrolled the area, and the high, barbed-wire fence made it clear this wasn’t an open-access kind of place. There was no doubt in your mind that whatever secrets were locked inside this facility, they were well protected.

You opened the glove compartment, pulling out a small toolkit, your fingers grazing over the equipment you’d need for the next few hours. "Let’s just make this quick, yeah?"

Jimin glanced over at you, his lips curling into a smirk. "I’d rather take my time."

You shot him a look that could cut glass, but there was no venom behind it.

The air between you was tense now, the banter fading as the gravity of the situation settled in. This was no longer just about tracking down Specter or retrieving the prototype. This was personal—something much bigger than either of you had anticipated.

Jimin took a deep breath and opened his door, stepping out with a fluid, practiced motion. His hand lingered on his gun holster for a moment, checking it one last time.

You followed, adjusting your jacket as you slid out of the car, your steps purposeful. Together, you approached the perimeter, the security of the lab becoming more apparent with each step. This wasn’t going to be easy.

As you neared the outer fence, you both instinctively crouched low, blending into the shadows. You pulled out a small gadget from your pocket, a high-tech jammer to disable the security cameras temporarily. It was a neat trick—one you’d perfected over the years.

“Let’s do this,” you murmured, eyes scanning the area.

The two of you worked in silence, syncing your movements effortlessly, as if you’d been doing this for years. The hum of the jammer cut through the stillness as it disabled the cameras. Within seconds, you were slipping past the fence and into the labyrinth of concrete halls that led to the heart of the research facility.

But as you reached the outer doors, the alarms suddenly blared, sharp and unforgiving.

A voice crackled over a loudspeaker, cold and mechanical. "Unauthorized access detected. Lockdown in progress. Initiating security protocols."

You exchanged a quick glance with Jimin. "Well, that’s our cue."

Without another word, the two of you made a dash for the entrance, a rush of adrenaline spiking in your veins.

And then, the first wave of security arrived—gunfire erupting from the far side of the corridor.

It was no longer a stealth mission. It was a fight for survival.

The guards outside were nothing more than a brief inconvenience—easily dispatched with swift, practiced efficiency. The two of you moved in perfect tandem, a well-oiled machine of lethal precision. By the time you reached the main entrance, the bodies were already cooling against the cold concrete.

Jimin wiped a streak of blood off his cheek with the back of his hand, barely out of breath. "That was almost too easy."

You scoffed. "Don’t jinx it."

The moment you pushed open the heavy steel doors, stepping into the facility's main corridor, the atmosphere shifted. Too many guards. Lined up along the walls, weapons at the ready, yet…they didn’t fire.

Both you and Jimin went rigid, your fingers twitching toward your weapons. But then—

A voice. Calm. Almost amused.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

An older man stepped forward from behind the guards. He was dressed in a pristine white lab coat, but there was nothing soft about him. His presence carried the weight of someone who had been in power for a long, long time. His expression was impassive, as if he had expected this outcome all along.

Jimin’s stance remained tense. “Who the hell are you?”

The man adjusted his glasses. “My name is irrelevant. But if you insist—Professor Kim Ji-Hwan. I founded this facility, and for the past decade, I’ve overseen its operations. Including the work your dear Dr. Han so desperately sought assistance with.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You worked with Han?”

"Worked with? No. He came here seeking aid. A brilliant scientist, but foolishly naïve." Ji-Hwan’s lips curled in something resembling pity. "He had no idea the kind of project he was developing. He thought he was building something to revolutionize defense systems. Instead, he was constructing a weapon—one that could only be powered by human signatures. Unique ones."

Jimin stiffened. “And let me guess. That’s where we come in.”

Ji-Hwan gave a slow, measured nod. “Specter’s been gathering data on both of you for years. Your missions. Your capabilities. Your genetic markers. And when they realized that the prototype could only be activated by two specific parameters—one biological key, one neural signature—they knew exactly who to target.”

Your stomach twisted. "They stole it. The prototype. While we were here."

Ji-Hwan sighed, as if speaking to children. “You were never meant to leave this facility alive, I’m afraid. Your assignment was never to retrieve the prototype—it was to ensure Specter had everything they needed before they disposed of you.”

The realization sank in like a blade between your ribs.

This was a setup.

From the very beginning.

Jimin exhaled sharply, his jaw clenching. "You just admitted Specter’s plan to us. You really think we’re going to let you walk away from this?"

Ji-Hwan chuckled. “Oh, Agent Park. You’re not in a position to be making threats.”

And with that, he simply lifted his hand—and the guards pounced.

The first wave came fast.

Gunfire erupted in the enclosed space, bullets shredding through metal and concrete. You and Jimin dove for cover behind a lab station, returning fire with ruthless precision.

But there were too many.

Every time you took one down, two more emerged. They were relentless, surrounding you like wolves circling prey.

You slammed a fresh magazine into your gun, cursing under your breath. “I hate it when I’m right.”

Jimin shot back without missing a beat. "Then you must hate yourself constantly."

You didn’t have time to throw back a retort—because the next moment, a searing pain tore through your side.

The force of the bullet sent you stumbling back, your breath hitching. The sharp, hot pain burned deep, radiating outward in an agonizing pulse.

Jimin saw you fall.

And something inside him snapped.

His movements became vicious, unrestrained. He tore through the guards like a storm unleashed, gunshots ringing in rapid succession. He was no longer fighting to win—he was fighting to destroy.

But there were still too many.

Even as he carved through them, another shot rang out.

This time—it was him.

The bullet grazed his shoulder, the impact spinning him off balance. Blood bloomed against his already torn sleeve, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Through the chaos, you met his eyes.

For the first time, there was fear. Not for himself—but for you.

He tried to reach you, staggering forward—but the world was already tilting, your vision growing hazy.

You could hear your own heartbeat, your pants a slow pulse in your ears drowning out any other sound. Everything was spinning.

The last thing you saw was Jimin screaming for you while two guards dragged him away.

And then,

Everything went black.

YONGWAN RESEARCH LAB ────── TIME & DATE UNKNOWN

Pain.

It was the first thing Jimin registered, dull and aching, like a deep bruise settling into his ribs and skull. His body felt heavy, limbs sluggish, mind clouded in a disoriented haze. A low, flickering light buzzed somewhere above him, casting sickly shadows over the cold concrete floor. The air smelled of metal and antiseptic.

Then he remembered. The lab. The fight. The gunshots.

His breath hitched.

You.

Panic sliced through the fog in his mind as his gaze darted around the dimly lit room. He was slumped against a wall, wrists bound with thick zip ties. The room was small, sterile—a holding cell of some kind. But none of it mattered. Not when he turned his head and saw you lying motionless beside him.

Blood.

Too much of it.

His heartbeat roared in his ears as he pushed past the pain and lunged toward you, the restraints biting into his skin. "Hey—" His voice was hoarse, desperate. He struggled forward, ignoring the sharp sting in his ribs.

No response.

"Y/N." He gritted his teeth, saying your name for the first time. "Come on, wake up."

Nothing.

His stomach twisted. His chest felt too tight.

Jimin’s hands were trembling as he reached for you, brushing his fingers against your cheek. You were too pale, your breaths too shallow. His eyes flickered to your side, where the wound was still bleeding sluggishly through your torn clothes.

"Shit."

He had to stop it.

He ripped at his already ruined sleeve with his teeth, yanking a strip of fabric free and pressing it against the wound. His hands were steady now, moving with trained efficiency, but his mind was anything but calm.

"You're not dying here," he muttered under his breath. "You hear me? After all the shit we've been through—you're not leaving me with Dr. Han as my only company."

A weak breath. A flicker of movement.

Then, finally, a sound—a quiet, pained groan.

Jimin exhaled sharply, relief hitting him hard.

Your eyelids fluttered, and after what felt like an eternity, your gaze met his—glazed, unfocused, but alive.

"Hey," he said, softer now. "You with me?"

Your brows furrowed slightly. Your voice was barely above a whisper, raw from pain.

"You're... hovering."

Jimin let out something between a laugh and a scoff, shaking his head. "Yeah, well, you weren’t waking up."

You blinked slowly, glancing down at your side, where his makeshift bandage was already turning dark with blood. "Damn. That bad?"

"You tell me." His jaw clenched. "You're the one who decided to get shot."

You made a sound that might have been a laugh if you weren’t so exhausted. Your lips quirked up—not quite a smirk, but close. "You sound worried, Agent Park."

Jimin rolled his eyes, but he didn’t deny it. Instead, his fingers briefly tightened around yours, just for a second. "Shut up and stay awake."

Before you had even fully regained your strength, the door burst open.

Armed guards flooded in, followed by Professor Kim.

And standing behind him was Dr. Han, looking more terrified than ever.

"Move them," Kim ordered. "We're out of time."

Jimin immediately tensed as two guards grabbed him, dragging him up with force. His body protested, every injury screaming, but he barely felt it.

Not when he saw them pulling you up next.

Not when Kim stepped toward you first.

"What are you doing?" Jimin snapped, thrashing against the guards. "Leave her alone—"

"You should be grateful," Kim mused, tilting his head at you as if you were an experiment rather than a person. "We’ll start with her, since she’s already weakened. You’ll get to watch how it works before your turn."

They were going to use your DNA. Test it on the prototype, activate it—he didn’t know.

And he was going to have to watch.

"Don't you fucking touch her—"

One of the guards slammed an elbow into his gut, cutting off his words with a sharp grunt. He doubled over, coughing, but his gaze never left you.

You were trying to fight, but your body was still weak from blood loss. You glared at the professor with every ounce of defiance left in you, but Jimin could see it—you were struggling to stay upright.

And then they started dragging you toward the door.

"No!" He lunged against the guards, raw panic clawing at his throat. His muscles burned as he fought against them, his body running purely on adrenaline. "Take me first! Don't—don't take her—"

But Kim simply smiled, as if amused by Jimin’s outburst.

"You’ll get your turn," he said. "Be patient."

And then you were gone.

Jimin lost it. He fought so violently that it took three guards to keep him restrained, his voice raw as he yelled your name. He was desperate. Furious. Terrified in a way he had never been before.

He couldn’t lose you.

Not like this.

Not when he hadn’t even figured out what the hell you meant to him yet.

And just as his vision blurred with rage—

A sudden explosion rocked the facility.

The alarms blared.

Gunfire erupted somewhere down the hall.

Then—voices. Familiar ones.

Jimin’s head snapped up.

"GO, GO, GO—!"

Kang Hyun. Lee Yun.

The explosion sent a shockwave through the lab. The lights flickered violently, the walls trembled, and the guards holding Jimin staggered, momentarily disoriented.

And that was all he needed.

With sheer force, Jimin wrenched free, throwing an elbow into the nearest guard’s throat. The man choked, stumbling back, and Jimin didn’t stop. He twisted, yanking a gun from the second guard’s holster before slamming the butt of it against his jaw—hard.

The third lunged at him, but Jimin was faster. One shot—clean, precise—the guard dropped.

Chaos erupted outside the room.

Gunfire. Heavy boots storming down the corridors. Voices yelling orders.

"Kang Hyun, clear the east wing!"

"Lee Yun, we’ve got men flanking the south corridor—push through!"

Backup.

Jimin’s chest heaved, adrenaline coursing through him like wildfire.

Kang and Lee brought a goddamn army.

He didn’t wait—he ran.

You were the only thing on his mind as he tore through the facility, taking down every guard in his path. His injuries burned, his muscles screamed, but none of it mattered.

He had to get to you.

When he reached the lab, the sight made his blood run cold.

You were strapped to a metal operating table. Machines hummed around you, hooked up to wires—monitoring your vitals.

And standing over you was Professor Kim. The vile in hand. The prototype on a surgery table.

Jimin didn’t think. He didn’t hesitate.

He shot first.

Kim barely dodged in time, the bullet grazing his shoulder. He snarled, gripping his arm as he staggered back.

Jimin was on him in seconds.

With brutal efficiency, he slammed Kim against the table, knocking the vial form his hand. It clattered to the floor, shuttering, as Jimin pressed his forearm against his throat.

"Give me one reason," he growled, his voice low, deadly, "why I shouldn't put a bullet in your skull right now."

Kim choked, clawing at Jimin’s arm. "If you kill me—you’ll never know—"

Jimin’s grip tightened.

"Try again."

But before he could finish the job—

"Jimin."

Your voice. Weak. Pained.

His head snapped toward you.

And the moment his focus wavered, Kim moved.

The professor lunged for the prototype—

A single shot rang out.

Jimin turned just in time to see Dr. Han—hands shaking, face pale—lowering a gun.

Kim collapsed.

Jimin blinked. "...Did you just—?"

Dr. Han gulped. "I—he was going to activate it. I panicked!"

Jimin exhaled sharply, but there was no time for this.

He rushed to you—breaking his restraints against his thigh, tearing the plastic apart so he can get to yours. Hands fumbling with them. "Hey, I got you," he murmured, his voice softer now. His fingers brushed against your skin as he undid the straps. "Stay with me, okay?"

Your lashes fluttered, your breathing still shallow. But you gave him the faintest smirk.

"Who knew you could be... gentle," you murmured.

Jimin let out a strained breath—half a scoff, half relief. "Shut up."

He slipped an arm beneath your shoulders, carefully pulling you up. You swayed against him, but he held you steady.

Another explosion rocked the facility.

Jimin looked up just in time to see Kang Hyun and Lee Yun burst into the room, guns blazing.

"Park!" Kang shouted. "We need to move—now!"

Jimin didn’t hesitate. He lifted you into his arms.

"I’ve got you," he muttered under his breath as he carried you toward the exit. "I’ve got you."

The fight outside was still raging. Specter’s remaining forces were scrambling, attempting to defend the lab.

But Kang and Lee’s backup had overpowered them.

Jimin barely spared a glance as Lee Yun grabbed the prototype.

And without hesitation—she smashed it to the ground.

The device shattered. Sparks erupted. The stolen technology—gone.

The mission was over.

And Jimin?

Jimin was done.

He barely heard the gunfire fading behind them as he carried you toward the extraction vehicles. Barely registered the shouting of orders, the final takedown of Specter’s forces.

The only thing he cared about was getting you to safety.

As he climbed into the backseat of the car, keeping you securely in his arms, he let out a slow breath.

It was over.

And you were alive.

For the first time since this all started, Jimin let his guard down—just enough to rest his forehead against yours.

"You scared the shit out of me," he muttered.

Your lips barely curled, voice hoarse but teasing.

"Would you miss me?" you whispered.

Jimin huffed a quiet laugh, eyes fluttering shut for just a second.

"Yeah," he murmured. "I would."

The soft hum of the resort’s air conditioning barely cut through the thick silence of the room. The curtains were drawn shut, dimming the room to a comfortable shade of soft gray. You lay back against the pillows, wrapped in a warm blanket, your body still aching from the brutal confrontation. The pain wasn’t as bad anymore, though—it was more of an uncomfortable throb that reminded you of everything you’d just gone through.

Jimin sat at the edge of the bed by your hip, his eyes never straying too far from you as he gently applied a new bandage to the deep cut on your ribs. His fingers were precise, a steady hand despite the chaos of the past few hours, as he carefully worked. The silence between you two felt comfortable, natural, like something had shifted. It wasn’t just the mission that had brought you this close. It was the understanding, the shared moments of danger, of survival. The tension in the air had only grown after the fight—both of you aware of it but unwilling to address it.

"You’re better at this than I thought," you muttered, wincing slightly as he adjusted the gauze.

Jimin let out a soft chuckle, not meeting your gaze. "I’ve had my fair share of injuries," he replied casually, but you could hear the slight edge in his voice that made your heart pick up pace.

You smiled faintly, glancing up at him. He was focused on you, his hand steady, his expression unreadable, though there was a certain warmth in his eyes now that you hadn’t seen before.

It was hard to ignore the small touches he gave you—fingers brushing against your skin as he rewrapped the bandage, his eyes flickering to yours when he thought you weren’t looking, a soft exhale as he caught himself leaning closer than necessary.

“Jimin...” you began, your voice a little quieter than usual, unsure of why it felt like the words were more loaded than they had been before.

He paused, looking up, the air between you two thick with unsaid things. “Yeah?”

For a moment, neither of you moved. The pull between you was strong, magnetic. The moments of danger you had shared were fading, but there was something else growing in its place.

He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face, his touch lingering a fraction too long. There was a softness to his gaze, a tenderness you hadn’t expected from someone like him.

“You’re gonna be fine,” Jimin said, his voice low, though his words were meant to comfort you. But it felt like more than that. It was an unspoken promise, a soft reassurance that you didn’t know you needed.

Before either of you could say anything more, the door creaked softly, and a knock interrupted the fragile silence, making both of you pause.

The door opened, and Lee Yun stepped inside, her gaze flicking between the two of you with a knowing look, as if she could sense the shift in the room.

“Just checking in,” she said, her tone casual but with an undercurrent of authority. “How are you feeling?”

You gave her a tight smile, though the exhaustion was still clearly visible in your face. “I’m… fine. Could be worse.”

Lee Yun nodded but didn’t leave immediately. There was something in her eyes that told you she had more to say. She glanced at Jimin, then back to you. “Can I have a moment?” she said, her voice softer, almost apologetic.

Jimin hesitated, his eyes flicking to you, he didn’t want to leave.

"I’ll be fine," you said softly, offering him a reassuring smile.

Reluctantly, Jimin stood, brushing a hand through his hair, his expression unreadable. "I’ll be right outside if you need me."

You nodded as he left the room, Lee Yun stepping in to fill the silence. The door clicked shut behind him, and you let out a quiet breath, the room feeling emptier now that he was gone.

Lee Yun moved to take up the space Jimin had just vacated by your hip, her eyes now sharp and professional. "Let me fill you in," she said, folding her arms.

You nodded, trying to focus on the present, on Lee Yun’s words, but your mind kept drifting back to Jimin.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Jimin stood with his back to the door, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket as Kang Hyun and Dr. Han discussed the events in low tones.

"So," Kang Hyun said, glancing at Jimin with a sigh, "we've accounted for everything. The facility’s been thoroughly destroyed. No one’s getting their hands on anything related to the prototype ever again."

Jimin didn’t respond immediately, still processing everything that had happened. "And the vial?" he asked, his voice quieter now.

Lee Yun’s voice filtered through the door, just loud enough for them to hear. “We’ll never know what was in it. Could have been a weapon, could have been a test serum, but it’s gone now. No need to chase ghosts."

Jimin nodded slowly, the weight of it all settling in. "So, that’s it then. The prototype’s destroyed. And we go back to pretending this was just another mission, right?"

Kang Hyun gave him a measured look. “We’re still cleaning up the mess Specter left behind. But yes, for now, we move forward.”

Jimin exhaled, a long breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. "And what about them?" he asked, his gaze flicking toward Dr. Han.

Dr. Han, who had been standing quietly in the corner, stepped forward. “I-I didn’t know they were going to use people. The testing—it was all supposed to be… controlled.” His voice wavered with guilt. "I didn’t know it would go this far."

Jimin’s eyes narrowed, and he wanted to say something, but he didn’t. Not right now. The moment was too raw.

A quiet tension settled over the room, and for a moment, all Jimin could do was stand there, listening to the quiet murmur of Lee Yun’s voice in the other room. Something had shifted, and he couldn’t ignore the way things had changed—not just between him and you, but everything.

VANGUARD HEADQUARTERS ────── ONE WEEK LATER

It had been a few days since the dust had settled and you’d left Jeju, the events of the mission still fresh in your mind. Vanguard's headquarters was an ultra-modern building, all glass and sleek metal—cold on the outside, but buzzing with activity inside. You, Lee Yun, and a few others from your team were here today to discuss an alliance with Vanguard after the success of your previous mission.

As you stepped off the elevator, a soft hum of conversation filled the spacious foyer. Vanguard’s team, much like yours, was always in motion. And yet, you couldn’t help but feel a small knot of anticipation in your stomach. It wasn’t just about the alliance. It was the fact that Jimin was here. You hadn't seen him since the mission wrapped up, and although you'd exchanged a few texts, it was clear you both needed some space after everything that had happened.

As the team filtered into the conference room, you stayed behind, glancing out the large windows overlooking the city. It was hard to believe just how much had changed in such a short amount of time.

And then, you heard the soft click of shoes against the polished floor.

You turned, your heart suddenly racing. There he was.

His presence had always been electric, but today, something felt different. His gaze found you almost immediately, and for a moment, it felt like the world slowed down.

“Hey,” he said, his voice light but with that familiar warmth.

You smiled, a little nervous but feeling something warm curl in your chest at the sight of him. "Hey yourself."

He hesitated for just a split second, then pulled you into a hug. It was gentle, almost reluctant, as if he was still trying to gauge how to navigate the space between you two after everything. He lingered there for a moment, his arms around you tight but his touch careful.

“You good?” he asked, his voice low, breath brushing against your ear.

You chuckled, feeling lighter than you had in days. “I’m good. I mean, I’m mostly healed. Just... exhausted, you know?”

Jimin pulled back just enough to look at you, his gaze scanning your face, lingering on the faint traces of bruising that had yet to fade. “You sure? I—” he stopped himself, his hand reaching out almost involuntarily, a soft touch brushing the side of your face.

The gesture was so small, so subtle, but it made your heart skip.

His thumb gently brushed against your cheek, a tender touch that made your breath hitch. His gaze softened even further—It wasn’t something either of you had planned for, but the pull was undeniable.

Your fingers grazed his shirt, a silent invitation, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned in closer. He hesitated for just a second, his breath mingling with yours, as he met you halfway.

The kiss was slow at first—tentative, as though both of you were testing the waters. You felt his hand cup the back of your head, guiding you gently, sharing a breath as he changed angles and deepen the kiss. Your tongues swirled, and the smack of your lips meeting his was the only sound in your ears.

When you pulled away, your foreheads touched, breaths mingling, chests rising and falling in unison.

"I don’t want to rush things," Jimin murmured softly, his voice low and vulnerable.

You chuckled, your own breath uneven as you leaned in, your lips brushing his briefly. “Neither do I,” you whispered back, your smile spreading like warmth.

And then, as if unable to resist, Jimin leaned in again, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, lingering there for a second longer than necessary. When he pulled back, his lips found yours again, this time for a gentle peck.

He pulled away, his lips lingering just above yours, a playful grin curling at the corners of his mouth.

Another peck, then a third, his lips moving in rhythm with yours, soft and sweet, building slowly but steadily into something deeper. You couldn’t help but giggle between the kisses, the lightheartedness making your heart flutter in your chest. You couldn't remember the last time you'd felt so... normal. So connected, even after everything that had happened.

"Jimin..." you murmured between the kisses, but he silenced you with another soft press of his lips to yours, the kiss growing more insistent as his hand slipped to the small of your back, pulling you even closer.

“Well, aren’t you two just adorable?”

You immediately flushed, your heart racing. You jerked back from Jimin as if you'd been caught doing something wrong, your eyes widening in surprise, your body stiffening slightly.

Jimin let out a breathy laugh. "We were just-" he started, but Lee Yun raised a hand to stop him.

"I know, I know," she said, her voice filled with mock exasperation. "You're fine, but the others are waiting for you."

You sigh, stepping away from Jimin to join the others in the conference room. Lee Yun was right. There was business to attend to, and now, more than ever, it seemed important this alliance to be sealed.

In the meeting room, things quickly shifted back to professional mode. Everyone took their seats around a sleek glass table, Jimin sitting across from you, his gaze lingering on you now and then.

"We need to talk about what comes next," Lee Yun began, addressing everyone. "The mission was a success, but the bigger picture remains. Vanguard’s resources will be invaluable as we continue our work. We’ll be splitting responsibilities—"

You tuned out the specifics for a moment, still feeling Jimin’s gaze on you. His expression was unreadable, but the small glances he kept throwing your way told you a different story.

"So, any thoughts on what comes next for us?" you asked, keeping your voice light.

Jimin blinked, clearly caught off guard for a moment. But then his lips curled into that mischievous smile you knew so well. "Maybe we should take a break after all this hard work. Grab dinner, talk things over?”

"Maybe," you teased.

Before you could say anything more, Lee Yun’s voice cut in, drawing your attention back to the meeting.

"Let’s focus, team. We’ve got a lot of work ahead."

But even as she spoke, you and Jimin shared one more lingering look, biting back grins and giggles. And though you didn’t say it out loud, both of you knew that things weren’t going to stay "normal" for long.

[getoogles]

; KANG TAEHYUN 🐿️ fight, flight, or fuck? (atwb! 2)

part one | atwb! masterlist

— note; i know little to nothing about boxing and genuinely cannot look at this fic anymore :D. any feedback or thoughts for the series are welcomeee. bold dialogue is in english. edited.

— synopsis; it’s the next day reunited with your favourite people in the world, and taehyun has a proposal for you that you can’t pass up, including a little surprise to spice up your time together. 12.6k words (💀).

— cw; hella fluff again, smut, poly relationship (ot5 + you), long distance relationship, idol txt, actor reader, more yn usage, SO MANY PETNAMES, sonny angel unboxing cuz i can, domtop male reader, taejun crumbs, lil feminisation, humiliation kink, tiny manhandling/strength kink, unused safeword, anal fingering, sex toys (vibrating butt plug), edging & denial, semi-public (in an empty gym room, then shower room), foot humping, face-fucking (t receiving), facial, subspace, he cries a teensy bit, aftercare, mentioned shower sex & creampie.

the sweet scent of pancakes wafting through the cracked door is what steals you apart from your deep slumber, accompanied by an immense appetite. beomgyu is still passed out, despite the bright light filtering in from the early afternoon sun. he’s sprawled out on top of you, arms secured around your top half while you lie on your stomach, and you think you can feel a sticky patch of skin on your back where he may or may not have drooled a little.

you can’t bring yourself to move at first, choosing to lay with your eyes closed to commit to memory the rare feeling of peace that holds your body. the brown-haired man lightly snores away above you, barely discernible over the sound of the ac, and the sun’s golden rays warm your skin. this is home. you let out a pleased hum and wiggle your whole body automatically, beomgyu’s following along, at the serenity of it all.

then reality sets in once again. the pinches of discomfort in your stomach quickly morph into a black hole, the pain near unbearable with the way your insides seem to warp around each other in a cry for sustenance. with a small sigh at the terms of your mortality, you attempt to slide out of your boyfriend’s grip. it isn’t without its challenges, however. beomgyu tightens his hold unconsciously, even going so far as to roll with you when you turn onto your side to pry the iron grip manually. lacing his fingers with yours, you successfully get loose and crawl onto the cool floor.

“why are you leaving me?” his whines flow out in a low rasp, even deeper than his usual pitch thanks to sleep, eyes still shut. he extends a blind arm out to look for you and finds nothing but still warm sheets. amused by his antics, you reach out to card your fingers through his long, messy hair.

“good morning to you too, beomie.” beomgyu only grunts at you while leaning into your touch, insisting you answer his question. “my stomach is caving in on itself, baby. i’ll bring you some breakfast, hm?”

the younger nods languidly, finally blinking his beautiful dark eyes open to look at you. he puckers his lips adorably with the small energy he managed to summon, eyes already fluttering close again. after granting his wish and one more on his nose, you slip out of the room and allow your own nose to guide you (you also had some trouble keeping your eyes open).

you’re soon greeted with the sight of taehyun’s broad back, arriving just as he skilfully grabs a golden slice of bread on its ascent from the toaster. you move behind him silently and slip your arms around his waist to curl yourself over his body. taehyun jumps in shock, scolding you for creeping up like that but leans into your embrace anyway while he starts on another task. he’s a lot firmer than you remember, you think as your hands dance along his tank top and apron, and remind you of his physique. it’s a lot different seeing – and feeling – it in person. you make a mental note to comment on his well-earned progress.

“did you sleep well?” he asks.

“not for long, but it was the best i’ve had in a while. did you?”

“me too – i feel so much better when we’re all together.” you nuzzle taehyun’s neck at the sweet comment and he scrunches up with a wide, dimpled smile. “you were up late? how long was the movie?”

“yeah honey, how was the movie?” the new teasing voice makes your head spin. yeonjun is strolling in, old graphic shirt half on and bare face making your stomach twist and turn (in a good way this time). he gives you a pointed look as he leans on the counter beside the two of you. you pull a silly face in return at the realisation of being caught. nice one, you berate the you of yesterday as you feel your cheeks heat up in slight mortification.

he isn’t finished, however, commenting childishly, “ehhh~ don’t act shy now. he was all over me last night after you roughed him up,” you guess soobin had snuck into his room in the middle of the night (he really loved his post-sex cuddles). taehyun looks a little lost, both at your obvious embarrassment and yeonjun’s tittering.

“taehyun, you didn’t hear them last night?” at his words, taehyun cranes his neck around to take a gander at you for the first time since you stepped into the kitchen. sure enough, some weak marks litter your darker skin. as expected of soobin.

“well, if you must know, we, uh,” you cough into your fist, “did get a little distracted... but that’s fine, because i know it’s five stars on letterboxd anyway.”

“heard something else was five stars too — you couldn’t even wait until his room, ya nasties.” the ginger snickers at his own joke, barely dodging the hand towel you grab and whip at him. looks like someone woke up on the right side of bed. such incessant teasing was inevitable, yet you find the eldest’s playfulness infecting you contagiously. while you’re preoccupied, taehyun slips around you to carry some large plates filled with a variety of breakfast foods over to their dining table. yeonjun is quickly distracted, his arms up in defence losing their strength, “wow, looks delicious, tae.”

you hum in agreement, picking up two dishes you figured made the cut and helping out with the transfer. once the three of you had laid out the humble dining table, taehyun pauses at the head with a pleased expression before glancing up at you with big, round eyes.

“i’m about to fuck this shit up,” he laughs at your choice of words, picking up a juicy strawberry and pressing it to your lips. If there’s one thing taehyun loved, it was feeding his favourite people in the world. you take a big bite before you kiss him in appreciation. the sweet juices flood his mouth when you do, and he blames the fresh fruit as to why you taste so irresistible. his eyes are still closed when you pull away with a thank you, pretty. you miss his flustered smile as you turn back to the table, “damn, this really is a lot. you made it all yourself?”

“yeah. i wanted to do something nice since you’re back, and it’s been a minute since we had a big home-cooked breakfast like this. right, hyung?” yeonjun nods, looking up at the both of you from his seat, eyes sparkling as flavour bursts in his mouth, so good.

“next time, tell me please. i want to help. but thank you, thank you, thank you. you spoil me too much.” you punctuate each thanks with a pointed kiss on his cheek.

the oldest pulls out the chair beside him and pats it a couple times for you to take a seat. you do so quickly, hand moving to the exposed parts of his waist and caressing the skin. not missing the chance, yeonjun cuts up a piece of the hotteok he was just munching on and brings it to your lips with an expectant look. the warm syrup catches on your lips as he places it in your mouth. he has a mind to lick it off, but you beat him to it, tongue catching it in one swipe.

“is it good?” taehyun asks, still standing at the head of the table with hands on his narrow hips. yeonjun is watching you like a hawk too. you munch a couple of times to let the taste flood your tastebuds. your deep, content moan is all that he needs. “eat lots, guys.” taehyun takes off his apron before joining both of you at the table, beginning to ask more about your time away.

you’re about halfway through your delicious homemade feast when hyuka joins you, greeting all three of you while he fills his plate to the brim. soobin is next to arrive with the slightest limp to his step. huening can’t hide his amusement at the sorry state of his hyung.  

“don’t laugh,” he complains shyly, trying to fix his wild black hair as he surveys the food. everyone is eyeing him, one or two a tad jealous and all entertained. his neck boasts pretty patches of crimson, and his face is puffy like the bread he loves to eat. you wink at him when he catches your eyes through his black-rimmed glasses. he’s noticeably flustered, but doesn’t let it stop him from asking, “where’s beomgyu?”

“still in bed. ah-! i said i’d bring him some food. whoops.” you start to move when yeonjun suggests you bring him out so you can all eat together. you agree and head back to his room, unable to resist giving soobin’s supple butt a rub and a pat when you slip by him.

beomgyu is awake when you return to his room, wrapped up in his duvet and scrolling on his phone with a loose hand. he’s quick to discard it off to the side as he spots your figure, looking at you with a disgruntled expression when you beckon him up. “come on, pup. let’s go eat together.”

“hyung it’s been like an hour. you forgot about me, huh.”

“first of all don’t exaggerate; it wasn’t that long. second, nooo, i didn’t forgetttt! how could i ever?” he rolls away from you at the lilt to your voice, and your awful lying skills. at his stubbornness you walk closer and lean over him, now able to see the cute ‘:>’ face he’s sporting and knowing that he wasn’t actually upset. “hyung is sorry, gyu. i love you.” he meets your puppy dog eyes briefly before closing them and making a show of snuggling in.

“i’m ‘sleep. love you too though.” beomgyu feels your arms wind around his waist, and before he knows it, his body is waving goodbye to the warmth of his mattress and he’s in the air. of course, it doesn’t happen silently, his mouth moving faster than his mind as he screams in shock. it’s startling for you too; you quickly place him down but don’t loosen your hold – his knees had yet to regain their strength from his brief spout of adrenaline, meaning you were the only thing stopping him from face-planting the floor.

“that was so much fun!” beomgyu grins like a madman, now fully awake. he spins around to look at you with gorgeous brown eyes, overflowing with love. you’re a little confused by how much he enjoyed it, but let your expression do the talking for you, happy you could make him smile. “i want a piggyback. please?”

you turn around in reply, bending at the knees for him to hop on. he does so without any trouble and loops his arms around your shoulders, allowing you to walk the pair of you back into the kitchen.

“i’m surprised you got him out of bed, honestly.” soobin comments, shoving some buttered bread into his mouth.

“but of course,” you slip into your previous seat next to yeonjun after dropping beomgyu off by the spare chair, the ginger’s arm reaching out to rest over the back of your chair. taehyun is quick to pass the new arrival his favourites, making sure the brunet ate a good amount. beomgyu ruffles his black hair in appreciation as you ask, “what are we doing today?”

most of them didn’t have any specific plans, besides heading to the office for a quick meeting about their break plans. there were a few friends you planned to meet up with while you were in south korea, and your agency had set up some castings and a test shoot for you attend but you wanted to spend a majority of your time with your boyfriends. which meant tagging along here and there, and somewhat impromptu dates and precious quality time.

“yn-hyung,” taehyun catches your attention, “do you want to come to the gym with me today? before the meeting? i want to practise some boxing techniques i learnt abroad while we’re over there.”

“mh, yeah! i haven’t worked out in a while because i’ve been so busy lately.” taehyun grins at your quick and enthusiastic acceptance, happy he could spend some time with you.

“why didn’t you invite me?” huening complains jokingly.

“do you want to come?” the older challenges him in an instant.

“no… but still.” he pouts, and soobin gives his soft cheeks a pinch with a fond smile. “i would’ve if you said something earlier though. i wanna see hyung beat you up.”

the unexpected attack causes laughter to break out around the table. you flex your biceps after your bought of cackles, pointing with two fingers at your own eyes and then directing them to taehyun in a taunt.

“i don’t know about that one anymore, hyuka; taehyun’s gotten really good.” beomgyu joins in, eyeing his younger member.

“actually, i can tell.” you can’t help but admit, “well, i’ll need to see it first-hand y’know, put him to the test and the like. but holy shit, babe – i was thinking about it earlier when I was hugging you, and i could literally feel how hard you’ve worked.”

taehyun feels his lips hike up further and further as everyone else joins in with the compliments, recognising his effort over the years. he pulls up his arms too, flexing off the growth and definition to your whoops and cheers.

“it’s kinda scary,” soobin chimes in off-handedly. beomgyu takes his comment personally.

“i don’t know why you’re scared! you little bitch, he’s always attacking me!” that is also true, you nod along through your laugh. taehyun loved fighting and putting his physical strength to good (?) use, and the current brunet tended to be the unfortunate target of his affections, his protests often ringing loud in the background of calls and videos.

beomgyu directs the topic back to you with a finger, offering you up to be the new sandbag with little regard for your own opinions on the matter. luckily for him, you’re more than happy to take his position. you and taehyun share a subtle look that soobin is the only one to catch onto, watching as a common understanding passes through your eyes. the leader has absolutely no plans to intervene. poor beomgyu.

after eating, yeonjun quickly steals you away to his room, with plans to nap. he hadn’t been awake for more than maybe two hours at that point, but such a glamorous lifestyle meant full nights of sleep were few and far between. the older had told you earlier how he hadn’t been sleeping so well recently, using the truth as an incentive to make you follow along. although you would’ve agreed regardless, forever at his beck and call.

the ginger falls into his unmade bed with you right behind him, sliding ungracefully over his body to reach his other side, and curling your arms around each other. it’s still for a while, just the sounds of your light breathing and the faint thumps of your heartbeats until you speak up, “are you really going back to sleep?”

he furrows his thick eyebrows the way he endearingly does in mild frustration at your question, grumbling into your neck as his arms tighten around you, “yes. you’re my body pillow, so you can’t leave. you can talk if you’d like though. you know i love your voice.”

“i can talk! well, i’ll say,” you bring up a hand to run through his light hair, sweeping it away from his face so you could kiss his forehead, “there’s no-one quite as generous as you, my prince. how should i serve you? sing your praises? reminisce my favourite times together? i fear you won’t be getting much rest,” at your sudden roleplay yeonjun’s defined cheeks tug up and he giggles with glee at your consideration.

“honey you’re cute,”

“i know. you’re cuter though,”

it shouldn’t be new news that your jjunie loves to be loved, to be adored, even babied on the occasion. the latter didn’t happen as frequently as he would’ve liked with the other members, seeing as he was the oldest and endorsed with the star-studded title of ‘4th gen it boy’. soobin often indulged him as his leader but age hierarchies triumphed most of the time. you were younger than him but had a sense of maturity from your upbringing and how you lived your adult life, as well as being a foreigner to korea.

so whenever you were home, he’d turn it up to the max. and of course, you’d let your cuteness aggression get the better of you. not like the other four were any less adorable in your eyes. it was meant to be. as he nuzzles closer, yeonjun’s cheeks begin to hurt from how hard he’s smiling. he would absorb your entire being endocytosis-style if he could, and you still wouldn’t be close enough.

around you, yeonjun could relinquish control and relax without questions or judgement, something he adored you for dearly. this year had been tough – maybe the toughest they’d had yet – with the first name chapter reaching the success that it did and countless promotions in both south korea and abroad. all the times he’d wanted nothing more than to collapse into your arms and empty his head of all his worries yet with no success had weighed on you too, feeling guilt that you couldn’t be there when he, and the rest, needed you the most. it ate you up inside. but you were together now, and you’d make the most of it. who knew when you’d see each other in person again?

“love you, jjunie.”

“i love you more, baby.”

“yn-hyung,” a soft voice steals your attention from your phone. yeonjun sleeps away peacefully glued to your skin, having passed out not long after your confessions. you spot taehyun in the doorway to yeonjun’s room and smile at the sight of him, waiting for him to speak. his circular eyes move from your face to yeonjun’s, then back to you again, showing clear hesitance.

“are you busy..?” you snicker quietly, keeping your voice low as you reply to keep your sleeping prince asleep.

“i said i wouldn’t leave, but he’s been asleep for a while. why, what’s up, doll?” the familiar pet name makes him smile, and he beckons you over with a hand.

“come, i want to show you something before we go.” his words make you check your wrist, and you realise indeed that the time for your impromptu training session was creeping closer. you nod at the younger and lift a finger up to tell him you’ll be just a second. by the time you’ve wormed out of yeonjun’s weak hold and replaced your absence with an actual body pillow, taehyun had slipped out of yeonjun’s room to wait in the corridor.

“okay,” you look at him gently, “what is it?” without an answer, taehyun takes your hand and pulls you to his own bedroom just one door over, shutting it behind you.

then it feels like you’ve suddenly turned invisible. the silence is long, and you wait, somewhat patiently, for taehyun to speak. the idol fiddles lightly; running a hand through his black hair to pull it out of his face, tugging at the already loose collarbone of his brown custom-made hoodie. in case you were contributing to his unusual nervousness, you take a seat on his bed to flip the height dynamic, resting your weight on one hand placed behind you in a relaxed position.

your eyes trail the room, “did you change some things in here, tyun? it looks a different.”

taehyun almost springs into action, “uh!” he nods endearingly, “i got a new dresser and put out some souvenirs from- oh!” a light bulb appears over his head, following along as he moves to his desk – in a new position, you observe alone – and picks up a familiar-looking shape. he then takes a seat next to you, handing you the hexagonal box covered in hearts, “i got you a sonny angel! it’s from one of the valentine’s collections.”

you gasp and you look at him wide-eyed before rotating the box in small disbelief. you had started collecting the cute figurines not that long ago after falling in love with them through an instagram reel some months back, and kept the boys updated. you had lots of fun in sharing your finds, even attributing nicknames to your favourites, and comparing some to your boyfriends. it appeared to be part of a collection from a few years back. taehyun would’ve been in the middle of promotions for temptation when he picked it up, which made it even more special that he was thinking of you during the hectic time.

“aha! no fucking way! thank you so much, baby.” you turn to pull him into a side hug, leaving a kiss on his cheek. “can i open it?”

“obviously; it’s yours.” you realise a little too late that the question was unnecessary, but quickly open it up. a small figure dressed in a yellow shirt with ‘LOVE’ written on the front in red font greeted your grinning face, the angel’s left mouse ear decorated with what looked like dripping milk chocolate.

“it’s a mouse!”

“do you like it? is it new?” taehyun had watched you unbox it on the edge of his seat, fingers and toes crossed tightly in hopes it wasn’t one you already had.

“yes?! i’m so happy. now I just need the sheep to complete this collection. this is so much fun!” you kick your feet in happiness and tackle taehyun on his bed. he doesn’t stay down for long, summoning his strength to flip you over so he’s on top and confining your arms above your head. the impromptu wrestling match catches you off guard, and by the time you register what’s happening, taehyun’s grip on your wrists and your waist with his thighs are too solid to break out of.

he grins above you, fanged teeth on display. you struggle to speak through your laughter, but manage to concede the victory to taehyun, “we should save our energy for later, tyun.”

“whatever, flop. i’m gonna beat your ass, just wait.” he loosens up, yet with your hands still entwined and unremoved from his seat on your stomach, looking down at you with stars sparkling in his boba eyes as you scoff.

“alright, big man. i’ll believe it when it happens.” you play with each other’s fingers for a second, until you remember why you were together in the first place, “what was it that you were gonna show me? i’m so curious,”

“…that was it.” your face falls at your inconsiderate words but before you can say anything taehyun grins at you, “jk.”

“ha ha ha.”

taehyun slides off from on top of you and you sit up, watching as he lowers himself to reach under his bed. he pulls out a black, rectangular box, one that you’re not at all a stranger to. when you can see his face again, you notice how his ears have lit up to stand out against the dark strands framing his face. “jagi do you remember… like a while ago, the video?”

it seems like his sentence ends there, despite the lack of actual information he’d given you – a lot of videos, and some more, had been exchanged in your time apart. you lift both eyebrows to show you’d need a little more than that.

“y’know, that video,” a blank stare. rolling his eyes lightly through his blush, taehyun thinks of something else that could hint at what he was talking about, without saying it outright. “the one that i sent you with kai.” a memory flashes across your mind after a moment of thinking.

“oh.” you remembered that one very well. you can feel yourself grow hot as the events fly back to you.

if your poor memory served you right, it happened around their stop in washington dc. you’d actually been in new york city that time, for a week for a short campaign with tom ford. the similar time zones allowed you to call and text more frequently than if you were on opposite ends of the earth (which it was a majority of the time). it was late at night, the night after their second concert and the day before they were to fly to another state. you were in bed, scrolling on your phone while our planet played on the tv. then, a video attachment notification appeared at the top of your screen, sent from taehyun.

the preview was black and you assumed it’d just be a clip of him doing something silly to make you smile, like it tended to be. oh boy, were you wrong. on their end, taehyun's screen very soon lit up with your incoming video call.

you cough as the image of their bare lower halves resurfaces in your mind, matching buttplugs snuggled in between their cheeks. “um, yeah. i remember. it was such a nice surprise, tyunnie. what about it?”

“well,” he begins to open up the box, eyes flitting between you and the task at hand, “i was thinking we could make today fun… did you know it vibrates?”

your eyes nearly fly out of your head. “what?? they vibrate?” you don’t recall it being mentioned on your call back then.

“uh,” he nods and his healthy hair follows suit, bouncing up and down. you reach out a hand to smooth down his hair and he leans into your palm when you rest it on his cheek. when you look down, you can see he’s retrieved it, a deep burgundy colour against his light skin. you take it from his hands and inspect it in awe. it looked to be medium in size, about two inches in width and just over four in length. “here’s the remote.”

once he hands you both of the small devices, you waste no time in switching it on to its lowest setting on a constant hum. it springs to life in your hands, and you gasp in exclamation at the unexpected surge of power. suddenly you can feel a hot flash spark through your body in anticipation. you keke lightly and give taehyun seductive eyes, waving the buzzing toy by your face, “so you wanna use it?”

“mmh, don’t you think it’ll be fun? i’ll need a handicap if you want any shot of beating me anyway, hyung.” he takes the remote from your grasp and turns it off with glowing cheeks, cautious about the battery life although he made sure it was fully charged earlier today.

“okay, pretty.” you pull him close with a loose grip on his neck, your lips brushing against his ever so. “let me prep you?”

taehyun hums lowly in response and keeps his eyes trained on your lips. you don’t make a move. he groans, feeling his heart race at your closeness. “you’re such a tease,”

“you love it.”

“maybe i do,” taehyun leans back to fall on his bed, pulling you down on top of him with ease. his strong legs loosely frame your hips, and you keep yourself propped up above him with your forearms. “wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?”

you stare at him unimpressed (actually quite impressed at the reference), but taehyun is cackling away like he’s told the joke of the century. by the time he’s calmed down, there’s a lone tear escaping from his eyes. you wipe it off with your thumb and give him another look, unable to stop your smile.

“don’t act like it wasn’t funny.”

“only a little bit. don’t let it get to your head.” there’s a drifting look in taehyun’s eyes when you finish talking and you know he wasn’t listening to a single word. you await his next actions eagerly. he doesn’t disappoint, pulling you down into a deep kiss. his hand rests at the back of your head to keep you near, and the other takes your own hand.

he leads it up his hoodie to rest on his warm skin, silently handing you the reigns. and you take them. a small moan trickles from his pink lips when you pin both his hands above his head with your free hand. the other you use to trace a line down the valleys of his toned stomach before landing at his small waist and tugging him up into you. you roll your hips into his ass and swallow his gasps with your mouth.

you move along and trail tender kisses down his jaw until you’re by his ear, and whisper, “you want me?”

kang taehyun is not a man who shies away from what he wants. and what he wants is you. his actions are enough to tell you that when he nods quickly, legs restless where they tighten around your hips in growing need. you can’t help your wolfish grin, and taehyun can feel the heat run south at the look in your eyes.

if you were in a different mood, you might have made him beg, maybe teased him for proposing such a lewd idea, one at his extremely professional office, nonetheless. but fortunate for your delectable boyfriend, you’re feeling particularly pleasant today. not to mention how wonderful he’s being to you too, trusting you endlessly and giving you control of his body like this.

with that it doesn’t take long until three of your fingers are curling away inside his tight ass, and you’ve reduced him down to a puddle of cute noises and hushed moans. his pretty dick is bright red as it leaks endlessly, but you’re resourceful and scoop it up with your fingers, using it to pump at his length. taehyun’s hips twist and jerk under your hold, but he does his best to keep still and you’re sure to let him know with praise that makes tears spring to his eyes.

“hyung, i-i can’t,” it doesn’t help that his orgasm builds embarrassingly fast. in fact taehyun’s surprised he made it to three fingers without blowing his load all over himself.

“mmh? hyung’s here,” your soft words don’t help one bit. if anything, the fidgeting increases and his moans more frequent. the way he looks at you, face screwed in pleasure and big brown eyes pleading with you. for what, you aren’t sure of but nonetheless your cock stirs in your shorts. you too keep your eyes trained on him like a hawk, gaze burning wherever it landed on his body as you soak in everything he has to offer. so pretty.

“are you close, baby?” you finally ask, letting go of his dick to rub circles on his hips. it didn’t seem like he was letting himself go any time soon, and it was a fool’s bet on just how much longer he could last.

taehyun doesn’t answer you verbally, whimpering when your thrusts pick up in intensity. it’s hard, so fucking hard, to will himself to move, however, it’s easier than trying to string a sentence together. instead, the hand that had been gripping the sheets by his head, to the point of threads breaking, reaches down to stop you before he loses even more control of himself.

the younger wasn’t the biggest fan of the more intense overstimulation, like the oldest three favoured, you’d come to learn about him. you had also learned that he much preferred some edging. he was patient and prided himself on self-control; what better way to test that than denying such a primal instinct? you stay inside of him as you lean over and closer to take in his dazed expression, rosy cheeks, and fluttering eyes as he tries to get his breathing stable.

“so cute,” you coo. his determination is extra impressive given this is the first time you’ve touched him in literal months. “are sure you can work out like this?”

“hyung, the p-plug,” you take that as a yes, knowing he would let you know if he wasn’t up for it at any point. kneeling up, you slowly pull out your fingers and grab the plug. once you’ve lubed it up sufficiently, you press it into taehyun until the flat base is flush against his stretched rim, leaning down to press a kiss on his inner thigh in encouragement.

“you did so well f’me, doll. good?”

taehyun wiggles his hips, sucking in a breath when the toy sitting inside him glides against his swollen prostate. “mmh. good. give me a second please.”

you wait patiently as taehyun collects himself, watching his handsome face knit and relax in pleasure. while you missed the pink, darker hair looked gorgeous on him, undeniably so. it’d be a pointless lie to say you made it through unaffected by him but it’s nothing you can’t handle, and it’s easy to put yourself aside to focus on him. lacing your fingers through his, you sit him up and cuddle him.

“should we go soon?”

“yeah, we should – it’s getting late and i wanna get a good sesh in before the meeting.” he mumbles into your shoulder.

“okay; i’m gonna go get changed and get our shit ready. you drinking pre?”

“is the sky blue?” his tone is definite and you’re sure he thought it was a scandalous question.

“actually, no it’s not. not right now, anyway.” (it was currently quite overcast). taehyun doesn’t say a work but leans back, left arm poised by his head, and flinches as if to hit you. you knew he wasn’t going to, yet you duck off the bed and out the room regardless, laughing loudly.

after changing clothes and packing everything you both needed for the gym into a duffle bag, including shower material and a change of clothes, you head to the front of their dorm and drop it by the door. as you wait for taehyun, you linger in the kitchen where yeonjun appears to have made his way after waking up from his nap. his hair is still messy, and a shallow indent runs across his cheek from sleeping on his thin necklace. a cup of spicy ramen sits on the counter in front of him, and he scoops it into his mouth while staring at his phone.

“yeonjunnie~!”

“babyy, what’s up?” he headbutts your shoulder when you sidle up behind him and look over at his phone screen nosily. after a quick glance, you move to a cupboard and start prepping your pre-workout drinks.

“ready to get them gains. ahhh,” yeonjun picks up some noodles with his chopsticks without a second thought as you lean towards him, placing them in your mouth. you moan in approval and the ginger places a quick kiss on your lips, unable to resist the urge.

while you’re busy vigorously shaking the bottles, he rakes his eyes over you and notices you’re now wearing taehyun’s bulls’ jersey, paired with black basketball shorts. a different sort of hunger begins to rear its head at the sight of your muscles. “how was your nap, hyung?”

“good, good. did you sleep?” you shake your head. the spice of the noodles begins to settle on your lips, and you reach for a paper towel to wipe the remaining oil off.

“nah, taehyun wanted to talk about the training we’re doing.” you wiggle your fingers and eyebrows in his direction, stained paper towel and all, and he gives you an unimpressed look. yeonjun wasn’t too interested at first, but your childish actions quickly spark his curiosity.

“what?” the older asks. he strips the cup of its few remaining noodles quickly and tosses it away, draining the broth down the sink beforehand.

“we’re using a toy. don’t be too jealous.”

“oh? what toy?”

“this cute little red plug. it vibrates.” yeonjun’s heart swoons at your barely hidden excitement, even if it wasn’t directed at him. to be honest he has to give taehyun kudos, conflicted between wishing he was him and wishing he was you. or preferably, being there with the both of you.

first up was soobin, then taehyun. he really wasn’t surprised; the pair had a certain knack, an innovative spirit unique to the others, which meant that they succeeded in such areas requiring wit and quick thinking more often than not. with beomgyu and kai’s luck, he’s sure they weren’t far off from getting you in between their legs either. but yeonjun had a little something up his sleeve too.

not that it was a competition, or anything. they’re just horny for you, okay? making up for lost time, or the like.

the ginger sidles up to you where you rest against the countertop and laces his hands together behind your neck, luscious lips protruding in a lovely pout as he presses flush against you, “i’m a little jealous, i’ll admit it. buttt, are you doing anything saturday night?”

“not that i know of. why?” even as second nature permits you to hold his waist, you can’t help but raise an eyebrow at him suspiciously. his sharp eyes slowly trail up from your neck, taking in your lips, your nose, your eyes, until they reach where your frown is strongest. he takes a hand to smooth out the wrinkles.

“wanna come out? there’s an event at playtime. leather and lace, something like that. celeb guest list only, ‘nd lots of people you know are turning up, so you shouldn’t feel too awkward.”

just as yeonjun finishes his info dump taehyun walks into the room, now changed into a sleeveless, grey zip-up and black shorts that matched yours. two black face masks are tucked into his hand, as he already anticipated how you’d wish you brought one halfway to your destination.

you hum as you consider the proposal (you’d already decided yes, let’s be real) and ask curiously, picking up on how yeonjun’s eyes gain a pretty sparkle in hopes that you’ll say yes, “just us two?”

“taehyunnie too, if he’s down.” the both of you look at the only other member likely to attend, and he stares right back with big, sweet, empty eyes. “clubbing on saturday night.”

“i’ll think about it. you guys should take hyuka along. maybe yn-hyung can help him meet some people.”

“not bad. i’ll ask him about it,” another idea pops into your head as you look at taehyun. you beckon him over, “do you wanna show jjunie what we’re doing tonight?”

both eye you curiously at your question, but taehyun doesn’t object and steps closer until he’s beside you and yeonjun. you spin him around gently by the hips before you tell him to please pull down his shorts and boxers.

yeonjun’s small gasp makes his ears flare up in a heartbeat. also, it’s hard not to feel shy like that; bent ass out over the counter for both your hungry eyes to feast on. taehyun feels your larger hand on his ass, thumb opening him up so the maroon plug is on display. his rim, glistening with lube, flexes involuntarily at the exposure and the plug bounces gently. you could eat him right up. and when the ginger reaches out a hand to stroke taehyun’s ass, you know he feels the same.

“gorgeous, right?” you turn to yeonjun, inspecting his reaction. his fox-like eyes have darkened and his tongue darts out to moisten his lips as he nods slowly, entranced by the sight.

“you’re making me want to come with youuu,” he whines, looking up at you with a pout, “taehyun-ah, baby, you look so good, all stuffed like this,” the youngest responds with a timid ‘thanks’.

he lets you tug his shorts back over his butt, feeling dazed from all the attention and your whisper of “good girl” in his ear. when taehyun turns around to face you guys once more, he keeps his head down. yet before he can scurry off to the front door, yeonjun takes him by the waist to kiss him slowly, fully aware of you watching the raunchy display.

they go on until they’re breathless, taehyun just beginning to rut his hips into yeonjun’s as the ache between his legs is reignited. you have half a mind to skip the gym in favour of asking them to continue the show for you. while logical taehyun could kill you on the spot for making him miss a precious session, this taehyun, horny and thinking of nothing but both of your hands on his body, might snatch the chance up. it had been such a while since he had the opportunity, after all.

yeonjun looks like the cat who caught the canary as he lightly pushes taehyun towards you, giving you dangerously suggestive eyes and another pout, “ah really, it’s too bad i can’t join you. have fun and be careful. think of me, ok?”

once yeonjun has disappeared, taehyun elbows your stomach when he walks past you, talking through petulant lips as he complains about how humiliating that was. you grab the vanilla-flavoured concoctions with one arm and follow him with a shit-eating smile.

“give it a rest. we all know you like that shit.” his response is throwing a set of keys at you, slinging the duffle over his shoulder.

“you’re driving, asshole.”

the hybe office is bustling with people when you arrive around late afternoon, but thankfully the gym floor is pretty much bare. he picks an empty training room off to the side with an internal lock, and you assist in creating a makeshift ring with floor mats.

“what should we do to start off with, sir?”

“let’s see. i need to work on my footwork, so we’ll start with drills for that… then some combos with the pads… and end with a sparring match? hold on,”

taehyun jogs over to where you left your belongings by the speaker station earlier. he picks up his phone and snaps a sneaky picture of you as you stand in place and watch him, feeling reminded of the similar-looking emoji. then, he starts a video recording before propping it up so the camera has a clear view of the ring you'll be working out in. “i should record it for moa; i think they’d like it.”

“they’ll eat this shit up aha, you’re right. ‘i wish taehyun would put me in a headlock~!♡’” the pair of you burst out into laughter at the realistic comment. “hehe, sucks to be them because i get your headlocks whenever i want.”

you look at taehyun’s bare arms with a dreamy gaze, batting your eyelashes at him. while he might think that you’re just messing around and being dramatic as usual, all you can think about is how attractive he is. at the thought, you remember the pocket-sized toy sat dormant inside him. in the ride over, you’d made sure to discuss how you wanted to use it as well as establishing a safe word, especially important because you were in public.

“baby, bring the remote when you come back.”

he hands it to you, looking up at you with twinkling eyes and a smile that puts his fangs on display. “kiss?” you instantly indulge him and lean closer to leave several kisses on his pretty lips. he’s satisfied when you pull away, asking, “can you turn it on after we’ve warmed up? also, can i borrow your phone real quick?”

you hand it over without a second thought, also tossing the remote a ways off on the mat in response to his first question. it’s only then that you notice he has a skipping rope in hand. you watch with mild curiosity and begin your own warmup as he connects your phone to the room’s speaker and selects his hip-hop/workout playlist, which you can instantly recognise by the old-school rhythms.

once you’re both done getting your heart rate up and your body loose, you’re quick to switch the vibe onto its lowest setting. you do so without warning taehyun, and snicker to yourself when you see him flinch before freezing in place.

“how is it?”

“this might be harder than i thought,” oh, little did he know.

you spent a good half hour practising his new fancy footwork, a breeze for the both of you. then you moved on to grappling techniques, and that was something else entirely. the constant friction and physical contact meant taehyun was fully bricked up in no time. it was only when you felt his not-so-little friend poking you in the back of the thigh while he had you stomach down, arms pinned behind your back, that he noticed himself. he whined in complaint at your teasing, face maintaining a red hue even as he rolled off you to tuck it hurriedly in the elastic of his shorts.

taehyun is strong, yet agile, making it difficult for you to get out of his holds, let alone pin him down. you had to rely on your own strength to throw him off and your height to wring your limbs away from his grip. alas, natural abilities could only take you so far in the face of honed technique. you eventually tap out when you’re trapped against his front between his strong thighs as they bind around your waist for the nth time, your neck sandwiched in the crook of his elbow.

you stay sprawled between taehyun’s legs after he releases you, looking at his flipped image as he leans over you, black strands falling forward in thick waves. breathing feels harder than normal, and your words come out in a huff, “done? i’m tired of feeling like i’m in a straitjacket.”

the younger laughs at you and gives you a thumbs down in disapproval, “babe. you’re weaker than i remember.”

“suck my dick.”

“you wish i would.” the two of you exchange a look. then you press yourself down onto his bulge. he reacts exactly as you expected – hips jumping up into your back with a muted gasp.

“more like you wish i would.” you move out of taehyun’s reach before he can recover, rolling over to the discarded remote, “i’m going to turn it up, ‘kay? what’s your colour?”

“green!” he gives you an ‘ok’ with his hand, “i can keep going. it’s not as bad as i thought. like a little massage.”

“hmm, i hear ya. we’ll see about that in a bit.” your tone is nothing short of ominous yet before taehyun can question you, you kiss at his confused frown, effectively kissing away his minor concerns too. “is it time for the gloves yet? i’m looking forward to that the most.”

the clock says yes.

a pair of black boxing gloves are pulled onto taehyun’s hands and you pick up the matching pads, beginning to call out the few stances and throws you knew. he does extremely well, also helping you out in order to maximise his practice gains. he appreciated you weren’t a professional by any means, but your enthusiasm to learn and take part in something he was passionate about made up for it by miles. taehyun made sure to compliment you frequently and you did the same, fawning over his swift and powerful movements.

when you switched positions, taehyun’s taken aback by the concentration shining in your eyes. you pick up the combinations with ease and he finds himself itching to finally spar with you.

“solid hits, hyung. to be honest, i figured you’d be good but you’re better than i expected.” he comments as you finish a seven-set combo, shaking off his arms that took the brunt of your fists.

it’s not difficult to hear how his voice has lost its strength, wavering throughout his sentence and highlighting the effect of the little plug. you’d upped the setting considerably when the pair of you had switched roles – now it was noticeable; a faint buzzing following taehyun around.

you have no choice but to pause when he does. a break was certainly needed, anyway. you pull off one glove and take an experimental whiff of your hands, gagging immediately after. taehyun had watched the whole thing, amused at your self-inflicted misfortune, “why would you smell it?”

“why not? eurgh! my hand smells like shit.” that’s why, the younger gives you a sideways look. it didn’t help that it was dripping buckets from the long-term confinement in such thick material. a wave of mischief shadows your mind. taehyun steps closer, none the wiser, and you take the chance to grab him close, placing your sweaty palm over the bottom half of his face.

“ack-! oi! are you joking me? that’s disgusting, aish!” the younger sputters and tries to get out of your hold, worse off by the pads’ immobilisation. once your laughing fit dies down, you take pity on him and use the cotton material of his hoodie to wipe down his face. the damage is done, however. taehyun’s death glares don’t have much effect on you though (paired with the fact he can never stay mad at you for long), so you’re free to smooth out the crease between his eyebrows with said hand. he quickly slaps it away when he feels himself beginning to smile, telling you to keep your shitty hands away from his face.

“ayy, you shouldn’t frown so much kitty – you’re gonna give yourself wrinkles. can’t have that happening, it’s basically your whole career,”

“so’s yours!”

“oh, you’re right.”

taehyun rolls his eyes. he follows your lead in finally pulling off his pads, pulling a face at the similar state of his own hands. should’ve brought my own, he realises belatedly. “and it’s not my whole career, idiot. are you forgetting i can sing and dance? among various other talents. that also involves wiping the floor with your ass.”

you give him the middle finger at the unnecessary last comment but agree he’s speaking facts elsewhere. you take a seat on the padded floor and kick your legs out in front in order to take a proper rest. taehyun inches closer and lays beside you, nuzzling his head on your lap not unlike a cat would. “well, that’s why you’re so popular. how did i get so lucky?”

“more like we got lucky.”

“i beg to differ.”

“beg a little harder.” he quips with an undertone of seriousness, slipping a hand under your thigh and letting his eyes fall shut. you’ll give him this one. the plug vibrates with vigour inside him. taehyun doesn’t think it much when he feels his back curve upwards slightly, pushing his ass into the mat below. it’s subtle, the way he rocks his hips, but there’s really not much else that can steal your focus.

slowly, you unzip his sleeveless hoodie, patches darkened to a dim grey where his sweat had gathered. his chest is alive with pumping blood, turning white where your fingers dance patterns along his damp skin.

“how are you doing, my love?” you ask gently. you continue your journey down his lean body, drinking in his appearance while you wait for his answer.

“keep getting distracted by it,” and you. it’s short yet tells you all you need to know. he’s not a quitter after all. you check your watch and see an hour has passed. sparring could wait for a couple of minutes, no? you want to play for a little bit.

“oh, really?” you start with a pout, false sympathy decorating your voice, “does it help if i do this?” you thumb at one of his nipples, tugging and twisting at them as his hips begin to rock in more fervour, tiny gasps falling from his lips. his tits are full and firm against your palm, and the brief thought of slotting your cock between the deep valley they create dances across your mind, spurring action down south.

you move further down and slip a hand between taehyun’s strong thighs, deliberately dodging his throbbing cock. your fingers find the buzzing nub through his shorts to start fucking him with it slowly. the hand below your thigh tightens as pleasure crackles up his body like a whip, “ngh~! wait hyung! my phone, my p-phone’s still on,”

oh. you’d forgotten about that. he’d taken a couple of videos throughout, this most recent one intended to capture your combos. looks like there would be some changes to the scheduled program. it’s hard to tear your eyes away from taehyun to look at it, and even harder to get yourself to care. if anything, you’re somewhat glad it’s recording. the angle you’re at means the both of you are in frame, a clear picture of the sinful actions taking place between taehyun’s legs. you’re not sure how much is audible, however. the thought makes you press the plug harder into taehyun and his legs start to clamp around your arm as his face squeezes in pleasure.

“don’t worry about it, taehyun. i want you to send it to me first, then crop everything else out and delete the original, ok? if you wanna post it, ask soobin to double-check it first.” you command. taehyun nods quickly, eager to let the worry slip out of his mind – he trusted you would help him take care of it, and that you would.

he can feel his face knit together in white-hot pleasure when your thumb strokes firmly over his taunt balls and perineum, whiny moans slipping from his lips. it echoes around the empty room and bounces into his ears over tupac’s california love, making him painfully aware of how desperate he sounded. but your pace is relentless in pushing him to the edge and he slips a veiny hand around your wrist, mind set on stopping you but body wanting to take everything you’d give him.

“look at me.” taehyun’s round and sweet eyes open with a glossy sheen, finding your hungry gaze instantly. “so pretty doll, will you cum from me fucking you like this?”

he shakes his head from side to side, his mouth open to refuse. yet nothing comes of it except a hushed cry when you fuck the plug into him particularly hard, aiming directly for his prostate. your arm that reaches down his body is in perfect position for his thick bulge to flit across in short and rough motions, heat exuding from his sex and warming your skin. a small patch of sticky wetness where his aching cock peaks is evident too.

you smirk down at him, lips curling devilishly at his eagerness. you knew just how close he was to falling apart right there in the middle of the training room while also fully aware he didn’t want to. your other arm drifts behind you, long enough you can grab the remote without strain. “tell me to stop, and i will.”

“f-fuckkk, you’re being so mean.” taehyun whimpers out, despite only leaking faster at your rough treatment. you hum in acknowledgement but just drive your fingers harder, your breath catching when he squeals quietly at the precise jabs on his sweet spot, “mmh! there, r-right there hyungie,”

the tension in his lower stomach tightens further and further, hips torn between rocking into your merciless fingers and shying away from the delightful feeling altogether. to be honest, even if you wanted to move away, his toned thighs seemed determined to keep you in that exact spot, perfect for him to rut into. it’s such a beautiful melody how he sings for you, that you realise you don’t even mind, “don’t stop, oh my god,”

a wicked sense of victory envelopes you at his resignation. taehyun feels himself letting go and offers no resistance: the hand intended to stop you some minutes ago had since slid up to your bicep to tug you closer in encouragement, even. it happened quicker than you expected, but that only made it the more satisfying. for someone who could thrive so well on the opposite end – dashing out orders and insults like treats or pushing someone to the point of losing all their rational senses – taehyun looked just divine falling apart below you.

too bad.

the incessant vibration inside him suddenly stops, and you pull your hand away from his ass (as best as you can), letting it rest on the underside of his thigh. the younger immediately knows what’s up. while his body twitches beside you at the loss of his looming orgasm, a lone tear slips out of his clenched eyes at its sweet, lingering aftertaste, mouth falling open to catch his breath.

“i don’t remember telling you to stop. actually, i remember saying the exact opposite.” his eyes are still closed, and you gently wipe off the tear trailing slowly down the side of his face. you feel your forearm gain its freedom once more when he relaxes and lets his sweaty legs fall onto the mat. his visible annoyance comes in the form of a scowl, but your boyfriend is very rarely not cute in your eyes.

taehyun can hear the delight in your voice as you reply, “oh? guess that makes two of us. this is your handicap, remember? you can’t complain now,”

“oh, yes the fuck i can,” with a newfound desire to jump your bones, in both sexual and non-sexual frustration, taehyun pulls himself onto his knees facing you, thighs open to avoid stimulating himself further. the remote is lying face down by your side. he doesn’t recall it being there earlier. he leans over you to steal a wanton kiss, teeth clashing with yours in his untended ardour.

when he pulls away, you’re simmering with pride and tingling lips, eyes shining with joy at the state you’ve left him in. his own still glisten with tears of frustration, and it only makes your lips hitch up higher. taehyun’s determination strengthens tenfold at the sight of your smugness. now he just has to beat you. his ego would never forgive him if he didn’t. and he’d never live it down once the rest found out. the fire in his now dark eyes tells you everything you need to know.

“best of three?” you ask, a profound craving for your boyfriend now evident. the tension was ridiculous – you had enough self-awareness to feel the palpable desire between both of you. the sooner it was over, the better.

“best of three, and we’ll do two minutes each. get me some water first.”

“what, you feeling a little thirsty?” you provoke as you jump up onto your feet and head over to the duffle bag, glancing over your shoulder to see taehyun’s stare.

“do you want to die?”

not wanting to at that current moment but thoroughly enjoying getting under his skin, you pull up both hands by your head in surrender with a handsome grin. when you pass taehyun his water he takes it begrudgingly, looking up at you through his lashes with round eyes. don’t give me that look, you tell him with a hint of seriousness in your voice. you might just cave.

taehyun decides not to try again. he shoves you away when you laugh at his quick retreat. it’s for the better anyway; all his focus would be necessary to keep his body in check and moving at his will. even though all he can think about are your rough hands touching his skin, your muscles tense against his own as you take all you wanted from him – nothing more than what he was willing to give, no doubt.

taehyun takes some much-needed gulps of his cold beverage, as the chill runs down his body it takes with it most of his vulgar thoughts. not all of them. the toy snuggled inside of him, now switched back on at a lower setting, and massaging at his walls made sure of that. his body aches for release at your mercy once again, fuel on its bare bones after months past. so yes, only most.

and they stayed at bay well enough. he helped you with putting on the protective head and groin gear, before tugging the gloves onto your hands. it feels slightly weird, and you work on your mobility with some eccentric movements while taehyun does his own in order to get used to it.

then comes the first round. you could tell taehyun had taken it easy on you. you were thankful for that; even with subdued actions, he was still fast and accurate. with sweat beading down your temple, and your chest heaving with the exertion of taking his hits and dashing out a few decent ones of your own, the timer luckily goes off just after you find the prime time for a combo.

you win.

the second round, taehyun ramps it up considerably. it catches you off guard (no pun intended) but taehyun’s cocky smile at your surprised face cranks up your competitive nature. unfortunately, it isn’t enough to triple your experience and technique to match your cat-like boyfriend’s. the blows continue to stack against you until you manage to find a slim opening below taehyun’s elbows and swing. hard.

the moment your padded fists connect with his taunt stomach, all of taehyun’s debauched fantasies come flooding back, and he doubles over with a painful grunt. your gasp is loud and dramatic, barely over before you’re crouching beside him and hammering out a frenzied apology.

“taehyun! are you okay?? shit, i’m so sorry baby, i should’ve been more careful! does it hurt, how’s your breathing?”

the questions fly out like bullets, all of which taehyun misses thanks to his momentary blackout. he is certainly more than okay, that's for sure. what he isn't sure about is how much longer he can last. thankfully, there’s not long left to wait.

you win again (by default).

the third round does not happen.

instead, the two of you stumble into the single-stall bathroom, taehyun fumbling to lock the door as you press him stomach-first up against it and grind into his plush ass with fast hips. eyes squeezed shut, taehyun can’t stop the sweet moans tumbling from his lips at your cock’s fullness as you tug off his hoodie with ease. your hands leave trails of fire where they grope at his naked, sweaty skin to keep him tight against you and he doesn’t know when his back arches to push back into you.

damn he’s so sensitive it’s almost annoying. over two hours of this back and forth – for all he cared, you could rip down his shorts and have your way with him right there only a wall from unsuspecting ears. you leave wet kisses at the back of his neck, a chill running down his spine when your breath fans across, “i know you’re ready to cum, baby. hm? you want it?”

it’s like you could read his mind. he nods quickly and lets his forehead rest against the door, wiggling his ass more against you. cute. but not good enough. “use your words.”

“w-want it, please babe, need it,”

“you need it?” so fucking bad. “on your knees. gonna make you swallow hyungie’s cum first, like a good toy.”

you switch positions so now you’re the one against the door, while taehyun slinks to his knees. after running your hand through his black hair, you grab a fistful at the back of his head and tug hard, a whine filling the small room.

“hyung, shit. can i?” taehyun’s dark eyes are fully blown at this point as he husks out a beg, enough that they mimic the black of his hair. the sight of you staring down at him with such a look in your eyes, with your bottom lip held between your teeth makes him throb dangerously. when you nod and he can finally pull down your shorts, your cock falls out stiff and throbbing, and he quickly dives in to drink up your musky scent like a starved animal.

taehyun’s mouth is already watering when you slip your leaking head in past his juicy lips, the whites of his eyes beginning to show as they fall back into his head at your taste. you encourage him with a quiet rasp of “fuck doll, take it all, just like that. missed your mouth so so much.”

he’ll show you exactly what you missed. the younger’s resolve only strengthens when you remind him to tap on your ankle three times any time he desires to take a break or stop. there’d be no need for that, he tells himself. he opens up wider and flattens his tongue, as you pull him further onto you and he takes you deep into his trained throat.

despite his eyes beginning to water and his lungs starting to burn for air as you twitch ferociously in his heat, your low moans spur him on like none other. taehyun hands find your thighs when you pull out and he coughs lightly, yet with you still at the front of his mind, his hand quickly wraps around your girth and pumps with a tight grip.

prepping himself again, taehyun takes your head between his lips and swirls his tongue around you, playing with your slit and swallowing all your juices. then he opens his mouth wide and sticks out his tongue in display, before looking up at you, expression lewd and tempting you to destroy him even more.

with a groan you lean down to kiss him messily, in some form of a ‘thank you’ at his silent offer. so pliant and good for you. back up right now, you tap taehyun’s cheek with your cock, one, two, three times, entranced in how your precum leaves pearlescent drops behind. your boyfriend smiles up at you sweetly, a comedic contrast to your dick that dwarfs his delicate features. he’d look so pretty with your cum strewn all over his face.

“open wide,” taehyun does so quick, parting his already swelling lips for your fat cock to slide in. one hand grips the back of his neck to keep him in place as you thrust shallowly, while the other pulls his jersey up to tuck under your chin. you try to let him readjust to your size, but it quickly becomes difficult to keep your enthusiasm in check, “ohh, fuck… so tight ‘nd wet tae,”

taehyun peeks at you with teary eyes as he gags around your length, his muffled moans at the sight of your head thrown back sending vibrations straight to your core. your whimpers and praises at the moist heat of his mouth fall endlessly on his ears, and down to his own cock, and he shuffles closer on his knees with only one desire in mind: he just might die if he doesn’t feel you empty your balls in his mouth. finding himself perched on top of your foot in such a convenient manner was just an extra benefit.

at his small whine of hypersensitivity, you let your head loll around to look at him and still your hips. taehyun whines again, louder this time, and you smile down dopily at him. you can see how he’s nearer than before, sporting a gorgeous full-body blush, and the weight on your foot confirms it. how needy of him, you breathily chuckle in small disbelief.

carding your free hand through his sweaty dark hair, you push it out of the way to reveal his striking, fucked-out face, thumb stroking away the tears that run down his cheekbones. his cupid’s bow appears extra defined as it glimmers with fluid in the lighting. you’re not sure if it’s saliva, tears or snot dribbling from his nose. he's beautiful.

taehyun can’t stop from fucking himself on your foot even with your eyes on him, panting through his nose as he leans into the weightlessness taking over his body. little did he know how the sight has you yearning for release, twitching harshly on his tongue, “such a mess, the way you’re s-slobberin’ all over my dick… but you can take more, can’t you kitten?”

the younger nods mindlessly – well, to the best of his current ability – big eyes rolling back when your hips snap forward, and you sheath yourself entirely in his mouth. then, you’re placing both hands on the side of his face and tugging him in to meet your ruthless thrusts. it’s obscene; how you fuck his tight throat, how he gags and drools all over himself, how he ruts against your leg like a bitch in heat. filthy.

“taehyun-ah,” you breathe out, almost all composure out the window with the way his warm, velvety throat surrounds your cock, pushing you quick to the brink of orgasm. you’re babbling as your pleasure reaches its peak, knees losing their remaining strength, “you’re making hyungie feel so good, baby. gonna cum for you, s-shit, gonna fill up your mouth with my cum,”

taehyun’s own hips shift with increasing incoordination at your dirty words, messy in a way that only fuelled his insatiable lust for you, euphoria reaching its peak at being used for your pleasure. your thrusts become harder and deeper and he picks the perfect time to suckle harshly on your length. his keen ears don’t miss how you stumble over your groans though, barely able to warn him with a low ‘cumming!’ before you’re curling over him as you orgasm hard, harder than expected, unintentionally pushing your pulsing cock deeper into his mouth. the bitter taste floods taehyun’s tongue in waves, and just as you spill down his throat, it’s too much to handle.

he jerks away from your squirting dick, swallowing what made it before coughs and sobs rack his body as his own climax crashes over him, double stimulation from the plug and your foot taking him to a dimension far away. "ngh, fuck, fuck!" even through his tears and fried nerves, he can’t help his moans when he feels your seed falling into his open mouth and decorating his face as your orgasm powers on undeterred.

it’s obvious to you that he had just come all over your leg, with distinct airy moans, and an ahaego face that’d most to shame apparent as you fondly look down at him. that, and his left hand which had been poised by your ankles for any case, had since slithered up to hold your calf close for him to press his hot dick against.

it takes taehyun just a little longer to float down from the clouds but when he does, he realises what just happened, slurred words telling you he’s still far from a clear mind. “sorry, ‘m sorry, hyungie! i couldn’t hold back a-anymore-!” 

“woah, taehyun! it’s okay, baby. it’s fine,” it proves easy to get his attention as he meets your gaze with no hesitance (when had you gotten onto the floor?), but disappointment shines bright in his pretty eyes. you pull him closer, hand cradling his face, “i promise. you deserved it, don’t you think? after letting me play with you all day, and working so hard to train with me?”

he sniffles pitifully, and your heart breaks a little. it’s less than common to see taehyun cry, even as one of his significant others. he must’ve been feeling particularly submissive today and had fallen into subspace during your session. cumming without permission certainly wouldn’t bode well under those terms. you prompt him once more, “answer me, doll.”

“did deserve it,” he mumbles, wiping away at the tears blurring his vision to see you better. however, it doesn’t didn’t do much to deal with the rest of the various fluids on his face. you pay it no mind as your thumbs stroke at his cheeks, ensuring his attention stays on you.

“good. you deserve the world and more. and i will do whatever i can to make that happen. including, but not limited to, fucking the brains out of you. because i love you.” that finally pulls a smile out of the younger, his small dimples springing to life.

you kiss him, short and sweet but end up cringing as you taste yourself on his lips. that, combined with the built-up sweat and must collected over the last few hours, did not spell for a pleasant sensory experience after the throes of passion dissipated. he laughs at your expense, and you commend him for being so unfazed, “how’re you feeling my love?”

“better. really needed that. thanks, hyung. i love you too,” it takes a lot of effort to reply, yet his earnestness shines through. you can feel something else is coming, however, as he burrows nearer to you, “can’t really feel my legs anymore, babe. the plug is still on.”

there it is. you start at the reminder and scramble to reach for where the remote sat in the discarded duffle. once you’ve turned it off with an apology, taehyun slumps against you in complete relief, arms winding around your shoulders. “still have that meeting today,”

you check your watch, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, “have about fourty minutes, tyun. enough time for a shower. maybe some more too, so i can spoil you.”

taehyun is convinced with little else, still unsatisfied after so long kept on the edge. the younger is soon taking all of your cock like a champ, loosened up by the plug and helped by the warm water cascading over your tall bodies. with his legs locked around your waist and the glass cool against his back, there’s nowhere for taehyun to run. you keep his weight up with ease, manoeuvring his lithe body to your will and using it to fuck him nice and deeply.

it's a stark difference from what went down minutes before but satisfying all the same, only soft moans and the sound of wet skin-on-skin as you take the time to explore and rediscover each other’s body. whispered ‘i love you’s that only the other can hear under the rainfall stream until you’re filling taehyun to the brim and he makes a mess of your stomach with a cry.

then you clean him up entirely, and he washes you up – avoiding your hair because it wasn’t washday just yet – the only evidence of your modified training session left behind on taehyun being his reddened lips and the faint finger marks on his tiny waist. thank god he brought those face masks. you don’t think his throat is doing too hot either after such rough treatment, but they shouldn’t be asked to sing at a meeting. or even talk that much.

before you part ways, you remind taehyun he should let the others take the lead, still concerned about his state of awareness. you make sure to give the others head up in your group chat, just seconds before yeonjun lets you know they are heading in themselves. taehyun leaves you with a tight hug before sliding into the conference room.

you head upstairs to the office canteen alone, planning to grab some food and bring back an appropriate meal for your hard-working boyfriend to eat once they’re done. kai nudges his agemate with a wink when he wobbles into a chair beside him, and the older replies with a death stare. the golden glow to his skin and cherry tint to his ears reveal the story anyway.

two of their managers share a pointed look as they see the youngest pair interact, having seen you and taehyun entering the building earlier in the day. while they had known you for years now, hence aware and approving of your relationship, they were also aware that mistakes could happen, dispatch and sasaengs galore. the idols and yourself were still only young men. young men in love, needless to say.

first on this meeting’s agenda is you.

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[banggyu0308]

Pretty Eyes... // Choi Yeonjun and Kang Taehyun 

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Choi Yeonjun x fem!reader x Kang Taehyun 

Summary: Yeonjun can’t help getting a filthy idea in his even filthier brain after you compliment his friend…

Genre: smut, fluff 

Warnings: art student reader, reader and Yeonjun are in an established relationship, voyeurism, threesome, dom Taejun x sub reader (except Yeonjun is more dom than Taehyun), use of pet names/nicknames (baby, pretty, kitten, love, Jun, Juni, Taehyunnie, Tae), at one point Yeonjun straddles the reader, very drowsy and soft at the beginning, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, blowjob, handjob, Taehyun jerks himself off, pussy slapping, overstimulation, degradation, Taehyun hits the readers face with his dick, slight bulge kink, creampie, breeding kink, tit sucking

Word count: 4.7k

A/N - this is my longest fic so far… 😭 

“Taehyunnie!! Come here, help me with this?”

You’re lugging in a few boxes of pizza, all for the sake of movie night with your boyfriend and his friends, and your arms are piled so high with them that you can barely see over it.

You’re unsure whether or not he heard you, when the top two boxes lift up and you’re met with a view of Taehyun’s face, smiling at you. “Thank you for the pizza,” he says, giving you an awkward side hug before leading you inside and to the dorm living room.

Yeonjun sees the two of you enter, hopping up from his spot on the couch with Beomgyu and taking the remaining boxes from you. “Hey baby,” he whispers, lips pressing a kiss to the spot below your ear before he sidles away, placing the boxes on the small table in front of the couch along with the boxes Taehyun had carried in.

You smile to yourself, plopping onto the couch with a sigh. Yeonjun sits down on the other side of you, arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Missed you…” he mumbles with a smile.

“It’s been three days, Jun, really?” You tease, fingers threading through his hair.

“Yeah, since I’ve seen you, but I missed you in other ways too…” His voice is quieter now, deeper too, dropping half an octave, and you feel your cheeks heat up.

“Shut up…” you whisper, looking up at the ceiling as Soobin and Kai file into the room, settling on a movie with little to no argument, a new record.

You worm your way to snuggle against Yeonjun’s side, the movie playing, and as soon as it ends, Beomgyu, with his untamable energy, suggests you play a game.

“I’ve got a better idea… Y/N, why don’t you draw something for us?” Yeonjun suggests, eager to show you off.

Ever since you’d introduced him to your work a few weeks earlier, he’d been begging you to show the others just how talented you are. And here he’d found the perfect opportunity, you can’t resist the charming smile he sends your way.

You sigh. “Alright… who should be my first victim? I mean- muse.” You giggle at your own joke, taking a pencil and paper Soobin hands you.

“I nominate Taehyun,” Beomgyu says from his spot on the floor. “He’s got an easy face to draw…” he says the next bit with a lopsided grin on his lips, eyes on Taehyun. “… pretty plain.”

Taehyun rolls his eyes, but turns to you. “I’m up for it. If I'm the easiest.”

You study his face for a moment. “I don’t think your face is plain…” You sketch out a rough draft as you talk, then you look back up at him, making sure to take in the detail, the way his hair’s parted messily today, the pretty silver that comes from the washed-out blue catching the light. The way his eyes almost seem to sparkle when he grins at you, he really does have a gorgeous smile. 

But all you comment as you turn back to your drawing is, “you’ve got pretty eyes.”

You finish the outline sketch of your drawing a few minutes later, scrutinize it, and deem it worthy for others to view. Everyone applauds you and compliments your work, Yeonjun practically beaming as if he’d drawn it.

Then Beomgyu finally gets his way and you all play a few rounds of board games together, Taehyun still staring in awe at the drawing of him, the one you let him have. You can almost feel his shock radiating off of him, your cheeks hot, and you only realize how late it’s gotten after you finish Monopoly.

You stand quickly, gathering your things in a panic, but Yeonjun waves you off. “Just stay tonight? Please?”

You can’t argue with the look on his face, so eager, and sit down with a sigh. “Bedtime soon though. And I’m NOT sleeping on the couch.”

“10 minutes, promise, and you can sleep with me,” he decides.

20 minutes later, you’re practically falling asleep on the floor. “Gonna go to bed…” you mumble, half to yourself, and stand from your spot on the hardwood.

Yeonjun stands with you, following behind you as you head to his room after good nights to the other members. He lets you use his spare toothbrush, standing behind you and looping his arms around you in a back hug while you get ready.

You’re in practically the same position when you fall asleep, and Yeonjun swears to himself that if you weren’t so exhausted, he’d have taken you right then and there.

The next morning you find yourself in bed alone, the absence of Yeonjun’s warmth next to you making your heart hurt with disappointment… There was never anything better than waking up next to him, watching his eyelashes fan out over his cheeks as he sleeps, perfect, plump lips pulled in a pout, fingers still laced with yours under the covers.

He comes out of the bathroom a moment later, towel around his waist, hair wet from the shower, and you tuck yourself under the blanket. You just want him in bed with you, naked or not.

His eyes settle on you, a soft smile teasing the corner of his lips, you just look so cute, tangled up in the bedsheets, wearing an oversized shirt of his that fits you just how he likes. Yeonjun can’t help pulling on a fresh pair of boxers, sliding into bed next to you, slender frame fitting around yours perfectly. The bare skin of his torso presses against your arm and he exhales shakily when your fingers find the dip of his waist, pulling him closer to you.

With the blanket tucked up to his chin, all you can see of him is his neck, his face, and one smooth, exposed shoulder. The soft honey skin of his shoulder draws your attention and you place a gentle kiss to the dip above his collarbone. 

The touch of your lips makes his eyes flutter shut, and a small exhale of happiness leaves his parted lips. You were always more romantic in the morning.

Your fingertips still press into his waist and you drag him closer until his chest is flush against yours. Yeonjun leans his forehead against yours with a smile, then slides his face to the crook of your neck, nosing along your shoulder before pressing a gentle kiss to the spot where it meets your neck.

“The other members already left…” he mumbles against you, voice drowsy with content. 

The sound of his voice leaves you breathless, wide awake the moment his lips touch your skin. Somehow, in the seconds after you pressed his body to yours, his practically bare frame moved from beside you to almost on top, long legs on either side of yours. 

You raise your body up until your back is against the headboard, Yeonjun in your lap, his knees next to your hips, kissing you suddenly with his hands on your arms.

You comply when his tongue brushes over your bottom lip, letting him taste you, a small smile on your face. A moment later, you feel him rut against your closed thighs, and a tingly, tightening sensation shoots its way down your back.

“Said the members are gone?” You whisper against his lips. He nods, hair falling in your face and tickling your cheek. You rake a hand through his hair gently, enjoying the silkiness of the strands between your fingers, then lick up the side of his neck before biting a dark, splotchy hickey into his skin.

Yeonjun sucks in a sharp breath. He moves so you’re flat on your back before slipping a hand up and under the shirt of his you’re wearing. 

“Looking so pretty in my clothes… can’t help wanting you all the time, it’s your fault,” he teases, leaving multiple love bites up your neck, tugging the shirt up and over your tits.

He lets out a soft exhale when your panties slide down your legs. “I swear, you look tastier than last time… pretty little cunt, all mine.” He hums against your neck, fingers tracing your pussy, spreading your slick around before slipping his fingers inside you. 

You whine a little at the feeling, reaching to run a hand over the waistband of his boxers. “Wan’ off…” you mumble, eyes shutting.

Yeonjun laughs, fingers looping under his waistband to tug them off.

Before he can, however, his phone rings.

Yeonjun scrambles to pick it up, ready to press dismiss, but the name listed on the Caller ID makes him divert his direction and accept it instead.

“Yeah? Okay, okay, we’ll work on it later, but come over? Just for a little… yes, and lock the door behind you.”

A few seconds later and he’s off the phone, a smile on his face when he looks back at you.

“Who was that?” You manage to mumble out, finger circling around your clit as your eyes shut.

“Gonna find out… Now come on baby, let me make you feel good…” Yeonjun peeks up at you from between your legs once he settles there, then presses a light kiss to your clit.

The contact makes your legs twitch, hand moving to the back of his head, and when his tongue flicks over your sensitive bud before delving between your folds, you press his head a little closer to your wet cunt.

You’re so intently focused on his tongue on your pussy that you don’t even hear the front door open and close. You do notice, however, when the door to Yeonjun’s room opens a crack. 

Your eyes fly open to meet Taehyun’s shocked gaze, pretty brown eyes wider than usual as he takes in your position.

You can only imagine how you look; Yeonjun practically naked, face buried in your cunt with his hands gripping your thighs, never stopping, even when Taehyun walks in, you on your back with your legs spread wide, shirt hitched up over your breasts.

His cheeks go pink and yours heat up, your eyes flicking down to the front of his pants. There’s a slight tent there that only grows bigger when you throw your head back again, moans leaving your lips as Yeonjun’s tongue laps at your clit.

Yeonjun doesn’t bother to turn and face Taehyun when he says, “go ahead and sit on the chair, Taehyun.”

Taehyun silently follows Yeonjun’s direction, sitting on the chair in front of the desk in the corner.

Yeonjun looks up at you from between your legs, a sly smile on his face. 

“You want Tae to watch you get wrecked by me with his pretty eyes, don’t you, love?”

Your eyes grow wider, but you nod quickly, looking over at Taehyun. He’s shifting in his seat, like he’s uncomfortable to even be here, but then you follow his eyes as he glances down at his pants, and you realize that his dick is practically straining at his jeans.

“Jun… Taehyunnie can touch himself, can’t he?” You ask tentatively, voice threaded through with the sounds of your pleasure as Yeonjun brings you closer and closer to your peak.

“Of course he can… probably wouldn’t be able to help himself, pretty pussy like yours on display.” He hums his response against you, and the vibration makes you gasp, the thread inside you pulled taut before snapping.

Your legs shake as you cum, hips bucking upwards into Yeonjun’s face, unintentionally bringing his tongue further inside you, and a little squeak bubbles up past your closed lips. 

You happen to glance over at Taehyun, lips parting in a small o shape when you see that he’s pulled his cock out of his pants, hand wrapped around his base. He stays frozen like that, looking at you, shirt pulled up just a little to expose his abs.

Yeonjun lightly taps your cheek to make you look at him, and when you switch your gaze to him, you find that he’s taken off his boxers, a small smirk tugging his lips when he strokes himself twice. His tip is dribbling precum down the side of his shaft, and he gently smears it over your thighs before rubbing himself along your slit. Yeonjun uses your slick to lubricate him before prodding your entrance with the head of his dick. 

“Is baby ready for my cock?” He coos teasingly, licking a line up the side of your neck.

You nod, hands bunching the sheets up. Yeonjun hums and slowly pushes himself in all the way, propping his body up to watch as he disappears inside you repeatedly.

You aren’t surprised when he helps you onto all fours, back arched and ass up in the air with your cheek against the pillow Yeonjun had been laying on the night before.

Your cheek rubs at the fabric, hips rocking back to his, and the way your face is buried against the sheets, you have a perfect view of Taehyun when he finally slides a hand up his dick, head rocking back momentarily before locking his eyes on yours again.

He looks big, as big as Yeonjun at least, and you can’t help but imagine how stuffed you’d feel with him inside you.

Yeonjun’s tip kisses your g-spot repeatedly and you feel your breath catch… it feels so good, and you can’t help but vocalize that, your voice a whimper.

“Wan’ Taehyun in my mouth…” you mumble a moment later, voice muffled by the sheets you bunch in between your teeth at the ecstasy coursing through your veins. “Wanna taste…”

Yeonjun tsks, pausing with just his tip in. “Say please, kitten.”

Just as you open your mouth to respond, hopefully coherently, his hand slips between your thighs to rub at your clit. Your brain goes fuzzy and you try to remember your words, grasping at the faint edges. “Please, Jun?”

You can almost hear the smirk in his voice. “Please what, baby?”

“Want Taehyun, please?” 

Yeonjun lets his hand drop, gripping your waist instead, and sinks just a little further into you. “Where do you want him, baby?”

“Mouth?”

“Say please…” another little twitch of his hips and he’s halfway, lips on your neck. He noses along your shoulder and sucks a hickey onto your skin, waiting for you to speak again.

“Want him in my mouth, please…” you manage, face completely buried in the pillow.

Yeonjun, satisfied with your answer, rocks himself against you until he’s all the way in again. He starts up his pace, faster this time, and gestures Taehyun over.

Taehyun wastes no time, settling himself at the very head of the bed, and you manage to raise yourself up to face him. Your cheeks grow hot when you realize you’re eye-to-eye with his dick, which is flushed pink and leaking precum.

Tentatively you place your lips on his thigh, and when you feel him twitch slightly, you move a little higher, until you’re met with the base of his dick.

Tip of your tongue flicking ever so slowly over his slit, gathering the precum on your tongue before suckling a little on his tip, trying to focus with Yeonjun still steadily fucking into you from behind. Your minuscule, lazy efforts are well received by Taehyun though, his whole body shuddering, and you push his thighs apart gently. 

You take the head of his cock between your lips, then a little more, tongue flat against the underside of his dick. Taehyun’s hand flies to your hair so fast it makes Yeonjun chuckle, pressing kisses along your shoulder, and you watch Taehyun flush. His own hand is wrapped around the base of his dick and he tugs himself out of your mouth. You eye him questioningly and he responds by tapping his tip against your cheek, spreading his precum over your skin before placing himself on your lips again. “Be a good little slut for me and suck me off good, hm?” He hums, the switch in personality making you tighten around Yeonjun, who hisses lightly.

“Like when Taehyun talks like that, baby?” He asks, and you can hear a smirk in his voice. “Wanna be his slut?”

You don’t know whether to nod or shake your head, settling on simply taking Taehyun in your mouth again. “Wanna make him feel good,” you mumble, bobbing your head up and down just a little, hand moving to jerk off the rest of him, and Taehyun’s hand wraps around yours. 

Your eyes flick up to his, and he only bends to place a kiss to your forehead. His hand gently moves yours along the length of his dick and you allow it, applying slight pressure on his tip when you lick over it again.

Taehyun’s head lolls back and to the side, his other arm moving to drape over his face. His muffled moans let you know he’s biting into the skin of his arm, and when a particularly rough thrust from Yeonjun makes Taehyun’s tip hit the back of your throat, you gagging a bit around him, Taehyun lets out a sharp gasp, pulling out of your mouth. He tugs frantically at his cock, head rocked back, the muscles of his thighs trembling under your hands, and when you give him another helping lap at his tip, his cum coats your lips and tongue, some getting on your nose, your cheeks, and the most adorable, high pitched moan leaves him, still muffled by the hand over his mouth.

You attempt to lick up all the cum around your mouth, a small yelp of pleasure forced against Taehyun’s hip when Yeonjun speeds up a little. 

You busy yourself with tugging Taehyun’s shirt up and leaving a constellation of marks on his waistline, joining them together in a heart. You’re leaving the last one when Yeonjun pulls out, suddenly lowering his face to your cunt to lap at your clit. You let out a surprised little gasp, the sudden stimulation sending you over the edge, and Yeonjun smirks, pulling away to push his dick inside you again. 

Your already tight walls are throbbing around him and he thrusts into you so deep that you can feel him in your tummy. Your hand moves behind you to grasp his wrist, tugging his hand so it slips from your waist to your stomach. You press his palm to your abdomen so he can feel the little bulge there, and as soon as he does you hear his breath stutter from behind you. 

His cum fills you a moment later, making you feel all warm inside… god, you love it when he does that, makes you even more fucked out than you already are. Your brain goes so fuzzy you can’t comprehend when Yeonjun pulls out, murmuring to Taehyun to take his spot, and you can’t comprehend when Taehyun presses his tip to your cum-soaked entrance.

Your head only rocks backward and a soft whimper leaves your lips. You feel so good inside, your hand grasping for whoever’s closest.

Yeonjun presses a few kisses to your cheeks and lips and you whine a little, chasing after his lips. You can only pout a little when he laughs and kisses you on the corner of your lips.

A sharp slap to your cunt draws you back to the moment, jolting you out of your stupor. Your focus stalls on Taehyun, between your legs, a small smirk drawn across his face, and he delivers another small hit to your clit. 

This time you’re expecting it, and it makes you gasp slightly, the feeling of his fingers on your swollen clit making your thighs shake. 

Even though it feels so dirty, having him between your legs like this, you only want more. You want to know what it feels like for him to be inside you, you need to know.

You look over at Yeonjun for permission, and he nods and moves to spread your legs a little wider. 

Taehyun’s wide eyes are so eager, he wants this just as bad as you. Not that he’d ever tell either of you, but he’s wanted this for a lot longer than just today.

He’s walked in on you more than once, quiet enough that neither you nor Yeonjun noticed. But he did, and the sight of you with Taehyun’s best friend’s dick buried inside of you, your pretty tight cunt covered and glistening with your slick… yeah, he’s jerked off to that mental image more than once before.

And now he’s got you in the exact same position, pussy all wet and warm in front of him, his for the taking, and he can’t help being just a little delirious. 

Taehyun has you squirming underneath him, only his tip inside, little teensy thrusts in and out and he can’t tell if they’re more frustratingly agonizing for him or you.

But when you look up at him, all whimpery and teary-eyed, begging him, “just a little more, please Taehyunnie?” … god, he can’t resist it.

Bottoming out in you so quickly you almost scream, a sharp inhale burning your throat and your cunt tightening around him. 

You can barely even breathe- it feels too fucking good, he’s filling you up so so perfectly, thick cock pressing up against all of the most perfect spots inside you.

And as for Taehyun… trying to even his breathing isn’t going to work, especially when your velvety walls take him in so greedily. 

He takes a long inhale to try and calm himself down, cause he’s not going to be able to last as long as he wants if he fucks into you immediately. You feel like absolute heaven around him. Better than he thought you would.

Taehyun slowly starts to rock in and out of you, keeping his pace steady, and Yeonjun watches from the side.

Yeonjun’s nodding approvingly and nudging your knees further apart when one wave of pleasure makes you almost knock them together.

“You wanna kiss her, Taehyun?” He asks, a grin tugging at his perfect lips.

Taehyun nods quickly and you both ignore how he twitches inside you at the same time your walls flutter around him… but the looks on your faces tell Yeonjun exactly what he already knows.

“Such a little cockslut, aren’t you?” Yeonjun teases, and when you nod he only laughs. “Bet you just want Taehyun’s dick inside you and his lips on yours, don’t you? Little whore all full with another man’s cock in her tummy…”

Tears prick your eyes at his words but you don’t deny it. He’s right, and your walls tightening around Taehyun only proves it.

“Jus’ wanna kiss him, please Juni?” You’re practically begging, legs aching from holding them so wide, and the constant press of Taehyun’s tip against that most perfect spot inside you is making your whole body shake.

“Yeah? Wanna kiss Tae, with his pretty eyes and his pretty moans and his pretty dick stuffing you so full?” 

You nod so fast and your eagerness makes Taehyun’s heart race. He’s one step away from begging himself when Yeonjun finally relents, Yeonjun’s long slender fingers wrapping around his own dick. Getting off to his girlfriend getting fucked to tears by his best friend… he can’t help it.

And when you so desperately catch Taehyun’s lips with your own, finally, finally getting to find out how his lips feel against yours, Taehyun’s fingers rub at your clit cause he can feel just how desperate your cunt is for his dick, too.

A shocked little whimper is all the sound you can make at this point, too far gone in your pleasure, and fuck, you’re cumming around him, trembling so hard that Taehyun threads his fingers with yours and presses a line of kisses to your jaw.

Your high seems to last forever and Yeonjun takes your other hand in his free one as your chest heaves, trying to return your pulse and breathing to normal.

It’s a little hard to, though, with Taehyun chasing his own high. Your cunt tightens around him in sync with your heartbeat and you’re almost on cloud nine at this point. Your legs are over Taehyun’s shoulders, every little throb of your pussy making his hips stutter.

“Hyung, can, can I cum inside?” He asks, his voice breathless and airy, cause you feel so fucking good, he doesn’t think he can last much longer.

“Go ahead, she’ll enjoy it, pretty cumslut,” Yeonjun says. His own words sound tight and strained and you look over at him… You had no idea your boyfriend was jerking off to what was going on in front of him.

Taehyun’s face moves to your neck and he bites a hickey into your skin, one last deep thrust before he buries his cum inside you. 

Your chin is on his shoulder and you grasp your own hands behind his back before looping one through his hair. You cling to him throughout his orgasm, your other palm flat against the smooth skin of his back. Little twitches of his hips fuck his cum further into you until he finally pulls out and rolls next to you, his eyes shut and his breathing ragged.

Yeonjun, with his head thrown back and his long neck on display, rights himself and slides up the bed and to you, and without question or protest you wrap your fingers around him.

“Got so hard watching us fuck…” you mumble in surprise, sliding a hand over his dick to spread the precum around even more.

This has to be Yeonjun’s favorite part, your eyes so wide and innocent while you jerk him off, even with two men’s cum leaking from your cunt and staining the bed. Just the sight of your pouty lips while you look up at him like that makes him twitch in your palm, and when you giggle, quickening your pace and applying just a little more pressure, asking him softly, “do you like that, Juni?” That sends him over, warm cum dripping all over your face and tits.

“Clean her up, Tyun,” Yeonjun instructs once he’s calmed down, laying back on the bed on the other side of you.

Taehyun rolls onto his tummy and props himself up on his elbows. One look at your cum-covered breasts and his lips and tongue are all over you, suckling gently on one nipple while his fingertip traces the other, and you lean your head back softly. “Feels good, Taehyunnie, so good, but just supposed to clean me up…”

He hums and shakes his head but sits back anyways, eyes on your tits, and you laugh at his wide-eyed gaze.

Yeonjun smiles at the two of you before finding you a clean pair of underwear, and you look up at him in surprise when he helps you put them on without cleaning you up first.

Yeonjun only shakes his head with a smile and places a kiss on your forehead. He tucks himself under the blanket and jokingly flings the blanket over your head, catching you against his chest, and Taehyun almost feels out of place until your hand finds his and you’re tugging him under the blanket too.

You move so you’re facing him, forehead against his, a smile on your face as you mouth, “pretty eyes,” and the look on his face is priceless, cheeks flushing and an elated smile crossing his face.

Pretty soon all three of you are scrambling for breath and popping your heads up and out of the blanket. Still almost completely naked, bare skin up against bare skin, eyes shut because you’re all so exhausted. 

You’re half asleep when you feel Taehyun’s lips on your breast again, a soft giggle slipping past your lips, and he tenses against you until you open your eyes and place a reassuring hand on his cheek and a kiss on his forehead.

His cheeks are a little pink and he closes his eyes again, you doing the same, the occasional little suck on your nipple making your thighs press together…

But then you fall asleep too, face buried in his hair, Yeonjun’s arms around your waist.

That is, however, only until the other members come home from work and come looking for the other two fifths of their group…

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top 10 kdrama couples? and top 10 romantic kdramas? (i wanna watch something with good romance haha)

oh nonnie this is gonna be a challenge but i will do my absolute best. one thing you need to know about me and my taste in romance is that i'm really not here for straight up fluff. i need a bit of melodrama and angst to keep me invested. gonna stick it under a read more bc i feel it's gonna get lengthy asdfghjk

couples:

ji ho and jeung in (one spring night) - they invented being in love and facing your problems with maturity and they're just so important to me.

kang doo and moon soo (just between lovers) - if there's one thing i love in my romance it's angst and hurt people learning to heal together and literally no one does it like them. kang doo remains my favourite junho role too, so.

kyeo rye and yeon joo (if you wish upon me) - similar to jbl tbh kyeo rye is such a broken man at the start of the drama and watching him slowly fall in love and heal from years and years of trauma destroyed all of my emotions.

gong myung and se ra (into the ring) - THE childhood friends to rivals to friends to lovers ship!!!!! no one does it like they do honestly they're THE standard when it comes to emotional maturity.

joong gil and ryeon (tomorrow) - listen if you were around last year then you know just insane they made me. soulmates defying literal fate to end up together after centuries of trauma they make me so sick.

cheoljong and so bong (queen cheorin) - THE standard for enemies to lovers. nothing has ever been able to replicate the buzz they gave me week to week.

seon gyeom and mi joo (run on) - the softest couple on this entire list actually i think. they're just so sweet and cozy and safe and i love them so much.

taejun and taeyang (love all play) - my babies!!!! the drama itself kinda sucks but theyyyyy. one of the most mature relationships i've ever seen in a drama actually like we love a couple that actively talk about their issues and try to overcome them together.

vincenzo and cha young (vincenzo) - enemies to coconspirators to lovers excellence honestly who is doing chemistry like them. they're just so sexy.

dong jin and woo joo (call it love) - hi hello it's another instance of two traumatised people falling in love and finding happiness together what can i say i have a TYPE.

dramas:

one spring night - i've already talked about why i love this drama so much so i won't do it again but just know. i love it so so much it's so important to ME.

just between lovers - another one i've talked about a lot at this point but outside of the romance, this drama is just so GOOD. it deals with a lot of heavy themes so i'd advise discretion but it's so worth it imo. but just 10/10 experience wish i could go back and watch it again for the first time.

if you wish upon me - i love it for a lot of the same reasons i love jbl they're very similar imo. also. kyeo rye is the most character of all time i genuinely don't think ji chang wook is ever topping him.

into the ring - underrated!!!! underrated!!!!!!!!! underrated!!!!!!!!!!!! y'all slept on this one so hard and i still haven't forgiven you. i love romance between two grown adults who actually act their age and don't fall victim to stupid tropes.

run on - this drama makes me feel so cozy and safe and fuzzy idk man it's just pure good vibes for my soul.

call it love - if you love dramas that are slow, where a lot is said with very little dialogue and where the colour grading tells you a lot about the characters emotional states then boy do i have the drama for you.

witch's romance - can i interest you in twinky park seo joon in love with uhm jung hwa??? bc that's what this drama has to offer and it's so fun. it might be a bit dated now bc it came out in 2014 but i had such a good time when i first watched it.

queen cheorin - aside from the last half of the last episode i had such a good fun time watching two absolute idiots fight tooth and nail against falling in love with each other. when are we ever getting that level of chemistry again???

moon embracing the sun - alright i'm gonna be honest i don't actually remember all that much of this one anymore. i only watched it because kim soo hyun's in it. but i watched it as it was airing and it emotionally destroyed me so that's gotta count for something.

first love hatsukoi - yeah yeah it's not korean it's japanese but it's also the best show i've watched in the last year so!!!!! y'all can just take my rec and live with it. please please PLEASE watch it it's one of the most beautiful dramas i've ever seen and all four of the main actors are absolutely incredible in it.

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Waiter

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/dpL3J4b by Woobies This was supposed to be Wooyoung's first birthday party at their restaurant, so why did Taejun invite his friend there as well? This question kept circling in the boy's head for most of the dinner, and just when he thought this was going to be his worst birthday, everything changed thanks to an exceptionally handsome waiter. Words: 2298, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Eald Englisċ Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Choi San (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ) Relationships: Choi San/Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ) Additional Tags: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Waiter Choi San read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/dpL3J4b

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ㅤ⌗ ︙ ᯓᡣ𐭩 HAESEOL X TAEJUN ⌗ ︙

4 SCENES, 6 JOURNALS, 4 ANALYSIS & 2 HEADCANONS

content: long post, kissing, fluff, some angst, blood mention, violence, death mention, suggestive language, etc

The air was thick with the scent of incense, wisps of smoke curling upward in slow spirals. Haeseol stood at the altar, a solemn figure draped in white. Her ceremonial veil—delicate and translucent—shimmered faintly in the candlelight, casting soft shadows over her pale features. The room was quiet, the only sounds the occasional rustle of silk and the steady beat of her heart. She carried a presence that was both graceful and commanding, as if the weight of generations rested on her slender shoulders. And perhaps, in some ways, it did.

Taejun leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, his expression a familiar mix of skepticism and amusement. He wasn’t the type to take things seriously, least of all the strange rituals and practices Haeseol followed. And yet, here he was, standing in her space, in a world he didn’t fully understand but was slowly, begrudgingly learning to respect—because she was at the center of it.

He watched her with guarded curiosity, pretending not to be interested, though his gaze lingered on every deliberate movement she made. Her presence was magnetic, something he couldn’t quite explain or escape. And he hated that about her. Not that he’d admit it.

"You’re really making me sit through this, huh?" Taejun drawled, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. "You know I don’t buy into this shaman stuff, right?"

Haeseol glanced at him through the thin veil, her eyes calm and unbothered. There was no need to argue with him—he was the kind of man who had to see things to believe them. And he had. More than once.

"And yet here you are," she replied simply, her voice soft but edged with subtle amusement.

He grumbled something under his breath but stayed where he was, shifting his weight from one foot to the other like he was already bored. She knew better. He could act disinterested all he wanted, but if Taejun didn’t care, he wouldn’t be here.

She turned back to the altar, picking up a small object wrapped in crimson silk. Her hands moved with care, as though the item was something sacred. Taejun tilted his head, his curiosity sharpening. He was always like this—ready to dismiss something with a cocky remark, but still needing to know what it was.

With the item in her hand, Haeseol stepped closer to him, the soft swish of her robes the only sound between them. She paused just in front of him, tilting her head slightly as if to remind him of something.

"You told me to shut up and let you protect me, didn’t you?" she teased, her voice carrying that familiar mixture of lightness and challenge.

Taejun scoffed, though the grin tugging at the corner of his lips betrayed his amusement. "You make it sound like I was being an asshole. I was just saying the truth."

"I know," Haeseol replied smoothly, lifting the silk-wrapped object a little higher. "That’s why I’m giving you this."

The playful edge in her voice faded slightly as she pulled back the silk, revealing what she had been holding—a small talisman, hand-carved from dark wood, its surface smooth and worn. A crimson thread was tied tightly around it, holding everything together. Taejun frowned as he looked at it. The thing was simple, unassuming, but somehow... significant.

"It’s a blessing," Haeseol explained, her voice steady and calm. "You’re my guardian now, Taejun. My protector. This binds that role to you, formally."

He blinked, shifting his weight awkwardly, feeling the weight of her words even though he tried to act like it didn’t matter. The talisman rested in her open palm, waiting for him to take it.

"A blessing, huh?" Taejun muttered, reaching out to take the talisman with a skeptical glance. He turned it over in his hand, feeling the grooves of the carved wood beneath his fingers. "What, you think I need this to protect you?"

"You might not believe in it," Haeseol said with a small, knowing smile. "But that doesn’t mean it won’t work."

Taejun rolled his eyes, though he tucked the talisman into the pocket of his hoodie anyway. "You’re really serious about this?"

"As serious as I can be," she answered, her expression softening for just a moment before she carefully folded the silk over his hand, as if sealing the significance of the moment between them. "I trust you, Taejun. Even when you’re an arrogant pain in the ass."

His grin widened at that, cocky and infuriatingly smug. "You’ve got good taste in arrogant pains in the ass."

Haeseol shook her head, but there was a flicker of warmth in her gaze. Beneath her teasing demeanor was something deeper—an unspoken truth she hadn’t yet shared. Taejun had no idea that she’d saved his life with her blood, binding him to her in a way neither of them fully understood. He didn’t know he was hers now, not just by choice, but by fate.

But she knew. And that knowledge rested heavy on her heart, though she carried it without complaint. There would be a time to tell him. But not yet. For now, this small gesture—this talisman—was enough.

"Just so you know," she added with a wry smile, "I’ll still fight. I’m not going to just sit back and let you protect me."

Taejun smirked, leaning in just slightly, as if to challenge her. "Wouldn’t expect anything less from you."

She gave a small nod, satisfied. There was a quiet understanding between them now, one built on trust, even if neither of them would say it outright. She knew he’d fight for her. And he knew she’d fight just as fiercely for him, down to her very last breath.

Taejun shifted his stance, slipping his hands into his pockets. "So, what now, shaman queen? You gonna teach me how to exorcise a ghost, or should we just order takeout?"

Haeseol huffed a soft laugh, the sound light and fleeting. "You’re hopeless."

"And you love it," he shot back, flashing her a grin and a playful wink as he pushed off the doorway, walking toward her with that easy, cocky swagger she’d come to know so well.

She didn’t reply, but the small, knowing smile on her lips said more than words ever could.

Journal Entry – Haeseol

Taejun has no idea what I’ve done for him, and he probably never will—at least not anytime soon. How could he? He’s all sharp edges and confidence, and I wonder sometimes if anything can crack through that arrogance. But that’s what makes him Taejun, and somehow, that’s also what makes him mine. He doesn’t know it yet, but he belongs to me just as much as I belong to him.

Tonight, I gave him the talisman. I told him it was a blessing, something to mark him as my protector, my guardian. He didn’t scoff as much as I thought he would. In his own way, I think he’s starting to believe—maybe not in all the spiritual things, but in me. That’s enough. If Taejun is going to protect me the way he says, then he needs to understand that he isn’t just fighting for some girl who stumbled into his life. He’s fighting for something bigger.

I told him he needed to shut up and let me fight, too. And I meant it. I’ll never be the kind of person to sit quietly and let someone shield me from the storm. That’s not who I am. I’ve carried the weight of every life before this one—Yueliang with her heart shattered by her own arrow, Hae-Ri offering herself to be devoured by greed, Bayan standing unflinching before death. Every version of me has fought, bled, and burned to protect what mattered, and I’ll do the same in this life. I’ll fight to my last breath, and if Taejun thinks I’ll let him do this alone, he’s got another thing coming.

What Taejun doesn’t realize is that he’s already mine in more ways than he knows. My blood saved his life—it runs through him now, binds him to me, makes him stronger than before. I’ve turned him into something more than human, though he hasn’t figured that part out yet. And when he does… I wonder how he’ll feel. Angry, probably. Taejun is the type to hate anything that feels like control, and even though I didn’t do it to control him, he won’t see it that way at first.

But I did it because I couldn’t lose him. Not again. I’ve lost him in every other life, and each time it’s left a scar I carry with me, one that never fades. I told myself this time would be different. I swore I’d protect him, even if it meant going against fate, against the natural order of things.

He doesn’t know the cost, though. Keeping someone alive—binding someone to you like this—it takes a part of your soul. But if I had to do it all over again, I wouldn’t hesitate. Not for Taejun. Not for the man who challenges me at every turn, who drives me mad with his cocky grin, who somehow makes me feel like I can carry the weight of this world and still keep standing.

I think about what it means to trust someone with your life. That’s what the talisman is—a symbol of my trust. But more than that, it’s a promise. I gave it to Taejun because I believe in him. I believe that when everything falls apart, he’ll be there, standing between me and whatever darkness tries to tear us down. And I’ll be right there with him, fighting like hell until the very end.

Taejun has always been too stubborn to believe in fate, and maybe that’s what I love most about him. He fights against the currents, never letting life drag him where it wants. But some things—some people—you can’t escape. And I don’t think he realizes it yet, but we’ve been finding each other for lifetimes. No matter how far we’re scattered, no matter what form we take, it’s always him and me. Every time.

And this time, I’ll make sure we survive it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩

Journal Entry – Taejun

Man, she’s something else. 

I’ve met plenty of tough people in my life. Martial artists, fighters, guys who’ve bled on the mat and smiled through broken bones. But Haeseol? She’s on a whole different level. It’s not just the way she stands her ground, though that’s part of it—she’d probably fight a hurricane if it looked at her wrong. But there’s this quiet strength about her, like she’s already lived a thousand lifetimes of battle and still has more fight left to give.

Tonight, she gave me this weird little talisman—a charm, she called it. Said it was a blessing, her way of marking me as her protector. Like I’m some knight in shining armor, or whatever. She even brought up that thing I said once, about her needing to shut up and let me protect her. I can’t believe she remembers that. I was half-joking at the time, but leave it to her to store that away and throw it back at me just to mess with me. 

She had that look in her eye again, the one where she’s half-serious but still teasing, like she’s daring me to say something stupid. I didn’t, though. For once, I kept my mouth shut, because... I don’t know. There was something in the way she said it—like it wasn’t just a joke. Like she was really trusting me with something bigger than I could understand. 

I mean, I don’t believe in all that spiritual stuff she’s always talking about. Ghosts, ancestors, shamanism—it’s just not my thing. But I’ve seen enough since knowing her to know that she is the real deal. There’s power in her, even if I can’t explain it. And somehow, she handed a piece of that power to me tonight, like it was the most natural thing in the world. 

Here’s the thing, though: I’ve never really thought of myself as anyone’s protector. Yeah, I’ve won more fights than I can count, and I’m damn good at what I do. But protecting someone? That’s... different. It’s not just about throwing punches or being strong. It’s about being willing to stand between them and whatever hell comes their way, no matter what it costs.

And for Haeseol? I think I’d do that. I think I’d go down swinging, just to keep her safe. 

But there’s something weird about all this. I’ve been feeling... off. Stronger, faster, like there’s this energy running through me that wasn’t there before. It’s subtle, but it’s there. And when I’m around her, it’s like the whole world sharpens, like I can sense things I never could before. I don’t know if it’s in my head, or if it’s something more. 

Then there’s the way she looks at me sometimes, like she knows something I don’t. It’s not pity—more like... guilt. Like she did something, and she’s not sure how to tell me. It bugs the hell out of me, but I haven’t called her out on it yet. Not because I’m scared of the answer or anything. Just... waiting. 

I know she’s carrying some heavy stuff. She doesn’t talk about it much, but I can see it. The way her eyes dim when she thinks no one’s looking. The way she throws herself into everything, like she’s trying to outrun something. I’ve tried to ask her a few times, but she always brushes it off, tells me not to worry about it.

And I guess that’s the thing that drives me crazy about her. She’s always so ready to carry everything on her own, to be the one bleeding and fighting while everyone else gets to breathe easy. She acts like it’s her job to protect the whole damn world, but who’s protecting her? 

Maybe that’s supposed to be me now. 

The talisman feels heavier than it should, like it’s more than just a piece of cloth and string. She said it was a blessing, but it feels like a responsibility. Like she’s trusting me not just with her life, but with... something deeper. 

I don’t know if I’m ready for that. But the weird thing is, it doesn’t scare me. 

What scares me is the thought of something happening to her. 

She’s stubborn as hell, always throwing herself into the fire without a second thought. And if there’s one thing I know, it’s that she won’t stop until she burns herself out. But if she thinks I’m going to let her do that, she’s got another thing coming. 

Because whether she knows it or not, I’m not just her protector. I’m hers, period.

ㅤ⌗ ︙ ᯓᡣ𐭩 CHARACTER STUDY ⌗ ︙

### Haeseol's Journal Entry: Analysis 

Haeseol’s entry reveals a personality that is resilient, burdened, and fiercely independent. Despite her deep affection for Taejun, she struggles with the idea of fully relying on him. Her words reflect a subtle vulnerability, although she refuses to be passive or saved.

Complex Emotional Layers: 

  Haeseol oscillates between love and control. Her actions, like binding Taejun to her with her blood without telling him, show her fear of loss and the emotional scars from past lives. She is desperate to protect him, driven by both love and guilt, hinting that she has lost him in other lifetimes.

Possessive and Protective Nature:

  Haeseol frames her relationship with Taejun in possessive terms: “He belongs to me just as much as I belong to him.” This suggests that she feels not only emotionally tied to him but entitled to make decisions for him, such as using her powers to alter him without his consent.

Self-Sacrificial Mindset: 

  There’s a pattern in Haeseol’s characterization—she carries the burdens of past lifetimes and seems resigned to sacrificing her soul to protect what she loves. She acknowledges the cost of binding Taejun to her but believes it’s justified, displaying her fatalistic view of love and loyalty.

Conflict Between Love and Guilt: 

  Haeseol loves Taejun deeply, but that love is tinged with guilt. She knows Taejun will likely feel betrayed when he learns the truth, and part of her entry reflects anxiety about how he will react. However, she also has a quiet certainty that they are destined to be together, showing her belief in fate and reincarnation.

In sum, Haeseol is a deeply self-reliant yet haunted character, willing to make morally questionable decisions to protect Taejun. Her love for him is absolute, but she views their connection through a lens of control, sacrifice, and inevitability.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩

### Taejun's Journal Entry: Analysis 

Taejun’s entry paints him as a man of pride, strength, and emotional complexity. He contrasts sharply with Haeseol, particularly in how he struggles to process emotions and navigate trust and vulnerability.

Reluctant Protector Archetype: 

  Taejun does not naturally see himself as a protector, even though he is a fighter by nature. This shift from being an individual warrior to someone responsible for another person’s well-being marks emotional growth and internal conflict. He recognizes that protecting Haeseol means more than being strong—it involves emotional commitment, which he seems uncertain about.

Pragmatic but Intuitive

  Taejun admits he doesn’t believe in Haeseol’s spiritual world, but his awareness of her power suggests that he trusts her instincts over his own beliefs. This pragmatic skepticism makes him an interesting foil to Haeseol’s mystical worldview, but it also highlights his growing respect and faith in her.

Growing Affection and Ownership: 

  Despite his initial resistance to the role of protector, Taejun hints at a deep, instinctive need to guard Haeseol. His words—“whether she knows it or not, I’m not just her protector. I’m hers, period.”—reveal a subtle shift in his feelings from duty to possession. This shift mirrors Haeseol’s own possessiveness, suggesting that their relationship is built on a shared sense of belonging and emotional entanglement.

A Keen Awareness of Haeseol’s Burden: 

  Taejun may not fully understand Haeseol’s past, but he notices her exhaustion and emotional strain. His concern for her well-being, and his growing frustration at her habit of carrying everything alone, shows that Taejun is not just an arrogant fighter but someone capable of deep empathy and care—even if he expresses it in gruff, understated ways.

Subtle Paranoia and Distrust:

  Taejun senses that something has changed within him—he feels stronger, faster, and more alert—but he can’t pinpoint why. This adds a layer of suspicion and tension to his relationship with Haeseol. He knows she is keeping secrets, and although he hasn’t confronted her yet, it’s clear that this will become a point of conflict between them.

Taejun’s entry reveals that while he may seem like a confident, straightforward fighter on the surface, he is slowly becoming emotionally invested in Haeseol in ways that surprise even him. His frustration with her self-sacrificing nature and the unspoken tension between them hint at deeper conflicts to come.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩

### Relationship Dynamics 

These two entries illuminate a relationship built on mutual possession, trust, and underlying tension.

Possession vs. Partnership: 

  Both Haeseol and Taejun express their love through the language of ownership—“he belongs to me,” “I’m hers, period.” This suggests that their connection is not entirely healthy, rooted in control and fear of loss. Each character is trying to protect the other, but their methods—Haeseol’s secrecy and Taejun’s stubborn independence—clash, creating an inevitable conflict.

Trust with Limits: 

  Although they trust each other in certain ways, both characters are holding back. Haeseol hides the truth about binding Taejun to her, while Taejun is aware that something is being kept from him. Their relationship is marked by love tainted with distrust, which creates a simmering tension that will likely come to a head when secrets are revealed.

Parallel Growth

  Both characters are on journeys of emotional growth—Haeseol is learning to let someone else share her burden, while Taejun is realizing that protecting someone is about more than just physical strength. However, their stubbornness and emotional baggage complicate this growth, suggesting that their relationship will not be easy.

### Conclusion 

The journal entries paint Haeseol and Taejun as two complex individuals, both flawed but fiercely loyal, whose love is rooted in a history of loss, control, and deep emotional entanglement. Haeseol’s burdened sense of responsibility contrasts with Taejun’s growing realization that protecting someone means more than strength alone. Their relationship is passionate but turbulent, and the unresolved tension between secrecy, possession, and love hints at challenges they will need to face if they are to survive together.

⌗ ︙ A KISS FOR GOOD LUCK ︙

The hallway was empty, a rare moment of privacy in the bustling compound, and Taejun took full advantage. His fingers slid against Haeseol’s, sneaking a hold of her hand. The warmth of her palm against his sent a familiar spark through him, that quiet, dangerous thrill of touching her when no one was looking. She squeezed his hand back, her touch shy but steady, making his heart race a little faster. She always tried to be subtle, but he saw every small, hidden gesture she made for him.

Taejun tilted his head, looking down at her with that signature cocky grin. “Hey,” he started, voice low, "give me a kiss before I go.”

Haeseol blinked up at him, eyes wide with surprise, and the cutest flush crept onto her cheeks. “Right now?” she whispered, her face turning even redder as she glanced around. “But… we already made out last night.” She lowered her voice further, her eyes darting toward the hallway corners as if someone might appear at any second. “And the marks you left on my neck haven’t healed yet. Besides, I’m not… I’m not good at initiating kissing. You know that,” she mumbled, her embarrassment palpable.

Taejun chuckled, leaning in closer, the scent of her skin intoxicating in its own subtle way. “Not as good as me, huh? You’ve said that before.” His grin widened, a teasing glint in his eyes. “But you could always practice, you know. I don’t mind.” He paused for a second, smirk deepening as his voice dropped to a mischievous whisper, “Or… if you’d rather show me affection in other ways…?”

Haeseol gasped, her eyes growing impossibly wider as she swatted his arm in a flustered panic. “Taejun! No, not here! In public?!” Her shocked expression made him laugh, and he reveled in how easily he could fluster her.

She looked around again, this time more earnestly, making sure no one was coming—especially her father. Her father would kill them both if he saw this. Finally, with a nervous little sigh, she turned back to Taejun. Her lips pursed, eyes closed, cheeks flushed a lovely shade of pink as she leaned in awkwardly to kiss him. Taejun had to bite back a laugh at how cute she looked—so stiff, so nervous, so adorably unsure of herself.

She’s so damn cute.

He loved that about her—the way she was so shy and unsure but still tried for him. It made every little moment feel special, like she was giving a part of herself to him every time. Her lips brushed his, soft and hesitant, and Taejun felt something stir deep in his chest. He closed the distance properly, savoring the kiss, but it wasn’t enough. Not for him.

When they parted, he caught the way she was still blushing, looking up at him with those wide, nervous eyes, like she was half-expecting someone to catch them at any moment. Taejun grinned, but his teasing shifted into something more intense. He leaned down again, this time aiming lower, his lips brushing against her neck.

“Taejun,” she whispered, already breathless, her voice laced with that same beautiful mix of surprise and pleasure that he loved hearing from her. He kissed the marks he’d left the night before, the bruises still tender under his mouth, and she gasped softly.

“Still sore?” he murmured against her skin, feeling her shiver beneath him. He smirked, biting down gently, just enough to pull another sweet sound from her lips. Her hands gripped his shirt, holding onto him for balance as he kissed and nipped at her neck, each little gasp and whimper driving him closer to the edge.

“Y-you have to go,” she whispered shakily, but her fingers still clung to him, not letting go.

“Yeah…” Taejun breathed, though he didn’t stop kissing her. His heart was racing, and the way her body reacted to him—soft, yielding, and responsive—made it even harder to pull away. “But I still want to hear you one last time.”

He pressed another kiss against her skin, feeling her pulse beneath his lips, and he grinned. The international tournament could wait a few more minutes.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩

### Haeseol's Journal Entry

Taejun just left for the tournament, and I feel like I can finally breathe again. I swear, that boy is a walking hurricane. Everywhere he goes, chaos follows, and I’m always left standing in the wreckage trying to figure out how I survived.

Last night was… well, let’s just say I’m still feeling it today. There are bruises all over me—thankfully, most of them are hidden where no one can see because oh my god, if anyone ever did… I’d die. Especially the ones on my neck. I don’t know why he insists on biting me there, but he seemed pretty pleased with himself when I pointed it out this morning. He just smirked and said something like, “I like leaving my mark.”

His mark.

I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m some kind of canvas to showcase his artwork, and I didn’t even want to look in the mirror after he left. But it’s not like I can stay mad at him, especially not when he smiles like that. Ugh, he really knows how to get to me. Even after all that teasing this morning when he asked me for another kiss right before he left!

I was so embarrassed. My face still burns just thinking about it. I mean, who asks for a kiss after the night we just had? But of course, Taejun did, because he’s Taejun, and he loves to see me all flustered and awkward. And of course, I gave him one—sort of. I probably looked ridiculous, puckering my lips like some cartoon character, but he still thought it was cute. He didn’t laugh (thank goodness), but I could see it in his eyes. He thinks everything I do is cute.

Well, except when I try to initiate things, because I’m apparently terrible at it. He’s always reminding me how much better he is at kissing, and okay, I get it, he’s more experienced than I am! But does he really have to rub it in every single time? It’s not fair. I’m trying, at least. I’m not some professional kisser like him!

Anyway, he finally left for the tournament after teasing me one last time. And before he did, he just had to kiss my neck again. Right where the bruises are. He knows exactly what that does to me, and I hate how much I love it. He said he wanted to hear me gasp one more time before he left. Honestly, the nerve of him! But… well, he got his wish. I couldn’t help it.

Now that he’s gone, I feel like I can finally relax. Sort of. I miss him already, which is dumb because he’s barely been gone for an hour. But the house feels quieter, like it’s missing something—or maybe someone. Even if Taejun is a handful, he’s my handful. I chose him, and there’s no changing that.

Besides, I’m not good at undoing things. What’s done is done, right? He’s my chevalier, my protector, and maybe something more. There’s something about him, like we’ve been tied together by fate or something. I can’t explain it, but it feels like he’s always been meant to be in my life, and no amount of teasing or bruises or smirks can change that.

I just hope he wins that stupid tournament. Not that I doubt him—he’s Taejun, after all. He doesn’t lose easily, not when he’s got something to prove.

But still, I’ll be cheering him on from here.

Even if my neck is killing me.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩

### Taejun's Journal Entry

I’m on the train to the tournament now, and the only thing I can think about is her. Of course. Haeseol. That damn girl is always on my mind, even when I should be focused. Not that I mind it—she’s probably the only thing that keeps me from completely losing it these days.

Last night was… yeah, no words for that. I can still feel the way her body pressed against mine, the marks I left on her. That pale skin, bruised and bitten, like she was made just for me. There’s something about seeing her marked like that, knowing no one else gets to touch her. She’s mine, and I like reminding her of it, over and over.

This morning was even better. Watching her stumble around, trying to act normal when she’s covered in those love marks—hilarious. She thinks she can hide them, but I know they’re there, and so does she. That little kiss she gave me before I left, all shy and awkward, like she hasn’t kissed me a hundred times before. Honestly, she’s so bad at initiating it, and it’s cute as hell.

I don’t know why she gets all flustered like that. After everything we’ve been through, after last night, you’d think she’d be more comfortable with it. But that’s just Haeseol, I guess. Always trying, always nervous, and always mine.

When she puckered her lips like that, I almost lost it. It was so ridiculous, but she was trying so hard. I had to keep a straight face, but damn, it was cute. She’s cute. Too cute for her own good. And then when I kissed her neck again? That gasp she made—perfect. I live for that sound. It’s like she forgets everything when I touch her, and that’s exactly how I want it.

I left her standing there, probably blushing all the way to her toes, and here I am, thinking about her instead of this tournament. I’ve got a bunch of competitors to crush, and my mind’s still back in that moment, replaying her voice, her gasps, her lips against mine.

She’s tied to me now. She doesn’t even fully realize it yet, but I do. She chose me, saved me, made me hers just as much as I made her mine. Min-Seok can try all he wants, and her father can keep giving me those looks, but it doesn’t matter. No one’s coming between us. Not now, not ever.

I’ll win this tournament, get what I need, and then I’m going right back to her. I don’t care what anyone says. She’s mine, and I’m hers, whether they like it or not.

Now, if I could just stop thinking about her for five minutes and focus on crushing these idiots…

⌗ ︙ HAESEOL'S AFFECTION ︙

The compound was unusually quiet, the hum of distant machinery the only sound. Haeseol and Taejun, for once, had a moment of peace—a luxury they didn’t take for granted. No sooner had they stepped into the lounge than Haeseol practically pounced on him, guiding him down onto the leather sofa with a glint in her eye that made him smile.

Taejun didn’t even get a word out before her lips met his in a gentle yet insistent kiss. She cupped his face, tilting his head just enough to deepen the kiss, her fingers threading through his hair as she moved in closer. His hands found her waist instinctively, holding her to him, but he was already feeling the dizzying warmth spread through his chest. Every kiss seemed to melt away any tension he hadn’t even realized he was holding onto.

But Haeseol wasn’t done. She started planting kisses along his jawline, soft and lingering, then traced down to his neck and over his collarbone. Her lips moved slowly, savoring every spot she kissed, leaving light lipstick marks like delicate little trophies. Taejun could barely think, each kiss seeming to pull him further into a blissful daze as he leaned back, completely wrapped up in her affection.

“Haeseol,” he murmured, a breathless laugh escaping as she moved back up to his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, “are you trying to kiss me unconscious?”

She grinned against his skin, her lips brushing his cheek. “Maybe,” she teased. “You’re far too handsome for your own good.”

Her words sent a thrill through him, and she resumed her kissing spree, her laughter warm against his skin as her lips continued their playful, affectionate ambush. She was moving back and forth between his neck and his lips, her fingers tracing little patterns along his collarbone. Taejun let himself be fully consumed by her—he had never felt more cherished, more entirely hers, than he did in this moment.

Finally, she slowed, her face just inches from his, eyes gleaming with an expression that made his heart stammer. She leaned down, brushing a thumb along his jawline as she looked him over, taking in the sight of him, completely dazed and wholly entranced.

But then, an alert echoed throughout the compound, shattering the peaceful moment.

“Avengers, prepare for briefing in five minutes,” an automated voice announced, piercing through the quiet. “New mission incoming.”

Haeseol froze mid-kiss, her eyes widening as reality hit. She pulled back slightly, looking down at Taejun’s face, and her mouth fell open in horror. His skin was dotted with faint red lipstick marks, evidence of her ambush. Glancing back at a nearby mirror, she saw just how thoroughly she’d left her mark on him.

“Oh no…” she whispered, the dawning realization making her heart skip. She reached for his face, as if hoping she could somehow magically erase the traces of her affection.

Taejun, however, seemed entirely amused, a proud grin spreading across his face. “Guess I’m wearing your brand into the briefing,” he teased.

Haeseol groaned, grabbing a tissue off the table. “Stay still!” she laughed, her voice laced with embarrassment and panic as she began dabbing at the marks, trying to salvage the situation. “If the others see you like this, I’ll never hear the end of it!”

But Taejun caught her hand mid-wipe, his fingers closing gently over hers. He pulled her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “It’s okay, Haeseol. You can mark me all you want.”

Her cheeks flushed, his words making her heart race even more. Her resolve faltered as he held her gaze, a faint blush creeping over her cheeks despite herself. With a defeated sigh, she gave him one last quick kiss, unable to fully contain her smile. “You’re impossible,” she whispered, the warmth of his smile filling her with a giddy sense of joy as they rose together, ready to face whatever teasing awaited.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩

Alternate Scene: The Lipstick Kiss Frenzy – Haeseol’s Secret Mess

The clock on the wall ticked loudly, the sound only amplified by Haeseol’s panic. The Avengers’ meeting was about to start in less than five minutes, and she was standing in the bathroom with Taejun, her mind in complete chaos.

“I did not just—oh my god, Taejun, I did not just do that,” Haeseol muttered under her breath, staring at the large, unmistakable lipstick kiss on his cheek. The red mark was bold, as if announcing to the world that she had been the one to leave it there. A lot of kisses had been planted on that cheek, and not just one casual peck, but a whole flurry of affectionate kisses—many of them sloppy and rushed in the heat of their quiet moments together.

She groaned loudly, pressing her hands to her face in frustration.

Taejun, standing casually in front of her, couldn’t help but smirk at her disarray. “What’s the matter, Hae-Hae? Not proud of your work?”

“I—” She cut herself off, swallowing her embarrassment. “I’m not proud of anything right now. Look at your face!” She gestured toward the bright, telltale marks still visible on his skin.

Taejun chuckled, his voice full of amusement. “It’s just a little lipstick. Nothing to freak out over.”

“It’s not just a little lipstick!” she snapped, still scrambling around her purse for something—anything—that could help erase the evidence. “I’m not ready for my dad to find out, and you know how he feels about you—” She stopped mid-rant and froze, realization dawning on her. “Oh my god, he’s going to see. He’s going to know! And then it’s going to be so awkward! Taejun, please. You have to let me clean this up.”

Taejun’s smirk never faltered. “Relax, Haeseol. No one’s going to notice. It’s just a little kiss. Honestly, I’m kind of flattered.”

But Haeseol wasn’t listening. She was too busy grabbing a handful of tissues from the bathroom counter, dabbing them hastily with water, and going to town on his face, trying to scrub away every trace of her affectionate gestures. She was so focused on wiping him clean that she almost didn’t notice when he stepped closer to her, looking over her shoulder.

“You know,” he said, his voice suddenly much softer, “if it’s such a big deal to you, I’m sure we can figure this out. It’s not like your dad doesn’t like me. He just needs to warm up to the idea.”

Haeseol didn’t even glance up, her heart racing as she pressed the damp cloth to his face a little too hard. “He’s not going to warm up to the idea of you dating his daughter, Taejun. Especially not now, when he doesn’t even know about us. I mean—God, look at you.”

Taejun raised an eyebrow, his playful grin still there despite the situation. “What’s wrong with me?”

“You look like you’ve been attacked with kisses! Like really attacked! This is bad!” Her voice was a mix of frustration and embarrassment, and it only made her panic worse. She was trying so hard to make sure she didn’t get caught, trying to keep things between her and Taejun under wraps until she was ready. But now... now everything was falling apart.

Taejun didn’t seem to mind one bit. He leaned in a little closer, his voice teasing. “You sure you want to wipe all this off? I thought you liked leaving your mark.”

Haeseol shot him an exasperated look but didn’t stop scrubbing at his cheek. “I don’t want to leave a mark. I want to get rid of it!” Her fingers moved faster, but no matter how much she wiped, it seemed like the kiss marks were refusing to leave. The more she scrubbed, the more flustered she became, realizing that time was running out. The meeting was starting, and she still had a mess to clean up.

Taejun raised both his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll let you clean it off. I’m not stopping you. But I do kind of like the idea that I’m marked by you, you know.”

Haeseol ignored him, her hands shaking as she desperately wiped his face. “I’m not letting you walk into that meeting looking like some love-struck idiot with kiss marks all over your cheek. My dad cannot find out. Not yet, not like this.”

Taejun’s smile faded, replaced by a more sincere look. He let her continue her frantic cleaning, not saying a word, but his expression softened. He reached out, placing his hand gently on her wrist. “You don’t have to hide us, Haeseol. We don’t have to do this secret thing forever. We’ll figure it out. But... you know, if it helps, I think your dad will warm up to me eventually. Maybe.”

Haeseol stopped for a moment, looking up at him with a conflicted expression. Her heart raced, her emotions all over the place. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for that. She wasn’t sure if anyone was ready for that. But she also didn’t want to keep hiding forever. She loved him, and maybe—just maybe—someday, things would be different. But right now? Now was not that moment.

“I just need this to be okay for now,” she said softly, resuming her frantic scrubbing. “Please, Taejun. Just let me get rid of this before my dad sees it. Please.”

Taejun chuckled softly, squeezing her wrist reassuringly before pulling his hand back. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it too much. It’s not like anyone’s going to notice anyway.”

But Haeseol wasn’t so sure. Her dad would notice. He always noticed things, even the smallest details. And this? This was one thing she couldn’t let slip.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of wiping and scrubbing, the lipstick mark started to fade. Haeseol let out a relieved sigh as she finally succeeded, stepping back to inspect her work.

“There,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I think it’s gone.”

Taejun took a look in the mirror, rubbing the spot where the mark had been. “Yeah. Looks like it.” He turned back to her, his smile returning. “But you know, you could’ve just let me keep it. I’m fine with it.”

Haeseol rolled her eyes, still flustered. “You just don’t get it, do you? My dad cannot find out. Not yet. I’m not ready to deal with him about this.”

Taejun grinned, stepping closer to her. “Alright. I get it. But let’s not make it a habit of you marking me up like that, okay?”

Haeseol gave him a playful shove, her embarrassment slowly giving way to a quieter, more tender moment. “Don’t worry. You won’t be marked again anytime soon.”

But deep down, part of her knew that the kisses would never stop. And, despite everything, she was okay with that. Just not right now.

The door to the hallway opened with a loud thud, and Captain America’s voice cut through the moment. “Meeting time. Everyone’s waiting.”

Haeseol quickly adjusted herself, smoothing down her clothes and glancing one last time at Taejun before heading for the door. She shot him one last, pleading glance. “Please... try to look less... kissed in there.”

Taejun winked, his grin wide as he followed her into the hallway. “I’ll do my best, but no promises.”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩

Haeseol's Journal Entry: The Lipstick Incident

I honestly don't know how I got myself into this situation.

Today was one of those days that started off fine and somehow spiraled into utter chaos. And all because of… lipstick. Yep, lipstick. Who knew that a few silly kisses would turn into such a disaster?

It all started when Taejun and I were having one of those quiet moments together before the meeting started. I didn’t even think about it—just a few pecks here and there, the kind of affection I used to only dream of sharing with someone like him. But then... I just couldn't stop. It was as if I was trying to make up for all the time we couldn't spend together.

Then the worst thing happened. The kisses were too much, and there they were—bright red lipstick marks on his face, all over his cheek.

I don't think I’ve ever panicked so much in my life. I mean, we’re still trying to keep things a secret, especially from my dad. He doesn’t exactly approve of Taejun, and while I don’t blame him, I don’t think he’s ready for this side of things just yet. There’s no way I could walk into a meeting with him looking like some lovesick fool. The thought of him asking questions, of looking at me with that dad look... I just couldn’t handle it.

And then, of course, Taejun had to make it worse. He was all relaxed about it, even joking about how he liked the marks, acting like nothing was wrong. But I wasn’t having it. I grabbed every tissue I could find, practically drenched them in water, and started scrubbing his face like I was erasing a crime scene. It was like everything was slipping through my fingers. The marks wouldn’t come off, no matter how hard I tried.

At some point, I swear I was losing my mind. I must’ve looked like a mess. The panic was overwhelming, and my thoughts were all over the place. I kept thinking of my dad’s face when he saw Taejun, when he knew. And I couldn't deal with it. I couldn’t. I just needed to fix it.

Taejun, of course, remained calm the whole time. He didn’t seem to care about the lipstick or the fact that I was completely frazzled. He kept teasing me, saying things like, “I think I kind of like it,” and honestly, I could’ve punched him. But in some strange way, it was comforting. He wasn’t bothered by any of it. He was calm, cool, and collected. As usual.

But I’m not.

I am bothered. I can’t help it. I want to keep this thing with him private, at least for a little longer, but the more I try to hide it, the more obvious it becomes. I’m terrified of my dad finding out, of anyone finding out before I’m ready to tell them. And it’s not just about Taejun and me—it’s about how the world sees us. How the world sees me.

I don’t want to be judged. I don’t want my dad to think I’m rushing into things, or worse, that I’m being reckless. So I wiped that lipstick off as best I could, all the while thinking to myself that maybe I was being too hasty. But I don’t know. Sometimes I just feel like things are slipping away from me, and I don’t know how to get a grip.

And then there was that moment before we walked into the meeting. I looked at Taejun one last time, silently pleading with him not to do anything that would give us away. He just gave me that stupid wink of his, the same one that always makes my heart skip a beat. He’s so frustrating.

But he’s also so him.

And despite my panic, I think I’m glad I kissed him. Even though I’m worried about how everything might turn out, I know I don’t want to stop. Maybe I just need to figure out how to navigate all of this without screwing things up. Maybe we need to talk about everything, stop hiding, stop running from the inevitable. But I’m not ready for that yet.

For now, I’ll just keep it to myself. And next time... maybe I’ll go easy on the lipstick.

At least until we’re ready to face the world together.

- Haeseol

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩

Taejun's Journal Entry: A Kiss Worth The Trouble

You know, I always thought I’d be the one getting into trouble, but Haeseol? She’s got a talent for it.

Today started like any other day—quiet, a little peaceful, and I was enjoying some time with her before the meeting. But, wow, I did not expect to be turned into a walking canvas. One minute, I’m just relaxing on the couch, and the next thing I know, Haeseol is kissing me like I’m some kind of prize. And I gotta admit, I didn’t mind one bit.

Honestly, she was all over me. Her lips didn’t stop for a second. It was like she couldn’t get enough of me. I was trying to keep it cool, but damn, the girl’s a force of nature. I’ve never had someone so affectionate, so completely wrapped up in the moment. Her kisses were soft but persistent—like she was trying to show me something, but I had no idea what.

But it got a little out of hand. I had to admit, though, I was loving it. She looked so cute, so carefree. But then… uh-oh. The realization hit her, and I saw the panic in her eyes. She froze for a second, looked at me like she’d just realized she’d done something terribly wrong. And then, the rush to wipe it all off.

I’m not even gonna lie—I laughed. She was so flustered, scrambling around with tissues like some kind of maniac. But that’s what I love about her. She tries so hard to make everything perfect, even when I’m over here grinning like an idiot. I could see it on her face—she really didn’t want me walking into that meeting looking like a walking advertisement for lipstick. And honestly, I get it. My girl’s a bit of a perfectionist, and she doesn’t like it when things are out of her control.

I wasn’t helping the situation either. I kept teasing her about how cute I looked with her lipstick all over me. I could see her face turn redder by the second. I’m pretty sure I could’ve asked her to do anything in that moment and she’d have done it just to get rid of that look of panic. But I’m not that cruel. I just watched, amused, as she wiped at my face, desperately trying to fix it, all while trying to act like it wasn’t the most adorable thing I’d ever seen.

I’ve never seen her like that before. So vulnerable. It was kind of… endearing. She’s always so confident, so strong, but today? I got to see the part of her that was worried, that was trying so hard to keep everything together. And for a second, I just wanted to kiss her again and tell her that it didn’t matter. But I didn’t.

Instead, I just stood there, letting her work herself into a frenzy while I enjoyed every second of it.

Finally, she got me cleaned up enough for the meeting, but I could still see the little remnants of lipstick on my cheek. I didn’t care, though. Let them wonder. Honestly, I think it’s a good look for me.

Of course, I couldn’t resist. Just before we walked into that meeting, I gave her a little wink. I saw her face flush even more, and I knew that she was probably dying inside. And you know what? I loved it. I’m just too much of a smooth talker, and I’m not going to stop anytime soon.

I really hope my team doesn’t notice the kiss marks on my face. But, honestly, I’d wear them forever if it meant getting to see Haeseol that flustered again. There’s something about her in moments like that—when she’s worried, when she’s trying to fix things, when she’s all cute and flustered—that just makes me want to hold onto her even more.

Maybe I’m cocky. Maybe I tease her too much. But if I’m being honest, she’s worth it. Worth every second of this rollercoaster. And I know, deep down, she’s just as into this as I am. We’ve got something real here. Something I’m not letting go of.

So, here’s to the next round of kisses.

- Taejun

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩

Headcanon: Eternal Affection

In their intertwined fates across lifetimes, the dynamic between Taejun and Haeseol reflects a poetic reversal of their past selves, Dhan and Bayan. In their previous lives, Dhan held the role of the powerful Emperor, revered and feared, while Bayan served as his cherished concubine—beloved, yet bound by duty. But in this life, their roles have subtly inverted.

Haeseol now stands in the position of "The Emperor," wielding immense power as a chiropteran / her reputation as a revered shaman, embodying strength, reverence, and authority. Taejun, as her chevalier, finds himself in the position of "The Concubine"—not in a literal sense, but in a symbolic one. He is bound to Haeseol by blood and loyalty, marked as both her favored companion and protector.

To Haeseol, Taejun holds a unique and irreplaceable place in her heart. By sharing her blood, she not only grants him power but also marks him as someone precious, much like Bayan was to Dhan. Just as Bayan became the Emperor’s Hae-Gae (Guardian), Taejun now assumes that sacred role for Haeseol. In her eyes, Taejun is cherished above all others—not merely for his duty as her guardian but for the deep, unspoken connection they share, one that transcends lifetimes.

This inversion of roles highlights the balance between power and devotion that defines their bond: Haeseol, now the one in command, offers Taejun reverence and protection in her own way, treasuring him as both her shield and her most beloved.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩

When Haeseol is smitten with Taejun, her affection for him spills over in ways that reflect both her status as a deified Daemudang and her personal adoration. Her affection becomes indulgent—lavish, shameless, and, at times, downright possessive. Taejun is her chevalier, and she delights in every opportunity to remind him (and everyone else) of that bond, spoiling him without hesitation, even in public.

### 1. Excessive Touching and Closeness

Haeseol loves being physically near Taejun, often closing the distance between them without a second thought. She has no qualms about draping herself over him in front of others or trailing her fingers along his arm, just to feel his presence.

Subtle Possessiveness: In crowds, her hand always rests somewhere on him—a shoulder, the back of his neck, or his wrist—marking him as hers.

Lingered Hugs: When they part ways, even for short periods, her hugs last just a little too long, and she sometimes presses her cheek to his shoulder, breathing him in with quiet satisfaction.

### 2. Public Displays of Favor (and Kissing)

Haeseol doesn’t care who sees her favoring Taejun, and she is very much a kisser. She’ll kiss his forehead, his knuckles, his cheek—anywhere she can reach—like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Her kisses are soft and indulgent, but on Taejun’s lips? They’re bold. She has no problem pulling him into a passionate kiss in public, teasing him between breaths: “It’s your fault. You’re too handsome.”

Interrupting Conversations: Mid-conversation, she’ll casually plant kisses on his temple or jawline as if it’s second nature, delighting in how he tenses up.

Making Out in Public: Haeseol will fully make out with Taejun if the mood strikes her—at a market, in the middle of a gathering, or on a quiet street corner—completely ignoring anyone nearby. If he protests, she only grins. “What? I can’t help myself,” she’ll say. “You make it too easy.”

### 3. Lavishing Him with Gifts

Though Taejun might protest, Haeseol enjoys giving him extravagant gifts as a way to show her affection. She sees it as her right to spoil him—he belongs to her, after all.

Tailored Clothes and Weapons: She commissions finely tailored outfits and top-of-the-line weapons, knowing that only the best suits someone under her protection. “You’ll wear it, won’t you? For me?” she’ll say, her voice light but expectant.

Personal Tokens: She might give him small, enchanted charms or talismans, each imbued with a piece of her magic. “For your safety,” she says, but it’s also her way of keeping herself close to him.

### 4. Teasing Affection in Public Spaces

Haeseol enjoys catching Taejun off guard with affectionate teasing, especially in public. She’ll playfully ruffle his hair, poke his side, or tug on his ear when he’s being stubborn, enjoying the slight blush that creeps onto his face.

Calling Him Out with Pet Names: She’ll use pet names or playful titles, like “My Tae,” or “Good boy,” especially when others are around, knowing it will make him squirm.

Playfully Challenging Him: She sometimes makes bets with him during sparring sessions or missions, promising small rewards if he wins—and lavish praise if he doesn’t.

### 5. Indulgent Care

Haeseol has a habit of pampering Taejun whenever she can. She takes pleasure in fussing over him, tending to his needs even when he insists he’s fine.

Massages After Battles: After long fights, she’ll coax him to sit so she can massage his shoulders, pressing firmly into his muscles with a satisfied smile. “Let me take care of you,” she’ll say softly, ignoring any protests.

Brushing His Hair: She often insists on brushing his hair for him, claiming it relaxes her, though it’s really just an excuse to be close to him.

### 6. Favoring Him in All Things

Everyone in Haeseol’s circle knows Taejun holds a special place in her heart, and she doesn’t try to hide it. If there are decisions to be made, she will always take his opinion seriously. His needs and wants are prioritized over others, often to an unfair degree.

Public Displays of Preference: If Taejun expresses even the slightest interest in something, Haeseol ensures he gets it, often with a mischievous smile. “How could I deny you, Tae?” she’ll say, feigning innocence.

Playing Favorites in Combat: She’ll often intervene when Taejun is in a fight, stepping in just to show off. “Why should my chevalier get tired when I’m right here?”

### 7. Gentle, Soft Moments

Despite her bold displays of affection, Haeseol also knows how to be tender. In private, her affection becomes softer, more intimate. She likes to watch Taejun when he’s unaware, smiling to herself at how far they’ve come.

Late-Night Conversations: When they’re alone, she’ll pull him close and rest her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “You’re my anchor,” she’ll whisper, as if confessing a secret.

Kisses on the Forehead: One of her favorite gestures is kissing his forehead, something she does often, even when they part ways briefly. It’s her way of saying, “I’ll always come back to you.”

In the conclusion, Haeseol spoils Taejun because she can’t help herself—he is hers, and she wants him to know it in every way possible. Whether through playful teasing, indulgent care, extravagant gifts, or deep kisses that leave him breathless, her affection is undeniable. She sees him not just as her protector but as someone she treasures deeply, and she isn’t afraid to show it, even if it leaves Taejun flustered and overwhelmed by her devotion.

[summersubin]

tutoring sessions

- yeonjun x taehyun

- 2.5k

- yeonjun doesn’t like that his new tutor is younger than him but he really can’t fail this class. besides, the sophomore is really pretty. he can’t stay mad at him for long. (cr: taejunaus on twitter for the prompt!!)

- a/n: i wrote this a while ago but didn’t get around to posting it here~ this is on my ao3 summersubin and i also posted it on my twitter hyukasnose!! please check out taejunaus on twitter, their aus are really good and i enjoy reading them a lot <3

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TUTORING SESSIONS, read the pink flyer pinned to the announcement board in the school hallway. it fluttered with the breeze of students passing by in a hurry on the way to their next class. yeonjun, however, stood perfectly still, his school books in his arms, and stared at the innocent flyer with a conflicted expression on his face. his books lay heavy in his arms.

he never wanted to admit it to himself, but he needed a tutor. it wasn’t that he didn’t try hard, but the work in his classes just seemed to pile up so quickly on top of him that he was becoming worried he would never escape from underneath it. he felt the pressure of a million assignments weighing on his chest, and with all of his work to do, he was falling behind with learning the new material in his courses.

so, begrudgingly and with narrowed eyes, yeonjun reached out his hand, shuffling his school books into the crook of his other arm, and ripped one of the slips of paper with a phone number scrawled on it from the flyer. he slipped it in his pocket, and then decided to make his escape, hoping nobody had witnessed him. he turned, ducked his head, and walked quickly along with the other students, easily blending in with the crowd.

`

later, when school was over for the day, yeonjun pulled out his phone and the tiny slip of paper came with it. he almost dropped it by accident, its pink color catching his eye. he was on the bus now, and as he was sitting in his seat he placed his phone on one leg and the phone number on the other. he hesitated for a few moments, feeling like an idiot as the bus jostled him around in his seat, going over bumps in the road. finally, he rolled his eyes and picked up his phone in his hands, quickly typing up a text to the number listed from the flyer and sending it before he could talk himself out of it. he would call, but he was feeling far too self conscious already, and he didn’t need a whole bus of people listening in on his conversation.

yeonjun repeatedly glanced at his phone anxiously, and found a reply from the owner of the flyer coming through in a matter of seconds. so taehyun is his name, yeonjun thought after his new tutor introduced himself. he sounds nice enough. and he was nice, speaking to yeonjun in possibly a more formal tone than he expected, but he was fine with that, as long as it wasn’t overbearing when they were finally face to face.

they agreed to meet later that afternoon in a local cafe. bring some money if you want to. i always find coffee keeps me motivated to work, taehyun had said. the wifi is a bonus, too. yeonjun laughed at that. taehyun told him to bring his own supplies, which yeonjun was already pretty much expecting. it wasn’t like the flyer had specified exactly what kind of tutoring taehyun was offering, so he just assumed taehyun would be on board for whatever. it was funny, yeonjun thought, that he couldn’t seem to remember anybody by the name of taehyun in his class.

`

when yeonjun walked in the front door of the cafe, he was greeted by a warm gust of air that smelled of coffee and bread. he carried his schoolbooks against his chest, the weight feeling familiar in his arms. taehyun said he would be in one of the booths, so yeonjun didn’t worry too much about not being able to find him. he figured he would know him when he saw him. for a school night, the place seemed to be unusually busy. a low hum of voices filled the air and bounced off the well decorated walls, a gentle yellow glow from the lighting casting itself on the customers.

biology, he desperately needed help in biology. he could never seem to cram all the vocabulary into his brain and keep it there. it liked to ooze out like goo, and yeonjun wished he could pack it all together in there and secure it with duct tape. math, too. the formulas always ended up confusing him, and the second he thought he got it completely, he would move on to solve the next problem and find himself completely and utterly lost. he mulled over these things in his mind as he walked through the cafe, knowing he would probably have to explain them to taehyun if he wanted any help.

yeonjun was walking past the booths that sat just beside a giant wall of glass, passing each one booth by booth and wondering if he had arrived too early for their meet up. and then he stopped in his tracks. in front of him was a boy sitting in a booth only a few feet away from him. he was hunched over in his seat as he scrawled something into a little notebook on the table in front of him. the seat opposite of him was empty, yeonjun noted when he glanced at it. this is… taehyun? yeonjun thought, feet freezing into the ground.

his hair was caramel brown, not quite long enough to fall over his eyes but enough that it just brushed his eyebrows. the warm lighting complemented his honey tanned skin, and he held his pen between his fingers delicately as he wrote. he was in a cream colored shirt, and subtly something in the back of yeonjun’s mind flickered with the thought of how good it looked on him, how well he seemed to blend into the warm atmosphere of the cafe. the thing was, though, that by the looks of taehyun, he couldn’t have been any older than yeonjun. in fact, he had a younger look to him. upon thinking this, yeonjun had the realization that the reason why he couldn’t place taehyun in his mind earlier was because he wasn’t from his class. he was almost certainly a year younger, if not two, and this thought alone made yeonjun consider turning back and going home, pretending as if he had never arrived. being tutored by a sophomore… yeonjun thought, and nearly winced at the idea. he had gotten himself this far, but he didn’t know if he would be able to take another blow to his pride like that. however, just as yeonjun was raising his foot from the ground to turn around, the head of caramel hair in front of him suddenly raised up, and he was caught in the stare of big, round, captivating brown eyes.

taehyun gave him a once-over, taking in the sight of yeonjun’s schoolbooks and setting his pen down gently. he sat himself up in his seat, and then settled himself, closing his notebook shut.

“you’re here for the tutoring, right?” he asked, and yeonjun felt something strange twinge inside of him at the sound of his voice. he nodded meekly, feeling awkward and out of place. taehyun paused for a moment, and then eyed the seat across from him in a sort of wordless gesture, turning his gaze back to yeonjun.

yeonjun walked over timidly, regretting for a moment not leaving when he had the chance. as he was putting his books down on the table, he cast a few side glances at taehyun’s face.

“you’re not in my class, are you?” he asked hesitantly, adding, “what year are you… sophomore?” he looked at his books feeling a bit pathetic for a moment, hoping that he was only mistaken. he didn’t want to come to a sophomore for help on material he hadn’t even taken a class on yet.

“is that a problem?” taehyun interjected, and yeonjun lifted his head at the hint of aggression laced in his voice. he stared for just a moment, taehyun’s wide brown eyes trapping him under their glare, and suddenly he was embarrassed.

“no, no, it’s not,” yeonjun was mumbling without thinking, quickly sitting down in the seat of the booth and reaching a hand behind his head to scratch awkwardly at his neck. “i just didn’t recognize you, that’s all…” he trailed off. it wasn’t a lie of course, but it certainly wasn’t all either. he could feel a hint of warmth beginning to blossom on his cheeks and wished it would cut it out already.

“so, what do you need help with?” taehyun asked, and yeonjun subtly shifted uncomfortably in his seat under the boy’s scrutinizing gaze. he couldn’t help but feel the itch on his skin from coming to someone younger for help, but as his mind drifted back to the mounds of homework waiting to be completed by him, he clenched his teeth and knew he would just have to bear it. passing his classes was his only option, and if taehyun was the thing that would help push him to that point, then so be it. besides, spending the afternoon with this kid…..it probably…. yeonjun glanced up quickly between his thoughts and met taehyun’s patient eyes. probably wouldn’t be that bad.

he blinked away his thoughts, looking down and spreading his books across the table between them. “biology,” he blurted out. “and my math class…” and then taehyun was nodding, flipping open his little notebook and reaching for his pen. he started writing some things down.

“what are you writing?” yeonjun asked, palms flat against the solid cover of his biology textbook.

“just some notes. it will make things easier to keep track of.” taehyun muttered absentmindedly, not halting his movements. yeonjun watched him, eyes glued to the way his hand produced small neat handwriting onto the paper.

“i can’t remember anything in biology,” he continued, still observing taehyun as he skipped a line and began writing more. “it’s like it makes sense, but it never stays in my head.”

taehyun nodded shallowly, and yeonjun got this weird feeling like he was talking to his teacher. this kid was way too serious and precise.

“and your math class?” taehyun asked suddenly, lifting his head from his notebook. yeonjun paused. maybe it was the lighting or something, or the cozy atmosphere of the cafe, or maybe just his nerves messing with his perception, but something about taehyun’s face looking up at him like that made his stomach flutter. “um,” yeonjun uttered, wiping his palms against his pant legs. “yeah, basically the same thing. i always understand it in class but when i try to do it on my own…” he shook his head.

taehyun nodded again, quickly jotting it down. “okay,” he said, dropping his pen. “i’ll see if i can help.” and then he did something that yeonjun wasn’t at all ready for. he smiled softly, eyes crinkling a bit at the corners. oh, he’s cute, was all yeonjun could think, and he breathed out a laugh, returning the smile but looking down as he did so. what is wrong with you? he thought to himself.

taehyun reached over and picked up his biology textbook by the corner, half dragging it across the surface of the table until it was in front of him. he flipped it open, skimming the table of contents briefly before looking back at yeonjun. “what unit are you on?” he asked, and yeonjun’s brain was lagging. the thoughts coming in one after the other now, flitting through his mind about how pretty his tutor looked sitting there, and how embarrassed he felt, and how awkward he was acting.

“unit 6, i think,” he murmured, and thought he heard taehyun laugh the tiniest bit at his uncertainty as he found the page number and flipped to it in the book.

`

they sat there for the next few hours, yeonjun taking taehyun’s sincere advice on how he could study better but often finding himself distracted by the calm timber of his voice. taehyun had an excellent way of explaining things, and the more time he spent listening to him, the more yeonjun wondered how he could possibly be a sophomore. he watched the way taehyun’s expression grew focused when he was explaining more difficult concepts, like when they went over his math formulas together. he cursed his heart for the way it skipped ever so slightly every time he got an answer right, every time taehyun applauded him for doing it correctly on his own. he just knew there was a warm redness in his cheeks, for how long it lasted he had no idea, but he felt so strange being tutored by someone like taehyun.

by the time they were done, taehyun had a good few pages in his little notebook about things they had accomplished, things they needed to work on still, and how yeonjun should proceed with his classes. yeonjun had a good amount of notes as well, filling the pages of his notebooks with as many practice problems from taehyun as possible, knowing he would need them later.

“we can meet… next week if you want? here again?” taehyun asked, and yeonjun found himself once again pulled into his round brown eyes, thinking for a moment that he saw a flicker of hope in them. “yeah,” he responded, biting at his lip. “sounds good.” taehyun’s gaze flickered downward for a split second, and then back up again. he nodded again, and began to gather his things together. then he paused, and suddenly groaned, bringing a hand up to his forehead in frustration.

“we never got any coffee,” he said in a disappointed tone. “it completely slipped my mind.” he shook his head slowly.

yeonjun laughed, a bright and airy sound, and couldn’t help the smile on his face from forming at how genuinely upset taehyun seemed to be. “me too,” he snickered, and watched as taehyun looked up at him and dropped his hand. he began to smile too, a bashful look gracing his features at his own reaction.

“um, do you want me to buy you one? we can still order…” yeonjun blurted out before he could think. “i can stay for a little longer…”

taehyun’s eyes widened just barely, his mouth opening to speak and then closing again. “oh,” he said, gaze dropping down and raising back up. “okay,” he said quietly.

yeonjun smiled wide in response, laughing awkwardly. he asked for taehyun’s order, and taehyun gave it to him, still looking a bit taken aback. as yeonjun walked away to order their drinks, he could feel taehyun’s curious gaze on his back. the smile on his face wouldn’t seem to fade, but little did he know how much trouble he was in now. after all, he had a lot of studying to do, but when he would finally get around to it during the days to come he would find himself unable to focus or concentrate. his mind would be way too preoccupied thinking about his tutor that was annoyingly younger than him, and how pretty he looked under the warm lights of the cafe that afternoon.

[universecorp]

Temptation: Chapter 5

Chapter Warnings: Smut (MxF), Oral (F receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Unprotected sex (what's new), praise, degrading, slight exhibitionism, fluff

W.C.: 3.5k

Mood Playlist: Temptation

Day 19

“Gyu, stop!” You whined at the fairy who was currently trying to drown you in kisses. 

“Why, I’m just showing you how much I love you.” The fairy made an obscene puckering sound as he pressed his lips to your cheek. 

After your day with Hueningkai, you had grown a lot clingier towards the others. Your room was now simply a space for your clothes, since you had basically moved into the fairies room. Even if you wanted to sleep in your own room, you knew they wouldn’t allow you. You didn’t mind though, waking up an onslaught of kisses and cuddles was nothing you could complain about. Usually it was Beomgyu or Hueningkai who would wake you up, peppering kisses all over your face until you stirred awake. 

Currently you were battling Beomgyu, who was being particularly clingy today, you didn't mind it,  you just enjoyed teasing him. The animal fairy had been attacking you with kisses all day, as well as keeping you confined to the bed with him. “We should get up, Taehyun is gonna be mad if we miss breakfast.”  Beomgyu groaned at you, but ultimately sat up, because you were (unfortunately) right. 

After a few more kisses you and Beomgyu entered the kitchen giggling while hand in hand. You probably looked like loved up teenagers, but it would be the same no matter who you were with. 

“Good morning you two, sleep well?” The two of you nodded in tandem as you approached the garden fairy who appeared to be frying up some sausage in a pan. You looked at the counter where a fluffy stack of pancakes sat, next to a bowl of fresh berries, no doubt grown only a few moments ago by the pink haired man.

 “Everything looks really good.” Beomgyu praised Taehyun, kissing his nape. 

“Is Binnie in the study or did he have to go in today?” You asked  Taehyun as he set down a plate in front of you, 

“He’s here if you want to keep him company while we're at school.” He answered, placing a quick kiss on your lips before returning to the stove. “Gyu, you need to go get ready.” The garden fairy scolded the animal fairy who was pressed against his back.

 “But I haven’t eaten.” He pouted, slotting himself even closer to Taehyun.

 “You can eat… on the way to school.” Taehyun deadpanned, growing a vine to pull the taller man off of him. Beomgyu groaned, but ultimately relinquished his efforts and made his way back into the bedroom to get ready. 

After helping Taehyun clean up, you saw the two fairies off to school before joining Soobin in the study. You were currently reading a book, sitting on your favorite pillow which was right next to Soobin’s desk. He had woken up in the early hours of the morning to ensure you wouldn’t just be sitting by his side all day. You didn’t really mind, but it was sweet of him to keep you in mind like that. “I’m almost done for the day, is there anything you want to do?” You looked up at the blonde man, his thick framed glasses were situated on the bridge of his nose.

 “We should nap, and then maybe go to the big lake? Hyuka was telling me how you guys sometimes hangout on the big lily pads.” Soobin hummed, in agreement, before turning back to his work. 

“We could nap at the lake, we have some pillows and blankets stashed there that we usually put on the lily pad.” The suggestion intrigued you. Those lily pads must’ve been humongous if it could fit all of them on one.

 “Sure, let's do that.”

After an hour you and Soobin were now comfortably situated in the lake. The warm sun mixed with the heat from being under the blanket was heavenly. If it wasn’t for Soobin and his love of  making out, you would probably be asleep. You couldn't complain though as you kissed slowly, using your hand to cup his cheek, giving you better access to the inside of his mouth.You and Soobin had spent quite a lot of time together since he was at home the most. Most of your time was spent in comfortable silence, but since your unspoken rule of you joining the five men had come into play, most of your days were spent like this. You would sit with Soobin until he finished his work, eat lunch and nap, in no particular order. Then spend the rest of the day together until everyone else got home. What was happening now was nothing you weren’t used to. You and Soobin had yet to actually have sex, but you weren’t rushing anything. Kissing him was addictive enough, so adding sex might be dangerous. 

“Binnie you should sleep, you woke up so early.” Soobin hummed against your lips, but made no effort to pull away. 

“Let's just fall asleep like this, it’s fine.” You pulled away and couldn’t help but giggle at him, not just from what he said but also the way he whined at the loss of your lips.

 “Come back, I’m not done kissing you!” Shaking your head you attempted to roll away from him, but he quickly began rolling towards you, trapping you against the edge of the lily pad and lake. 

“You either fall or kiss me, your choice.” Huffing you reluctantly rolled back with him to the middle, giving him a quick peck before ducking your head into his chest. 

“There I kissed you, now sleep.” Soobin wasn’t having it though, he lifted your chin and quickly slotted your lips together again. You responded to the kiss immediately allowing Soobin to take the lead. Once again, Soobin’s plush lips had you hooked, unable to pull away from him as he held your chin in place. You allowed him to slip his tongue between your lips, swallowing all the needy groans he was releasing as he began grinding into your leg.  

“Y/N… I want you… please.”

God, how could you say “no” when he sounded that good. The timbre of his voice stirred something inside of you. His hooded eyes made you want to fold instantly, but you knew you couldn’t make it that easy, you had to rile him up a bit.

“Really?” He nodded in response, holding eye contact with you; pressing his hard on into you, as if to prove a point. Almost as if it was his way to show you how much he wanted you. Soobin moved his hand from your chin to one of your breasts, fondling it through the thin fabric of your tank top. You had forgone a bra since you knew you would be taking a nap, so the pleasure felt more heightened. You couldn’t help the whimpers that began escaping you, but from the way his cock was pressing into you and the harsh grip on your breast, you could tell he liked it. Soobin pulled away from your lips and slowly trailed kisses down your chin until he reached your neck. 

“Fuck you sound so pretty.” He mumbled against your skin, sucking purple and red marks wherever his lips touched. “Can’t wait to ruin you, my perfect slut.” He moved his hand from your breast down to your legs, leaving teasing touches everywhere, but where you really needed. You felt hot all over and unable to focus. You wanted him to touch you properly, but couldn’t find the words to ask. You were curious how much he would allow you to do, watching as his lips trailed lower and lower down your body. Soobin spread your legs apart using his shoulders to keep them open. “I need these off.” You could tell he was just thinking out loud since the comment was mumbled also because it was followed by him hooking his fingers into your skirt and underwear. 

You couldn’t help but giggle as Soobin haphazardly tried to pull your skirt and panties down. The small huff let out as both garments got stuck around your ass made you grin down at him.“Someone’s impatient.” You commented, lifting your hips off of the plant beneath you. Soobin didn’t seem to like your tone and took it upon himself to deliver a quick slap to your pussy in retaliation. You couldn’t help the way your back arched, seething painfully through your teeth at the harsh stimulation. 

Soobin only looked at you with a sort of bored expression when you glared down at him. “There’s more where that came from, if you want to keep being a brat?” Looking away from him you let yourself go lax, allowing yourself to be at his mercy. You weren’t particularly in the mood for a punishment so you figured it was best to listen to his warning. “Good girl, just relax and let me make you feel good.” You nodded, bringing your gaze back down to the mop of blonde hair that was now buried between your thighs. You could only shiver as his hot breath fanned over your cunt, becoming wetter by the second as you anticipated his next move. Without warning Soobin licked a fat stripe over your core, pulling a small whimper from you. The warm muscle began to prod and tease at your entrance, all while his hands were gently caressing your thighs. After teasing you for a few more moments he allowed his tongue to enter you, causing you to whimper louder this time. The sounds you were making were driving Soobin crazy, so much so that soon his entire mouth engulfed your heat. He slurped messily at your cunt, moving his mouth against it much like how he would when you were making out. “Sound so gorgeous for me, so filthy, so perfect…” He trailed off in a groan as more of your wetness spilled out of you. He was taking note of everything in this moment, what made you squirm the most, what pulled more sounds from you, what made you spill more of your sweet fluids into his mouth. Anything that meant you were feeling good was exactly what he wanted to give to you.

At some point Soobin brought his head up to just suck at your clit, so that he could look in your eyes. He wanted to know how fucked out you looked, and the sight didn’t disappoint. There you were, hands holding your breasts as you fondled and alternated between flicking at pinching at your nipples. Your whimpering only began to grow in volume as you lifted your hips to move against his mouth which was skillfully bringing you to your climax. You had tears in your eyes, which only spurred the water fairy on, wanting to see more of those tears as you moaned out his name. “Soobin… s-so good…” You could barely form a sentence from how good he was making you feel and when he began pushing two fingers into you, you thought you were going to lose it. “Fuck! I’m so close, please, please don’t stop!” You pleaded, moving against him to create more friction. All Soobin could do was groan in response as he sped up the two digits inside of you. With one final curl of his fingers you reached your peak, shaking as Soobin instantly latched his mouth back onto your pussy, lapping up everything that he could. “Too much, Soobin, wait!” A loud huff came from the man as he lifted his head up, a small pout decorating his features. 

“Not my fault you taste good, can’t waste a good meal.” Soobin licked his lips eyeing your chest as it rose and fell slowly.

“My eyes are up here.”

“I don’t think so. The ones down there are challenging me to a staring contest.” The fairy challenged leaning in closer to your breasts. Your nipples were erect from the breeze but also a bit swollen from you pinching them earlier. Soobin brought his hand up and harshly flicked the right one, causing a whimper to tumble from your lips. “They blinked… I win.” Soobin finally met your lust filled eyes with a cheeky smile, you really wanted to push his head back between your legs and wipe it off. Soobin climbed up your body to meet your lips in another heated kiss. You could feel him pressing against your core and you needed him to slip in before you went crazy. 

“Soobin, put it in… please!” He looked at you with a bit of amusement, but nevertheless grabbed his cock and began pushing it into you slowly.

“Thought it was too much dew drop, or are you just that much of a slut?” You could barely form a response back as he pushed into you at an agonizing pace, making you want to grab his ass and push it in for him. You tried to reach out but the moment he could tell what you were doing, he pulled out. Another embarrassing whine escaped from you as you looked at Soobin pleadingly. “You need to be good and take what I give you, stop being a greedy slut.” Nodding you laid back and allowed Soobin to take the lead again, letting him take every moment as slow or fast as he wanted. Once Soobin was about halfway in you felt like you were on the verge of tears. You wanted to move so bad it hurt, but you also didn’t want to risk him pulling out again so you stayed as still as possible, just allowing him to use you as a sleeve. Without warning suddenly Soobin thrusted into you, bottoming all the way out in one swift motion. The action was able to finally punch a loud moan out of you as opposed to the needy whimpers you were making only a beat ago. “God you’re so tight, so perfect for me.” Soobin looked like he was in pure ecstasy as he set a steady pace, holding your leg on either side of his waist as he used them as leverage to reach deeper inside you.

His blonde hair fell over his eyes as he thrusted deeply into you, head hanging low because the pleasure was almost unbearable. “Baby, fuck me harder please!” Soobin looked at you in amusement again, a devilish smirk playing at his lips as he slowed down his thrusts. He leaned over you, doing his best to make eye contact with you in the wired position, practically stopping his thrusts just to antagonize you more.

“Do you even deserve it? You’ve been kind of a brat.” 

“I deserve it, I deserve it please! M’ sorry for being a brat, I'll do better.” He was reducing you down to nothing all while making you feel like everything at the same time and it was almost embarrassing how much you loved it.

As if thinking over and ultimately coming to a decision, Soobin repositioned his hands to have a better grip on your things before pulling all the way out and slamming back in. The pace he set this time was brutal and you could feel the lilly pad moving with the motion of his rough thrusts. Soobin looked down at you with nodded eyes, and contracting as he put all of his encrypted and force into fucking your. “God fuck you’re so loud, anyone could walk by and see us too, you think if they heard you they’d come? If they did they’d get to see you for the slut you are- fucked dumb on my cock.” Soobin sounded so mean but you couldn’t get enough of it. The usually mild mannered fairy had a side to him that you never expected, and you loved it. “Bet you could cum from just my cock alone, think you can do that for me?” Blinking tears out of your eyes you nodded in response, back arching as he punched your sweet spot with a particularly hard thrust. “Words please.” 

“Yes, can cum… from…” You were trying your best to get the words out, but your head was so  foggy from pleasure that you could barely formulate a sentence, much less say it. Soobin tsked, but let it slide, usually he would stop and make you finish your sentence, but it was clear that you were too gone. 

“Can’t believe I fucked you dumb this quick, s’cute.” All you could muster in response was a wet sob mixed with a moan. You felt like you were going to pass out of them the pleasure especially as you could feel your orgasm approaching.

A quick and airy “close,” left your lips and before the rope could finally snap Soobin pulled out and flipped you over. Now on all fours you wanted to cry at the loss, but soon he filled you again, wasting no time settling up the same pace while gripping one of your hips tightly. His other hand was busy pushing your head down onto the lush pillow below you. You could feel him even deeper now and wanted to go redder than you already were as you heard the sound of skin slapping reverberate and echo throughout the forest. You were probably drooling and could barely see from all the tears clouding your vision, but you felt amazing, pleasure coursing through your body as you took everything he was giving you. 

You could feel Soobin’s hips beginning to grow erratic, which helped you know he was close, and despite his growing fatigue he never let up in his pace once. You could feel your own release fast approaching and after only a few more thrusts you were cummimg, Soobin’s name falling over and over from your lips as you shook from the force of your orgasm. Soobin followed almost immediately from how hard you were squeezing him, a loud groan leaving him as he stilled inside you before draping himself over your back. “Thank you, did so good love, so perfect for me.” Soobin placed kisses on the shell of your ear and the back of your neck as he praised you, rubbing his fingers over the areas that might be sore later on due to how harsh his grip was.

“Thank you Binnie.” It was barely audible from how hoarse your voice was, but you know he heard you based on the kiss he planted on your cheek.

Soobin turned you around and cleaned you up with the water and a small rag that he must've stashed away for occasions like these. He kissed you slowly, caressing your cheek with his thumbs and the two of you fell asleep like this, limbs tangled and faces close.

“So this is where you two disappeared too.” Yeonjun piped, effectively rousing you from your sleep. Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, you were finally able to make out the four figures of the fairies. You smiled sleepily, reaching out for them to join you. All of them quickly took off the ground to join you and a still sleeping Soobin on the lily pad. You placed a quick kiss on each of the fairies lips, before Heungkai tackled you back down to the plus blankets on the lilly pad. 

“Did you all have a nice day?” You asked, reaching out for your discarded clothes. Taehyun helped you find them, going the extra mile with helping you redress so that you could pay attention to Hueningkai. 

“We did, but we all got home and we’re confused when we didn’t find you in the room. Seems like you had other plans aside from a nap though.” No matter what, Yeonjun always made it a point to tease you whenever you did anything with his other lovers. It didn’t bother you much, but it never failed to make your checks bloom red. “I’m gonna wake up this oath so we can all go eat.”

You nodded and while Yeonjun’s was preoccupied you reached out for the other three fairies to come lay with you. Beomgyu and Hueningkai ended up fighting for a spot next to you and while they were preoccupied Taehyun managed to slip in next to you. The two of you tangled up sharing a few sweet pecks before looking over at Yeonjun’s who had successfully managed to wake up Soobin. The two seemed to be in their own world, making out slowly while whispering sweet nothings to each other about how much one missed the other. It was sweet, it wasn’t like you never saw them being intimate, but knowing that they had been together the longest made it feel more intimate than it probably was. As if they could feel your eyes on them the two of them turned to face you, a playful smirk playing on their lips since they caught you staring. Surprisingly they didn’t tease you and after another half an hour you all returned to the tree to eat and sleep for the night.

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[qinduang]

[ HYUN. ]

— i'll try not to miss you.

When Taehyun wakes up from an open-eyed dream, Yeonjun loses the power to sweep him off his feet. It causes them to part-ways, months after convincing themselves that they were in love. To not have someone chasing after him, Yeonjun should have taken the opportunity to start anew. But why does he keep searching for Taehyun now that he's gone?

forum. a place, meeting, or medium where ideas and views on a particular issue can be exchanged.

— pairings: kang taehyun x choi yeonjun

— genre: childhood friends to lovers (?), engagement arrangements, first love, unrequited love, one-sided pining, lots of yearning, aged-up, online forums, angst/fluff, retrospect

[📃 NOTE ! this is a fruit of my writer's block written with little to no effort, so excuse my metaphors, dialogues, and picked figurative language.]

HYUN Ask! PrettyBoy

This is my first time joining a forum and I honestly never imagined myself sharing anything on the internet about my love life, but desperate times call for desperate measures—here’s a kettle full of something you can fill your cup with:

Hello. You can call me Hyun. I am engaged to my first love that only sees me as a brother. What should I do?

☾

THE STORY GOES a little bit like this. 

Firstly, Taehyun doesn’t remember not knowing Choi Yeonjun. He’s intelligent, endearingly close to his mother, everyone’s friend, handsome (so handsome), and popular since childhood—which only worsens as he grows older. Taehyun knows Yeonjun well, maybe even too well since the fox-boy’s family visits his household every Saturday from the day he was born. 

You see, here’s the thing. Their parents had always been close—best friends forever, ‘my ride or die’, or call it whatever you want close, that close—and it strings along a whopping ten albums worth of his childhood pictures with a snotty Choi Yeonjun. 

They were together most of their lives and Taehyun’s sister was so blatant about being tired of the Youngest Choi™’s face.

“I think she hates me,” Yeonjun jabbed Taehyun’s side gently when the girl rolled her eyes. Their mother just announced that he’ll be attending her wedding as the groom’s best man, because unfortunately for her, she ended up marrying Yeonjun’s cousin. “Seriously, why is she frowning like that?”

“She’s tired of your face.”

“So, she hates me,” Yeonjun concluded then and there.

“Erm, probably,” Taehyun doesn’t say that he’s feeling a bit tired of Yeonjun too.

Secondly, when Taehyun’s sister married a Choi, their families got closer… and closer. Worse than before. On every family trip, family celebration, and grand family meal; The Chois™ are there. Present and blending in with the family.

“I think at this point we should all just live together,” Taehyun made a joke with roasted garlic on his plate. He doesn’t miss the smile on his parents’ faces. “I’m… I’m joking! Don’t think about living together. This is enough.”

“We know, Hyun-ah. It’s just funny to see you all worked up,” He receives a kiss on the cheek. At least that was a good compensation for a fear that he just discovered.

Thirdly, Taehyun and Yeonjun are inseparable. It wasn’t even a choice anymore.

One day, Taehyun woke up and started his first day in high school, only to find Yeonjun waiting for him at the front door, because—surprise!—they go to the same campus. Years later, they’ll be going to the same college, same dorm building, same cafe, and even the same barber. God. It was a game that never ends.

Although, don’t get him wrong. Yeonjun wasn’t horrible. It’s quite the opposite.

Yeonjun is an absolute sweetheart. Almost like a daydream. He dresses like he’s for the runway and dyes his hair in different hues. People in the university fawn over him as they become friends; he’s easygoing like that. He’s an insider. A social butterfly with the prettiest wings. He dated people like a player, but remained everyone’s dream boy.

Oh, he seems unreal. Taehyun thinks he’s too good to be true. Sometimes he’ll receive a text from Yeonjun asking him to hangout and he’ll have a brief moment to pause and regain composure because he absolutely loses his crap every time ‘The Yeonjun’ comes knocking at his dorm room with fried chicken.

One of those starstruck moments was this one, when Yeonjun sat comfortably on his floor with food on the low table. His hair was pushed back and his jacket laid on the couch, leaving him in his plain white shirt. Taehyun hopes he can conceal the blush in his face.

“Your mother called and asked me to pick you up,” Yeonjun said, munching on a drumstick cutely.

As much as Taehyun would want to coo in adoration, he was more perplexed than flattered. “What for?"

“No idea,” Yeonjun shrugs. “She said it wasn’t urgent, but she needs to talk to us today.”

“Oh, okay. Let’s go after this.”

“Got it, Tyunnie.”

At one point, Taehyun questioned everything about Choi Yeonjun. His words, his thoughts, his care, and his actions—but he seems to be as good as an open book. Yeonjun was genuine and honest. Anyone could see right through him just by looking at his face, yet Taehyun still felt the need to deny so much when he knows too much.

The last part of the story was delayed for several more years. They graduated from university, met new people, got busier, and spent more time apart.

Perhaps that’s what time does to relationships; it makes them harder to think about because there’s nothing more for one to wonder. Taehyun still saw Yeonjun every month and they still shared meals while they talked about work, but there’s an invisible wall that built itself between them through countless changes.

Since—lastly, Taehyun and Yeonjun got engaged on a haphazard day. Like a raging wave in a calm sea.

And he pretends not to read Yeonjun every time he wears his heart in his sleeve.

☾

HYUN Thread! PrettyBoy

I didn’t expect my first post to blow up like that, but to clarify, my fiance is a close family friend and I grew up with him. I started liking him in my second year of high school, when he was leaving for college, and I never really acted upon it until years later.

It took me such a long time because he’s improbably charming and attractive, so I was not the only one that liked him. I think he had a serious relationship in college, but it didn’t end well because of something I didn’t really find out. Even after that, he was always seeing someone, so I took it as a sign that confessing will be useless. But realizing that I need to get it off my chest, I still ended up confessing on his graduation day.

His reaction was fine. It was a bit awkward—sure—but he wasn’t a jerk about it. He gave me a hug and told me I was cute, but he made it clear that I was being rejected. That’s why I’m as lost as everyone about the ring on my finger.

He’s just… confusing.

☾

GRADUATION DAY.

Yeonjun was everywhere from being dragged left and right by his ocean number of friends—he’s probably in everybody’s celebratory post at this point. His smile beamed along with countless others, but Taehyun still saw it like the morning sun.

“Tyun! You’re late,” Soobin spotted him first. Just like Yeonjun, he was graduating today and he’s currently bouncing around with his medals and glorious flowers. “Take a picture with me!”

Soobin.

Yeonjun’s first boyfriend that met his family. He was tall, a lot taller than Taehyun, and he had cunning dimples that everyone was obsessed with. Soobin was kind. Probably the kindest person Taehyun knows; and if he wasn’t such a jealous bug, then maybe he would have rooted for their relationship. Either way, it didn’t work out, but they’re still great friends. On certain days, Taehyun accompanies Soobin to try every pastry in a newly opened bakery—talking about school, games, boys (er, Yeonjun), because Soobin figured him out way easier than he would have thought.

"So, you're finally confessing?" Soobin asked after studying the tense state of the younger boy. "You should do that. help yourself by doing that before it's too late."

"It's not like he feels the same way, hyung. I just want him to know and finally move on."

Soobin merely smiles before they part. Taehyun goes to garner courage once he faces Yeonjun with a rather nervous stutter.

Frankly, the confession was a mess, an accumulation of all the harboring feelings and all the fear that Taehyun has hidden in every corner of his heart. Even his mind was a blur when Yeonjun heard everything he had to say—it was one of those rare days when Taehyun couldn't read Yeonjun's face.

"Do you like me? like, actually like me?"

Taehyun succumbs in embarrassment. "Please, don't make me say it again."

After that comes an adorable laugh that wasn't anything relatively close to a mock. it was genuine, just Yeonjun. "You're so cute, Tyun. Calm down for me, hm? You're shaking so much."

Let me down slowly.

"I'm just saying. I'm not expecting anything in return—I mean it! You're... really important to me, hyung, and I need to get this off my chest before you leave," Taehyun doesn't look at Yeonjun's face, but feels the hands delicately holding his waist. "I also think you deserve to know. You need to know about how much people love you."

"That's very sweet," He failed to find better words to fill the gaps. "Thank you," Yeonjun ended it at that, and perhaps Taehyun was lying about being content.

Saying that he wasn't expecting anything at all was easier than actually not expecting. In the end, he hugged Yeonjun one last time and never saw him again.

It wasn't a new constant per se. Taehyun and Yeonjun do bump into each other sometimes and share a meal out of courtesy, but it wasn't the same as the old days with oily fingers and fast food. Now, meals are shared in a rather more professional setting, less carefree. The joke doesn't land even if Taehyun tries.

Yeonjun works for his own company, while Taehyun was out pursuing a fickle music job that his parents weren't exactly on board with. In just a couple of years, their worlds grew distant, moving farther and farther.

Taehyun convinces himself that life drove them away from each other because they were growing, but when Yeonjun abruptly called him up for a meeting, their worlds collided.

"Marry me."

It came without a warning, yet solemnly—the epitome of what it feels like to love yeonjun all this time. He's a surging wind on a summer day, rain on your favorite day; but Taehyun loved him still, as if he was the same high school boy that patiently waits for something that will never come.

"Are you drunk? I can't just marry you when we're not even…” Taehyun finds it hard to comprehend.

Yeonjun pushes relentlessly. "Then date me. I'll take you out every Friday and we'll spend time together until you deem it enough."

"Hyung, you're confusing me. I know that you don't like me, so what's this about?"

Taehyun shouldn't have asked.

If Taehyun was good at reading Yeonjun like an open book, Yeonjun was better at knowing the ways to Taehyun's heart.

"I want to try it, with you," Rigid breathes between the silent gaps. "Love."

How can Taehyun say no to that?

☾

Re: HYUN Thread! Endolphin Answer MolangLover

Mr. HYUN, your submission has been haunting my mind for nights! I had a similar experience with my last boyfriend, that’s why I broke up with him when I became more self-aware. He cared for me—I know he did—but I wanted to be loved, and he couldn’t give me that. So, I knew it was better to just move on with our lives and meet other people.

I want to ask about how you’re doing, because that kind of relationship is tiring (must be for you, especially). If you could tell me anything—what you feel, what you think—it would be lovely, but if you’re uncomfortable, then feel free to ignore my reply.

Have a nice day!

ㅤ

Re: Endolphin Answer HYUN Thread! PrettyBoy

Hello, Endolphin. I would add something before your name, but I wouldn’t want to misgender you.

Thank you for this reply. It makes me feel comforted that somebody is going through or has gone through something similar to me. If you could probably tell, I am more than fine to answer your question.

Surprisingly, I am feeling well. My fiance takes me out on a date every Friday and it gets cancelled so often because of his not-so-flexible schedule compared to mine. However, I try to be happy. He’s never rude to me, he’s always kind, but it’s nothing close to showing romantic interest.

As for what I think, I think about so many things. I always worry about being well-behaved and being pliant to not upset him. I also worry about my job and other things in my life.

Endolphin, if it’s not so rude of me, may I ask you about the breakup with your last boyfriend? How did he react? How did you do it? Now that you brought it up, I’m starting to think if it’s the best thing to do in situations like this.

☾

THERE ARE PROS AND CONS in being engaged with Choi Yeonjun.

Firstly, he’s Yeonjun. The man Taehyun has been in love with since he was a literal teenager.

He had dreamed about being with Yeonjun, going on dates, holding hands—anything lovers do. But it was not a dream that Taehyun thought would come true. Heck, meeting the famous gay celebrity icon, Beomgyu, sounds more attainable than getting his lips anywhere near Yeonjun’s pretty ones!

Deep breath. Inhale, exhale. Taehyun tries to stay grounded everyday.

Yeonjun would never kiss him.

Should that be a negative streak? It’s a personal agenda, so maybe Taehyun can forgive him for that.

At the end of the day, Yeonjun offered some sort of a course of learning. Love in particular. Which is absolute bull because when you’re learning how to love a person, that means you never loved that person at all.

Among the list of pros is this: Yeonjun was easy to read.

“It’s an emergency, Tyun. Will you wait for me?”

“Hm, okay,” Taehyun once looked at Yeonjun with a smile. It was on a Friday night, inside Yeonjun’s office. He had to put a song on hold just to meet Yeonjun for an expected date, but his fiance couldn’t do the same. “I’ll be waiting in the lobby.”

Yeonjun takes his hand before he can go. “Just stay here. It won’t take too long.”

“I’ll be quiet.”

Deep breaths. Inhale, exhale. Taehyun learns to be patient. Despite knowing each other for eternity, Yeonjun was a lesson to learn. How he acts and how he talks, how he works and how he thinks—Taehyun understands like the lover he is.

He grew not to bother about certain truths that he had no control of. Like how he will never be a priority, how Yeonjun merely had him on display in his life—or how in all the hours that passed since Taehyun sat on the couch, Yeonjun never checked up on him even once.

“Hyung,” Taehyun wants to go home. “Let’s just cancel today. I’m tired.”

Yeonjun hums, “I’ll let my secretary drive you home.”

“No, it’s fine. Good night, hyung,” Taehyun fixed his stuff before making his way to the door. Before he opens it, he stops. “I love you,” He said without looking back.

After all, seeing Yeonjun’s face drop was harder than not seeing his response at all.

Cons of being engaged with Choi Yeonjun: He will never say he loves you back

☾

HYUN Ask! PrettyBoy

Today’s TMI: I live with my fiance, but I barely see him home. Is this even a TMI? People are asking for updates, but I’m literally waiting for the same thing.

Our penthouse is approximately thirty minutes away from his workplace, so it’s only natural that he’ll be staying somewhere nearer on weekdays. On weekends he would stay over, but he often locked himself up in the office. He’s a workaholic. My workaholic. I think I’ve seen him pass out on his desk more than I’ve seen him sleeping in his bed, and he mumbles jargon in his sleep.

Anyway, tips to make your significant other fall in love with you? I don’t want studious relationships, I want mutual obsession.

☾

LIVING TOGETHER WAS Taehyun’s idea.

They got a place in a quieter part of Seoul and settled in quite well. Taehyun had always been a neat person, so Yeonjun never had an issue. Even so, they still have someone that does the cleaning for them once a week. Splitting chores was not an option since they’re both equally busy, so it was the greatest resort.

Much to Taehyun’s dismay, they don’t share a room. They room across from each other, Yeonjun’s being the most empty because he rarely occupies it, but Taehyun has his place filled with instruments and gadgets.

It shows in aspectects like that; one was more enthusiastic among the two. Taehyun doesn’t mind as long as Yeonjun comes home every week.

“Just move in with me. The kids need a babysitter anyway,” Years later, the Anti-Choi Yeonjun™ movement lives on inside of Taehyun’s sister. “Yeonjun is barely home. What are you supposed to do here all alone?”

“Sleep, eat. I bought a PS5,” Taehyun knows there’s no dancing around this, but he still tried.

“Hyun, dump his ass. You’re an idiot for getting yourself into this, but if you’re actually thinking of settling then you need professional help.”

“Noona, I’m not crazy.”

“Then get a hold of yourself. I know he’s the love of your life or something, but this is not good for anybody,” She dragged the boy on the couch. “Do you actually believe that he’ll fall in love with you?”

“You’re making it sound like I’m unlovable.”

Smack. “Dummy. I love you! You’re the most amazing person there is and it’s Yeonjun’s loss for not seeing that, but my point still stands. You can’t force yourself to be in love. It doesn’t work that way.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Taehyun finally unraveled the last card in his hand, drawing a desperate look on his sister’s exasperated state.

Taehyun sleeps over at his sister’s that night. He doesn’t let Yeonjun know—he probably won’t notice anyway—but he returns the next day before following a routine of washing up and preparing breakfast.

What he failed to notice was a sleeping figure on the couch, snoring soundly in deep sleep. Yeonjun was still in his suit, all wrinkled and altered in his rest. His tie was left on the table and his socks kept clinging around his laying feet. The position was rather uncomfortable with the head painfully placed on the headrest. For all he knows, the man’s gonna end up with a stiff neck once he wakes up.

It’s seven in the morning; he’ll wake up soon. Taehyun doesn’t have to bring him to his room or wake him up. All he could offer was a cup of coffee placed beside the discarded clothing on the table.

“Tyun?”

“Hm?”

“Where were you?” The words came out a bit slurred, throat dry and muscles weak. Taehyun felt bad after seeing Yeonjun wince as soon as he sat up.

“Out,” Taehyun answered vaguely. “It’s Friday. Why are you here?”

Yeonjun scoffed, albeit dryly from his slumber. “It’s my house too, you know?”

“I don’t mean it like that.”

“I know. I came home because I felt bad about last week. We… always cancel our dates,” Yeonjun’s voice was small. As if he was unsure of his words.

“It couldn’t be helped. You don’t have to feel bad.”

“No, I want to go out. With you, I mean. I don’t have anything scheduled today, so we can spend it together.”

“But I have work,” Taehyun wanted to say, but he ended up just nodding to Yeonjun’s smile as a silent agreement that he’ll go wherever Yeonjun goes.

This is enough, Taehyun thinks. It’s enough for Yeonjun to only come for him when it’s convenient.

They can start from there.

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Re: HYUN Ask! BEN Answer TeddyBear

Love is a mysterious thing. You see, HYUN, there is no step-by-step process to falling in love. It’s like tumbling down a flight of stairs, toppling and terrifying, but once you reach the last step, you strangely still find yourself in the place you wanted to be in. Then, you think you can never do that again.

My lover used to do the same thing as you; he’s like a restless storm. In several ways, he tried to romance me—heartfelt and genuine and I do miss dearly. I only realized how much I loved dancing in the rain when it stopped. Now, the sun doesn’t feel warm on my skin anymore.

Oh, I didn’t mean to stray, but I only mean one thing.

Trying to love someone tires the heart and soul, but most of the time, you are already in love even before you begin.

I hope this helps.

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SOMETIMES, HOPE IS A flower that Yeonjun brings home. 

He would tell Taehyun good night with a smile on his face before retreating to his room while someone giddily sets the flower on a vase for the empty kitchen counter they barely use. It’s a rose, thornless by somebody else’s hands. Taehyun admires it every morning and every night, until the next Friday that arrives with a new replacement for a wilted plant.

“How did you know that I like flowers?” Taehyun had to ask as it seems like Yeonjun found a new habit of setting his heart in motion through a single gesture.

“I didn’t. You’re just pretty with flowers,” Yeonjun doesn’t look him in the eye, but the tint on his cheeks was enough for Taehyun to smile.

Sometimes, hope is a warm feeling in Taehyun’s heart.

It’s terrifying to realize that he’s committing to a possibility to only fall deeper, but with every smile and every word that Yeonjun seemingly pulls from something in the air, there was nothing else that Taehyun could see himself do.

Yeonjun knew all the ways to Taehyun’s heart, and it’s so cruel. He could lift Taehyun high and have him fall without caution—Taehyun will never, never have anything to hold on to.

Hope is a fickle thing.

Taehyun realized it on the day he visited his parents.

“I don’t remember inviting you,” Yeonjun merely laughs at the ‘greeting’ he received from Taehyun’s sister. “This is a ‘Kang Only’ zone.”

“Noona, stop embarrassing me,” Taehyun helps her forfeit and leave his fiance alone the entire night. After everything he’s told his sister, he wasn’t sure if the hate-esque approach was just a joke anymore. It all came with good intentions—he’s sure, but Yeonjun was still a guest and a close friend before the whole predicament. Basic respect was the bare minimum. “I’m sorry about her. She’s just protective.”

“I understand, Taehyun. You don’t need to explain,” Yeonjun reassured with a hand pressed against his back. “Let’s go meet your mom.”

“Okay.”

It started well. He started hopeful—when Yeonjun helped him with his chair and offered him side dishes, they blended in with the ideal figure of a happy relationship. Taehyun didn’t think about his failed attempt to hold Yeonjun’s hand under the table when the man swiftly pulled away without sparing him a glance. He didn’t think about the dismissive silence when his mother asked them about marriage.

It’s an ugly feeling, but maybe it has always been there. If Taehyun could burn every pain in his heart, he’d be in the fiery pits of hell. There was no adequate word to explain it.

“I’m still not there, aren’t I?” Taehyun showed vulnerability in the car. The only thing he hates the most, being breakable, he shares with Yeonjun too. “Hyung, you will never love me.”

“Let’s not talk about this now.”

“When will we?”

“You had a few drinks.”

Taehyun shakes his head in exasperation. “I’m not drunk. I know what I’m saying.”

“We’re tired,” Yeonjun breathes roughly, plausibly frustrated. “I don’t want to say something that will hurt you.”

What would change? “You’re hurting me now.” Taehyun shouldn’t have hoped in the first place.

“Good night, hyung. I’m really tired.”

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Re: HYUN Thread! Endolphin Answer MolangLover

Hello, Mr. HYUN. I am, in fact, a gay man! You can use any pronouns on me, I really don’t mind. However, I do mind my late response. I just read your reply, and so I only have answers to your questions today.

My then boyfriend was always calm. He’s always logical and handles everything maturely. That’s why I expected him to take it well when I told him I wanted out, but I guess I didn’t know him well enough.

Trying not to give specific details: our breakup happened through dinner. It’s incredibly anticlimactic because we didn’t even cry—he didn’t even say no. Or at least, that’s what I thought, because the very next day he was at my door telling me that he’ll drive me to work.

It pretty much started from there. Just. He’s suddenly everywhere. It’s a mess.

However, one piece of unsolicited advice: some people are not for you, and realizing it later is better than not realizing it at all.

Mr. HYUN, I hope you grant your heart solace. Please be happy. You owe yourself that the most.

From: Soobin binsoochoi

Hello, Kang Taehyun. How are you? I forgot to ask for your number on my graduation and you’ve deactivated all your social media accounts, but I heard that your email is active as ever.

You are one of my most treasured friends despite all the years that passed, and I want to tell you this myself even if you probably already know from the mail I sent last week.

I am getting married! *Break dances*

All the details are in the invitation, so please come or else I’ll cry.

Also, despite the given circumstance, I’m sure Yeonjun wants to see you again.

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IT ALL BEGAN WITH SPACE, A PERIOD before a crash. The silence that drove Taehyun deaf until he surrendered to the lonely call of his bedroom for a night's rest. Nobody told him that solitude takes form when it gets overwhelming—that it will hold him by the neck until he blanks and wakes up feeling disoriented for a plight to occur all over again. 

His sister always called him crazy for sitting through the neglect. But if they were to toe the path that led them here, Taehyun still found his own hand tracing the very ring Yeonjun got him that night. It was the thread that he sewed to the plot, his contribution that now made him cynical.

If he said no, would he even see Yeonjun after that night again?

It only dawned on him then, when the door opened and he didn’t bother looking out to check who it was, because welcoming someone home would only apply if home whirled every particle in the area. But everything was foreign and cold.

Taehyun, despite his efforts to keep Yeonjun by his side, already lost him somewhere along the line. Yet, he’s still here. In this house like a madman devoured by lonesome.

His sister was right.

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“WHY DID YOU GIVE HIM my number?” Exasperation always, always found its way to Taehyun even after so long.

And yet, Soobin had the audacity to sigh from the other side of the line. “I’m sorry. He just looked so sad. I couldn’t say no.”

“Soobin hyung.. You can’t just give people my personal information just because you’re an empath.”

“I know, I know—I'll have them serve you your favorite wine at the reception next week. I promise,”

It’s a tempting offer, but Taehyun was some kind of a selfless soul. “It’s fine. Just don’t do it again.”

But take that with a grain of salt.

For the past few days, he’s made regrettable decisions that may or may not require shutting doors, walking out, and avoiding someone like the plague. He, for a lack of better word, would skedaddle across the world if he didn’t have a job to keep and a point to give.

Going back a few pages, the story went a little bit like this.

Firstly, Taehyun and Yeonjun had a mutual agreement that the arrangement wasn’t working. Or at least, that’s what Taehyun thought.

You see, the conversation was brief—maybe shorter than Taehyun would have guessed, but most of it was one-sided. Yeonjun, the entire time, barely even spoke. He merely looked at Taehyun with wide eyes and steady breathing; a complete contrast to his then fiance’s stuttering state.

He only said one thing. “You’re leaving?”

Really? After a long monologue about feeling out of place, floating in the air, and feeling desperate—Yeonjun doesn’t even prove him wrong.

“It’s not working,” Taehyun told him. “Why are we even doing this?”

The story continues with boxes and empty cupboards. Packing used to be Taehyun’s most dreaded activity, but packing from the penthouse felt like severing invisible strings. It tickles his skin and his heart, leaving his soul yearning for Yeonjun to stand by the door and ask him to stay.

But even if he did, even when Yeonjun stood by the door, it was to send him off.

“Did you ever love me? Even just a speck..” It was his last resort, but the answer never came out loud. It’s in the air. “Oh, I see.”

He leaves for the door, not before Yeonjun holds his hand for a split second that gives him hope.

He looks back to see Yeonjun’s warm eyes. “Take care, Taehyun.”

Hope is a fickle thing.

The story should have ended there. They never see each other again, they go separate ways, they meet again years later when they’re both happy with all the broken pieces fixed. It was the probable situation that Taehyun pictured.

But Yeonjun had different plans.

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HYUN Ask! PrettyBoy

It’s been a few weeks since I last posted anything in the forum, and I still very much find the whole ordeal of letting strangers answer your question a bit skeptical and dumb. However, this is all I got for now, so bear with me.

Hello. I’m Hyun. I broke up with my fiance last week, and last night he came knocking at my door asking if we could be friends. What the fuck is happening?

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IT WAS MIDNIGHT WHEN Yeonjun knocked at his door relentlessly. Like who he is. Even when Taehyun pretended to be asleep, even when ten minutes passed—it kept going.

He stumbled to walk across the apartment he got himself close to where his sister lived, wanting to be closer to his family. Sleep got the best of him when he opened the door to a surprised Yeonjun. “Do you want me to call the police on you?”

“I-I..” Yeonjun toyed with the end of his sleeve.

“Did you come from work?” Yeonjun nods to the question. “Okay. Why?”

“Huh?”

“Why are you here?”

Yeonjun points at the sky, awkwardly looking back and forth to seemingly prove a point. “It’s night time. I was too sleepy to drive all the way home.”

It was a bad idea to let Yeonjun drive him to his address last week.

“Sounds like bull—don’t you stay somewhere near your office?”

“It’s boring. I want to stay with you,” Yeonjun said dryly. “Let me sleep over, like the old days.”

Taehyun had to snort. He was not in his best shape. “Hyung, are you drunk?”

Taehyun knew that Yeonjun was anything but ordinary™, especially with his hair tousled and clothes wrecked like he’s gone through hell driving all the way here, but he would have at least expected Yeonjun to reply like a normal person. Instead, the man leaned forward with playful eyes and nose barely missing Taehyun’s skin.

He blows. “What do you think?”

“Mint,” Taehyun babbled. “You. Move away!”

Who makes other people smell their breath like that?

“Let me stay over.”

“No. Hyung, go home. You look fine!”

Yeonjun finally, after what it felt like eternity, gifted Taehyun distance. “I’m tired. You know how fast I fall asleep when I’m tired—I don’t even notice it.”

He has a point. “Clothes. You don’t have clothes. You can’t sleep in that.”

“Then, let me borrow your clothes.”

“What?!”

Needless to say, in Taehyun’s calm sea, Yeonjun will always be the raging winds that start the surging waves.

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BEFORE SUNRISE, TAEHYUN got a man in his guest room and the same man wearing his clothes like they’re made for him.

Taehyun falls asleep with frustrated sighs.

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HYUN Thread PrettyBoy

Pardon me, but this is not a laughing matter. I think my heart is about to combust and my brain is going into overdrive. Here, let me paint you a picture: sometimes people are dumb enough to act on their instict that they refuse to acknowledge their effect on others. What does that sound like? Insensitivity. Indifference. They lack empathy and I am close enough to beg for sympathy at this point.

He was already everywhere when he was not. What do I do now that he’s actually close enough for me to touch? Sometimes I believe that between the two of us, he’s the one who needs more saving.

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WALKING AWAY WAS THE EASIEST thing to do, but if the slope was treacherous, Taehyun found no other way to move forward than just stop. 

And with Yeonjun, nothing ever goes smoothly.

He wakes up to Yeonjun’s cooking. Something that teetered between familiar and foreign. His stomach refused to flip out of hunger, but rather of awe when he got a reminder of what Yeonjun looks like in the morning: messy hair, pale cheeks, and round eyes. He failed to take away the domesticated feeling in his system.

Stop. Pause. Breathe.

Sometimes, to get through a heartbreak is another, but Taehyun wasn’t ready for anything as close to what Yeonjun made him feel the first time.

Instead of a morning greeting, he settles with a blank stare. “Why are you still here?”

Yeonjun should have left—for work, for errands, or anything else that doesn’t require him imprinting his ghost on every corner of Taehyun’s home.

“I made breakfast. I wanted to take a shower, but I don’t have spare clothes,” Yeonjun replied normally. Nonchalantly. It’s almost frustrating to know that he could act indifferent when Taehyun stirs the turmoil in his chest.

He sighs in exasperation. “You didn’t have to. I’ll leave for work anyway.”

“Wait! Have breakfast,” Yeonjun pulls a chair out. “And let me borrow clothes again, please?”

“Hyung,” It’s a warning.

“Please?”

“Just go home,” Taehyun heads to the bathroom, but for Yeonjun to grab his shirt from behind. He groans.

“Taehyun, are you seriously kicking me out?”

He faced Yeonjun with his arms flying to his hips. “Are you seriously not leaving?”

“We’re friends!”

“Friends don’t always do sleepovers!”

“They do! I used to sleep over at Soobin’s a lot.”

Taehyun stepped back in disbelief. “You used to date each other.”

“And we didn’t?” Yeonjun shrugged. He does it with a simper. “We were engaged.”

“Fuck you.”

He gives up. In annoyance, he takes Yeonjun’s car keys and makes harsh stomps at the door. Without hesitating, he throws them out to earn a gasp on Yeonjun’s end. When he was certain that the other would take the keys back by stumbling across the room and outside, he smirks. 

Here, by the door, he wasn’t sure if this was the last time, but he took his chances. “Take care, Yeonjun.”

Close.

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Re: HYUN Thread Endolphin MolangLover

Well.. that’s quite an interesting predicament, Mr. HYUN. However, I completely empathize with you since I was in your shoes a while back. I guess our exes were always meant to be our significant bother.

Perhaps, to leave you with a sentiment, I will say this: communication actually works. Instead of dancing around the growing conflict with your ex-fiance, you should face it head-on. If you want him out of your life, tell him that as it is; but if you actually plan on indulging his friendship offer, then that’s something you still have to talk to him about. 

Although, I am one of those people that strongly believes that exes are exes. Never friends.

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Re: Endolphin BEN TeddyBear

Exes can be friends.

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Re: BEN Endolphin MolangLover

Who

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Re: Endolphin BEN TeddyBear

Your friend.

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Re: BEN Endolphin MolangLover

Who asked?

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TAEHYUN THOUGHT THAT WEDDINGS are odd.

Which is unexpected from someone who’s on the brink of getting married before.

If Yeonjun never offered, Taehyun thinks. I would have never thought of it at all. He finishes with a truth he never knew existed. 

When Soobin leaned in to kiss his partner, Taehyun wondered if they were ever afraid. After all, it’s not easy to admit that marriage was threatening, especially by someone who is already in love. Marriage binds you, colliding two worlds to become one. If that’s not terrifying enough, think of the puppies you’ll share, think of children, home, land, memories, happiness, and an entire language only the two of you understand.

Taehyun smiles. This is why I can’t get beautiful things. He will never understand what comes after fear.

“You’re crying.”

“Stating the obvious,” He wiped his tears away. Soobin was evil for putting Yeonjun and him together in one table. “I’m happy.”

Yeonjun nods, more attentive of Taehyun’s every move rather than Soobin’s first dance. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

He is not.

It was hell to sit through the entire celebration with Yeonjun by his side. “You’re lying,” Yeonjun said. “I know you better than you think I do.”

“Whether I am or not. I don’t think that’s your business,” Taehyun responded. The sweetness in Yeonjun’s voice is a contrast to the bitter feeling he left Taehyun before. This was a problem. Just when Taehyun finds the courage to leave, Yeonjun stays. “It’s not fair,” He added. It comes out of his mouth like a curse.

“Taehyun,” Yeonjun doesn’t continue. Whether he was lost for words or had a thousand things to say, Taehyun doesn’t know. It was one of those days when he found Yeonjun difficult to read. His eyes wide, anticipating, and his chest rising as if it’s holding onto composure.

Taehyun merely looks at him before paying Soobin all the attention he deserves. It’s not about him, it’s not about them. Nothing was ever about them after they failed—if there was even a chance to begin with. If the universe were to sew two people together, they were sown apart, and that’s how it should be.

But he loved him. He loves him. Taehyun always does. And that was the problem.

If Yeonjun looks at him again with hopeful eyes, he would just crumble from the very concrete he’s been building. Falling, falling… never ending. Love was cruel, but to love Yeonjun was the loveliest privilege he had earned.

He says this in the form of a plea, “Help me, hyung,” He had a drink or two, successfully sneaking out to the open parking space. But it was closing in. “Help me, will you?”

“Anything,” Yeonjun shouldn’t have.

“Looking at you only reminds me why you’re not mine, and it feels like shit,” He laughs, the humor absent despite it all. “You’re so selfish. You’re in my home, you’re in my clothes, you’re in my mind—hyung, what else do you want me to offer? How am I supposed to get over you?”

“Why do you think I’m doing this?”

Taehyun chokes a building cry. “Don’t make me ask for something you can’t give.”

Yeonjun had the audacity to chuckle. The same sound that memorized every corner in Taehyun’s love, triggering more and more until it became unbearable. It was fire in Taehyun’s heart to hear Yeonjun laugh; it was fire in Taehyun’s skin when Yeonjun touched him like a delicate figure. 

And he was. Fragile. Scared. Vulnerable.

“You already have all of me,” Yeonjun whispered, not needing to be louder. His lips on Taehyun’s ears, hands on his waist, nose nuzzling the disheveled locks on Taehyun’s cloudy head. He was close, bearably close. 

“You’re drunk.”

“I’m sober enough to know what I’m doing.”

Yeonjun sighs, “Push me away. I’ll stop.”

He leans in, that’s not the last time he did.

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[06:13] Choi Soobin (University): Taehyun, did you get home safely last night?

[06:20] Taehyun: Hyung, I fucked up. 

[06:23] Choi Soobin (University): Why, what happened?!

[06:23] Taehyun: Hyung..

[06:25] Taehyun: I slept with Yeonjun-hyung.

[06:25] Taehyun: He’s still sleeping and I’m freaking out in the bathroom.

[06:28] Taehyun: I need to go. I really need to leave. 

[06:28] Choi Soobin (University): ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!

[06:30] Taehyun: I’ll cry. I swear. Why am I so dumb?!

[06:30] Choi Soobin (University): ... Was he good?

[06:31] Taehyun: SHUT UP!

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THERE WAS A RULE THAT TAEHYUN swore he would never cross, but life took a turn, and now he found himself untangling Yeonjun’s arms around him to collect every article of clothing he could find that was his. Never sleep with an ex, he said. No cuddling, he added. Apparently, besides Korean and English, he was great at speaking bullshit.

He left before Yeonjun woke up. He pretends like it was easy to walk away, but the stares he got from people passing by was a tattletale. He doesn’t fully understand the extent of Yeonjun’s imprint on him, failing like the way he tries to find a part of him that Yeonjun didn’t touch.

And goodness, losing like this felt so good. 

But Taehyun knew that ecstasy doesn’t last long when foolish acts were easier when he was younger. Now, however, he has aged, a lot older than his escapades with exploration and discovery. To make it worse—it’s Yeonjun. The Yeonjun. The man he knew too much about, the man that his family treated like their own. He can’t just sweep this under the rug and pretend like he hasn’t seen all of him. 

It was unfortunate, but luck always had a conflict with him from the beginning. He just wishes that Yeonjun would act indifferent enough for him not to turn red every time they meet.

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[08:27] Yeonjun: Tyun? You weren’t here when I woke up :(

[08:30] Taehyun: Sorry, hyung. I have work in the morning. 

[08:30] Yeonjun: Should have woken me up :/

[08:30] Yeonjun: Did you have breakfast?

[08:35] Taehyun: Yes.

[08:35] Yeonjun: Good! Do you want to have lunch with me?

[08:36] Taehyun: No thank you. I already have plans. 

[08:36] Taehyun: Meeting a client over lunch. 

[08:37] Yeonjun: Dinner?

[08:40] Taehyun: Okay.

[08:40] Yeonjun: Great! See you later :D

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ABORT MISSION..

Something about Taehyun is that… he’s great at remembering. His memories often come to him vividly and it flows like a second chance to live the moment when he gets lost in his head.

So, maybe it wasn’t a very good idea for Yeonjun to invite him to his place for dinner. Why here? He hissed. Anywhere else would have been fine. He complained. Yeonjun was far too happy to just have him in his kitchen as he cooks to even notice Taehyun’s discomfort.

It’s quiet. Too quiet.

“I’ll… turn the TV on,” Taehyun stutters. He used to complain about the television set in the kitchen, but now he’s grateful as anyone to be offered something useful. It was so unlike him to intently watch the news with Yeonjun around, especially in a set-up like this.

“Wine?” Yeonjun got a bottle from a cupboard.

Taehyun shakes his head, “No. I’m good,” He declined. He doesn’t trust himself with the smallest alcohol in his system. Not with the lingering reminder of what just took place in this very home.

He takes a deep breath, feeling his lungs relieved. “Hyung, you don’t have to cook. We could just eat out. It’s easier and faster that way.”

“I want to. Cook for you, I mean.”

“Hyung,” He groans.

The frustration finally reached Yeonjun with tense shoulders. “Did… Am I doing something that upsets you again?”

Yes. “No,” Taehyun shook his head. “I’ll wait.”

The thick atmosphere somehow melted when Yeonjun finally beamed. “Okay. I have to tell you something later, okay? Wait for me in the living room.”

It was inviting, yet Taehyun settled with plopping his things on the kitchen island. He was too tired to even question every little thing that confused him. “I want to stay. Can I watch you?”

Yeonjun’s smile only grew.

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HYUN Thread PrettyBoy

He's a fantasy. I can't believe that I could see him in a light that nobody else can.

And I love, love him. My life has been a constant cycle of me falling in love with him, and he will never know how much I feel. 

What now? It never was a problem before when I learned how to be carefree, but I felt pain so great that I forgot how to love without being afraid. Yeonjun is a dream, I didn't think he would ever love me back beyond an alternate reality, but what's this now? Why is he sleeping in my bed? Why is he calling me beautiful? Why is he kissing me close?

It's sending me in a spiral, but I was sure of one thing. 

If he tells me he loves me, I'll never find the strength to leave again.

[Saved as Draft]

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“HYUNG.”

“Hm?”

“Let’s be friends.”

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THERE WERE SO MANY THINGS that Taehyun is great at; acing his majors, correcting the uneven strands of his hair, preparing coffee that just suits Yeonjun’s taste, and apparently—driving Yeonjun insane. To the limit.

What Taehyun wasn’t great at, unfortunately, was losing. After playing mouse with Yeonjun who played as a predator chasing its prey for so long, there was only one way to end the fiasco Yeonjun had placed them in. But he starts with nothing.

“Hyung, are you okay?” He tipped his head to get a response from the other but to no avail.

Taehyun had nothing on his sleeve, he merely had it laid before them when they ate dinner. Homemade. It’s a little jarring to use that term when he once searched for home in Yeonjun’s presence and now he’s here.

“Friends,” Yeonjun stuttered. He stuttered. His eyes wavered and came washing were emotions he wasn’t planning on feeling tonight. “Oh,” He said. “You want us to be friends.”

“Like you said.”

You. Yeonjun didn’t miss the emphasis on that word. It was as if Taehyun got him figured out and knew how to press his buttons to the maximum. “Like I said... Us, friends,” He was trying to comprehend. He was, after all, the one who pulled the whole joke from the beginning. Now it was backfiring over his well-made pasta.

And Taehyun. Oh, Taehyun. He had the guts to smile ever so innocently. A menace. His menace. “Yeah, actual friends. Like how we used to in high school.”

“I don’t sleep with my friends,” Yeonjun declared, a little too confident.

That’s when Taehyun ever slightly faltered before coming back. “Was that necessary?”

“We can’t be friends after that, Taehyun. I don’t just sleep with anybody,” Yeonjun huffed. “I never wanted us to just be friends in the first place. Back then, it was the only option I had to see you, so I took it as it is. I didn’t care how dumb it was before, but hearing it now, I thing I’m going to puke my guts out.”

“You may.”

“That’s all you’ve got to say after all of that?”

Taehyun gulps down what he just chewed. The meal was irrelevant at this point. “I already told you everything, hyung. When I left. You never said anything to make me stay.”

It was still a blur, but Taehyun could never fully forget the way Yeonjun wished him goodbye. He was there. He could have done something to stop Taehyun from leaving but he didn’t. And now that Taehyun’s gone, Yeonjun thought it was a good chance to pull him back all over again. 

Taehyun was, and is still, very much in love with him, but if Yeonjun won’t give him a reason to try again, then why should it even be in his mind? He’s been there, he’s done that. It’s not a pleasant feeling to love alone, and it’s not a feeling he would want to have again.

“Can I be honest?” It’s everything that Taehyun wanted.

“Please.”

“I think I love you from the very beginning.”

“Think?” Taehyun had to make sure.

And Yeonjun seemed hesitant. Or maybe he was nervous. His grip on his chopsticks was tight like he’s bracing for something to come. Taehyun, this time, didn’t have to read him to understand. It was the first time that Yeonjun finally found a voice to tell Taehyun something he wanted to know. “I know I love you.”

“You-”

“Let me,” Yeonjun cuts him off instantly, breath hitching. “Do you remember when we were in high school and we would watch crappy rom-coms in your dorm?”

Taehyun nods. “You would bring fried chicken.”

“I would bring fried chicken. I would. And you would let me eat on your floor even though you’re such a clean-freak.”

“I am not.”

“You are,” Yeonjun ends the argument with this. “Times like that never felt different. It didn’t excite me, it didn’t bore me either. I didn’t care if you fell asleep somewhere during the movie or if I fell asleep while we’re still talking, being there just felt so calm and normal and-” He paused. “Coming to you always felt peaceful, and I thought it was like that with everybody.”

“Was it?” Taehyun had to ask, wanting to know if Yeonjun had something to say. 

Yeonjun shakes his head with a growing smile. “No. It was just you,” he said. “The moment I realized that nobody else was going to make me feel the way you do, was the moment I tried to convince myself that nobody would make me feel that way at all. Not even you. Especially you.”

“I don’t understand. If you weren’t planning on anything then why get me into this. We were fine, hyung.”

“We were not fine, Taehyun. You could barely look me in the eyes! And the- the coffee hangouts? You don’t even like coffee, Taehyun. Do you think I don’t know what you were doing?” Yeonjun was teetering towards a cry. “You were making me feel different. And I didn’t like it. I hated it. You treat me the same way as the people you had to tolerate, and it made me sick in the gut.”

“I didn’t know.”

“You didn’t,” Yeonjun calmed down. There was no use to getting mad. “You didn’t, but it made me feel that way.”

Taehyun knew he wasn’t innocent. He solely blamed it on the time, the growth, and the distance, but he had his fair share of blame when he grew ashamed of the feelings he harbored through the years. Yeonjun was his friend before anything, but he forgot about that for the longest time. 

But still. “So, you thought it would be fun to play with my feelings and lead me to this?” He retorted. It wasn’t something he thought well of before spitting it out for Yeonjun to hear. 

“What, no!” Yeonjun stood from his place. The movement alone made Taehyun lean back in surprise. Like this, Yeonjun loomed huge. He was already taller, but with the suppressed tension his presence seemed heavier. “I proposed because I wanted to be with you, but I..”

Taehyun still crossed his arms. “You proposed because you wanted to be with me?” It didn’t sound believable.

“I was impatient,” Yeonjun huffed. “I felt like I’m taking a very long time, and I didn’t want to wait. It terrified me to know that I could mess this up and I’ll lose you forever, so I wanted to be sure while letting you know that I wanted to love you the way you do.”

“And I’m sorry for telling you this now, when the damage is done. I love you, Taehyun. Even then, I do. I just didn’t know for the longest time, but now it’s all I think about when I’m with you.”

“You’re stupid,” Taehyun whispered. He never looked away, but somehow he was still in a daze. “You’re so stupid.”

“I’ll be anything you want me to be,” Yeonjun comes closer and Taehyun can’t breathe. It’s only when the distance ceased to exist when he remembered how to gasp for air before diving into a kiss he met halfway. 

And he was reminded of everything Yeonjun was with a single touch. The trembling of his lips as it moves with ease, the gentleness of his hands around warm cheeks, and the heating gaze of his tongue on the seams of soft lips. Yeonjun was everything combined, kissing Taehyun with certainty laced with fear, and a muttering of all he wanted to convey. 

“I love you.”

Taehyun smiled with a heart that ached in glee and learned how to wrap his arms around Yeonjun’s neck to tug him close. “I heard you the first time,” He’s lifted up to the kitchen island, and merely had time to fix himself before getting drowned in the same love Yeonjun surrounded him with.

Just say the words and I’ll come to you.

☾

HYUN Thread! PrettyBoy

Hello. I have no time, but basically my boyfriend found this forum and read one of my posts about him and now I have to delete everything before he reads more. 

Bye.

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CYJ Answer NickWilde

Too late, babe.

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HYUN Thread! PrettyBoy

Fuck.

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Endolphin Answer MolangLover

At least it’s your boyfriend who found your posts. 

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BEN Answer TeddyBear

I can be the boyfriend who found your posts.

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Endolphin Answer MolangLover

For the last time, if I were to get back with an ex-boyfriend, you would be at the last of the list.

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BEN Answer TeddyBear

I’m on the list?!

GOING TO THE BEACH wasn’t the plan. It was so early in the morning when Yeonjun came knocking on Taehyun’s dorm room, his lips trembling and eyes red with remnants of tears, and he didn’t need words to know that holding Yeonjun was a start to where they’ll be later.

And now, Yeonjun was standing on sea stones, pressing the sole of his shoes. The calm sand was trampled on from early footsteps and playful fingers that drew words. If Taehyun didn’t know any better, he’d think it was a secret language that they only shared, now gone from the sea waves that climbed their way up with a mission to efface every single one. 

“The sun is rising,” Taehyun said behind the phone, holding it up for the camera to hit Yeonjun’s eyes. “Do you want me to take pictures of you?”

Yeonjun smiled. “Yeah.”

Will you remember this? Taehyun mused with short breaths in every take. He was still too young to know why Yeonjun looked so pretty even after he cried. Eyes twinkling and hair falling all over the place, dancing in the wind with the flush of his cheek. On moments when questions don’t belong are moments when reasons don't matter, yet Taehyun already knew the alibi to his weak knees when Yeonjun smiled with the redness of his nose at nineteen.

“Do you want to ask about what happened?” Yeonjun asked in the air. Unconsciously bringing Taehyun’s head back from the clouds when their eyes meet one-sided. The camera falls low enough for Taehyun’s face to show, but he lets out no answer. “I broke up with Soobin.”

“Oh,” was what Taehyun could only find himself to say. Words didn’t seem fair when they started scrambling away from his mind. “That sucks,” He mustered up to babble like an eloquent scholar he was.

But it was enough for Yeonjun to crack into a fit of laughter. “You’re not great at this, aren’t you?” 

Taehyun shrugged, hands having a mind of its own when the camera came back up. It rendered silly candid shots of Yeonjun making fun of his pathetic talent to comfort people, yet he’s never seen anything as pure as it. “Did the sea not give it away?”

“No, I don’t need the sea to feel better,” The shaking of Yeonjun’s head wasn’t enough to paint him every picture of what he meant. Taehyun forgot that despite not having anything to offer, Yeonjun still came to him. “But the sea seems to always go with you, Taehyun.”

[📃: This was something I wrote in a month or two and was posted on my main account first before coming here. Needless to say that this is not the best of what I can do, but this was what impatience brings! Also, the last part is from the mistranslation to Yeonjun’s caption on a TAEJUN post. I thought it was so cute.]

[txt-fic-recs]

Taejun (🐿+🦊)

⸻ ૢ་༘࿐a list of ao3 links for taejun recs!

❥ • it's okay to take time (hogwarts au, homophobia, angst, taehyun is a soft baby with lots of emotions, yeonjun loves taehyun) ⤿"—hyung. don't you hate it? hate me?"

❥ • baby, i don't care (past taejun, strangers to lovers, fluff, soogyu side-ship, tyunning endgame, 2 truths 1 lie, meet at party au) ⤿Kang Taehyun doesn't do parties. He doesn't get invited to them, doesn't accept invitations to them, just generally doesn't like them at all. But the boy he meets at Yeonjun hyung's 20th birthday party...? Now that's a different story altogether.

❥ • PUT OUT THE FIRE (depictions of violence, major character death, heavy angst, childhood trauma) ⤿ Taehyun relives the moment he lost four peers in a school library fire.

❥ • Order Up! (slice of life, magic realism, mystery, romantic comedy, fluff, hybrids, college au) ⤿Taehyun just wanted to earn some good tips and enjoy his Spring Break. Not get asked out by a nine-tailed fox.

❥ • Actor (fake dating au, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, bad boy Choi Yeonjun, heartbreak, pining, coming out, slowburn) ⤿ "Thank you very much, beloved boyfriend." "So we're official?" "I guess." Taehyun sighed, clearly worried about the consequences of this decision, but by now he had accepted his fate. OR Taehyun, a shy and soft boy and amazing actor, agrees to play bad boy Yeonjuns boyfriend for a month to piss off Yeonjuns ex. But unfortunately, someone catches feelings and their fake breakup hurts more than it should.

❥ • this night where the stars are asleep (college au, fluff, angst, taejun side-ship, friends to lovers) ⤿ Beomgyu thinks that the stars must be fed up with him at this point, especially when he's been pining after his best friend for years.

Maybe he shouldn't have let the universe take this matter into its own hands.

❥ • new (canon divergence, angst, fluff, friendship, hurt/comfort, coming out, happy ending, mentioned beomkai) ⤿ yeonjun still reflects on the scandal that rocked bighit three years ago with a tremendous amount of regret, but time brings growth, and change is written in the stars. so maybe-- just maybe-- everything will be alright.

❥ • You're My Everything (canon compliant, fluff, angst, crack, sleepy cuddles, sweetheart choi yeonjun, kang taehyun is bad at feelings) ⤿ “You want me to stay?” Yeonjun asked, not being able to wipe the smirk that he felt forming on his face, because it was rare to see Taehyun this desperate for company. He saw a flash of annoyance in the younger’s eyes, but then Taehyun gave a small nod. “Yes please.” Taehyun said softly. ___________ Yeonjun never would have though that in the middle of the night, he'd have Taehyun in desperate need of his company and wanting a fair few cuddles. Luckily for Taehyun, Yeonjun would happily do anything to make his dongseang feel loved.

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📞)) 1-800-NOTMINEHOTLINE . . . [DIAL IN SIX.]

there they are... the two pretty best friends

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heeseung × fem!reader × jay

when a crush on your literature seatmate meets halfway with an infatuation for the dance team captain, that wrong number you’ve texted seems to be your only loveline left.

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[sweetestlamb]

Sunshine of my Life

Summary: In the end his home does become their home.

Author's note: I'm not going to even pretend that I understand how the dorm/ house things works I just made a bunch of stuff up and called it a day. Anyway you can blame @orphiccs who easily converted into a park twin couple ergo resulting in yet another fic that edges on spicy on mostly settles on fluff.

She chooses to take his adamantly repeated words lightly because there's no telling what would happen to her heart- the weak neglected organ- if she placed anymore importance on his bold claims.

But regardless of her reluctance, his home does indeed become their home.

Away from the dorms.

It's where they collapse after hours of swatting shuttlecocks back and forth between them.

Her father's eyes are piercing and too knowing as she stutters out an explanation of why she wasn't at her dorms when he visited.

"We were just watching tv."

She doesn't blush because there's no reason to, she's a grown woman at twenty five years and not the insecure teen that struggled to make eye contact after disappointing her father.

"Badminton comes first. If he distracts you this ends." He threatens sounding all too serious.

She's never purposely disobeyed her father, struggled too hard to gain his approval and love to ever consider doing such a thing. But if he told her to let go of Taejun forever, she knows that would be the first time.

But he no longer delivers fresh fruits to the dorm, instead turning Taejun's kitchen into a produce aisle- commonly texting her to remind them to eat whatever fruit he had brought them.

Taejun looks slightly nauseous at the sight of strawberries to her surprise.

"You don't like strawberries?" She asks him with a head tilt, pushing the red berry at him but he moves away with a scrunched nose and hasty hand wave.

"I'm just sick of them." He groans placing his empty cup in the sink. One of the matching green cups he bought for them, her own on the countertop. With a shrug she pops another succulent berry in her mouth, nibbling at the flesh and throwing the stem on a plate. Another purchase from their most recent shopping trip, she had suggested matching green plates but he'd shook his head picking up pale yellow ones instead.

When she'd raised a brow in question he answered, "They look like the sun. It'll remind me of you."

To which she had hidden her cheeks while rushing away. He was such a shameless flirt, it was embarrassing.

"You're making me want them now."

His voice has that tone, a tone she never knew before but with her first boyfriend she has learned that there are tones. And they can mean so much.

She makes the mistake of looking at him while taking another bite, juices running down her lip and her tongue is too tied to catch the fluids before they drip on her white hoodie.

"Shit."

Response to both that hungry look in his eyes and the stain on her favorite hoodie.

She rubs at the stain but that only smears it more, making things worst.

"Stop that. Take it off, we need to clean it with water and soap."

She gasps at his order, staring at him blankly his words disarming her senses. Normally she wears a shirt under her hoodie incase she gets hot, not today though. She was in a rush (and eager to see him.)

"I- no... I don't have...." The words fumble clumsily on her tongue and he stares sharply trying to interpret her words- the jumbled incomplete mess they are. Realization blooms on his face, his gaze sharpening a quick barely noticeable glance at her chest before his gaze settles on her eyes.

"Okay." His voice is strangled, too deep and telling.

Another charged moment of them staring at each other, her in trepidation and him with something palpable that makes her skin tingle.

He walks away without a word into a room she hasn't ventured to, too nervous to after seeing a bed in there. She twiddles her fingers awkwardly on the table before standing to throw away the discarded strawberry stems and run water on the stained plate.

"Here."

She surpresses the urge to jump, for someone so big he can be so quiet at times. Feet light as clouds even off the badminton court.

Something soft falls on her head and she reaches up to grab it. It smells like his detergent as if it was taken straight from the laundry. Knowing him there is a clean bag of clothes hidden somewhere in that room.

"Put it on. I'll wash that." He gestures at her soiled hoodie.

She looks down considering her options.

"Come on before it sets."

With a sigh she grabs the edge and starts to tug it up obediently without thought suddenly freezing as a sliver of her stomach is just exposed, cool air running up the naked skin.

With a burning blush and a mental reprimand- what kind of idiot undresses publicly just because they're told?- she pulls the material back into its rightful place.

"Don't stop on my account. I don't mind."

She glares face still burning.

He smirks in return looking her up and down salaciously.

With a huff she stomps to the bathroom brushing his hand away as he tries to grab her wrist, ignoring his whine of: "Just do it here. I won't look."

He's lying. Everything about his body screams the truth, there's no chance he won't look and she's terrified that she won't mind.

Embracing her moment of solitude, she yanks off her hoodie and switches into the one he lent her, not even a little surprised at how large it fits on her body. Taejun is big- in personality and height.

She instinctively checks herself out in the mirror and winces at her appearance; cheeks comically red accompanied with a flush the runs from her forehead to her chest.

"Pull yourself together, you're not a child. There's nothing to be so embarrassed about, nothing even happened."

And nothing will happen because they are only here to watch tv. A badminton tournament that neither of them is competing in.

Then she turns on the faucet and rubs at her sweater with soap, relieved when the stain starts to lift. At least one thing was going according to plan.

"Hey! Are you going to live in there? If so, let me in I wanna live with you!"

"Gross! Shut up!" She yells back, splashing water on her face and taking a solidifying breath. Hanging the hoodie to dry over the shower pole.

Nothing is going to happen.

She expects him to be sitting in front of the television waiting for her so she collides into his firm chest as she hastily exits the bathroom. Her forehead rests on what feels like a solid wall, the warmth of his body sweltering even through his layers of clothes.

She reacts first, jumping backwards ready to chastise him for being a creep.

"This was a bad idea." He laments looking pained.

Too many things pop in her head at his statement: befriending her, believing in her, defending her, dating her, loving her.

"I'll never be able to focus with you. Wearing that." He gestures at her body.

That silences the whispers in her head, if only for a moment.

She looks down at herself, his hoodie reaching her mid knee and the sleeves way too long for her arms- sure she resembles a kid playing dress up. And this makes his proclamation all the more confusing.

"Why? I'm done eating now, I won't get any food on it."

He looks at her with a glint in his eyes sparking with barely concealed humour.

"You're so innocent. It makes me want to corrupt you my sweet Taeyang."

She ignores the heat swarming her body pushing past him to the living room, having no rebuttal for his challenge.

"I should take a picture to remember this."

And then he does exactly that, snapping pictures of her even though she screams and covers her face feet flailing out to kick the phone from his hands. He grabs her in retaliation, tickling her until her stomach hurts and she starts to plead.

"Please, no more! I give up, have mercy!"

He lets her go but only after dropping an impromptu kiss on her cheek, chuckling at her shocked face.

"Close your mouth before I take that as an invitation."

She squeaks, snapping her mouth shut going as far as to cover it with her hands.

"Should I be offended? Is kissing me that terrible?"

As if. Kissing him is the best feeling in the world right alongside scoring on the court and making her father proud. It makes her feel alive and wanted in a way that nothing else ever has before because nobody has ever wanted her before him.

But instead of sharing those thoughts she says, "Just watch the match."

And for once he doesn't argue, sitting down too close to her and wrapping a long arm around her shoulder dragging her closer until they are flush against each other. She melts into his light hold, letting him take the full weight of her body; which he does easily as if she weighs nothing.

Eventually the match becomes distracting enough for them to focus on it and not each other, and they are cheering and shouting suggestions at the television.

This goes on until the sun bends low and the sky transforms into milky twilight, curfew must be near and that can only mean one thing it's almost time for her to go.

She hates this part more each time.

Heart aching every time they're forced to part, outwardly he's the clingy one but in her mind she knows that she's no better missing him before he's even gone.

"I should leave soon."

This is where he usually tries to stop her, through childish methods- hiding her shoes, clinging to her like a koala or even crying desperately; crocodile tears on his cheeks.

So she's anxious when no such attempt comes looking over at him finally, only to find his eyes slipped shut and his face smooth of emotion.

He's asleep, she should have known from the silence. He always fills the empty spaces.

He's cute. Objectively she knows that he's always cute, unfortunately he knows it too and uses it to his advantage but now with him unconscious she can admire the chiseled line of his jaw and the fullness of his lips.

"Am I truly allowed to be this happy?" She brushes the fringe hanging over his forehead, dragging her fingers down his smooth cheek.

She pauses at his lips, they look so harmless now but she knows the devastation they can inflict washing away all her logic and self control.

She loathes the idea of waking him up from his much needed nap but she can't resist tracing the rim of his lips with a single digit, playing with the dip of his cupid bow. Her exploration is done with nothing but curiosity but as his lips twitch and pucker slightly all pretenses fade away, she's not as innocent as he claims.

Just not as bold as him.

He's leaning against the wall, body on full display chest steadily rising and falling.

"Taejun, can you hear me?"

He gives no answer, not even stirring at her call and it builds her confidence making her move closer only inches separating their faces now.

She wants to kiss him so badly it's a physical pain in her chest.

She strokes his cheeks instead, smothering the urges swirling inside of her. He was asleep. She had no right kissing him without his knowledge, no matter how tempting he was.

"Are you going to stare at me all night? Just do it."

Her body is jolting before she can register that he's awake and speaking to her. Then she slaps him in the chest hard, refusing to wince when it hurts her possibly more than it does him. Stupid athlete body.

"Why do you always pretend you're sleeping?" She rolls her eyes, moving to stand up.

"Why didn't you kiss me?"

He's always so damn honest, words coming to mind and leaving his mouth before processing.

"You were sleeping. It didn't seem right."

She offers back honestly but he scoffs at her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"So? You can still kiss me. You can always kiss me, there's no version of me the doesn't want you."

Her eyes prickle from the nonchalant confession, he smiles fondly like he knows the effect he had on her and that she's fighting to hold back tears.

"Don't cry. Just kiss me, I want to remember it tonight in my dreams."

She closes the distance between them crawling on her knees, his eyes widen in surprise at the view before she presses her lips into his pushing away the time for rational thought.

They kiss with only lips and then he pushes a wet tongue into her mouth and she accepts it as she's done with everything else he's offered her- hungrily but with some initial hesitation. There has never been another tongue in her mouth before him. So many of her firsts belong to him. Then there's a warm hand on her back pulling her closer, closer and then lifting and settling her on a firm lap.

She pants, taking breaths through her nose like he taught her as he expertly devours her musing her hair with long fingers. She return the favor, scratching at the soft nape of his neck chest constricting at the deep rumbling groan he lets out. And then he shifts his hips and she bolts off her resting place, stumbling back onto her butt.

She's can't help but look down, his pants tenting obviously through the material of his gray sweatpants.

"I-um. I..I'll go. I should go."

But she makes no move to follow through, still watching him as he inhales air as if he's depraved and flexes his hands until the veins are prominent in his arms.

"You don't need to run because I'm like.....this. It's natural. I want you. Want to do everything with you."

She sits straighter at the promise, squirming in her spot. His voice has always done something to her but it's stronger than ever now. The tone is back.

"But I'll only do what you want me to. You're safe with me."

She nods. Too charged to use words to reply, both of their gazes locked on the other as the air sparks between them.

A second for consideration is all she gives.

Then she leans forward again, caution thrown to the wind the hot puffs of air from his lips landing on her own as he meets her halfway.

Then something vibrates in her pocket and she already knows what it is.

Curfew is in ten minutes. She has to go, right now and tells him as much.

"Just move in with me."

She smiles at him, squishing his cheeks then smacking a loud kiss against his lips.

"You couldn't handle it. I heard you can die from blue balls."

He sputters at her but she's faster than him, grabbing her jacket and racing to the doorway to put on her shoes.

"I'll make sure to dream of you tonight. Make sure you do the same."

His curse works and he's hovering above her later that night, dirty grin on his stupidly handsome face as he pushes a hand into her underwear and whispers how much he likes seeing her in his clothes as she moans and bucks beneath him.

She can barely make eye contact the next day, ignoring the lascivious smile he sends her way.

[bbhyeoliskooks]

Hi, could you make a scenario when one day txt wake up with cat/dog ears and tails on them? I was thinking of this bc I saw how taejun are called 냥냥즈 (kittenz XD) and the rest are 댕댕즈 (puppiez XD). Thank you so much and also, I love your carrd XD

﹡⊹﹡ 𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐏𝐞𝐭? ﹡⊹﹡

Cat boys and dog boys were certainly the end of you... 

﹤⳾⳾⳾ U・ﻌ・U ..﹡⊹﹡.. ໒・ﻌ・७  ⳾⳾⳾﹥

Genre: 9 3/4 cups of fluff !!

Warnings: Unedited~~

Song: Cat and Dog

(Omg, I'm so sorry that this took so long! As you can expect, this girl who wrote it had a project right here and needed to do it before the due date since she procrastinated??? Yes that, but i'm so sorry that it’s a bit short too :cc However, I hope you enjoy! I wrote this in an hour, so I hope it’s good enough !)

﹤⳾⳾⳾  /ᐠܻܻ   ့⑅ܻᐟ\  ..﹡⊹﹡..（๑´ﻌ｀๑）⳾⳾⳾﹥

"Y/N, Y/N! Wake up, please wake up!"

At eight am in the morning, the side of your cheek was being tickled with something soft...? Something... something... wait, is that supposed to be fur? Yeonjun's velvety voice echoed through the room worriedly as if there was an important event you were missing, and you could say you were tempted to open your eyes until you remembered one, particular thing.

Groaning quietly, you turned to the side while shaking your head in annoyance. If this was another one of his pranks, you swore you were going to punch him in the gut for disrupting your beauty sleep. You shouldn't expect so much from him when you knew he should've been sleeping during this time anyway. Normally you'd gone up to help him, but after everything that happened this week it was safe to say you wanted nothing to do with him- yet. This was one of the only days you could catch up on sleep after stressing about the things you had to do, and you weren't going to lose it to some tiny prank he'll laugh about all day.

For a few moments, you thought he was finally going to leave you alone, the silence being refreshing for you to fall back into the soft arms of comfortable sleep. Well, that was until the boy screamed into your hear again.

"Y/NNN," he whined, tugging your blanket enough to make it scramble off the bed, landing on the floor with a quiet yet noticeable, ploof.

Okay, this was enough.

Throwing the pillow you were holding so dearly in your arm with a harsh grimace quickly permeating throughout your face, you were going to slap him away when you noticed that in your blurry vision... there were grey, furry cat ears on Yeonjun?

It wasn't your usual cat ears on the headband that kids bought whenever they wanted to pretend to be a feline, but those grey cat ears were seemingly attached to his head, almost as if it was sewn into the crown of his head. Stunned, you gasped at the sight, your right hand flying up to cover your dropped mouth.

His eyes were blown wide in pure innocence too, causing you to subconsciously gush at the sight. They both watched your movements intently, sparkling with what you could see mischievousness as well. From before, you knew that they were like this but... they weren't as gigantic and cute from before?!

You weren't able to stop yourself now, rubbing on his ears as he sighed in euphoria. As you expected, the ears were soft and you petted them all the more, feeling satisfied when you felt him seemingly purr due to what you assumed, your touch. He melted into your embrace, nuzzling his cheek against your neck while you giggled with delight.

"Yeonjun, what did you do? Question is, how did you do this all without me knowing?" It was at the very least to say that Yeonjun was simply adorable as his fur tickled the top of your chin, choosing to snuggle up against your chest in blissfulness.

From the corner of your eye, you could see his grey tail lazily spin around in circles while you ran your fingers through his freshly dyed, hair. You weren't sure how he became like this, but you had to admit that you weren't complaining! It was a secret to everyone that you adored cat boys and now that Yeonjun was like this, you could feel your heart swell with joy.

"I didn't do anything," he murmured, closing his eyes when you scratched the back of his ears, "I just woke up like this, next to you." A content smile spread throughout his face and you could feel your own human ears burn from how nonchalant he was about that last sentence. You couldn't recall how you didn't feel him squeeze up next to you last night while you slept soundly, but obviously there were no complaints either.

"Hey, it's alright! We'll figure this out later when all the other boys wake up. Maybe at least one of them would know these things?"

Speaking of the devil, you heard the door slam open with two of the boys running around in circles just to see you. They ceased their steps at the doorway, paralyzed when they both saw Yeonjun in your arms, stopping as if they walked into something they shouldn't have.

The amount of gasps you elicited once you saw them, gently pushing Yeonjun away from you, your steps carrying you towards Beomgyu whose sighed mixed with a low groan. His ears were ones of a golden puppy dog, twitching when you neared closer, pressing up a hand against the top of his head. Oh my goodness, talk about cuteness 1000%?!

Taehyun, on the other hand, was adorned with brown cat ears, revolving around in circles when you stared at him with wide, surprised eyes. He didn't allow you to touch his ears until you shot him a grin- a sign you weren't going to do anything bad to him. Eventually he softened up, turning his head to the side so that you wouldn't see his cherry cheeks while you petted him.

Yeonjun then stomped to the three of you, clinging onto your back with possessiveness. There wasn't anything much that happened other than him waking up with cat ears and a tail to along with that as well, but when you easily got up just to wonder thoughtlessly about their condition, he felt himself burning up from the inside with jealousy. Maybe it was his instincts that came along- like he noticed the first time you petted Beomgyu- but there was no denying he was turning green.

You laughed at the predicament, shaking your head without a care in the world. What really happened last night that you didn't know of? They couldn't have been that bored that they figured out how to appear as hybrids when they woke up.

"You guys... don't tell me that the rest of you are like this too? Because Yeonjun woke up with cat ears, although it can't get that much worse..."

You spoke too soon.

Another pair of puppy dog ears bust through the doorway, budging between the clingy bodies of Taehyun and Beomgyu while panting loudly. Your face turned white at the sight, all the warmness in your forehead disappearing without a trace. Why were you shocked at this point? If the three of them woke up with new body parts, then there would be no surprise if the rest of them did as well.

Your smile could only grow even wider, taking in the endearing pile of boys who zoomed close enough to feel their breath against your nose. Both Kai and Soobin were both playful puppies along with Beomgyu too?! Yes, and with the ears and tails too that stirred in several shapes! You held back a high-pitched scream that could possibly damage their sensitive drums. 

“Soobin...? Kai...? The same thing happened with you too?” 

They just had to be the cutest babies you’d ever seen before, despite them fiddling with their fingers in a nervous fit in fear that you weren’t going to like it.

“No, no, no! I’m the one who should protect Y/N since I was the first one she saw,” Yeonjun whined, pulling you against his chest. You fell against his warm embrace, feeling the corners of your lips turn into a tiny grin that clearly didn’t go unnoticed by the others. 

“Yeonjun, that’s not fair! You didn’t even let us get a chance with her yet!” Soobin pulled you away from Yeonjun and you giggled at the two of them fighting as Taehyun spoke up again.”

“Um first of all, we shouldn’t expect a lot from her? She wouldn’t want to be near any of your musty as-”

“Shut up Taehyun!” They all yelled, and you groaned at how complicated the problem became now.

You ran your hands over your face, the fatigue in your body definitely catching up after staying up to turn in an important document. All of this yelling back and forth about who was going to spend time with you got to your tiredness, and you made a suggestion of which you hoped with all your heart that they would accept. 

“Guys, I know I’m the only one who needs sleep here after staying up into the wee hours of the night, but can we please figure this out when I’m more awake? I need to get some sleep for the time being so that I can understand these things.”

You weren’t surprised when they all cuddled up against you while you tried to doze off for the nth time. 

﹤⳾⳾⳾ U・ﻌ・U ..﹡⊹﹡.. ໒・ﻌ・७  ⳾⳾⳾﹥

“Oh my gosh! They’re adorable, aren’t they?!”

“Who could’ve believed this would happen?

“Awwe, Y/N with fluffy ears? This must be a disease!”

“Beomgyu, hurry up and take some pictures!”

Kai’s voice was the last thing you heard in your sleep then you stirred, taking a look at all the boys who crowded around you. 

What was happening now? It must’ve been two hours since you dozed off, your eyes landing on the clock that read 10:47am. Tiredly, you stretched and the whispers of the boys grew louder with every second that passed. Your arms made contact with something soft and you assumed that was one of the boys ears until you felt something so foreign twitch on the top of your head. It was almost like... almost like- wait a minute!

Now the same exact thing was happening to you. 

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Posted: 2/27/21- 5:00pm

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