#to everyone person who I came across that won’t write for Jongho

[justaaveragereader]

So guess who is writing a smutty smut smut Choi Jongho fic😀? Me. Bc the world is lacking in Jongho fics, Jongho smut, Jongho content in general! SO THAT MEANS I NOW HAVE TO TAKE MATTERS INTO MY OWN HANDS!

[writingbeary]

Ice cream Incident

Note: Set around Year 2019

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The members were on VLIVE to hang out with fans before the fan meeting in the afternoon. They all had an icecream of their choice in hand as they share stories with Atiny to pass time. Minyoung, seated beside Jongho and Wooyoung, was so focused on what Hongjoong was saying that she didn't notice Wooyoung take a bit of her ice cream until it was too late. She gasped, looking at her hand with the cone to find it almost gone.

San who noticed what happened across the table laughed while Wooyoung munches on his loot. Minyoung kept quiet and started eating her icecream, suddenly feeling down.

Hongjoong noticed a flood of comments asking about Minyoung as fans saw what happened and the visible change of her mood was apparent even when she is far from the camera.

Hongjoong sighed turning to Wooyoung “Wooyoung-ah, what did you do now?”

“What?” Wooyoung looked around confused

San snickered bearing witness to all that happened. “He took a big bite out of Minyoung's icecream."

Jongho looked at Minyoung noticing her eyes getting teary “Oh no no. No crying. Young-ah... Should we buy another one?” he asked using his sleeve to tap on her lower eyes, as if to wipe the tears threatening to fall.

“Minyoung-ah, here you can have my icecream” Seonghwa offered the cone to the girl hoping it’ll cheer her up while shook her head finishing hers.

Wooyoung finally realizing that Minyoung wasn’t in the mood to play along with him and the severity of the situation he caused panicked, immediately going over to the girl rubbing his hands together begging for forgiveness. “I was kidding. Oh no. Please dont cry. I was just kidding around! Minyoung-ah. Don’t cry please. Oppa would buy you a new one. What do you want? I’ll run to the store and get it for you.”

Yeosang shook his head at his long-time friend as he thought his jokes finally went overboard. “Get her the same one and apologize to her.”

Fans were amused but also concerned why a seemingly harmless joke and a simple situation made Minyoung upset. Some were saying she was overreacting for a joke while others defend her by saying she is still young and something that seems simple to one person might impact another differently.

“It’s okay Wooyoung-oppa. No need to buy a new one.” Minyoung shook her head, blinking the tears in her eyes. Jongho looked at Wooyoung frowning a bit as if scolding the older guy for making Minyoung upset.

“Sorry. Here you can hit me and then I’ll get you new snacks.” Wooyoung turned Minyoung’s chair towards him as he crouched down offering his arm for the girl to hit. “Or...if you want you can have Jongho flick me on the forehead.” he winced a bit at the thought but gaining your forgiveness is his top priority right now. 

The live long forgotten by the members as they watched the scene before them, half amused that Wooyoung would even offer to get hit by Jongho and half curious how Minyoung would react. Minyoung shook her head and hugged Wooyoung instead and patted his arm motioning for him to go back to hi seat. Confused and concerned that the girl is still mad at him, he returned to his seat but kept on glancing at her.

Yunho who was seating beside him said loud enough for Wooyoung to hear him but soft enough to not be caught on the camera “You bad person. If you will be feeling this guilty then why did you do it?” Wooyoung whipped his head to Yunho’s direction to find him grinning teasingly.

“I didn’t know she wasn’t in the mood to joke around. If I knew, I wouldn’t have done it either.” Wooyoung argued back under his breathe

The rest of their live went by fast as everyone changed topics and directed the focus on the fan meeting that is happening later. Minyoung was still oddly quiet, her head leaning against Jongho’s arm while Wooyoung felt bad that he made her upset, wracked his brain on what he’ll do to cheer her up.

As soon they ended broadcast, Wooyoung immediately ran off with one mission in mind: Buy Minyoung snacks she likes and ask for her forgiveness. He wouldn’t consider the mission a success until she smiles and laughs along with him.

The rest of ATEEZ surprised at what happened chuckled before checking on the girl making sure she is doing okay.

“Bun, is everything okay?” Hongjoong approached the girl patting her head lightly.

“Mhm. I didn’t really mean to be upset. It’s just...it just happened.” Minyoung sighed rubbing her hands nervously “Sorry. I kinda ruined the live. I’m really fine though, oppa.” 

Hongjoong smiled reassuring the girl that she didn’t ruin anything “As long as you’re really feeling okay.”

Wooyoung came back with a bunch of strawberry-flavored snacks and just in time before they had to move to the hall where the fan meeting will happen. Minyoung’s seat is in between Wooyoung's and Jongho's so it was easier for him to hand the bag to her. 

“Minyoung-ah~ Here I bought you a lot of snacks. They’re all yours.” Wooyoung placed the bag on her lap, before taking his seat beside her glancing at her reaction. He wasn’t sure if the girl is still upset and he doesn’t want to risk anything by starting a conversation. Minyoung mumbled a thank you before opening the pack of pepero. She wasn’t really upset at Wooyoung anymore. She was more embarrassed that she reacted as she did, and infront of a camera with their fans bearing witness to the scene.

Noticing Wooyoung’s obvious glances, Minyoung giggled poking his cheek and placing a pepero stick on his mouth. “It’s okay oppa. I wasn’t really upset with you anymore.”

Wooyoung’s face lit up upon hearing that as he munched the snack fed to him. “Really? Am I forgiven now?” 

Nodding, Minyoung smiled and was surprised when Wooyoung enveloped her into a tight hug. “Sorry. I won’t do it anymore Minyoungie~” he said in a voice laced with slight aegyo, the girl only laughing and hugging him back

The rest of the members were relieved that the two made up before the event started. They really didn’t want to deal with a desparate Wooyoung trying to gain the attention of Minyoung, in addition to their busy schedule today.

Fans melted when they saw the interaction between Wooyoung and Minyoung, both on the event itself and people who saw clips on the internet. 

Comments:

[+92] Our baby bunny (mintokki) is forever our baby

[+35, -5] So they already made up? I saw the live and I’m reminded of when my sibling and I fight kekeke

[+40, -2] Jongho looked ready to flick Wooyoung when it happened too lol

[+136] Let us protect these precious babies.

[+5] our minyoungie making 7 men panic when she teared up

[+42, -56] another nickname get for MINYOUNG: UlboYoung (crybaby + minyoung)

This incident would forever be remembered by ATEEZ and the fans as the day where Wooyoung continuously clung unto Minyoung being really affectionate with her while the latter just lets out a smile, giggling from time to time. It is also a moment that the members would bring out as an example, calling it icecream incident, whenever they get into a discussion on who Minyoung likes the best among ATEEZ.

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Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. Any portrayal of real people is a combination based on what we could see on cameras and imagination of the author. This is purely fan fiction written for entertainment. Thank you for understanding.

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Writing Beary Corner

Full disclosure. This was going to be a really short post like a drabble or chat type of post at first around less than 500 words then somehow this turned into a 1000+ words post before I knew it. HAHA I also originally wanted to use San as the member who ate the ice cream as this was inspired by their actual live before where Seonghwa just looked to the camera in disbelief when San took a bite out of his ice cream lol

I’ll probably take it slow with the Kingdom updates to avoid spoiling anyone since I tend to write the reactions of the groups for the performance and just adding on to them.

Thank you for reading  ♡

-Mimi

13

[babieateez]

ateez as people in my philosophy class

hongjoong: the one who asks questions

this guy just wants to make sure his notes are Perfect. he asks so many questions but is very respectful and is as non-disruptive as he can be. he uses the “raise hand” function in zoom and doesn’t just call out or interrupt. if there’s questions in the chat that the professor isn’t looking at, he’ll be the one to ask for the class.

seonghwa: the professor

such a sweet man, seonghwa is the professor of the class!! he’s so patient and kind and makes even the smallest bits of class fun, like asking us to turn on our cameras just so he feels less lonely. he assigns a lot, but it’s just because it’s a complex subject and he wants to make sure we have the understanding needed to pass the class and have a good time doing it.

yunho: the one who shows off his pets

every time someone mentions animals, yunho is there to show off his pets. sometimes he’ll just bring them on screen to chill, and other times he starts playing with them in the middle of the lecture. much to hongjoong’s chagrin, the chat quickly veers away from educational content and towards “omg yunho your cats are so cute!!” or “wow what kind of dog is that?” and he’ll respond to every question in the chat. he especially loves when the professor catches sight of his pets and compliments them.

yeosang: the one that you’ve never seen or heard before

is yeosang even awake for the lectures? he’s in the meeting, but his camera is off, he’s muted, never types in the chat, and even when the professor puts the class into breakout rooms, the group he’s with hardly even notices he’s there. of course he is awake, and despite being on his phone for most of the class, his notes are immaculate. thinks he is being enigmatic but really, he’s just a wallflower. a for effort though!

san: the one who is always in the chat

san honestly may as well have muted the lecture. half the stuff he writes in the chat is not at all pertinent to class, and does he even know what philosophy is? he’s more focused on making friends (or party buddies) than he is on getting good grades. he’s totally capable of passing the class, but just isn’t interested in applying himself in this case. he definitely tries to ask the professor for extra credit at the end of the semester, but as much as the professor likes san, he’s not gonna give him the extra credit lol.

mingi: the one who has a dope zoom setup

he’s all out on the zoom setup with a greenscreen, a nice gaming chair, and even a professional quality microphone. it’s like he’s a twitch streamer, but he really just wants to look and sound professional for his zoom classes. nobody else sees the point of it, but mingi hasn’t had much contact with other people due to corona so he really wants to make sure that he’s presenting himself the best he can to some of the only people he sees on a regular basis. such a kind boy who does his best to be friendly and kind to everyone else.

wooyoung: the one who won’t shut up

a lot of students in a philosophy class seem to think that they are superior. the sort of holier-than-thou mindset where they feel the need to tell everyone their whole life story and share way too much about everything. it all starts with one question to the professor, but instead of letting the professor actually answer the question, he keeps interrupting and trying to make it about himself when he just asked a yes or no question. arguably the most annoying type of student ever. (love you wooyoung)

jongho: the one who subtly flexes

he’s not the most active during discussions, but when he answers a question, you know he’s got a big brain. he has perfect notes, but isn’t very vocal about it like hongjoong. jongho is like the best person to be in a breakout room with, especially if you haven’t done the reading. he’ll gently reprimand you and tell you to make sure to do it next time, but won’t make you feel bad, and will explain all of the key points to you. also every one of the other students think he’s the cutest and will always respond to his discussion posts.

idk where this came from but uhhhhh here we are. i hope this doesn’t come across as wooyoung bashing lol but he really is the kind of person who doesn’t know when to shut his mouth (but i love him for that!!) i hope everyone is having a good day c:

[sm-entertain-me]

Bluff (M)

Contains: Park Seonghwa x (f) reader, adult language, mentions of alcohol, smut, exhibitionism, heavy foreplay, dirty talk, teasing, marking, explicit depictions of sex, unprotected sex, bondage, begging kink, oral sex (male receiving), overstimulation, switch!Seonghwa, switch!reader (honestly inexperienced dom, very experienced sub), fuckboy!Seonghwa, mentions of previous lovers Hongjoong and Yeosang, college!au, nonidol!au

Synopsis: Seonghwa has always bragged about what he was able to do in the bedroom; describing his favorite positions, imitating moans and groans from his female partners, and even reenacting the events of the night in hopes of convincing a girl to come home with him. But you see right through his cocky grin and it’s time to call his bluff.

Author’s Note: This is easily the longest smut I’ve written (over 5k words) because Seonghwa has that kind of effect on me. AND HE’S NOT EVEN MY BIAS FROM ATEEZ. Like what the hell?! Also, this is NOT part of the Welcome to Wonderland series, I just had to write this. Enjoy!

“Oh my god, Park Seonghwa is so fucking hot,” Your friend swooned as she was staring across the room at the man in question, ultimately having her knees buckle whenever he locked eyes with her. She made it very clear to you on multiple occasions that she would do anything to be underneath Seonghwa at some point, while you made it very clear that you didn’t want to hear any of the details of her fantasies. To be quite frank, you kind of hated Seonghwa and how he carried himself.

You followed your friend’s eyes to see Seonghwa sipping languidly on his solo cup while hanging out with his posse and talking up a group of very eager girls. You could tell that the blonde bimbos were Seonghwa’s type by the overall appearance of the girls flocking him. Rolling your eyes when his eyes met yours from across the room for a split second, you scoffed and responded to your friend’s lust filled outburst, “Seonghwa isn’t that hot. I’d honestly prefer San or Yunho over Seonghwa any day.”

The look on your friend’s face made it seem like you just insulted her grand ancestors as she dramatically pressed her hand to her chest, making a dramatic scoffing noise as she stared at you, “Are you saying that you wouldn’t let Seonghwa fuck you silly if you had the chance? That’s blasphemy! Every girl in this place would kill to be under Seonghwa for even a minute.”

Again, you rolled your eyes at you friend and shot her a glare that screamed don’t push it as you sipped on your alcoholic beverage, trying your best to ignore Seonghwa’s all but innocent stares direct your way. Everything you said was true though. You would rather go for San or Yunho, hell, you would even take Wooyoung over Seonghwa strictly because the aforementioned boys didn’t act like stuck up, entitled pricks every time they bedded a woman. They were actually gentleman about it, something you had heard from a couple of your female colleagues around campus. But for some ungodly reason, everyone flocked to Seonghwa and his pompous attitude.

Seonghwa was the kind of person who viewed women as objects during his sexcapades, never giving a shit about how the women felt after he took what he wanted of them. He refused to speak to them any time after, never hung around the same girl for too long in fears of rumors circulating that he was dating the poor girl, and even went as far as to send a nude of a girl around campus. Normally, someone would get into some serious legal trouble over that kind of stuff, but not Park Seonghwa. He was untouchable, and you absolutely despised it.

That’s when you came up with an idea that was virtually fool-proof, even Seonghwa couldn’t fuck it up with his overwhelming stupidity. Immediately, your frame straightened as you glanced at your friend, thinking of all the elements of your plan as you carried them out simultaneously, “Tell you what, I’ll go after Seonghwa just to prove to you one, how easy it is to get with him, and two, how to strip him of his pride. It’s about time someone took him down a couple notches.”

As you left the company of your friend with a now fuller cup of alcohol because you knew you would need it to allow the plan to continue, you barely caught a glimpse of her confused yet concerned face as you made a B-line straight for Seonghwa and his posse of attractive men surrounding some beautiful women. When you approached, you were met with kind smiles and greetings from the group as you had known Hongjoong and Yeosang from your history lecture, casually inviting you to hang out at their frat house, which led to you knowing San, Wooyoung, Jongho, Mingi, Yunho and unfortunately, Seonghwa.

“Hey Y/N, glad you could make it!” Mingi spoke as he approached you and gave you a hug, the rest of the boys saying their greetings and offering you either a hug or some kind of gesture to welcome you into the group. The girls of the group were a little leerier of you because they didn’t know who you were or what your intentions were. Some of them offered you a smile while the ones crowded around Seonghwa glared at you like you were the most distasteful thing in the room. Little did they know that that title rightfully belonged to the person whose arms were wrapped around their shoulders, the person’s hands being really close to their breasts. Typical Seonghwa.

“Of course, Mingi. I wouldn’t miss this party for the world. Thanks for inviting me, I’m having a really great time,” You responded after Wooyoung was the last to give you a hug, his hands lingering at little more south than you would have liked. But you were in no place to correct him since your thoughts were a little on the impure side anyway, and he was probably a little drunk and looking for someone to take into his bedroom. It’s no secret that Wooyoung would easily take you given the chance, but as mentioned before, he’s a bit more of a gentleman than that. And believe you me, you would’ve jumped Wooyoung’s bones given the chance. Unfortunately for Wooyoung, tonight is not the night where he gets to finally have you in his bed like Hongjoong had a week prior. You were here for someone else.

When everyone accepted you in the group and made you part of the casual conversation going on throughout the group, you finally took the opportunity to look up at Seonghwa, who was busy hitting on one of the various blonde girls. “Seonghwa,” You called out, grabbing his attention from the beautiful women and having his head snap in your direction, an annoyed look on his face. “You talk a really big game when it comes to women. And I know how much you’ve been trying to fuck me, but I won’t give you the time of day. How’s about we play a little game of Too Hot?”

You could practically see Seonghwa’s eyes light up with glee, immediately peeling his arms away from the women as he focused all his attention on you, “You want to play Too Hot with me? A game where I get to take your breath away for about a minute before you’re begging me to fuck you? Name your terms babygirl, what happens if I win?”

“Well,” You began as you took a sip from your cup, clearing your throat to prepare yourself for what you were about to say, contrasting completely with your previous beliefs and thoughts about Seonghwa. “If you win, I have to submit and do whatever you want. If I win, you have to submit and do whatever I want. Sound like something you can handle, Babyboy?”

Seonghwa gulped to himself at the thought of having to possibly submit to you if you won, but he was far more confident in his ability to have you begging for him to fuck you that he didn’t really think much of his odds. He looked around at the group of men who were nodding quickly, encouraging him to go for it. Hongjoong pretty much sealed the deal for you since he was the only one who had the honor of bedding you after a stressful study session, “You have to. She’s easily the best I’ve ever had. If you don’t, Wooyoung will gladly do it for you.”

Seonghwa’s decision was made for him when he let you grab his hand and pull him away from the group, leading him to the couch right in the middle of the party. Partygoers looked over at the two of you and dismissed you, not really caring if you guys were going to do anything since these frat parties are structured to have people doing sinful things the whole entire night anyway. Once you knew no one was going to distract you from achieving your goal, save for Yeosang and Mingi giving Seonghwa the thumbs up, you got to work.

You made it so that Seonghwa was sitting beneath you while your thighs captured his slim figure between your legs, making sure your clothed core was as close as you could get before Seonghwa said it was considered touching. Seonghwa smirked up at you before he tilted his head up at you, exposing his wonderful looking neck that had you feeling some type of way. But you quickly shunted your feelings about running your tongue all over his neck as you leaned forward and captured Seonghwa’s soft lips on yours.

The kiss was slow a first, the two of you trying to figure out which techniques would get the other to break first, but then it quickly grew into a porn worthy makeout session as you both fought for dominance over the other. Seonghwa was putting up quite the fight as he bit down on your lip, sucking hard on the flesh and smirking against your lips when he heard your breathing become labored. He was sure he would have you cracking by the end of this.

But you weren’t one to give in easily, and nor did you play fair. You finally ripped your lips away from Seonghwa’s struggling to catch your breath as you looked down at the cocky piece of shit between your legs. He simply tilted his head to the side, admiring your slightly fuck out features as he commented, “What’s wrong, sweetie? Can’t take it anymore? It’s okay, you can give in to your desires and I’ll have you screaming for more in less than five minutes. Just touch me, you know you want to.” It was at that moment that a smirk formed on your face, “In your dreams, Park.”

Quickly, you leaned into Seongwha’s figure, but not to kiss his lip. No, you went for the juncture of his neck, using a technique that made every single one of your previous lovers crack, even Hongjoong. Once your lips connected to Seonghwa’s neck, you knew he wouldn’t last for very much longer given the way his muscles tensed, and his breathing hitched at the feeling of your warm lips covering his neck in purple hickies.

“Th-That’s not fair,” Seonghwa stuttered as you continued your assault on his neck, licking your way up from the juncture of his neck all the way to his earlobe. You could only smirk as you sucked his earlobe into your mouth, nibbling on the soft skin and feeling Seonghwa’s resolve begin to crumble. Releasing his earlobe from your lips, you licked the shell of his ear slowly, watching all the goosebumps form on his pristine skin, and it was all because of you. The thing that sent Seonghwa over the edge was when you leaned in and whispered in the sexiest tone you could, “Dirty girls always play dirty.”

Seonghwa couldn’t contain himself anymore as his hands finally acted on their own accord, gripping onto your hips and forcing you to grind down on his now hardened length as he took one of his hands and grabbed your chin forcefully, pulling you to look at him before he devoured you in his kisses. The kiss was not like any you had just shared with him. These kisses had purpose, had yearning. Seonghwa’s kisses stripped you of any kind of stable breathing you had as you melted into his touch, trying to muffle your moaning with Seonghwa’s lips as he forced your core to grind down against his length, occasionally catching your clit on the fabric of his jeans. Even though you were completely under Seonghwa’s spell at this point, you couldn’t help but smirk against Seonghwa’s lips upon realizing you had beaten him at his own game.

You allowed Seonghwa to kiss you in any way he wanted for as long as he wanted, feeling generous enough to allow him to think he won something out of this encounter, but you knew who the real winner was. Seonghwa didn’t even seem to care that he lost as he continued to kiss you with so much fervor that it made your head spin, licking his way into your mouth and wrestling with your tongue while his teeth gnashed against your lips to produce the lewdest kissing sounds known to man. If it weren’t for the loud music at the party, you were sure everyone in the living area and the kitchen could hear you two swapping saliva at an alarming rate. However, when it was time to pull away, you looked down at Seonghwa’s blissful expression with his hair all disheveled and out of place before uttering two words that had his world come crashing down, “I win.”

When Seonghwa finally realized he was the one that touched you first by grabbing onto your hips, he placed his hand on his forehead and rubbed it, silently cursing to himself for letting you win at something he could’ve easily dominated you with. Still straddling his legs, you turned to look back at your previous group with all the guys and were met with their jaws hanging down and some of them having their hands covering their pretty obvious bulges. Another smirk fell on your lips as you turned your attention back to a very concerned looking Seonghwa, teasing him as you spoke, “Alright babyboy, you lost fair and square. Now let’s go. I guarantee it won’t be as bad as you think.”

“If I still get to fuck you, then that’s fine by me I guess,” Seonghwa responded as he watched you climb off of his lap, him slipping his hand in his jeans to adjust some things before he could stand up properly. You rolled your eyes at the cocky boy as you grabbed his hand yet again, leading him through the vast amounts of partygoers while some of the girls shot you menacing glares for being able to be Seonghwa’s fuck buddy for the night. But they have no idea what you’re about to do to their precious Seonghwa.

Once the two of you made it into Seonghwa’s room, you instructed Seonghwa to lay on the bed and wait for further instruction while you poked around his room to find something that is very important in this whole ordeal. You needed to find some rope or some kind of containment device that would render Seonghwa useless because if he could take your breath away with a kiss like that, you needed to be sure he couldn’t do anything to you while you proceeded to break him down otherwise you would probably submit to him in three seconds flat. Even he knew that.

“Bottom drawer, behind the lube,” Seonghwa said lazily, knowing exactly what you were looking for. He wasn’t stupid, he knew you needed to get him to fully submit if you were going to have your way with him.

When you got your hands on the bright red ropes hidden behind bottles upon bottles of lube and boxes of magnum condoms, you smiled innocently at Seonghwa as you turned to face him. He didn’t seem to like the look on your face as he sighed at you, waiting for his instructions like he had promised. He absolutely hated being someone’s sub, despised it even. He didn’t like giving control to someone else, especially in the bedroom because he knew he wouldn’t like it nearly as much as when he had full control over his subs. But rules are rules.

You kept your innocent smile as you walked over to Seonghwa, still completely dressed and waiting on the bed with his arms crossed over his chest. Looking down at him, you reached out your hand to signal to him that he needed to give you his, Seonghwa reluctantly giving you his hand in the process. You quickly strung up his wrist and secured it to the bedpost behind his head, repeating the process with his second hand and stepping back to admire your knot work. You weren’t the best at tying knots when it came to bedroom stuff, it was usually something the man did for you. But after watching Yeosang doing it to you one night, you kind of picked up which techniques would work best.

Now that Seonghwa was completely at your mercy, the real fun could begin. Your innocent smile quickly turned into a devilish grin as you made sure to lock the door to Seonghwa’s room before you turned to look at him, standing at the edge of the bed as you began to strip at a painfully slow pace, starting with your low cut shirt. You began to run your hands down your toned torso, stopping at the hem of your shirt before lifting it high above your head to reveal your black and red laced bra. Of course you knew you were going to get laid tonight so you came prepared, you just didn’t know Seonghwa would be the one seeing your lingerie.

You could hear Seonghwa groan at the sight of your plump breasts barely being contained in the bra, watching him thrash in his restraints as he cursed from not being able to touch any part of you that he wanted. The smirk on your face only deepened as you chuckled at his pathetic attempts to get out of the restraints, continuing the teasing with unbuttoning and unzipping your shorts at a painfully slow rate. Once the shorts were off, Seonghwa’s eyes nearly popped out of his head upon seeing the matching red and black lace set, making it much worse when you turned around to give him the full show of your thong. Seonghwa wanted nothing more than to spank that perfect little ass of yours until you were crying out for him.

“Tell me, Seonghwa,” You began as you threw your shorts and top somewhere around his room, walking slowly to Seonghwa’s left side of the bed and stopping to look down at him as his eyes struggled to make eye contact with you when you were dressed in barely there lingerie. “How does it feel to be the helpless one? I’ve never had an opportunity to be the dominant one and I could really get used to this feeling.”

Seonghwa swallowed hard after he was done staring at your breasts, catching a glimpse of your pert nipple through the thin fabric, looking up at you, “It kind of sucks that I can’t make you regret teasing me like this. All I want to do and pin you to the mattress and fuck you so hard that your pussy will forever have the imprint of my dick or have you cumming four times and crying out before I make you cum the fifth time. If I had my way with you, you wouldn’t be able to speak.”

“Cute,” You commented as you ran your hands over the red rope containing Seonghwa’s wrists in a slightly tighter rendition of the knots Yeosang used on you. But before you continued talking down to your new sub, you swung your leg over Seonghwa’s waist and sunk your barely clothed core down against Seonghwa’s raging hard on, causing him to wince at the added pressure. When you were sure Seonghwa had your full attention, you leaned down against his chest and ghosted your lips over the shell of his ear, “But it’s my way tonight.”

You managed to strip Seonghwa of all of his clothes as best as you could, thankful that he was wearing a button down and you didn’t have to try and pull his shirt over his head, merely unbuttoning the shirt to reveal his more than toned body to you. Seonghwa caught the way you swallowed upon seeing his abdomen but chose not to comment on it because he finally learned his place in the bedroom tonight. But still, you continued on your way as you finally got his boxers off and were left with him lying completely bare underneath you while you still had your lingerie on. Luckily for Seonghwa, you had a little bit of mercy and took off everything for him instead of being cruel and keeping the thong on while just moving the fabric to the side to fuck him.

After all the clothing was on the ground, you smirked down at Seonghwa who made his mouth parted at the sight of seeing your bare breasts and glistening pussy. He was already a wreck for you, but you decided to take it further by resting your engorged clit against his leaking cock, rutting yourself against him like a dog in heat before leaning down to capture his lips in another breathtaking kiss. It was apparent the effect the kissing and the grinding had on Seonghwa as his wrists thrashed against the ropes, wanting nothing more than to grab your throat, turn you on your back, and pound you into the mattress. Of course, you knew he wanted to do that, that’s why you continued to torture the poor boy by giving him more hickies on the side of his neck you neglected the first time around.

“Y/N, please,” Seonghwa begged as your lips continued to run along the column of his neck, nipping here and sucking there. He was quickly falling apart for you and you hadn’t even done anything to him yet, but to be fair, he wasn’t used to this kind of treatment in the bedroom. It’s usually him doing the torturing.

You would be lying to yourself if you didn’t think Seonghwa’s soft pleas had any effect on you, but you wanted to hear even more and your movements on his neck halted, taking yourself away from his neck to look down at him and cock a brow at him. “Please what?” You asked, taunting him. You knew Seonghwa wasn’t much of a beggar, but you were willing to find out since he couldn’t do much about it.

Seongwha glared up at you, his lips never moving to utter more pleas. But that simply won’t do as you sat back up, the only thing touching was your trembling clit and the shaft of his cock. There was nothing else stimulating either one of you, which was fine for you. You could just leave and give yourself a couple minutes with the showerhead in Seonghwa’s bathroom and you would be fine, but Seonghwa had it a little bit harder if he wanted to cum at all tonight. You could tell he was more of a bratty sub anyway.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me,” You spoke languidly, looking down at Seonghwa with unamused eyes. He simply returned your gaze, waiting to see what you were going to do. He thought to himself that there wasn’t anything too bad that you could do to him to make him beg for you, but he didn’t know your ways. You smirked as you got off of his waist and opted for shimmying down his body until your mouth was mere centimeters from his dripping cock that had some of your own juices on if from the earlier stunt you pulled. You leaned forward slightly and kissed the tip of Seonghwa’s cock, acting like you were going to suck him off but merely gripped at the base of his shaft, waiting for him to give you what you wanted before you continued anything. “I said, please what?”

Seonghwa shivered at the feeling of your hand just resting on his cock, paired with you purposely breathing air on his leaking slit. You watched as his fists clenched together within their restraints, taking this opportunity to give one shallow thrust of his shaft but that was it. No rubbing your thumb across his slit, no more kissing the top of his cock, not even a simple kitten lick to clean up some of the precum slipping down his cock. Nothing. That’s when he begged for you. “Please do something, anything! I just need to be inside you somehow and I can’t take it anymore. I just need you!” Show time.

You quickly enveloped Seonghwa’s cock into your mouth, laying your tongue flat against his cock as you bobbed up and down of his length. Your hand would pump him at the base since he was a little bigger than you had thought he would be, working him with both your mouth and your hand so that no skin on his cock was untouched. For that, Seonghwa was grateful as he bit his lip harshly, trying to mask his groans of pleasure but couldn’t help himself when you hallowed your cheeks around his length.

The feeling of your moist and warm mouth encasing around Seonghwa’s cock was beginning to become too much as he thrashed under you, trying to warn you that if you continued to suck him off in the most addicting way he had ever felt, he would cum right then and there. Your ego was stroked by this information as you gripped onto his thighs and pushed yourself all the way down his length, pushing your nose against his pubic bone as your throat collapsed around him from gagging on his cock. But you didn’t want to push yourself as you sucked all the air out of your mouth and ran your mouth back up his shaft, pulling away from his cock with a sickening pop and admiring the state of Seonghwa’s fucked out face.

Even though you pretty much sucked Seonghwa’s soul out of his body by giving him the best head of his life, there was still the matter of you getting off. Normally, you allowed your past lovers a little recovery time before you allowed them to fuck you, but Seonghwa didn’t deserve that luxury. You made quick work scrambling back up his body and hovering your now drenched pussy over his painfully hard cock, looking darkly at Seonghwa while smirking as you sunk down on his cock without a word of warning.

“Holy fu-fuck,” Seonghwa struggled to speak, his eyes blinking faster than normal as he felt every single ripple inside of you, cursing at you for not being like all his other flings and using a condom. You had nothing to worry about on your end since you had a very effective form of contraceptive, and you just loved the look on Seonghwa’s face as his jaw tightened from the intense feeling of wetness coating his cock from both your arousal and your saliva from earlier. “G-God you’re so tight. Does anyone ever fuck you right?”

Not really wanting to dawn on your past lovers when you’re kind of on a mission to destroy Seonghwa at his own game, you rolled your eyes at his remark and began to roll your hips against him, leaning back to grip his ankles and fuck him at one of your favorite angles. In this angle, Seonghwa’s cock dug deep inside of you to the point the tip of his cock was barely kissing your cervix, driving the both of you crazy. He could even see the way your eyes rolled back and how your jaw dropped open when his cock hit your spot this way. That’s when he knew he could do some damage as payback for everything you’ve done to him.

Even though he couldn’t move his arms the way he wanted to, ultimately wanting to pull you down by your hips while he fucked into you from below to have you screaming for more, he was still able to move his hips form underneath you. While you were too busy rocking yourself back and forth on Seonghwa’s cock, pulling him in and out whenever you lifted your hips off of him just to slam back down, Seonghwa smirked to himself as he flicked his hips upwards to get your attention.

Upon realizing he could move his hips; you began to panic slightly. You made sure to keep his wrsits at bay, but you failed to tie his ankles to the bed as well, resulting in Seonghwa piercing his cock ever deeper than you would’ve liked and timing his thrusts with whenever you decided to plop right back down on his cock. But it was far too late for you now as you leaned forward and hung onto Seonghwa’s hips for dear life while he pounded into you from below.

“S-Seonghwa,” You breathed out as you continued to rock against him, timing your movements perfectly with Seonghwa’s harsh thrusts from below you. Your eyes were closed with pure bliss washing over you, your hands were gripping onto your breasts and kneading the tender flesh, and your mouth was permanently opened as you continued to call out his name. You were losing your mind on Seonghwa’s cock; your walls were pulsing uncontrollably around Seonghwa’s thick cock, you were pinching your nipples to stimulate yourself even more while Seonghwa already took care of your throbbing clit with every single thrust he delivered from beneath you as his pubic bone provided just the right amount of friction you needed, and your moans were getting louder and louder by the second. You were breaking.

“Cum for me baby, cum for daddy,” Seongwha begged as he had to fight his instincts of wrapping his hand around your throat and pumping into your from below because well, he couldn’t. Because you had to restrain his hands, Seonghwa couldn’t pull you into your orgasm as quickly as he wanted to, but he was still giving you a run for your money as you bounced on his cock. “Fuck you look so good, baby. Cum for daddy, please. Cum for me.”

White heat crashed over you as you felt your orgasm hit a lot quicker than you were expecting, causing you to arch back so far that your breasts were parallel to the ceiling as you cried out Seonghwa’s name in a fit of raw passion before your walls clamped down around his pulsing cock. Your hands wove through your hair, gripping onto the strands of your hair to try and calm yourself down as Seonghwa continued to fuck his way into you from below. You thought he was just trying to ride out your high, but the intensity of his strokes and the way you could barely hold onto him from how hard he was fucking into you let you know that he wasn’t being nice and helping you ride of your high. Seongwha was going to make you cum again whether you wanted to or not.

“I-I can’t take it anymore. No more, n-no more daddy,” You begged as you leaned forward to have your chest collide with Seonghwa’s, hoping that this gesture and your pleading would get him to eventually stop the blissful torture he was inflicting on your abused pussy. Hoping. But you could tell the way he kept fucking you with no hint of stopping told you otherwise. Until Seonghwa gave you a proposition.

“Tell you w-what,” Seonghwa said in between grunts, still hellbent on getting you overstimulated to the point you would cry. “Untie my wrists and I’ll stop. Stop m-my punishment and I’ll stop yours.”

It was a risk you were willing to take as you quickly peeled your chest that was glistening in both yours and Seonghwa’s sweat from the intense session you two just shared, reaching up and untying each of the intricately place knots within the red silk ropes. Once you freed Seonghwa’s wrists, you were rewarded with Seongwha’s intoxicating thrusts coming to a halt just like he had promised. What you weren’t expecting was Seonghwa smirking up at you, his hands wrapping around your waist, and flipping you directly on your back.

You looked up at him with widened eyes and parted lips, shocked that he was able to deceive you so well. But to be fair, you just had one of the most mind-blowing orgasms of all time with one of the people you despise most, so you weren’t really one for thinking clearly at this point. Seongwha simply looked down at you as his eyes darkened at you, his tongue coming out to lick his lips generously before placing a chaste kiss on your lips, pulling away slowly, “You’ve had your fun babygirl, but did you honestly think I would let you do what you wanted after you came and I didn’t? Now that’s no way to treat your sub, even I know that. But don’t worry, I’ll show you how a sub should really be treated.”

It was your turn to gulp as Seonghwa leaned back, grabbed your waist, and planted you firmly on your stomach with your ass high in the air. You could hear him fidgeting behind you as you felt the familiar red rope wrap around your wrists that were place behind your back, trying the knot tightly and making sure you couldn’t do anything. When Seonghwa was satisfied with his handiwork, he simply leaned down and ghosted his lips across the shell of your ear like you had done to him and whispered, 

“Safeword is kumquats.”

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Purple Skies, Pained Things

Member: Jongho Word Count: ~5k Requested: No Genre: Angst. A lot of Heavy things. A little hope in the end. Content: Allusions to depression, suicide ideation, low self worth, a bit of existentialism. This really is just a product of my own thoughts and dips. This kind of came to me while i was listening to christian yu’s album and his ig live that explained his creative process and decisions into making MITO. In a sense this is my mito? lol. I don’t know why I had Jongho in this too but it happened. I kind of compared my struggle with mental health to paintings and skies, colors and the like. So Yes. If this is a little weird, I apologize. It was a little tricky to write this since I had to be in a certain mood/headspace to write this. lol.  Note: This is heavy. If you can’t stomach something regarding mental struggles, issues, I suggest you don’t read this.  This went in directions I didn’t think it would go but it went where it went. Like Strength, I won’t put the atzff tags on this since this is a personal piece lmao. I won’t do my usual tag list on this since..well it’s personal? if you see it when it’s up, cool. if you don’t well.. you don’t lol. Gut Feeling and other reqs are in the works! Just gonna take Time. Jongho wonders how you manage on your own. Well he knows you’re independent, always treasuring your alone time whenever you can. But he’s not sure of how you manage when you have these dips. He’s actually not sure if that’s the right question, should he ask why instead? Why do you make yourself go through it on your own? Of course, he has his guesses regarding the reasons but it still runs in his mind.

He watches you from across the room, sitting near a corner. To anyone else, it would look like you were just watching the skyline; watching the sky turn from a bright blue to a myriad of colors before settling into a deep blue sprinkled with stars and bright lights. The sky was always pretty at this hour.

The complete opposite of your mind. 

The two of you knew better when you looked like that; you weren’t looking at anything. Your eyes aren’t focused on anything but your mind is. Your mind focuses on thoughts that make you spiral down. When your head spirals, you close yourself from everyone. Your mind is like the night sky: it can bring comfort and solace in a time of quiet but it is also dark and vast, seemingly never ending. The night sky can also bring the terrors of the unknown, the unseen, the lack of control that the day brings. Your mind now is just that without the comfort the night brings, but the numbing fear of what’s beyond. 

You feel like a tiny speck of dust. that doesn’t really have much use in a world that keeps moving. Maybe a better comparison would be something like a stormy sky; filled with heavy clouds that would spill forth heavy rain showers. The sudden sheets of water makes everyone hide away. Or rather, a sky tinged with the smoke from pollution; unbearable and frustrating. Just like what you’re doing right now, hiding away from everyone because you think that these days you have will bring nothing but frustration to those near you. 

So, what is Jongho doing in your apartment? He had his reasons. For starters, it’s been radio silence from your end.  He knows nothing of what has happened to you. Neither do your friends-- well to a degree, they don’t. It’s why he’s here, to check on you. He figured you’d be at home. He knows you well enough, just like how he can tell if the weather will be fine just by a glance at the sky. From what he’s seeing, it’s the calm before the storm.

He knows you don’t sleep much either, or rather, you stay up late into the night only to sleep when the sun’s peeking through the horizon. The deep blues slowly turning into a soft lilacs and blues streaked with bright yellows that bring the safety of a new day: a peaceful slumber. You told him in the past that you’re really just a night owl, a habit formed to cope with the hectic pace of life. A way for you to have some sort of grip on your life. He bought the words for a while, but the more he spends time with you. He’s not quite sure. He doesn’t understand why you shut yourself out from everyone when you need them the most. He does understand how hard it can be to ask for help. Carefully, he approaches your unmoving figure.

“Hey.” He murmurs, settling quietly in front of you. Your eyes flutter to his direction. You see him but the fact he’s sitting in front of you isn’t registering in your head. Maybe your mind’s playing tricks on you, your vivid imagination was always one of your assets. It could also be your downfall. 

“Go away..” your voice comes out like a sigh. Just as your mind is like the sky, your mind is just as vivid as paintings of years past. But, just like those paintings, it fades, it gets discolored as time passes by. Small cracks appear on layers of painting, no matter how much protection and preservation you put it through: the wear and tear can and will be inevitable. You assume this is just another way for your mind to make you think worse of yourself. Thoughts reflecting itself onto reality. Whatever reality is supposed to be.  With that, you look away from the figure in front of you, staring out the window. The sky has shifted into a deep purple, the lights from the neighboring buildings are flickering on, one by one. The purples gradually turning into artificial shades of yellow and white. 

He should’ve expected that, being alone with your own thoughts can get tiring. Even if you preferred your own company, these dips can take a toll on you. Slowly, he takes your hand in his. Something flashes in your eyes, dimmed only by the darkening sky above the two of you. “What are you doing here?” You ask. He notices how dry your voice sounds. How long has it been since you drank water? 

He has a feeling rain will come tonight. 

The sound of consciousness from you makes him quirk the corner of his lips in relief. “I wanted to check on you.” 

A sigh slips out of your lips, your eyes fluttering to a close. Your eyes feel dry. You don’t pull away your hand from his hold. You stay like that, unmoving in your spot, and for a moment you look peaceful, but the impending approach of a storm is warned through the marks under your eyes. Jongho wonders how you’ve been sleeping the past few days. He looks at the time. By now, you should be eating.

“Hey, you need to get some food in you.” Jongho gently reminds you, his voice mirrored by how he squeezes your hand to wake you up. 

“I don’t have an appetite…” You reason, despite your excuse you slowly move from your spot.

“At least get something in your stomach? Even some fruits will do.” Jongho returns. “Come, I can make you some food.” He lets you settle down on the chair. You let him move around your place, he’s been here so many times that he might as well have lived with you. 

“Have you eaten?” You speak up softly, watching him with heavy eyes. This really doesn’t surprise him anymore, how you’re able to put others before you, even when you can barely do so for yourself. 

It takes a while for him to reply to the question. If he gives a clear cut answer, it can make your attention shift to him when the main subject here is you. He runs a few strawberries and an orange through water. “I’ll eat with you.” He returns after a moment of thought. 

You shrug even if he can’t see you do so. “Help yourself to whatever I have I guess.” So that’s how the night goes, he eats a meal while you nibble on a few fruit slices that he had freely drizzled with honey. It was quiet as the two of you ate. He doesn’t push you to talk about what’s on your mind, not because he didn’t care but he knows you hate it when people push you to tell them your thoughts, no matter how depressing they can get, you hated being forced. Even if you don’t want him to be here, you have no energy to tell him to leave. 

You prod a half eaten strawberry with your fork. Even in the mess of your mind, you wanted to know why he’s doing this. He’s seeing a side of you that you’ve tried so hard to hide from him. As much as you want to cover this from him, it seems too late. Your body can’t get itself to stand up and push him out. What happens instead is a question. “Why are you doing this? You can literally do anything else right now, but you’re here wasting time.” 

Jongho stays quiet through your tirade of self deprecating comments. On your normal days, these were covered with your dry humor. You always had a knack at being able to throw a few witty comments at the boys and at yourself. Now, he’s seeing it in its rawest form. He doesn’t like how this is how you see yourself: a shame, wasted potential, lost, the list goes on as you talk. What was once a question becomes an exhausted rant of how you find yourself in this fast paced life. At one point, you ask yourself if the choices you made were the right ones. All your decisions have been based on trying to break out of the chains of expectations. You wanted freedom, to explore the world as yourself.

Now, you didn’t really have a proper avenue to release these thoughts nowadays; you can’t really go out. Your usual coping mechanisms aren’t an option now. You’re just stuck at home. Compared to your peers, they’re able to make the most out of the situation. Those who made your life horrible are prospering now. Those who followed what was expected of them are doing well. You? Hell if you know what to make of yourself now. 

He would’ve rebutted all these points you’ve raised but he figures that you need to let them out before letting anyone or yourself fix the issues. You’ve always been like that, thinking out loud until you somehow manage to find a solution. That’s why he just listens, replying when needed but letting you know that he’s giving you his full attention. What he didn't expect was a rumbling thunder.

The storm comes earlier than expected. The two of you can hear the downpour outside your apartment. When you notice the heavy downpour, you shift the topic. “You really don’t need to listen to all of that.” You say as you eat your fruits. It’s a little tricky to try and put your upbeat voice back to use after days of being shut in. 

Being able to air out your frustrations should make you feel lighter, but it doesn’t. What it just does to you is feel heavier, fearing that he’ll look at you in a not so nice light because of how different you are now. 

That’s how it usually goes. 

His meal is long done now but he stays in his seat. “It’s okay.” He says. Those two words make you look at him. “You’ve carried it for so long to yourself. I don’t mind helping you...” He continues. He notices how your eyes sparkle a little brighter under the warm lights in your home. It’s not the curious sparkle that the stars bring on a clear night. It’s a sparkle that carries the burden of a pain that’s been carried for years. A star that’s just near the edge of falling through the sky. Your coping mechanisms were really just there to numb the pain, never to address it, you never knew how to address it until recently. Even then, the process was painful. “Have you showered?” He asks you. At his question, you realize you haven’t. “Go shower? I can take care of these dishes.” 

There’s something in his words that pushes you to say something. “Can you stay a little longer?” You’re scared of what could be next, him leaving you alone in your thoughts again. You’ve tried to hide your dips from him, but now that he’s seen it, you doubt there’s any turning back now. You just don’t want to be alone, for tonight at least.

“I’ll stay.” 

You ease yourself against the downpour of the hot water. It’s a little shock for your body: the cool air outside the shower against the hot water on your skin. Eventually you relax into it, breathing slowly as you hope that the water washes away the thoughts in your head. The constant sound of water hitting the tiled floor and the sight of water running down your body or dripping down the walls numb your mind from dimming your thoughts. The feeling puts you in a trance of sorts, standing under the shower head unmoving for who knows how long. 

“Hey, are you still there?” Jongho’s voice comes from the opposite side of the door. The knocking snaps you awake and you clear your voice, grabbing the soap. 

“Yeah, I’m doing fine.” You swear it’s not a lie. You try to make it sound not like a lie despite your racing heart. You stand there as you wash yourself up quickly. You didn’t want him to worry about you. Do you really deserve these worries? Clearly, he has other things to worry about. Why did you ask him to stay longer? He has a life beyond you, so why linger here? What if you’re just hindering him from his schedule and free time with your selfish need for company? These thoughts rise up to the surface as you dry yourself up. He can leave if he has to, you’re not gonna stop him. 

You step out of your bathroom in a change of clothes, water dripping from your hair onto the towel on your shoulders. You catch your reflection on the mirror; you’ve lost weight, you look tired, your skin hasn’t been at its best, and before your thoughts spiral you tear your gaze away from the reflective reality on your wall.

The place is quiet. A quiet sigh leaves your lips, of course you’re back on your own. What were you thinking? You’ve managed to deal with these episodes on your own, what makes this any different? What were you hoping for exactly? 

“Oh hey, you’re finally out of the shower.” His voice makes you jump in your spot, holding yourself up against the wall as you try to slow down your racing heart. He observes your shocked visage with slight guilt. He notes how raw your skin looks, wondering just how hot you made your water to be. It’s not much but it’s something. These episodes were never as quick as a simple shower. It’ll take time and he’s willing to sit through it with you. Just like the paintings on your walls, those took time to be properly cared for, before its original luster shined through. 

“If you have to go elsewhere, it’s okay.” You speak up, your voice is a little clearer now. “I forgot how busy you get…” You trail off, berating yourself for being so selfish. 

“There’s nothing to be sorry about.” He says afterwards. “I made sure my schedule was free.” He adds, he approaches you carefully, taking the towel off your shoulders. He lets you follow him to the couch. 

You look at him, shoulders dropping as more things blur your mind. Why was he doing this? “Why?” There’s something in your voice that reminds him he can’t leave you like this. You follow him like a lost puppy, too tired to think anymore. The sky looks a lot dimmer now, the still constant downpour of rain dimming the bright lights from the streets. 

“I want to check on you.”  He sits behind you, drying your hair as he lets you look out the sky. It’s the one thing you would do even in your better days. He’s gotten the habit of thinking of you because of the sky. 

It’s the blank look on your face that hurts him too. It’s a look that tries to survive and prove itself worthy of independence. It’s a look that reminds him of artworks that look so breathtaking until you learn of the backstory behind the work. How many people have bought this as you just shooting a deadpan look, as if you didn’t need anyone else? “I’m sorry.” A tired sigh escapes you as you turn your head away from his gaze. You were about to reach for the towel that has slowed down from drying your hair, when Jongho taps your hands gently. 

“Drying your hair’s my thing.” He reminds you, a distant inside joke from years past. 

The reference makes you smile a little but it doesn’t bring you the comfort you badly need. The pain teeters just at the corners of your eyes and you wonder why your vision blurs, mixing the purples with the yellows, with the whites. The greys have hints of purples and yellows. Everything looked so blurry yet so clear. It’s an unflattering color, it’s rare that you look away from the sky. 

It’s when you feel two drops of water against your arm that it clicks. You didn’t want him to see you in tears. How easy it was for him to look past your facade. You’ve put up enough walls, saying it was just you being used to being an only child who could only depend on yourself at the end of the day. You’ve lost count of the times you’ve said lies to stop people from getting too close to you at your weakest. How many times has life tried to take advantage of it?

“Come here.” His voice takes on a tenderness rarely heard from him. It takes a few small shifts from you before you face him. You want to tell him that you’re fine, that it’s not a lie. You’re genuinely doing fine, you want to tell yourself that. But the truth is, you aren’t. Admitting the truth has always been nerve wracking for you. Especially the truth that you carry in your head and heart.  There, his arms wrap around you carefully, knowing that at any moment you’ll break. “I care about you, that’s why I do this.” He lets you babble words against his shoulder, truthfully, he couldn’t make sense of the words that tumble out of your lips mostly due to the towel that muffles you and because of how they’re all slurred by your overwhelming emotions and tears. He lets you spill everything though. It could help you once you storm through this downpour, he thinks. 

On the other hand, you hate how weak you’ve become, your hands grip to him as if he’s some sort of protection from the darkness that swirls in your head. There’s no shade of purple that can mimic how terrifying the darkness is in your head. Not even pictures can give it justice. It just is. 

You don’t like how you’ve become, yet you have no heart to end everything. It’s why you had a terrible phobia of high places. Imagination can only bring you so much but reality was still terrifying in its own right. Life was practically in limbo: wanting escape but not doing it, wanting something better but not being able to acquire it. You see your own life like an unfinished painting, all scribbles, patches of paint but never quite forming an image or a sky that always warns of a storm that never comes. 

He feels guilty to have left you alone to deal with this burden in the past but he tries not to dwell in it as he lets you cry. “Do you want to go to bed?” He whispers softly into your hair. You shake your head, not trusting how your voice could shake should you speak up.  Receiving nothing but a timid nod, he carefully pulls his arms away from your figure, it’s then that he realizes that you covered your face with your towel. The damp feeling on his skin and shirt were from your hair. Even in your current state, you still find shame in showing your own tears. 

He doesn’t let go of your hand as he guides you towards your bed. Now that the two of you are settled down, he made sure that you’re in his arms again. He tries not to force you to look at him. Being at your weakest in front of someone was already a draining experience in itself, but to be in a situation where it’s not being shamed or pushed away was a new experience for you. He hears words come from your covered face and he keeps quiet to strain his ears to understand what you were saying. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” 

Two words, repeated over and over. He looks at your curled figure, how your arm strains to keep itself from shaking as your fingers press against where your eyes are to stop the tears. This hasn’t been your lowest, but it is one of your lowest moments. He shushes you gently, as if consoling a lost animal shivering under the rain. “I got you. It’s okay.” Admittedly, he doesn’t know what else to say. He doesn’t know what else to do except hold you through this. He’ll hold you through the storms and the darkness.  Until you come to surface, he’ll hold you through it. No matter how long it takes, he’ll be here.

You wake up with your blanket up to your shoulders. You try to remember what happened yesterday as you lie awake. What time is it? What day is it? Your thick curtains hinder the sunlight from blinding you. When you blink, you feel how dry and sore your eyes are which only further your confusion of what happened yesterday.Your hand pats one side of your bed: your phone isn’t there. You pat the other side: that’s not a phone. That’s a chest, it’s only then that you realize that’s another person next to you that you realize the weight of an arm on your waist. A spark of fear runs through you, unaware of who could be here, so you look over to your side with caution. 

Jongho.

He lies asleep next to you. You wonder what he’s doing here but you have no heart to wake this guy up. Everything’s still murky to you. Quite frankly, you don’t really know how much time has passed. All you know now is day and night. Things still feel floaty, like you’re on a cloud but you shouldn’t be there. The thought alone makes your hands clammy. It makes your chest tighten with thoughts you can’t control, that your hands repeatedly clench and unclench as you try to fight to control your head from going under. 

A hand slowly laces with yours and you look over at the owner. He’s awake, sleep still weighing down his eyes but he’s awake. “I got you.” He says, voice raspy with slumber that still clings to his mind and it rings you of the previous day’s happening. A shiver of horror goes through you. He shouldn’t have seen you like that. Nobody should’ve seen you like that. 

“I thought you would’ve gone home.” You say as you push yourself up from bed, pulling your hand away. You run your hands through your bed riddled hair, a poor excuse to keep him from holding your hands again. It’s not that you don’t like it, it’s just, you’re scared. He’s seen your worst, and you fear for the worst result.

His now free hand rests beneath his bed riddled hair. He’s never been one to push your boundaries. “I don’t think I can go home knowing how you needed someone last night.” He says this without any of his dry nature. “I can’t go home with a peaceful mind until I know you’re alright..” He trails off, because as much as he wants to stay with you for the next few days. He doesn’t want to overstep his boundaries. You never responded nicely to people who pushed your limits more than they should.

“You didn’t have to..”

“But I wanted to.” He says immediately. Mornings were never his best time either. He looks up at you, no remnants of sleep are on his eyes. Rather, his soft protective nature is there. “We worry for you too. At least, let me care for you the way you’ve cared for me?” He asks. Once he pulls the repayment card, you relent. It’s a small step but it’s a step.  

Silence draws over the two of you for a few moments. His words float around your mind. ‘I wanted to… let me care for you…’ It’s an odd feeling to have someone care for you. His words make you wonder if people will worry if you did disappear without a trace. 

Jongho reaches for his phone beneath your pillow to check the time. It’s already noon time. “Do you wanna eat? I can make some food for us or we can just order something.” 

The power to choose was a heavy responsibility for you. You still weren’t in the mental capacity to choose for yourself but you had enough strength to let Jongho stay for the time being. He notices how you’re still not quite here yet, so he opts to cook something up. He knows your favorites but he can only hope you have enough appetite to eat something.

You peek past your curtains. The sky’s clear now. There’s not a cloud in sight, just a vast expanse of bright blue and sunlight. The streaks of sunlight slip past you and into your room, lighting up the rather dim room.  “Why are you doing this? I can survive on my own eventually.” You ask from your side of the bed. 

Jongho was already out of bed, making himself look presentable or at least awake. “Yeah eventually, but you don’t have to do this on your own.” He returns. He tries not to look over at you too often when he spouts words like this. You never were the type to look at someone when you say something vulnerable. But he sees how you look from the mirror: looking at your hands, mindlessly scratching at your fingers. “Go freshen up while I make up something to eat.”

You didn’t know how to say it, now with some semblance of control in you as compared to the night before. You just knew how scared you were of wasting yourself away, no matter how tempting it was to press Stop on your own life, it was scary. You were scared he’d leave you too after this. Not everyone has the capacity to care for someone like you, you didn’t even have the resources for professional help. Yet, Jongho’s here in your home. Things didn’t make sense and you weren’t really sure of how to make sense of it all. Will he stay with you through it all?

“I will.” Jongho’s voice cuts through your stormy eyes. They spark a little brighter at his voice, only to darken a little in confusion. He watches you for a moment as the gears in your head work. That’s when you realize you were thinking out loud. “I don’t know what lies ahead of you.” He starts, turning to face you but leaning against the dresser. “I do know that you have what it takes to get through this. It’s going to take a lot of time but you’ll get there.” He flashes a small smile, rare were the times that he’s this raw with you or anyone. “We’ll make do with what we got.” He ends it there before heading to the kitchen. 

You slip out of your bed, slightly light headed from the lack of food in your system. Shit, okay maybe you need to get some food in you. You look through your closet for something to wear, noticing the laundry you need to do in the process. 

Once you got out of the shower, you’re greeted by the smell of-- were those pancakes? You approach the kitchen, confused but also a little excited to have something in your stomach. You didn’t expect that he’d make your comfort food: pancakes with blueberries. He lets himself indulge as well with some pork belly. Go figure. He even got your cold brew out of the refrigerator with his ever loyal iced americano. “You made all of these?” You ask. 

He looks over at you, surprised to have you out of the shower already. In that instance, he takes the chance to look at you closely: the heavy shoulders weren’t as apparent as they were last night, there’s a little spark in your eyes too. “Yeah.” He simply says before returning his attention to the still cooking pancake. 

It’s only then that you think of preparing the table as the two of you wait for the food to cook. 

You eat slowly and carefully. The splash of flavor reminds you of how hungry you are but you remind yourself to not rush. It’s been so long since you ate properly after all. When he sees you drink your coffee, he feels a little relief. Baby steps. It’s small talk for the rest of the meal, just Jongho filling you in on what he’s been up to: the acting, the performing, the competing. It’s all tiring, but he doesn’t mind. Last night was exhausting for you so you didn’t really mind him carrying the conversation for once. 

By the time you ate two pieces of the pancakes, you had a little bit of vigor in you though still muted by the hangover that crying gives you. That’s when you came clean with your own thoughts, though still pessimistic and anxious in its roots, it was a little more coherent than last night. If he looked a little closer into the words you say, you left room for a little hope, a little objectivity. Objectivity, in his eyes, was harder to rebut, to be fought against by the small voice in your head that says otherwise. Still, he listens. He listens to everything that you’ve been keeping to yourself with no judgement. He finds it hard to believe how you’ve been able to keep all these to yourself but at the same time, this is you who he’s talking to. 

But you’re sharing the worries now, and that’s what matters. There’s a ghost of a smile on your lips. No malice and pain in it but something else. Something a little softer. 

Seeing you like this reassured him. You were at your lowest last night and seeing you slowly crawl out of it gives him relief.  He can only do so much to help you, to reassure you, to get you to where you were meant to be in life. It really is just one small step after one small step even after tripping, as long as you take a step afterwards, that’s all that matters. 

He glances outside your window, the sky still continues to be bright without a cloud hindering the sunlight. Truthfully, he doesn’t know if the next few days will continue to be on a good note but what matters is now. Just like a painting that has gone through so much damage, it’s still possible to bring it back to its original luster. It will take time and effort from not just one person but it’s possible. 

As long as you’re able to walk at your own pace, he’ll be with you.

[santoteez]

The Dormant Beast - Jongho (3)

Read Part 2 HERE

Part: 3 of ?

Idol: Jongho of ATEEZ

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Friends to Lovers

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Slight prejudice and bullying (non-racial and it’s not body shame either), slight mention of blood, slight violence, swearing and shit,  MC is a Black Female

A/N: I should’ve mentioned it earlier, but the whole “you can’t hit girls/boys” narrative doesn’t really exist in this world. Since the Aura-Human race all have an advantage of some sort in battle, they are considered “equals.” Doesn’t mean I’m gonna write about some guy body-slamming a girl into oblivion lmao. Just please don’t be alarmed by the lack of consideration for gender in this fic. This is a world where racism and sexism don’t exist but is still plagued with prejudice nonetheless. Happy Reading!

Crescent swam herself to shore, tentative the flying aura would find her. She rung out her tank top and shorts. She had just spent an undetermined amount of time in the water, but she wasn’t shivering like all the times before when she’d visited the beach. In fact, she felt as warm as ever. She walked and walked, unfamiliar with the Enchanted Ocean, she wasn’t sure where she was going. After some time, she reached the street. With no other choice, she began to walk, hoping she’d find a gas station or aura training center soon where she could call her parents or Jongho.

Suddenly, a cop car slowed down next to her. Crescent stopped walking, peering into the window.

“Is something wrong, young lady? You’re drenched, walking alone, and it’s thirty degrees outside.”

“I just need a ride home, sir. And, I’m not cold, so don’t worry too much about it.”

The officer nodded. “An aquatic aura. Nice. Alright, get in. I’ll take you home.”

The officer pulled into the driveway, where Crescent’s parents were frantically shouting at Jongho, with Eclipse defending him, telling them her rapture wasn’t his fault.

Crescent jumped out of the squad car. “Mom!” She ran, the cop following closely behind.

“Oh, Crescent! Baby, I’m so glad you’re okay.” She said, flinching when she hugged the girl. “Cres, you’re drenched! What happened?”

“Good Evening, if it’s alright, I’d like to talk to those who were home before Crescent was raptured. More importantly, the person who saw her last.” The Officer said. Everyone turned to Jongho, who nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“We were watching Marvin, until Crescent fell asleep. I started to doze off too, but then I felt a gust of cold air. The heat was on at the time, so immediately I knew something was wrong. The window was wide open so I knew someone had came in. I woke Crescent up and went to check the hallway, but the minute I turned back I saw her being dragged out of the window. I’m a gorilla aura, but I didn’t have time to power up, so I couldn’t pull her back in. I tried, but whoever that was can fly, so I ended up falling out the window on the grass. I powered up afterwards, but by then she was high in the sky. That’s when her father came running out the house and her sister screamed from the roof. They weren’t aware of what was going on.”

The officer nodded, writing everything down. “So, you said the assailant didn’t have a face? I don’t mean to instill any more worry, but could it be possible that it was The Void?”

Crescent’s mom shook her head. “My baby is the last person The Void would come after. He seeks the strong. Not the auraless.”

“Auraless?” The officer furrowed his eyebrows. “With all due respect, Mr. and Mrs. Moon, there’s no way this girl is auraless. I found her walking along the side of the road, completely drenched in water, in nearly freezing temperatures. She was walking as if the cold didn’t faze her. And from she tells me, she was dropped in the middle of the ocean and just swam out. That’s not necessarily humanlike.”

Crescent’s mom looked at her. “Oh my God. It’s true. You were drenched, but warm to the touch. How did you get out of the ocean? Baby, what happened to you?” She caressed Crescent’s cheek.

“Solar, honey, don’t overwhelm her.” Lunar squeezed his wife’s shoulders.

“I don’t know. When I was dropped, I thought I was gonna die. But I didn’t. I could breathe, Mom.”

Solar let out a breathless chuckle, turning to her husband. “I knew it, Lunar. I knew our daughter wasn’t a lost cost. I felt it!” She said, causing Lunar to smile.

“Looks like you’ve got yourselves a late bloomer. It’s getting late, and there’s school tomorrow, so I’ll get going. Crescent, Jongho, I will need you to come by the precinct over the weekend for further questioning. Ask for Officer Pena when you get there. You’re not in trouble, but it might be The Void targeting you. Perhaps he’s aware that you were auraless and is trying to scare it outta ya? Sounds crazy, but when you’re dealing with a criminal no one’s ever seen, anything’s possible. You all have a good night.” Officer Pena said, heading back to his car.

“So, you really don’t feel cold?” Eclipse asked, opening the cold water further. Lunar drove Jongho home since it was late, and also to explain the situation to his parents and why he needed to go to the precinct that weekend. Meanwhile, Eclipse had coaxed her little sister into the tub, determined to understand her newfound ability.

“For the last time, Clips. NO. I’m not cold. Just wet.”

“Is it because of-”

“Say his name. I dare you.” Crescent glared while her sister snickered.

“Eclipse, get your sister out of the shower! We’re not even sure what she is yet!” Solar shouted from across the hall. “Leave her alone before I make you swim laps in the pool again.”

Eclipse grimaced as she turned off the water. Like her aura, Eclipse disliked swimming, despite being pretty good at it.

Crescent headed to her room, drying herself off. Laying back in bed, her phone vibrated.

“Hey Cres, I was so happy to see you pop back up tonight. I would never forgive myself if I lost you forever. You’re my favorite person. I’m sure you’re probably sleeping by now, so good night, Cres. See you in school.”

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“So, you’re really breathing under there?”

“Yep.”

Crescent had been underwater for about 20 minutes already, with no sign of needing air. Her swimming had improved tremendously. She bounced from wall to wall of the school pool with ease. Jongho laid out lazily at the edge, his right leg bent upwards while his left laid flat and his upper body rested on his forearms.

Suddenly, Crescent popped out of the water, appearing right in front of Jongho. She leaned over the edge of the pool coolly, as if she hadn’t been swimming lap after lap just a second ago.

“Crazy how all those times we went to the beach, your aura never appeared. Here we were thinking you were meant to be a land aura like the rest of your family when you’re something entirely different.” Jongho said, leaning her way.

Crescent shrugged. “I can be quite unpredictable.”

“I know,” Jongho said, “It’s one of the things I love about you.”

Crescent fidgeted under his steady gaze. Maybe it was the laps getting to her head, but she could’ve sworn she saw him leaning in…

 “Jongho, baby! Fancy seeing you here!” The high-pitched voice said, causing Jongho to roll his eyes and back away slightly. “It’s a school pool, Desire. Anyone could be here, but hello.”

“Well, that’s true, but you can’t swim, right? Because of the aura?” She said, nearly sitting on his lap. “Oh, Crescent! Didn’t see you there.”

“Wish I didn’t see you either.” Crescent mumbled, backstroking.

“Careful swimming that long, you’ll prune up.”

“Actually, Crescent doesn’t prune up in the water. We found out she’s an aquatic aura. It’s why we’re here. They give aquatic auras permission to take water breaks during class.”

“So, you have an aura now? Prove it.” Desire said incredulously.

“Okay. Let’s see who can hold their breath the longest underwater. Me, or you. If I win, you have to leave me alone. For good. You and all of your little minions.”

“And if I win?” Desire said.

Crescent smirked. “You won’t.”

Desire scoffed, getting into the water.

“Jongho, keep count,” Crescent said, descending to the bottom of the pool. She reached the bottom, sitting down and crossing her legs. She watched calmly as Desire sunk to the bottom directly in front of her, holding her breath. Desire watched in awe as she realized Crescent was indeed breathing underwater. She ignored the burning in her lungs, stubbornly determined to prove her point. Suddenly, she felt as though she needed to cough and shot up, catapulting herself to the top.

Crescent smiled as she watched Desire swim up to shore, gushing when she heard Jongho snort.

“Told you she has an aura. You lasted all of 75 seconds.”

Crescent lingered a bit, surfacing a few minutes after.

“Guess that means no more target on my back.” Crescent smiled.

“I never agreed to that.” Desire retorted.

“Actually,” Jongho chimed in. “You accepted her terms the minute you got in the water. Your verbal affirmation wasn’t needed. But you know that, right Desire?” Jongho asked innocently, his scleras darkening, a signal of his aura activating.

“Of course. No more picking on Crescent. After all, the reason I started was that she was auraless. Not much of a reason to bother her now, right?” Desire laughed nervously. “Well, this was fun. I’m gonna go change. Bye!” She said, scattering into the locker room.

Crescent laughed, laying her head on Jongho’s shoulder.

“I wish we could just stay like this. Forever.” Jongho sighed.

“Hiding away from classes?” Crescent laughed.

“Together. Forever.”

Crescent looked up at him. “And what happens when you find your wife and have little gorilla babies?”

Jongho laughed. “You know better than anyone that there’s no guarantee offspring have the same or even a similar aura to the parents. What if mine breathed underwater?” He whispered, making the hairs on the back of Crescent neck stand up.

“You’re the strongest known aura, Jongho. You’re supposed to be with the next strongest, sexuality permitting. I may have an aura now, but that doesn’t mean I’m strong enough to be the Duchess of Strongville.”

“Turning me down before I shoot my shot.” Jongho chuckled. “You know I don’t give a shit about the hierarchy. Plus, Desire is entirely too prissy.” He scrunched up his nose.

“What about your parents?” Crescent asked.

Jongho looked away. Since he was little, Jongho’s family was adamant on him marrying Desire. It was only right; the two strongest auras were destined to be wed. They saw Crescent as his charity case. Figured he was her friend because he pitied her. After all, they thought his fate was settled. They knew Desire and her family since she and Jongho were little kids, and no matter how many times Jongho insisted he didn’t like her, they told him he’d love her eventually. He had to, they said, they were the designated Duke and Duchess.

“How about this: When I convince my parents that Desire isn’t the one for me, you give me a chance.”

“If you convince them.”

“When. My parents are understanding. They’re just a little old-fashioned. I’ll get through to them. For you.” He caressed her cheek.

Crescent leaned into his touch. He’d held her face before, but it felt different this time. More intimate. For once, she felt that maybe, just maybe, they could work.

“Hey, Monkey Boy!”

Their little bubble was popped by the boisterous yelling of none other than Desire’s brother.

Jongho sighed. “Aurora. How nice to see you.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? It’s Rory. Stand up, ape. Let’s have a talk. Man to man.”

Jongho stood up, short in comparison to the tall, snake-aura boy. Aurora wasn’t just any snake. He was a King Cobra, the biggest, venomous snake. One bite from Aurora could send anyone to the grave. He was considered the strongest aura for a while, until Jongho became old enough to take his place. With Jongho’s strength, Rory’s measly bite was no match. Can’t bite someone when you can’t overpower them. He’s had a vendetta against Jongho ever since.

“What do you wanna talk about?” Jongho asked.

“About you always ditching my sister for this weakling.”

Jongho shrugged. “Crescent’s my best friend. And Desire and I are not together, I owe her no loyalty.”

“See that’s where you’re wrong, ape. See, she thinks you and her are getting married. Totally convinced of that shit. But I overheard that little lovey-dovey shit you spit to the human here. I don’t like how you’re stringing my little sister along, punk.”

“Like I said, I have never claimed to be with her-”

“I’m talking.” He said, pushing Jongho against the wall, his friends crowding around. Jongho was surrounded.

“What do you want from me? What’s your solution?”

“Take Desire out. Tonight. On a date. Show her you care about her.”

“You know why I can’t do that.”

“Oh, but you will,” Aurora chuckled maliciously. “Because if you don’t, remember that one bite from me and you’re monkey business. So you’re gonna take her out and be happy about it. Got it?”

“If you have to force him to have feelings for your sister, it’s already shit,” Crescent said, tired of hearing the back and forth.

“The fuck did you just say?” Rory turned to her, scowling.

“Exactly what you heard. Threats won’t make him love your sister.”

“Like loving you is any better? At least my sister isn’t a nobody like you. I don’t know how Eclipse lives with herself, knowing she has somebody as useless as you for a sister.”

He grabbed Crescent by the neck, flashing his rather pointy canines. “Maybe I should just take you out of your misery. You’d be better off dead.”

“Let her go!” Jongho said, desperately trying to power up. But Rory’s friends held him back, preventing him from hitting his chest which would activate his aura.

“I will. Once she’s dead.” Rory turned to Jongho. “I hope you enjoy watching your girlfriend die.”

Suddenly, Crescent began making this odd sound. Different than any she’d made before, similar to earth rumbling. Her eyes began to glow a bright amber color, and she reached out her hand, aiming for Rory’s neck.

Rory left go of Crescent, his hands reaching out to cup his neck, where blood was gushing out.

“What kind of nails does this weirdo have? Fuck!” He shouted.

It was then that they all realized that the sound Crescent was making was a roar. She roared once more, pouncing at Rory.

“Listen clearly, because I’m only gonna say this once. You stay away from me, and you keep my sister out of your filthy mouth. You got that? Leave Jongho alone, if he takes Desire out, it will be on his own accord.” She scraped her nails along his arm, breaking skin again. “Now get the fuck out of my sight.”

Rory scrambled to his feet, rushing out of the pool room. Crescent glanced at the other boys.

“You all want next? What are you waiting for?” She asked, and the rest of the boys ran out after their friend.

“Cres, your eyes are glowing like a tiger! That was so fucking amazing. You came in contact with Rory, though. There might be traces of venom in your nails. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He said, dragging her out the room.

They headed to the cafeteria, where the lunch lady allowed them to use the power washer.

“I found some milk. It’ll revert any symptoms you may have from the venom if any. How are you feeling? Dizziness? Drooling? Anything?” Jongho said in one breath.

“I’m fine. Words gonna get out that I attacked Rory soon. What the fuck is going on with me? For years I had no aura. Now I have 2?”

“What if you have more than 2?” Jongho asked.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that your auras both appeared when you needed that specific ability or animal in that specific moment. You know what type of person is rumored to be that way? The OmniAura.”

They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, before Crescent burst into laughter. “You’ve GOT to be kidding me.” She said, grabbing the milk from his hands.

He rolled his eyes. “I’m just saying, don’t knock the idea. And don’t be surprised if a third aura pops up.”

Crescent didn’t answer, drinking her milk instead. There’s no way she could be the OmniAura. There have been cases of people having two auras, even three. Having two wasn’t a sign of her becoming the OmniAura…right?”